Lord of the Silver Crow

Yago, of course, doesn't have the kind of diode-like "like is" brain-dead thinking. He only uses the closest examples in his brain to make an approximate description.

These broken pillars are not the female pillars of the Greek temple, but have a similar structure to the female pillars in some areas, which arouses the association of Yago.

In fact, as a whole, the areas where the pillars are similar to the female pillars are just small pieces that are less than half of the whole. In fact, there are many different places.

However, this ruin, this temple, did give Yago a strange sense of familiarity.

There are only a few details that can make him feel familiar, but this inexplicable sense of familiarity keeps emerging.

Yago even began to wonder if the cognitive power of the world in this book had already affected him.

In this strong sense of guard, Yago once again looked at the other pictures of the mural.

Although the temple ruins on the frescoes are very different from the Greek temple in his memory, they are not the same as the ruins of the bell tower he is familiar with—or the ruined temple with more than twenty statues standing and surrounded by darkness. There are many similarities.

more specifically--

In the ruined temple surrounded by darkness, some of the ruins are highly similar in shape to this mural.

Part?

Yago came up with this judgment.

Immediately, his gaze left from the ruins of the temple that occupied most of the frescoes, looking for images that could provide more details.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

That is a woman.

The blood-colored, like branches and vines, looked like muscle tissue, forming a tall seat.

And this woman, this woman in gorgeous clothes, sat leaning back in it.

And beside the Throne of Flesh, there was another figure.

However, Yago couldn't see clearly that figure anyway.

Yes, anyway.

He can be sure that the figure was depicted in detail, and his sight and perception can clearly confirm this matter.

However, when he tried to express this information, he was stunned to find that he did not have the relevant awareness of "seeing the picture clearly."

The picture is there, and Yago can also see it, but he can't remember it, nor can he convey it...

However, when he was also clarifying this situation, Yago immediately thought of one thing he had come into contact with--

Book of the Secret Keeper.

That book was called "The Lost Book" by him at the beginning, and it contained the Lost Book of Black Bell Church-related matters in words.

Cognition.

Is it cognitive power?

Yago squinted, and while confirming, tried to see clearly again.

However, the result is still the same.

No, it's not the same.

The situation in the Book of the Secret Keeper is that he can read and he can remember, but he tells others that others can’t remember.

This is something he can read, but he can't remember it, so he can't express it.

It is indeed the power of cognition, but the limitation or power of this mural is stronger than the book of the Secret Guardian.

Yago came to a conclusion.

but.....

Yago turned his eyes again, trying to see clearly in other ways.

Then, he discovered a situation.

The whole of this huge mural, vaguely gave him a feeling like a living thing?

When this thought came up, Yago couldn't help but shake his body.

He couldn't help taking a step back.

However, as he retreated, the mural did not feel far away. On the contrary, in Yago's perception, the mural got closer and closer.

It's not right. The contradictions and conflicts that are moving away and approaching exist together.

simultaneously exist?

Although he is familiar with this kind of contradiction because of the ability characteristics of the paradox scholar, it is not a normal situation to appear when he does not use the ability.

Probability storm!

Decapitator!

Silver blood!

Without hesitation, in this state of not knowing whether to advance or retreat, Yago could only use the worst-case strategy——

As the silver blood surged, the headless knight in the dark silver armor "broken" out of his body as the spirit mist rolled, and swung a silver-filled mist sickle toward the front.

quietly.

In this weird silence, a silver storm swept out of countless twisted silk threads.

Almost at the same time, the card of the dictator carrying his consciousness turned the line of probability into the light of probability at the moment he injected "pollution".

At this moment, his body, the silver blood that was the intermediary that blended the secret light of death and the line of probability, also changed because of this change.

Although the Silver Knight, who was close to the misty state or the fluid texture of water, suddenly became a lot illusory at this moment.

Like starlight--

A silver headless horseman like a stagnant starlight.

The sense of death and stillness permeated the sickle end of the fog sickle in the silver knight's hand, and a huge silver track was drawn between him and the mural wall.

As if a gap cuts off the two sides.

And the raging silver storm hit the broken mural at this moment.

A weird, even affecting Yago's own sense of shock, the mural fell apart and completely shattered.

Yago didn't expect that his attack would actually be able to break through the weird, living mural.

However, soon after everything fell into silence, after the sense of threat gradually disappeared, Yago found that...

Stele.

After the murals shattered, they turned into large and small stone steles that fell on the "ground".

The success of this battle really went beyond Yago's expectations. After waiting a long time vigilantly, Yago stepped forward and carefully observed the stele.

Then he saw.....

[....... Are we really lucky when we crossed to this place......]

Chinese.

Undoubtedly Chinese, Chinese characters, and Chinese characters with fairly regular shapes.

[...It's really hard to choose. There is also a choice of faction. Choose blue blood or frost blood? ]

[.....Haha, really funny, blue blood? Frostblood? Don’t they all look the same? ]

[...But that's right, it can happen if the skin color is similar, let alone not similar. ]

[...However, why do they call themselves not Blue Blood and Frost Blood? ]

[...But a wizard? Magician? ]

[.....It's really strange, the setting of this world. ]

Looking at his familiar words carved on the stele, Yago frowned.

Traverser?

Finally found.

but......

After reading the text on one stone tablet, Yago walked to another stone tablet.

[.....I just said that those Frost Wizards are a bunch of utter idiots. ]

[.... How about the magician clan? Whiteboard or effect? How many stars are there? ]

[...A group of idiots, I didn't intend to accompany you to die when I chose your lineup. ]

[.....I also fucked, how can such a good card be played like this? ]

[Don’t you always brag about ‘the despicable blue blood will lose to us again’? ]