Chapter 803 Atile's Destination

Perhaps because of the influence left by the Book of Variant Bones, almost subconsciously, Yago chose to avoid it.

However, when he used the scarecrow ability to distort the drop point of the probability line, suddenly, a pattern appeared on the "Fate Master's Card" where his consciousness resided.

When he saw the pattern clearly, Yago stopped his dodge and grabbed the line of probability with his backhand and claw.

After carefully feeling the card of the Playing Master and confirming that there is no warning, Yago thought for a moment, hesitated for more than ten seconds, and then chose to touch the card of the Playing Master.

Once again, scenes of overflowing, almost stagnant hazy light and shadows emerge everywhere with that strange sense of shuttle.

Countless still lights and shadows combined to form a lake.

The "established" lake.

Yago once again came to this strange lake.

However, in this lake known as the established lake formed by countless hazy lights and shadows, the dense silk threads immediately shattered Yago's trance.

The threads hidden under the overlapping light and shadow were fully recognized as his vigilance rose.

Following the power of the fortune teller's card, Yago dodged the silk threads and disappeared from the huge lake blocked by the silk threads.

"It seems that you have gained a lot?"

The moment Yago left the endless, seemingly limitless lake of light and shadow, a voice rang in his ears.

that familiar female voice

When Yago's vision stabilized, as expected, Yago saw Atile.

Compared with the previous Atile, she seemed to have changed into a robe.

Yago didn't say anything, just looking at her eyes, she seemed to predict what Yago was going to say:

"It's not too much to change clothes like the old posture, otherwise I will have to come to see you with nothing on."

If it was an ordinary person, they would probably feel like being teased and laughed at when they heard such words.

But no.

His intuition told Yago that the woman in front of him would not and would not do such a thing.

Yago couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

It's not about wondering why the other party couldn't possibly make fun of him, but about why this feeling, this strange intuition, came out.

intuition.

This kind of strange intuition does not belong to Yagoben.

It's a kind of ability, a kind of ability brought by the path of necromancy or the path of probability.

Is it brought by the "card of fortune teller"?

No, if he recalled carefully, he had this feeling a long time ago.

After he came to this world, after he stepped into the mysterious side, he would appear once in a while, basically without any rules.

Even, he didn't notice it before, and thought it was brought by the ability of "Phantom Thief".

However, it was later realized that the ability of the Kaitou essentially comes from the perception of the line of probability.

What the line of probability can convey is what he can perceive.

And this feeling, this intuition

More like a cognitive level.

With this thought, Yago's thoughts immediately turned to the path of the dead.

To be precise, he turned to his own path.

Grave Keeper, Embalmer, Bone Picker, Headless Horseman, Spirit Man

He now knows which direction his offset sequence is offsetting.

"Secret" way.

Although the abilities of the Undead Path are weaker than normal Extraordinary, he has the ability that the Undead Path does not have, and possesses the cognition and memory ability of the Secret Path.

If this feeling is related to cognition and memory, what does it represent?

However, Atile did not give him time to think.

"You went to Arabella, didn't you?"

Atile's words made Yago's thoughts turn around immediately:

"How did you know?"

Hearing this, Atile said with a smile:

"Just as you think, foretelling and divination."

Her fingers flipped like flames, making Yago feel a dangerous strange force flowing between her fingers.

Rolling like a fluid, like the wind.

No, still flames.

He couldn't be sure what the power that made him feel dangerous, but if he compared it to anything, the flame must be more suitable than the wind.

"This is the power of disaster."

The power of disaster.

Yago, who has the sequence codenamed "Scary Hunter", can't help squinting his eyes.

"The dazed exile feels ruin."

"The poet of disaster brings destruction."

"Messengers from afar will eventually return home."

"However, only the dreamer still has the appearance of his hometown in his memory."

"Disaster is inevitable, experience it early, and the disaster will end early"

A few long and short sentences that poems are not like poems and songs are not like songs came out of Atile's mouth.

"How? My impromptu doggerel?"

Atile raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Although he knew that this woman would go her own way and think outside the box, Yago couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Is this the sequence of... the Wanderer's Path?"

Yago can hear that some of the nouns mentioned in it are somewhat similar to a path.

A path that he only knew about, a path that was extremely mysterious.

"Yes, a place where a group of cowards who dare not do anything gather."

After finishing speaking in a disdainful tone, Atile rolled her right hand, and the destructive flame or storm-like power disappeared between her fingers.

"Since you've gone to Arabella, let's go to 'Eternal Nightmare' by the way."

"Eternal nightmare?"

Yago remembered this title, the code name of the members of the Black Clock Society that Atile mentioned before.

"Yes, if he succeeds, he might really be able to become an eternal nightmare for all living beings, but unfortunately, he failed."

In Atile's tone of nostalgia, there was also a little disgust:

"After knowing the power of the mirror world, and knowing about wizards, he began to try to reproduce the actions of wizards and create a mirror world."

"Even, he threw in all the members of the organization he founded, the Spiral Troupe."

Having said this, she stopped.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for Atile's next sentence, Yago couldn't help asking:

"Then what?"

"What else? They're all dead."

Atile shrugged his shoulders in an indifferent tone:

"Of course, you can also assume that they are all still alive."

As he said that, Atile seemed to think of something:

"What did he call it?"

After a while, she suddenly thumped her palm:

"Soul Reenactment, yes, that's the name."

"The idiot with the opera in his head is like this, he has to put a corresponding name on everything he does."

"With your fortune teller's card, let's go here and take out the gems that guy kept before he died."