Lord of the Silver Crow

Almost when he said these words, he took a few steps back.

Although it is impossible to observe the expression on the face of the opponent under the hood, Yago can also understand that the current situation is not optimistic.

Subconsciously, he used his strength.

The ability to lead the way.

The door of ignorance.

Behind Yago, a strange and illusory pitch-black door emerged.

The sequence called Navigator and Captain in the Undead Pathway, or the sequence called Dead Sea Banshee.

Its ability, the ability of opening and closing, after shifting towards the direction of cognition, becomes able to open and close the channel at the level of cognition.

It makes people unable or directional to recognize something on the cognitive level.

Block or build cognition from the cognitive level.

And if this ability is used on oneself.

Yago took a step back, and his body covered in black robe passed through the huge dark and gloomy door.

Almost instantly, Yago's body became dim the moment he passed through the door.

Although it is not cognitive life now, Yago has no way to perceive the subtle changes in the door of ignorance as keenly as before, and cannot keenly understand the changes that have occurred after passing through the door of ignorance, but.

Vision, gone.

The sense of smell, gone.

The sense of touch, gone.

His perception, all the senses he could connect with the outside world, disappeared the moment he passed through the door.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless dark abyss.

Even, he couldn't even clearly observe his own condition.

No, he still has a sense.

As a shadow life, as a dream life, as a unique sense of time life.

Vaguely, he could observe the overlapping shadows on his body.

That represents your own shadow at different times, the shadows of other things around you.

Yago, who is in the now, begins to escape by observing the past and the shadow of the future.

However, this strange perspective gave Yago an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

as if

He is more attuned to the current situation than the normal perspective.

The man in black with flaming feathers fluttering by his ears stood there dumbfounded.

She pulled off her hood, revealing some pointed ears.

With a slightly dazed and dignified gaze, she glanced at the crystals floating in front of her:

Why did I stop here?

This fragment is the entrance to the mirror world.

The white robe lured that group of idiots here, besieged and killed.

What fools have been lured here?

The Sky Tyrant, the Lightless One.

Who's not there?

The Queen of Feasts should be taking care of her ball.

The Lantern Hermit should still be looking for Death's cemetery.

The Nameless Dead and the Lantern Hermit should act together.

The Heretic Creator should still be lurking on the side of the white robe.

The lord of the demons is also the same. Now we should pretend to be the one who escaped from the abyss.

The girl-like man in black robe with long ears was muttering to himself, as if sorting out information.

No, it shouldn't be.

It's impossible for me to come here on purpose to save these things. It's better for the descendants of wizards to die cleanly.

What is the purpose of my coming here?

There was an astonishing coldness in her eyes, and the surrounding ground seemed to be burned by flames, and began to collapse at an extremely fast speed:

I was affected by the power of the cognitive level?

The Feast Queen... No, no, she can't possibly come to influence me, and I still remember her.

What information did I lose?

Should I use the spell of prophecy?

no.

Amazed, she glanced at the strange crystal for the last time, and among the flames, she took a step back and disappeared in place.

On the pale earth.

One after another shadows squirmed, forming a huge door.

At this moment, circle after circle of invisible, dark ripples rippled in the door leaf.

Immediately, a shadow emerged from it.

It was an eerie, dark shadow.

At the moment of passing through this huge door, the shapeless shadow, as if being colored, gradually acquired a color.

Yago re-established his cognition with everything around him.

His senses can also capture the surrounding things again.

Smell, hearing, sight.

All kinds of senses returned to him.

However, when Yago carefully observed the surroundings, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

At the end of the field of vision, there are traces of scorched black or covered by frost everywhere.

It was as if some terrible power, embodied in the form of frost and fire, plowed the place he saw over and over again.

This seems to be a land after some kind of war, and no one is intact.

It's like the end.

And within his field of vision, he couldn't see even a single living creature.

He hadn't thought it would be like this.

When observing here with only the sense organs of that strange form of existence, all Yago saw was a vast and flat land.

In other words, in his field of vision, the time here passes smoothly, without any changes.

However, considering the current situation.

I don't know how long ago, this place, this land, has become like this.

From that time until now, this place has been so desolate and dilapidated.

He took a deep look at this desolate and dilapidated land that looked like the end of the world, and then, as if he remembered something, he used his ability.

collector

One thing was taken out.

Catalog of collections.

The power of the probabilistic approach.

He has never thought of a better name to name this derivative of the Collector ability.

Yes, just like the Probability Scarecrow in the Scarecrow, the Chain of Calamity in the time of the Scourge Hunter, and the Paradox Mystery in the time of the Paradox Scholar, this Collector's ability creation is also a creation with his own Existing forms of similar derivatives.

No, to be more precise, it is a derivative similar to the existence form of the Extraordinary of the Collector sequence.

Yago himself

At this moment, Yago was slightly taken aback.

Wait a minute, me?

I am.

He was in the Dead Sea, probing that strange, black page.

Logically speaking, he should still be in the Dead Sea. When he explored the pages of the book, he entered the pages of the pages through the ontology that was still cognitive life at that time.

but

When did he leave the Dead Sea?

The power of the Necromancer Path and the power of the Probability Path can be used. Now, he is still in the Dead Sea?

the answer is negative.

Here, it is no longer the Dead Sea, and it is not even in the pages of the suspected cognitive domain.

Here, is another place.