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At this moment, Leticia seemed to understand why the storyteller would voluntarily give up his spiritual power and appear in this form.

"You are afraid of the outcome of the devil, and at the same time, you also use this method to sing a certain poem?"

Leticia looked at the storyteller and said in a deep voice.

Leticia didn't know about the existence of poets before, but from the storyteller's brief words, she knew a certain ability that poets have.

That is to use their own At the cost of his soul, he dedicates everything he has to sing a poem written by himself.

And this poem will affect reality and become reality.

Under normal circumstances, this is the romance of the poet.

Because the poet wants to To sing a poem that can affect reality and destiny, you need to dedicate everything you have.

What a romantic thing!

But the storyteller is different.

He betrayed the devil's sworn fate, and he betrayed the poet's romance.

In singing the influence After the poetry of the world, he did not die, but lingered on in some way. Then he would wait until the arrival of the destiny poetry that he sang, so that he could be revived and even get what he wanted. To a certain extent.

It is said that the storyteller is very powerful. He took advantage of a loophole in the rules of the small garden to complete this magnificent chapter.

But his behavior of finding loopholes and exploiting them is undoubtedly a thief.

"You are not Prometheus, you are just the purest thief! Leticia concluded that

"Yes, Miss Leticia."

The storyteller calmed down the enthusiasm on his face. He was still so polite and even looked a little crazy.

"This is my purpose, to linger on after singing the poem, until at a certain point in the future, when candidates for the original scripture of humans and gods are born together, I can completely perfect this poem."

"……No one can stop me, that's what I thought. If anyone wanted to stop me, it would be a poet, and he would also sing poems to cover the poems I wrote."

"I think so, I have always thought so!"

"……Although there are many Shura gods and Buddhas in Hakoniwa, I did not let my poems relate too much to the upper levels, but only to the lower levels. This will make the success rate very high."

"Moreover, the poems I sing are beneficial to the gods. Even if they know about it, they will not stop me and will even support me. This is the ouroboros symbolized by '8'."

At this point, the storyteller's expression suddenly became painful.

"It should be like this, it should be like this, the poems I sing are correct, and the future I see remains unchanged."

"……But now everything has changed, the '8' symbolizing Ouroboros is so fragile in front of the sacred '7'"

"I tried my best and gave everything I had, but I could only sing a poem. But the greatness around you, Miss Leticia, composed a great movement with an essay."

"……A poem is only an extremely small part of a movement. Countless chapters can be combined to form this big movement that plays all over the world."

"This is no longer the firefly competing with the bright moon. Please forgive me for my lack of words. I no longer know how to describe it."

The storyteller seemed to suddenly become extremely tired. His body became more and more unreal, and the words he spoke began to become pale and feeble.

"I know that my destiny has come to an end, because the great existence is not happy with me. His will is the will of this small garden, and those Shura gods and Buddhas have been kept in the dark."

"……His will is everything, you know that, Miss Leticia!"

"I once inadvertently spied on an unknown existence from this box garden. Just one glance made me feel that I was crazy, completely crazy."

"……Therefore, I chose this path that betrayed the poet's romance. I am simply a shame to the poet."

The storyteller's expression became extremely strange.

Sometimes he was sane, sometimes crazy, and sometimes twisted, as if his sanity was being taken away by something terrible.

Roy knew what he saw.

The chaos of Fu Xing was... In hell, and hell is also in the box garden.

This storyteller probably somehow, one of his thoughts accidentally collided with Nyarlathotep who was restrained in hell by Roy.

In any case, Nyarlathotep Arlathotep is also an 8=3 alien god.

If Roy hadn't sealed it, Nyarlathotep would have swept the world.

Roy even suspected that the storyteller had seen Nyarlathotep. After the true form of Nyarlathotep, a glimpse of Azathoth was also glimpsed from Nyarlathotep's body.

It is normal for a demon king who does not even have three digits to go completely crazy when he sees his deepest fear.

For now For the storyteller, death may be his most beautiful destination.

The storyteller's current state makes Leticia feel chills. Even the vampire princess feels coldness coming out of her body and goosebumps all over her body.

One day An unknown fear seemed to invade her heart

"Miss Leticia, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. I'm afraid you should be aware of it, but you have been avoiding it."

"……As a poet, I can see your destiny and the price marked by your destiny."

"So as the former double-digit demon king and the strongest Tian Dong said White Night King, it is impossible for her not to see the trajectory of your destiny."

"……But the White Night King still lets you accept Cain's inheritance without telling you the price you have to pay."

"Because to her, you are not important, you are just a tool for her, a prop to accomplish the purpose of being a class ruler."

"……She just wants to usurp the fruits of victory that you have sacrificed everything for!"

At this time, the storyteller still wants to continue to seduce Leticia into corruption and drive a wedge between Leticia and the White Night King.

"That's enough, stop talking! Leticia shouted angrily and stopped the storyteller.

It is impossible to completely degenerate and lose all reason. Now that her parents, sister, and clan members have been resurrected, Leticia has no reason to continue to degenerate.

Only now Leticia is already a demon king, and the storyteller just wants her to fall deeper into the abyss.

How could Leticia not understand at this time that the White Night King was hesitant to speak when he faced her.

The White Night King had already seen it When it comes to her ending, she is not told. This is an idea that Leticia has been trying to avoid.

But the storyteller insists on mentioning these things, causing a gap between Leticia and the White Night King.

"Okay, I've allowed you to talk nonsense here for so long, now shut up."

Roy suddenly spoke up at this time.

His words were like the laws of the world, changing the storyteller's will and making him shut his mouth respectfully.

"You are also a poor person who insists on spying on foreign gods out of curiosity. Curiosity will not only kill the cat, but also the poet."

"……Although I don't like your nonsense, since you have more wisdom than most gods, let me grant you relief."

"For a person like you who prides himself on wisdom, madness and loss of reason are the greatest sorrows."

Roy turned around at this time.

This was when he took the initiative to see the storyteller.

It was also the first time the storyteller saw him, and it was also the last time.

In an instant, silently, the storyteller seemed to It's like being denied by everything.

The traces of existence, the poems he once wrote, and everything he sang have all disappeared in this box garden.

"Idiot, you just want your conspiracy to involve the gods of Hakoniwa, but you dare to bring your doctrine on me. It’s strange that you’re not crazy."

Such a role may bring huge disaster to the entire Little Garden, and even change the destiny.

But such a role is not even a small role in front of Roy, and he is no different from the crawling ants on the roadside.

That's all.

The Ouroboros that tried to follow the will of the gods was destroyed before it was born. How can the connected '8' be against the supreme '7'!

This original cause has been extinguished.