Chapter 1051 Song of Time

somewhere in the material world.

Under the bloody sky, no matter where it was, it was stained with blood, and even the earth was turned into flesh and blood.

However, only this strange island was not infected by blood.

On the island, the gorgeous and vicissitudes of the old castle looked extremely quiet under such a scene.

Suddenly, the entire island suddenly sank from the scene of being isolated in the blood-colored ocean, and merged with the surrounding blood-colored one, and was placed under the cover of the blood-colored sky.

In the ancient castle, in the topmost room that was strangely free from any dust, a large ornately decorated bed was spread on it.

A young man lying on the bed.

The man was wearing a white shirt, a coat like a tuxedo, and a black-gray tunic shawl hanging on a vertical hanger beside him.

Suddenly, the man's palm moved slightly.

Under the short and medium silver hair, the closed eyes opened, revealing a touch of silver.

The man sat up suddenly.

With a vigilant gaze, he looked in all directions.

here it is.

The man looked out of the window, and the blood-colored sky came into his vision.

A little trance emerged.

How long has it been since you saw this scene?

No, not "how long".

For him, this bloody scene is just a street tree that appears from time to time on the road and disappears as he advances.

The man rubbed his wrists, and habitually, he reached out to touch the bed, took off the coat with silver folds on the chest, put it on, and then put the short silver-gray robe on the coat .

After doing all this, with a feeling of exhaustion, he walked towards the door.

However, at this moment, when he passed the desk by the door, he noticed something.

On the desktop, on a piece of paper pressed by a quill pen, several words were engraved:

[Tejiva], [Fibol], [Ageset]

Both the first two words are crossed out, only the last word is not.

Seeing this scene, the man could not help but sigh:

"Patron saint of the sun."

"The god of destruction of the sun."

"...the patron saint of the dead."

After recognizing the meaning of each word, the man couldn't help but sighed again:

"Whether it's a trap or something, can't it be simpler."

With a feeling of exhaustion, as if he had been running around, the man rubbed his shoulders, and with silver eyes, he looked outside the castle, in the bloody sky:

"Although I finally figured out one thing, after that war, the world has turned upside down."

"Time has collapsed, and you can't travel through it. You can only move the entire time manually. It's really troublesome and tiring."

Immediately, he seemed to remember something, picked up the quill, turned the page, and wrote numbers on it.

——

Primordial Eye——

Doomsday battlefield——

Nest of Dreams-

Mechanical Kingdom-Mist Kingdom——

Material world--

Knowing the Kingdom—the Kingdom of Death—

Infinity--

Rules Corridor——

snake---

Immediately, he drew a connecting line between each word.

While portraying, he sighed:

"Don't change other people's creations casually. Although they are all creations, the prototypes are not a system. The difference is too far."

While talking, he drew another picture:

--1--

——

3——2——

5——4——

6——

8——7——

9--

10——

1-2, 2-3, 3-4, 4-5, 5-6, 6-7, 7-8, 8-9, 9-10.

In order, the man connected the numbers one by one, and compared them with the picture above.

However, after the comparison, his face looked even more tired.

"Cognition."

His gaze was fixed on the empty spaces in Figure 6-8 below, and then on the empty spaces in Figure 1-3.

"Demon", "Dreamland"

Whispering, his eyes flicked across the empty spaces without connections.

"Both snakes and birds can move. If they are fixed together forcibly, even the World Tree will be broken."

With a strong sense of helplessness, the man couldn't help but sighed, and tore up the artwork:

"It's probably impossible to stop it. The traction of cognition has made the rules and structures merged together, and it is about to collapse. I just hope that that person's waking up is not too bad."

As if raving, he carved a few words on the table with a quill:

"Dancer, Conjurer, Summoner, Two-Faced Man, Bloodborn, Oak Sage, Cradle Bard"

As he carved the words, seven figures were spit out from the snake-like, illusory long river of phantom.

After the seven figures solidified, they looked at the silver-haired and silver-eyed man with an extremely complicated expression.

The man just spread his hands and apologized in a sincere tone:

"Sorry, time and order have collapsed. I can't act without using the power of the gods and rules. Anyway, I helped you escape the catastrophe. Can it be considered a success?"

His words caused the seven people of different shapes to look at each other involuntarily. Then amidst the complex expression changes, they shook their heads helplessly and left the castle back and forth.

After several people left, the man couldn't help sighing with emotion:

"Without strength, you can't even do revenge, you can only compromise."

Immediately, he called out a silver, strange book, and quickly carved a series of words on it with a shadowy silver quill:

"Invisible dancer." His body, his blood poured out of his body, forming an indeterminate, phantom like countless stars, which gathered while wriggling, and formed words on the pages of the book.

"The man in the mirror." The illusory human figure like a silhouette, like a shadow at dusk, seems to be reflected in a mirror, and the strange figure covered in dim light is condensed on the silver page, forming words.

"The power of time is indeed fascinating, and it can reproduce the power of various gods, but"

"Those wizards really dare to chant spells indiscriminately. If the rules of the world are not broken, and the long river of time is separated from the main trunk, maybe there will really be a restraining god descending into this world."

"However, it is because of these bold wizards that the long river of time will be broken."

"However, who knows, it seems that, to shape the image of gods with cognition, and to believe in this thing, is to create gods artificially."

"Personifying and concreting the rules of nature, human beings have a talent for death that is second to none."

However, the man's complexion became a little ugly after only two engravings.

However, he didn't stop.

One after another, his blood, the silver blood, continuously split from his body, reappearing the power of gods one by one, fixed into words in various strange gestures.

ps: Haha, I didn’t expect it, Silver Blood really corresponds to “lover”~

The particle 3, the corresponding element is time.

The particle 6, the corresponding element is life.

And "Lover" - "3-6".

And when it comes to "lovers", if we also go in terms of time, what is related to life is basically elements such as "reproduction" and "reproduction".

"Singer", besides "heroic epic", the most common ones in various poems are works of love and love.

No, in fact, there are more bloody plots of various love entanglements in heroic epics.

I can't write any love story, so I can only focus on elements such as "time" and "reproduction".

Splitting, multiplying, self-fission, one person is a whole family.

Moreover, from the names of those sequences, you should be able to see the connection with various other pathways.

Like "The Cradle Poet" and "The Sleeper" and stuff like that.