Chapter 896: The Face in the Phantom

In this strong sense of shock, everything in the audience hall also changed strangely.

The originally solid wall squirmed at this moment.

The man on the throne also stood up from the throne that had unknowingly turned into flesh and blood. After glancing at Yago, he said:

"It's a pity that you returned to the realm of 'Life' in the end, but it doesn't matter, 'Debt Collector' and 'Shadow of Time' can also be handed over to you. If you are not cultivated, it is really not easy to deal with that goddess .”

When the voice fell, in Yago's vision, in the audience hall turned into flesh and blood, there was a huge crack in the wall of flesh and blood.

Yago felt a strong sense of stagnation.

"Looking at you, you are quite interested in those useless histories, and this probably can satisfy your interest—"

"The real source of 'sequence' and 'pathway'."

Amidst the mocking laughter of the majesty on the throne, Yago saw several spheres of scarlet flesh and blood fall out of the cracked gap in the cracked wall.

If it was the past, Yago might not be able to detect it.

but now

The spheres condensed from scarlet flesh and blood carried a strong breath of life, like eggs, eggs.

Yago's main body, the crow on the shoulder of the headless man, is watching the bloody eggs.

phantom.

Mysterious phantom.

What Yago saw, the phantom lines that constituted the "mystery", were distributed like blood vessels in this giant blood-colored egg.

Moreover, Yago can feel that in these phantoms and in those text lines, there is strong or weak hatred, fear, and despair dissipating.

These weak wills were mixed together, twisted, and showed their twisted faces to Yago.

It was one face after another, imprisoned and blocked by silver chains like stagnant light streams.

Yes, even though there was no change on the Flesh Egg, Yago still saw such a scene clearly.

And the reason, Yago himself knew it well.

"cognitive" organisms.

Or "information" creatures.

Observing things from his perspective, one after another "information" will be revealed on the representations of those things.

emotions, desires.

Those mysterious phantoms, in his view at this time, are not simple symbols, nor are they simple words containing strange power.

Those are real people!

Or in other words, among those powers, among those phantoms of words, there are mixed with the consciousness and spirit of one person after another.

They were forcibly twisted and fixed into this appearance by some kind of force.

Maybe with some shock, maybe with some confusion, but strangely calm, as if he had seen it countless times, Yago turned his eyes back and looked at the man on the throne.

"As I said, wizards are pragmatists."

The lord of the empire, this majesty whose attitude towards him was unknown, responded to him with a calm and even smiling face:

"As long as it is effective, the better the effect and the worse the negative impact, it is a better answer for wizards."

"Whether or not this approach harms others."

Yes, it is indeed difficult for Yago to refute this evaluation of pragmatists.

After all, the core value of pragmatists is "efficiency". Whether it is effective or not, what is the best efficiency?

It is easy for pragmatists to personify themselves and others as machine-like things to judge value.

And at this moment, Yago suddenly thought of something and looked at his "body".

His real body has been integrated into the text of the page that he thought was the "world in the book".

Those words that exist in the form of cognition, that city, have become a part of his body.

In his cognitive world, the huge city that exists like mercury is not only his consciousness, but also his real body.

And the "crow" carrying his body is the medium through which he is fixed in the cognitive form of "crow". This mercury crow is actually the blood of silver.

The existence form of "silver blood" is not material either.

To be precise, Silver Blood, this is a thing that can exist across forms.

It can be an illusory existence that is generally recognized by consciousness.

It can also be a physical substance.

At this moment, Yago paid attention to another thing.

As a double-sequence, dual-path Extraordinary, there should be ghosts of words in my body.

Where?

Soon, Yago's consciousness sank into the cognitive domain and returned to the city of mercury.

One building after another appeared as Yago glanced across.

Finally, he found his purpose.

In this city of mercury, there are hidden rooms without doors one after another.

Silently, in order to verify his thoughts, Yago entered these rooms without entrances.

Then, when he entered the first room, he saw something.

In the prison built of mercury, countless silver chains gathered from all directions, restraining an illusory figure.

A. The Headless Horseman.

Silvery, battered armor covers the body of a humanoid.

Yes, humanoids.

Humanoids with bird claws and winged hands.

Bird feathers and bones can be seen through the gaps in the armor

That pair of armor didn't match the humanoid's body, whether in size or otherwise.

It's like forcing a strong man's armor on a child.

In the posture of a crow, Yago looked at the headless knight, and his crow eyes were suddenly shaken.

On the ground, there is also a helmet, which is also bound and connected by an extended chain.

Turning his gaze slightly, Yago saw a skull in the helmet.

Not humans, but birds.

"Sue the dead bird".

bone bird with black feathers

Yago realized what this humanoid creature in ill-fitting armor was.

He could also clearly sense the chaotic will faintly emanating from the armor and the body of the bone bird.

Fragmentary words that cannot even be put together in specific words, chaotic and stupid whispers.

With inexplicable emotions, Yago passed through the mercury wall and walked towards the wall.

After passing through a wall, Yago saw another figure.

It was a figure in a torn black robe, also imprisoned by countless mercury chains.

Not "The Gatekeeper".

Yago was a little surprised and wary at first, but soon, he also realized that there was a body outline under the black robe.

Lifting the black robe, Yago saw a human figure as thin as a skeleton.

but

This twisted and slender figure has several holes on its arms, which are only covered by skin.

Like a bone flute.

Suddenly, a word popped up in Yago's mind:

"Corpse Poet".