Chapter 866: The Other Side of the Battlefield

Yago didn't get any clues from the strange knight Xun, but the other party's malice and hostility towards him seemed to have disappeared.

But, at least, he can act "normally".

without any constraints.

This situation made Yago feel a little overwhelmed.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the blood banquet emperor's words clearly expressed the opponent's desire to control.

If Yago hadn't misunderstood what the other party said, as long as that majesty lost interest in him, he would die.

And to realize this possibility, Yago also has to think about the opponent's powerful power, intelligence network, and tracking means, or leave some means of restraint on himself.

but none.

After receiving the "amnesty" from that majesty, he was not bound by any means.

Therefore, the possibility of "having 'absolute' power and means to ensure that he is found and dealt with" is naturally at the top of the list.

Yago is really not optimistic enough to pin his hopes on the other party with such words as "that majesty is just joking", "that majesty has no ability to restrict him", "it's just a hilarious", "he has no intention of doing anything at all" Convince yourself with reasons.

For what reason did that majesty let him act after giving him the title of "Silver Knight"?

How are you going to use him? What are you using him for?

Unfortunately, no one can answer these questions.

No, Lady Tower, and Attila, and

Hugein?

The figures that flashed in his mind finally settled on the body of a fog crow.

Hugein, what are you doing now?

He couldn't help thinking.

At the far other end, in the endless mist.

A giant bird with a hazy figure seemed to be integrated with the mist, and swept an invisible trajectory in the endless mist.

However, nothing was able to detect it.

Nor is there anything that can discover it.

Wherever it passes, everything is dilapidated and twisted wreckage. Architecture, biology, and all kinds of things exist in this ruined land in distorted postures and in various forms. among.

very familiar.

Inexplicably, it feels familiar here.

However, it doesn't know where it is.

The foggy giant bird, this creature that vaguely showed the silhouette of a fog crow, swept across this ruined land.

This piece of land that it has never seen before, and the picture that it does not have in its unknown memory, gave it an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Here, where is it?

Here, what exactly is it?

It only knows that this is the other side of the doomsday-like battlefield where endless wolves are raging.

Those wolves that were raging on that doomsday battlefield, at this moment, in its heart, changed.

They are not watchdogs guarding treasures, places of importance.

It was a group of hounds who came out from here, from this place that had to pass through the ruined battlefield for the sake of strangulation.

A group of bloodthirsty hunters under the command and control of a powerful existence, not some ridiculous slaves who beautify "slave" as "loyalty" or even "close" or "relative" in the mouth of some slave owners.

It suddenly realized that it didn't seem like a good choice to pass through that battlefield.

Have you really not been discovered?

Did he really escape the hunt of those bloodthirsty wolves because of his ability?

It couldn't help questioning its own experience, which seemed to be full of crises but was actually not fatally dangerous.

From stepping into the Phantom Realm, from entering the doomsday-like battlefield to find the mystery of the sequence to the present, even it doesn't know how long it has been on the journey, it has not experienced any fatal crisis.

What I have to say is that the most fatal thing happened a long time ago when my sequence path suddenly got out of control and became disordered.

The reason, it is also very clear.

Diego was completely out of control.

As early as when Diego lost control, it had already encountered it once.

But, with the lady's help, it also worked out and found the root cause --

There is some power that connects himself and Diego.

This situation is actually obvious. I can resonate with Diago to a certain extent and even have a common sense of consciousness. This alone is enough to prove it.

But, more importantly, the connection between itself and Diego, under the guidance of that lady, it also discovered that it is maintained by the balance between "sequence" and "mystery".

This situation makes it closely linked with Diego. In most cases, the interests are the same, and the goals and actions will also be the same.

The memory in its mind tells it that this method of binding interests is often used.

Especially...itself.

Yes, even though it hasn't found the source of its own memory and sorted out its own identity, its memory tells it that among the guys who often use this method, itself is one of the unquestionable targets.

But, more importantly.

The tenacity of the connection between himself and Diego was so strong that it could not be severed until not long ago.

There is no doubt that it is the power from the high sequence.

Although the connection cannot be severed, this connection, with its strength, can only be weakened.

Because, the source of strength seems to be far away from me.

Therefore, when encountering this situation for the second time, with some preparations, it avoided the situation of the first time.

However, it is somewhat puzzled.

Shouldn't the out-of-control Diego stay in the ruins all the time?

However, no one has been able to answer him this question.

until

I came to this side myself.

The foggy giant crow turned to look at the endless fog in the distance.

After passing through the doomsday-like battlefield, it could feel that the connection, the connection between itself and Diego, seemed to disappear.

And, here, its two paths, and there is no sign of conflict.

Its sequence ability coexists very peacefully.

This situation made it involuntarily have an idea.

Sequences cannot coexist and are artificial barriers.

And, only there, on the other side of the battlefield.

Mistcrow or Hugein, faintly grasped the inspiration that passed through his mind.

However, at this moment, as it flew across the ruins, its vision suddenly froze.

wait a minute, what is that?

Its line of sight was fixed on the huge trace that seemed to be a painting carved on the ground.

To be more precise, this is a huge pothole, but because it is too huge, the self in it has the perception of "traces".

Some huge creature crawled out from here.

Hugh frowned.

For some reason, an unexplained feeling of unhappiness came to my heart.

And the direction of departure is

Hugein turned his head to look in the direction of the battlefield.