Chapter 895 Throbbing in the Dirty Soil

When Yago left the mercury city and looked outside, he was still in the royal palace of Basatona.

However, at this moment, there is no one in the audience hall of the palace.

However, what he needs to care about the most, the most important thing, is not this.

He no longer has a body.

Or in other words, his body, his body built with silver blood, has completely become a part of that page.

On the torn pages, the pitch-black text was quickly replaced and distorted by silver.

The star-like silver text replaced the black text on the page in an instant, and then covered the entire page.

The silver text shone like stars, with an unspeakable sense of darkness.

In this strange change, an arm protruded from the page.

The fluid silver color converges into arms, interweaves into the fibers of clothing, and finally protrudes slowly from the pages of the book.

A man in a silver-gray morning coat and top hat emerged from the pages of the book.

Yago subconsciously lifted the top hat on his head, and then seemed to remember something——

The silver gathered like a stream of light intertwined on his shoulders to form a silver crow.

Another silver surge also converged into a cane in his hand:

"No, it's a cane sword."

Yago made a pulling motion, and the cane that had no gaps was torn apart, revealing a sharp blade that was also made of mercury-like silver fluid.

However, looking at the cane in his hand, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Cane sword?

Rather than saying it is practical, it is better to say that it is condensed by him because he is familiar with it, and because he is deeply impressed.

resist? resist?

Now he has long lost his human form.

The body of this human figure is nothing more than the appearance of "Diego Clauredo Fast".

If you want to talk about habits, if you want to talk about recognition, he actually prefers to choose the appearance and posture of his previous life.

Because you are worried that the appearance of different races will attract attention?

Because you are worried that there may be any surprises in the special appearance?

A mask will do the trick.

What really made him act like this was because he was confused about his identity.

Is it Diego himself?

Is it Diago, the child of parents whose parents love to show off their love stories and feed them dog food?

Is it Diago who has studied various myths, history and folklore stories because of his curiosity and hobby?

Is it the Diago who crossed over because of his friend's instigation and begging to start playing that virtual game?

quite ironically

His greatest wish now is to get the answer "I am the real Diego".

Everything is denied, and everything he experienced is actually another person's memory. This situation is harder for Yago to accept than death.

If it was said that it was not used in order to avoid possible dangers, but now it is an evasive behavior chosen because it wants to use it but is afraid of the negative result.

"What a disturbing world."

Yago suddenly felt a burst of anger, an anger that couldn't find a target to vent.

"It's all the world's fault."

This sentence that was used as a joke in the previous life, which is not logically correct, came out of Yago's mouth.

Shaking his head, Yago wiped his face with the palm of his hand. The face that vaguely carried some characteristics of his previous life, the facial features made of silver blood were directly wiped off, and even the head was directly wiped off by him.

"Indeed, 'Headless Horseman' is more suitable for me."

Laughing at himself, Yago reshaped the top hat floating above to outline a half-face mask.

A mask shaped like a bird's beak, a half-face mask shaped like a crow.

A headless man in a morning gown, on the empty neck, corresponding to the position of the face, floats a half-face mask:

"It's just that it's not very good-looking, it lacks a head, and it speaks strangely."

"However, it doesn't matter."

He picked up the pages on the ground that were engraved with silver characters.

At this moment, the him standing here is not his real body.

His real body is this page

No, it's the text above.

While thinking, the pages of the book seemed to dissolve and began to collapse, leaving only the silver text on it floating in front of Yago.

"It's not right to say that it's words. The so-called cognitive life doesn't need any entity, and it doesn't just have the form of vision."

Words, smells, light and shadow, things.

The existence of cognitive life is not concrete.

Cognitive life itself is "information".

Including dreams and memories.

The silver characters gradually deformed, converged, and deformed, and got into the body of the crow on the shoulder of the headless man.

For example, at this moment, his real body is "crow".

His form of existence has not changed.

The silver blood that constitutes the crow is equivalent to the pages and words of the book, and the information expressed by the words on the page is now "crow".

Or. "Silver Crow"?

Smiling silently, the headless man in a morning gown and holding a cane and sword followed Yago's will, with the crow on his shoulder, and walked towards the throne.

Standing under the stairs, standing under the throne, Silver Crow's eyes stared at the throne:

"Then, Your Majesty, come to think of it, you should know a lot about my origin."

Following the sound of Yago's voice, the next moment, the throne that showed a sense of ferocity suddenly squirmed like flesh and blood.

Immediately, a humanoid silhouette condensed.

Leaning on the throne, the lord of the empire Yago had seen appeared in his vision.

"certainly."

The other party's response was exactly as Yago expected.

He looked at Yago with great interest:

"What do you think the 'wizard' will do when they discover another world?"

Although he had thought about related matters, these words still exploded in Yago's heart like thunder.

Discover another world?

Discover another world! ?

Discover another world.

Yes, although Yago has seen all kinds of powerful and strange fantasy powers in this world, he never really thought about this possibility.

Is "traveling" impossible for this world?

A person's thinking will be invisible limited by a person's knowledge.

Although not as extreme as three-dimensional creatures cannot imagine four-dimensional space, but more hidden and invisible.

At this time, the lord of the empire sitting on the throne said to Yago with an inexplicable smile:

"Wizard, but an unscrupulous pragmatist."

"A pragmatist?"

Yago smiled silently.

Pragmatism, he was all too familiar with it.

"Pragmatism" and pragmatism are not the same thing.

Efficiency priority, problem solving priority, and effect priority.

The "shameful but useful escape" he just experienced is a classic example.

The pragmatist will use whatever is available to his ends.

Be it a title, a label or an identity.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong shock.

As if from the whole world.