Lord of the Silver Crow

No potions needed.

No cognitive push needed either.

As Yago who recognizes life, he himself is the best driving force.

During the flow of consciousness, Yago's own image changed.

From the headless silver knight to a masked headless man similar to Nakon in appearance, and then to a young man in a top hat and tuxedo.

And his face still didn't show any similar features as the Diago in his previous life.

For difference? Or escape? Or something else?

Nothing matters.

A half-faced crow's mouth mask protrudes from the bridge of his nose. It looks like he is an ordinary person wearing a mask.

But, in essence, under his mask, there are no facial features.

As a cognitive being, he doesn't need five sense organs.

The part of the mouth that was not covered by the half-face mask was just like the pattern on the mask, a pattern formed by flowing silver.

A collector?

Looking at the flashes of silver light, watching the movement of the silver scarecrow separated by him to disassemble the two flesh and blood dragon eggs, Yago's mood was inexplicably calm.

What he saw in the field of cognition has already allowed him to recognize the essence of sequence.

With the concrete cognition as the framework, fill in those phantom texts

In other words, using the cognitive image as the framework, stuff the wreckage of the spell into it and fix it.

The image of cognition can be changed, but the specific essence of its internal ability is the phantom of those words, the dregs of the spells left by the wizards.

It can be said that the skin has been changed.

But it's not just a change of skin.

The core of the ability is determined by the spell core, and the direction is determined by the spell runes of those wizards, which is the foundation.

The specific sequence and the specific shape are determined by the cognitive prototype.

It's like sculpting with different materials.

Cognitive archetypes determine nothing more than the appearance of the sculptures, whether they should be held in the hand, enshrined in churches or temples, or thrown into the second-hand market.

What material is in essence, has not changed.

Although the cognitive prototype can change the specific expression form of usage and ability, the direction it takes is still determined by the core of the spell.

This point, in fact, he already understood when he tried to fabricate the mystery countless times in the established lake.

Although, at that time, he was still not sure that those word phantoms were the wizard's spell core.

Wizard, oh wizard

In the end, in Yago's hand, the mercury was in his hand, and a book was condensed.

Collection card book? Stamp album?

Yago's deepest and most basic understanding of collectors may come from the uncle who disappeared in the neighbor's house next door, watching him stuff stamps into the thick book he thought was a photo album .

Looking at the thick silver-gray book condensed in his hands, Yago smiled silently.

only.

In the palm of Yago, the fictional mystery of The Collector resurfaced.

The trunk should be containment, which is annexation and sequestration.

Well, maybe a few more chains should be added.

The shape of the thick leather book modeled on stamp albums and photo albums in Yago's hands gradually changed, and silver streams condensed into the shape of a chain, sealing the silver book.

And at this moment, in his sight, the silver-white scarecrows returned towards him with the flesh and blood disassembled from the blood dragon eggs.

I have gained power, but what is the price?

After muttering something, Yago took the last step towards the flesh and blood disassembled by the probability grassmen.

According to the fictional mysterious structure that he wove, Yago rearranged the structure of the flesh and blood that the mysterious phantom had spread inside, and integrated it into a mysterious.

In the ancient city made of mercury, a closed room emerged within the city walls, and in it, with the sound of chains rolling, a figure slowly emerged.

A humanoid body, wearing a top hat, a tuxedo, and a beak-shaped mask

And in the center of his chest, a book wrapped in chains was embedded in his chest.

At the moment when the figure was completely solidified, the chains of light flow extending from the surrounding mercury walls also solidified together.

at the same time.

In Yago's ears, heavy roars sounded one after another.

Roar.

It was not the dragon roar he had imagined.

All kinds of giant beasts flashed in Yago's mind——

Roars of rage, howls of fighting.

One after another, terrifying behemoths of different shapes are fighting each other in the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

Among them, there are also humanoid creatures similar to humans and even real humans.

Blood dripped from the bodies of these creatures and flowed into the deep ocean where flesh and blood gathered.

And in such a scene, vaguely oval-shaped eggs formed by the aggregation of countless living beings' flesh and blood condensed out.

Yago watched all these scenes silently.

Raise Gu

Yago is very familiar with various unexplained stories and legends of unknown origin mixed in folklore, and in modern China, it also appears in various literary works.

In everyone's impression, By letting the Gu worms fight each other, we can eliminate the strongest Gu worm is probably the most common impression.

Under normal circumstances, Yago might look for information about various arthropods, whether these bugs will increase toxicity by eating the corpses of the same kind, or find out how many source versions of such folklore there are.

But now it is clear that reality does not give him such an opportunity.

He looked at the dragon eggs condensed from the sea of ​​flesh and blood during the fight.

The emotions, will, and cognitions that originated from various beasts and monsters rushed towards him in fragments and chaos.

If it was the past, he might not be able to cope.

but now.

A surging silver light emerged, like a solid barrier, blocking the blood gushing.

The barrier formed by the silver light gradually turned to pitch black.

But at this time, in the blood surge that Yago was watching, several figures that Yago felt familiar appeared.

Spiritual body?

A humanoid creature with a hazy feeling similar to a spirit body and a flesh-and-blood substance.

A humanoid creature that is half man, half bird.

A creature that reminds Yago of the image of the Siren in the mythology of his previous life.

That dead feeling.

Dead Sea Banshee

Following his gaze, these humanoid creatures filled with spiritual sense roared and fought each other, and then were swept into the sea of ​​flesh and blood by the rising waves of blood.

Suddenly, Yago's will moved slightly.

Following his will, in the sea of ​​blood, the blood egg formed by fighting with dozens of alien beasts flew towards Yago and hit the silver light barrier in front of Yago.

At the same time, in Yago's cognitive field, in the city of Mercury, a figure slowly condensed in a closed room in another direction.