Chapter 1075 Egg

Yago looked at the scene where the roots of flesh and blood ran through the towers, and stretched out his palm:

"In a world where the order has collapsed, the so-called ability of time has become very tasteless."

To himself, he shook his head.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence.

In the present world, where the "past" and "future" no longer exist, the power of time can no longer be used to travel through different eras.

only left with.

It can wrap all kinds of influences, even cognition, concept and other things indulging in the blood condensed by silver light.

The silver blood itself is the activated "time".

Even if the long river of time has collapsed, the blood of silver can be used as fragments and can be embedded in any era.

including now.

now think of it.

He glanced at his palms.

The existence of the blood of silver, or the "blood of time" itself, will affect the entire era.

As the activated time, the blood of silver will affect all time fragments and ruins of the times.

I was swallowed by "Elsa" or "Elti", and my consciousness sank into the blood of silver.

However, after he was swallowed and his consciousness sank into the silver blood

Yago thought about everything he had experienced.

What was blurry before now becomes clear.

Not because of forgetting, but because of "non-existence".

Or rather, it wasn't like that.

Memory is like a dream, paradoxical.

Just like he said to "Ms. Tower".

A nightmare intertwined with shadows and dreams, shaping a false but real past, which is connected with the present and this collapsed era.

And in that nightmare-like script of the past that had been altered by the devil, everything he had experienced had become a reality.

It is "fictional" yes, but in this fantasy world, it is also true.

The reason why I can appear in the "past" is precisely because of this.

His fingers drew two arcs in the air, making the silver crow on his shoulder turn his eyes slightly:

"What's this?"

"clue."

Yago responded without explanation.

One is what he experienced, from being "Diago Clauredo Fast" until he was swallowed by him.

One is that he used "Fast II" to reproduce the past actions woven by dreams and shadows. When he realized that the past was a world woven by shadows and dreams, he exiled himself to time with the power of silver blood Beyond, escape from that which was formed of dreams and shadows, until the nightmare returns.

One is a solid line.

One is a dotted line.

And the node of the two lines is that "Elsa".

Or "Alti", the ancestor of the Fast family.

However, he seems to have made a mistake.

No, it should be said that each event, if the trajectory is found by another standard, can be put together into another clue.

That is.

The node of whether the "silver blood" is combined with his consciousness.

After all, he can clearly remember one thing.

That's when he woke up as "Diago Clauredo Fast". On this "solid line", he discovered step by step that his consciousness was not attached to the blood of silver, but with Another state, the kind of posture that changes with the environment.

What is that thing?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help condensing the blood of silver again.

He vaguely remembered what he had done before.

There is something in the tower at the end.

He looked at the blood-colored tentacles that strung together towers and scenes like branches of trees.

If he guessed correctly, there is not only one "Xiu Lu".

Each of these "Xiu Lu" has a different plan.

Swipe your fingers, and the flowing silver turns into a mask.

Looking at the mask, Yago suddenly laughed:

"Personality masks, shadows, self-nature, acting, social psychology is a better place for Jung's theory than analytical psychology."

"Psychological plasticity is very strong. Studying individual psychology in isolation by isolating external objects is the biggest mistake in itself."

After finishing speaking, the mask in his hand collapsed and returned to blood flowing like mercury, melting into his limbs:

"Then, we should go, Ms. Tower."

Yago lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and his eyes fell on one of the tall towers surrounded by several scenes.

The silver crow on the shoulder nodded upon hearing the sound, and together with Yago, it turned into a galaxy-like silver glow on the spot.

The places where the blood-colored vine tentacles spread are all being turned into real things.

Those tall towers, those mirror worlds united by the towers, gradually turned into real things under the spread of blood, and turned into real flesh and blood.

In his memory, the place he was familiar with should have been extremely gloomy at night.

From time to time, the cries of crows or other birds echoed.

A man stood there, looking at the dilapidated town covered in blood, and the rather strange ruins, with a puzzled and confused expression on his face.

This place is both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Taking a deep breath, the man withdrew his gaze and took off his coat.

No, it should be said to be the skin on the body.

A group of squirming flesh and blood vaguely showing a human shape stood in place.

Then, the strange flesh and blood opened the suitcase below that seemed to be made up of countless faces, took out a leather bag, and put it on his body.

After finishing the set, the flesh and blood monster that had turned into a human female figure seemed to remember something and whispered:

"Ah, I remembered, I am a professional, a 'stitcher'."

"But it shouldn't be my name."

"what is my name?"

"What is it?"

In a daze, she looked at the distant sky.

The blood-colored giant, the blood-colored giant that looked like a nodule, like a seed, and like an egg, came into her vision.

A sense of familiar intimacy made her take a step forward.

Yes, there it is.

She wants to go back.

Otherwise, you will be punished by the wizard.

With a trance consciousness, the flesh and blood monster wrapped in a woman's skin staggered and moved with unstable movements.

The silver streamer of Yago's incarnation stopped in the sky.

His sight fell on the "earth".

The ever-expanding land of the Material Plane.

The phantom world shrouded in endless fog has turned into the real land.

The earth of flesh and blood.

And from this piece of land, one figure after another "grows" out.

How should I put it, like a flower? fruit?

Or worm eggs.

As the huge blood-colored vines cracked, people and monsters grew out of them:

"It's really a strange sight."

"Well, but my mood didn't fluctuate at all. Tsk, isn't he a normal person anymore? What a pity."

Yago had a smile on his face.

The clue, found.