Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 41 The White Crow

Countless prayers are layered on top of each other.

For example, if the sound of prayers when he was in charge of the Gate of Truth was like the croaking of cicadas and frogs on a summer night, what Talo is hearing now is the endless scream of the great land plates colliding with each other.

And there are many sounds that obviously don't seem to be made by human mouthpieces, but Tulo is sure that they are prayers.

praying to him.

It is also not like the prayers of normal believers. These voices are full of madness, hatred, and hysteria.

"A bit noisy..."

Humans... Ah no, it should be that the joys and sorrows of living things are not connected, and Talo only thinks they are noisy.

At this moment, as if hearing Tullow's request, the world returned to silence.

Could it be that in the field of magic there are also things that go against each other?I clearly wrote down so many beautiful and positive runes.

Slowly, he has the feeling of being connected with something.

Just like when awakening the real name, exactly the same chaos.

This is not the spirit world, and it has absolutely no similarities with the various cases described in "The Guide to the Power of the Spirit World".

This time the perception is also clearer and clearer.

The magic circle brought him to this unknown place again.

Taluo had a clear realization that his soul was not in the spirit world at all, or his root was in this indescribable place.

Nayarato...

Showing off his real name, it felt like returning home, and an inexplicable sense of belonging came to his heart.

Tullow guessed that such a vision appeared because, as a time traveler, his soul composition was obviously different from that of the local aborigines.

"What is my truth?"

He couldn't wait to see his soul reflection, maybe he could see his appearance in the previous life.

An activated, gloomy darkness gradually took shape, turning into a bat-like existence with two heads, countless star-shaped eyes flickering on its two faces, and strange black electricity and flames along with the movement of its wings. Waved and wrapped around his body.

This is wrong!I was not a capitalist in my previous life!Obviously a pure beater!
It is blessed!It's not about giving out blessings!How did such an outrageous thing appear!

Tarlow is very dissatisfied with this soul reflection, he will never admit it!

If it's like this, then don't worry about the truth or something.

As if feeling Tulo's rejection, this bat-like existence instantly melted into a pool of darkness and recondensed.

It turned into a skinny human male, with a bit of Talo's previous appearance, with regular features, wearing a suit, and an indescribably turbulent malice in his eyes.

Looking at this dark man, Tullo was speechless for a while, this fucking is more like a capitalist!

After realizing that he could shape the external image according to his own will, Tullow wondered if it would be better to have something colorful instead of always being dark.

The Dark One disintegrated into pieces, and from its fissures gushed a cloud of colored smoke.

The color is there, but there is a bit of darkness...

Morbid colors blend and surge, as if they can swallow everything that enters it.

Don't do hell stuff!Let's have a better symbol!correct!Dove of peace!
Pigeons are fine.

Tarlow tried to imagine a pure and lovely pigeon with white feathers.

Just like when using the Eye of Naya to condense objects, he fabricated the expected appearance bit by bit.

"Cuckoo..."

The hard work paid off, and a lovely pigeon finally took shape.

……

But when Talo called the God of Truth to the present world, the thin figure and long beak of the other party did not look like an elegant dove at all, but like a white crow.

The eyes of the white crow are exactly the same as Talo's magic eyes, with a ruby-like color.

"You are the true god of beasts just like Wendini." Grace said standing aside.

Talo looked around the classroom from the perspective of God, and everyone had already summoned their own gods, except for Aaron who was still struggling to convey his magic power.

I should be the penultimate one to be summoned.

Grace's real face is botanical, a yellow iris flower in full bloom is wrapped around her hand, and the flower body sways slightly, as if greeting Talo.

Wendini's was a snow-white, fluffy snow wolf cub with a pink tongue drooping, held in Wendini's arms.

"Close your eyes!" Tulo suddenly ordered to his true face.

This sound startled Grace and Wendini who were standing beside them.

"What's the matter? Why are you yelling all of a sudden?" Grace asked Tulo angrily.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that it's good to close its eyes like mine, and keep in line with the owner." These are Tulo's sincere words.

"Weird." Grace complained.

Just when the white crow was about to turn its gaze to Grace, Talo's spiritual sense sensed a strong alarm.

If you look around blindly with the white crow, something irreversible will definitely happen.

Now its eyes are like the eyes of Naya out of control, or worse.

"Quack quack..." The white crow made a cry that was no different from a crow.

The cry was full of grievances, and it flapped its wings and jumped onto Tulo's shoulder, obediently closing its eyes as ordered.

"Good." Talo patted the bird's head reassuringly. It seems that the God of Truth is quite obedient. If there is any disobedience, he will immediately find a way to send him back to the indescribable chaos.

"Do you want to pet it?" Wendini handed the furry snow wolf to Tulo.

Looking at the naive little guy in front of him, Tulo rubbed it up unceremoniously. The soft touch made him feel comfortable for a while, and at the same time he was full of disgust for his white crow.

I wish I had known that I had pinched a similar existence.

Following Talo's skillful technique, Snow Wolf showed a satisfied expression and let out a cry expressing comfort.

The white crow on Taluo's shoulder "watched" this scene, and immediately flapped its wings, stretched its neck and roared "Ga! Ga! Ga!" at the snow wolf, with a look full of jealousy.

After hearing the roar, the snow wolf cub scrambled into Wendini's arms, sobbing in fear.

Even the iris in Grace's hand seemed to hide in the sleeve of her school uniform as if in fear.

"Your real face is so fierce..." Wendini patted the snow wolf to comfort him, while looking at the white crow that was still screaming.

"Shut up! Don't bark like this in the future!" Tulo raised his hand and patted the bird's head to silence it.

At this moment, Aaron's summoning array finally responded, and an extremely dazzling light burst out from it.

Tullow felt that the four basic elements of magic all together set off a majestic momentum in the classroom.

It should be said that it is the protagonist.

(End of this chapter)