Chapter 869: Nameless Poetry

“Architectural style of the city”

Standing in front of the strange building that seemed to have six or seven intertwined and twisted tower buildings, Yago nodded slightly.

He did not find a corresponding architectural style in his previous life.

He didn't feel it, and didn't even judge this "abnormality".

It seems that this exception does not exist.

In other words, these "abnormal" things are regarded as "normal" by him.

The minaret hanging down from the sky - the architectural style has some unique beauty, but the shape is relatively ordinary.

A half-wall suspended in mid-air without anything in direct contact—this is supposed to be a bar?

For some reason, Yago, who didn't notice the abnormality, almost didn't play a role in the judgment brought by the channel ability.

Slowly, Yago walked to the half wall suspended in the air, before the obliquely floating door, and opened the door naturally.

"The smell of a drunkard is really unbearable."

Yago, who walked slowly in the air obliquely and walked in the air, was talking to himself.

Immediately, he walked towards the "counter" and tried to say something to the young man who looked like a bartender standing behind the counter.

However, when he saw him coming, the bartender opened his mouth and said something that Yago couldn't understand.

And all of this is just Yago's perspective.

From the perspective of others, it was just a strange person who was dumbfounded and didn't know how to float in the air, talking to himself.

Basatona, the royal palace of the capital, in the audience hall, on the throne of the supreme representative of the imperial power, a blood-haired man looked at an Extraordinary knight kneeling on one knee and sneered:

"It seems that I made a mistake?"

On the edge of the red carpet that he looked down upon, knights in armor stood silently and without a sound.

Then, the Emperor of the Blood Feast looked disappointedly at the knight with a dispirited temperament:

"My knight, you should be able to answer my question, tell me, my dear ally, where is she?"

However, that knight with decadent temperament had a different attitude from other knights.

There was no sense of respect, and he seemed to have no intention of answering. He raised his head covered with dilapidated armor lightly, and said in a calm voice:

"Your plan has failed."

"Oh?" The man on the throne looked at him with a smile, "What did you see?"

"Your destruction." The decadent knight with broken armor replied without fear.

"My destruction?"

The man on the throne laughed:

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"How do you say that?"

"Can't you ask for it?"

There was something in his smile that made all the knights present feel instinctively uneasy.

The decadent knight with broken armor also noticed something because of his attitude:

"Tyrant! What are you going to do?"

"Tut tsk tsk." The man half lying on the throne shook his finger, "Tyrant? I'm really sorry."

"Have I ruled over my people with cruelty and brutality?"

"No."

"Am I being too authoritarian?"

"No."

"and"

His eyes shrank into vertical pupils at this moment, and the intense blood surged:

"Why do you think I would treat this kind of thing as a citizen?"

With a wave of his palm, accompanied by a rumbling sound, a blood-colored shadow crashed down under the steps of the throne and in front of all the knights.

one person.

an ordinary person.

No.

The decadent knight in tattered armor suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The body of the "ordinary person" suddenly twisted after falling.

The skin cracked, and the flesh and blood twisted, as if a plant-like, creepy and twisted plant emerged from the tattered clothes.

At this moment, the man on the throne laughed loudly:

"Do you think this kind of thing can be considered human?"

"You are not human! Tyrant! You are a real monster!"

The decadent knight with broken armor said angrily.

After he said this sentence, the other party's eyes became a little pitiful:

"Unfortunately, I have always been human, even if my appearance has changed."

"Oh, of course, if you want to look for 'real' human beings, there probably aren't any."

"It's really a pity. There's no need to keep the 'eyes' that don't have the ability to observe. Did you become blind on purpose to prevent me from getting involved?"

After a sigh, the body of the decadent knight in broken armor froze suddenly.

Then--

click.

The broken armor on his body was torn and split apart amidst bangs.

Countless flesh and blood stirred, like a storm and like a flame-like vortex, the arm turned into a wriggling giant claw and hit the ground of the audience hall.

Immediately, it was his other arm, leg, and... head.

When two ugly giant wings that seemed to be burning with flames opened, spilling blood and fire, a terrifying head opened the last piece of armor.

A huge eyeball.

A huge eyeball entangled with countless bloodshot eyes.

And this eyeball is the head.

With the twisting of the head of the giant eye, raging flames and blood rain, along with the invisible storm, raged in this audience hall.

However, none of the knights present took any action.

Randomly, amidst the laughter of the blood banquet emperor, a terrifying dragon flew out of the audience hall.

However, the strange thing is that no one seems to be aware of such a scene.

Even the guards around the palace didn't seem to notice this change.

In "The Book World", Yago moves silently in this slightly bustling "normal" city.

He wanted to judge the character of the area.

Thinking about it carefully, that "His Majesty" didn't seem to ask him to find anything, but just asked him to enter here?

And among the reasons why he came here, what belonged to him, what belonged to his active factors, was only what His Majesty described about wizards.

No, there should be another one.

"While outdated, strength of will is still a great way to drive fit."

Because of what His Majesty said, Yago also wanted to try whether he could use the "cognitive fit method" in the book world to promote his own mysterious fit.

Although he really cared about those words, he had no other way.

However, just as he was wandering, he was about to find a suitable target, use the abilities of the spirit man, the headless horseman, and the gravekeeper to obtain some memories, so that he could understand the city's history while understanding these strange languages. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

A familiar force emerged in his perception.

But when Yago followed this feeling to the destination, he only saw

poetry?

Yago looked at the writing on the wall with some confusion. He knew these writings.

Yalf?