Chapter 492: Daisy's Kiss, Final Prologue
Yeats went to Hell, formed an alliance with Lucifer, and worked out the specific details of the cooperation.
When the heavens sent out the origin-level beast "Leviathan".
The demons of hell will gather their divine power and reinforce the gluttonous demon "Behemoth" under Yezhi.
Allow Behemoth to burst out with power comparable to the Origin level in a short period of time.
At the same time, Lucifer said that he had old accounts to settle with Michael.
When this powerful nine-ringed god from heaven appears, Lucifer will help Asgard fight against the human world.
Ye Zhi estimated his own combat power on paper.
Judging from the cards, it is more powerful than the heaven.
However, the three gods of magic, moonlight and darkness cannot be withdrawn and need to guard Asgard and beware of the Supreme Will that may awaken at any time.
As the storm was about to come, Yeats used the teleportation power of the Nibelung Ring to travel between the nine realms and form alliances.
The Kingdom of Fire, the Underworld, the Kingdom of Frost, the Kingdom of Mist, the Kingdom of Elves, the Atrium, the Shadow Realm, the Kingdom of Dwarves, and the Realm of Gods.
Yeats's footprints are spread across these nine worlds, and he left his own miracles and legends in each plane.
The two worlds outside the Nine Realms, Heaven and Hell, are also making their own plans and mobilizing for the coming war.
Ye Zhi had been traveling around for some time and had no time to practice, so his divine power stopped at the bottleneck of the ninth ring and he was unable to break through.
However, the prophecy on the Slate of Light and the teachings of Minerva have turned into a seed and planted in Yeats' heart.
Know yourself.
No one in the world can see themselves clearly; only by becoming a god can one do that.
Iceland.
The cold wind is howling.
The majestic soul of the demon wolf Fenrir gathered into a spirit on the ice field, its sharp claws embedded in the snow, and paced around a red-cloaked Valkyrie riding on the back of a giant wolf.
"For Yeats' sake, I'll teach you a few tricks."
Fenrir smiled.
"Back then, I could crush the God of Duel with just one claw. As for now... Hey, come over here and let me test your strength!"
"I'm sorry...senior!"
Hildreth holds a rough-shaped giant sword and the reins of the giant wolf Frey. The scarlet cloak symbolizing the godhood of "duel" sways in the cold wind.
The breath was like a sharp sword coming out of its sheath, reaching the eighth ring! The underworld.
A ravine of corpses.
The black dragon Nidhogg raised his scaly neck and gnawed on the rotten tree roots, his scarlet dragon eyes glaring at Grey who was swinging an axe to chop the tree roots.
"Yes, use more force and chop down more tree roots!"
Gray panted and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Senior, is this training method really effective? Aren't you going to teach me some more magic?"
Nidhogg snorted coldly: "Only inferior dragons would pay attention to magic. The black dragon can turn everything into ashes with just strength and fire!"
"But you didn't teach me how to use dragon flame." Gray said.
"It's simple. Imagine the angriest thing in your heart, and then vent this anger as a dragon's roar!" Nidhogg instructed.
Gray leaned on the axe with her hand on her hungry stomach. Sadness and indignation surged in her heart. The dragon roar rose into the sky along with the flames of the catastrophe!
"Ye Zhi, I want to eat...food!!"
Nidhogg looked up at the fire, his dragon pupils showing shock, and exclaimed:
"Great, little Grey, you are very talented!!"
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City of Shadows.
On the bridge illuminated by the stars, Skach leaned on the magic spear in his hand, his purple eyes filled with loneliness, watching over the entire plane.
The giant python formed by the gathering of resentment was like dust, floating in the sky of the shadow world, whispering hoarsely: "Stay... The outside world does not belong to you... You must always monitor... this cage..."
Boom! The magic spear bathed in red light tore through the sky like a bolt of lightning, piercing a large hole in the belly of the Cloud Python.
The magic spear drew an arc and flew back into Skach's hand.
The resentment slowly dissipated, reflected in the calm eyes.
Skach whispered: "My world is monotonous and repetitive. Someone is willing to share the beauty of this world with me... That's enough."
The Land of Mist.
Niflheim.
Snow and wind were blowing, thick fog was covering the area, the river froze into a huge layer of ice, and countless fluttering snowflakes and ice crystals gathered into clouds.
In the hazy wilderness, two figures walked side by side.
"This place is a hundred times colder than the Frost Kingdom!" Even as powerful as an Eight-Ring True God, Ye Zhi was still shivering from the cold.
Daisy was still wearing a thin grey dress, looking as friendly as if she had returned home, with a smile on her face: "Before the world was born, the Kingdom of Mist and the Kingdom of Fire coexisted... So, there were only two kinds of things in the world at the beginning..."
"Fire and fog!" Daisy smiled, stretched out two fingers and made a "yeah" gesture.
Ye Zhi was too cold to complain, and said, "So where are we going?"
"That's it..."
Daisy exhaled a breath of cold mist, a glimmer in her eyes, and pointed her finger, saying, "The first spring of the world!"
Yeats looked up and saw a glacier that was so huge that it was unimaginable.
The glaciers rolled down tens of millions of tons of water, and the endless spring water split into twelve large rivers, rushing mightily towards the invisible distance.
This is the picture of the origin of the world, which gave Yeats a strong shock. God is also insignificant in front of this world! Daisy leaned over to scoop up the river water, raised her head and drank it, then wiped the corners of her lips.
"How does it taste?" Yeats asked curiously.
"It's a little sweet... Yeats, you should try it too!" Daisy called out.
Ye Zhi was shocked by the spectacular scene before him and shook his head.
"No, I just want to admire the waterfall."
Daisy didn't force it, and said with a smile:
"I'm glad you can come with me to the Land of Mist... There won't be any other life coming to this place except us."
"There's nothing here," Yeats suggested. "The war will come soon. We should go back soon."
"I want to take another look."
Daisy stood quietly beside the spectacular glacier waterfall and pursed her lips as she said, "It's quite interesting to empty my mind in this meaningless way."
“There is nothing meaningless in the world.”
Yeats also leaned over to taste the salt of the river, only to find it was very cold. He smacked his lips and said, "We are the meaning itself."
"But I always feel that life is boring...If I can't find fun all the time, my life will be like a stagnant pool of water."
Daisy lowered her eyes, looking downcast.
"Where is your home?" Ye Zhi felt that he had to start with family ties.
"No, I was born in the fog. My past is a mist, a breeze, and nothingness." Daisy said with a smile.
Ye Zhi said "Oh" and said casually: "It doesn't matter, you can treat my home as your own..."
Daisy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell silent.
Ye Zhi turned his head, was slightly startled, and looked surprised.
Two tears silently flowed down Daisy's cheeks.
She raised her snow-white neck modestly, with traces of tears on her face, and looked at the glacier, smiling:
"Yeats, tell me, if I release my divine power and jump off the waterfall, what will happen?"
"He will die," said Yeats.
"Try it?" Daisy was eager to try.
"It's better not to..."
Before Yeats finished speaking, he saw Daisy floating up the waterfall, her bare feet stepping on a rock in the middle of the waterfall, looking down at him and winking.
Immediately, she turned around, opened her arms, faced the waterfall, and took a deep breath.
Slowly lean back.
"You..." Ye Zhi's pupils contracted, and he rushed into the waterfall and hugged the falling Daisy.
The sound of the waterfall is deafening and the water temperature is freezing cold.
Yeats' divine domain was dispersed by the terrifying water pressure of the World Fountain.
The two men stumbled and fell into the shallows, soaking wet.
Daisy stood up, her wet grey hair hanging on her shoulders, and looked at Yeats, giggling.
"You are really crazy." Yeats coughed continuously.
The next moment, Ye Zhi's eyes widened.
Daisy kissed him with paranoia, madness and dependence.
Yeats's mind went blank.
He didn't push Daisy away, and he still hadn't realized what was going on.
After a long time, their lips parted.
Ye Zhi stared blankly at the figure in front of him.
Her cheeks were rosy and her body was soaked, she was extremely beautiful.
"You...I..." Ye Zhi stuttered.
Daisy put her finger to her lips, made a silent gesture, and said cunningly: "Do you know what the greatest miracle in the world is?"
"What is it?" Ye Zhi asked in surprise.
"Yes - back from the dead."
Daisy opened her arms freely, standing in the shallows washed by the waterfall, happy like an elf between heaven and earth.
"I have died once just now! Thanks to you, Yeats, I am alive again, so I reward you with a kiss!"
She leaned forward, the river water outlined the ravine on her chest, and smiled: "How does it feel?"
Ye Zhi smacked his lips, his mouth full of the taste of the ice spring, and commented:
“It’s a bit sweet.”
"How about we do it again..." Daisy's cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled.
"No, I... um..."
Daisy still pounced on him.
This time, Ye Zhi put his arms around her waist and slowly savored this longer kiss.
It is sweet indeed.
Yeats thought to himself.
*Holy calendar year 1463, winter, Papal States.
The wind was howling and the snow was as sharp as a knife. It was more violent than in previous years and abnormally cold.
Later some people said that this was a sign of war, but people at that time were still immersed in the illusion of peace until the era when artillery sank the knights.
Outside the palace gate.
A man in black armor, leading an old horse, walked slowly in the snow.
His horse was very strange, with eight legs. Although it was skinny, flames could be faintly seen coming out of its nostrils.
"This is a restricted area of the Vatican, no one is allowed to enter!" The Templar Knight nervously stared at the man in black armor who was walking slowly towards him.
The Templar was terrified because the spear in the man's hand was flashing with thunder.
Before he could utter the next sentence, he fell into the snow.
The man walked through the corridor, the howling wind and snow blew up his cloak. He was as familiar with this place as if it were his own backyard.
Finally, he stopped in front of a carved door, from which came the cough of an old man.
Squeak——
The door was pushed open.
On the jade couch, an old man with a wrinkled face, wearing an exquisite robe, tried his best to support his body on the bed, and finally knelt down dejectedly.
The man stood in front of the old man.
"You're here." The old man said hoarsely.
"I should have come."
"I didn't expect... that you would become like this."
"Me too."
"Do you want to know the reason?" There was a gleam of brilliance in the old man's eyes, and one could vaguely see his capable and virtuous appearance when he was young.
"Speak." The man was frugal with his words.
"This world is all about exchange... exchange pain for rules, exchange left eye for wisdom... I have been sitting in this position for more than a thousand years... from your time until this era... I am already content." The old man laughed hoarsely.
"So, what did you exchange?" the man asked.
"Your empire." The old man revealed the identity of the visitor, "Lorraine."
Lorraine clenched his spear tightly, then gradually loosened his grip. He knew that the other party was trying to provoke him. This would not change anything, but it would disturb his mood.
The creature in front of him was as ugly as a maggot, emitting the stench of decay, old age, feces and urine, but was wrapped in exquisite clothes. Lorraine tried hard to hold back his nausea and did not stab him right away.
He did not kill him because he still had a question that had troubled him for two epochs.
"Tell me," Lorraine said, "where the Supreme Will comes from."
If the Supreme Will comes from the same place as himself, then it can also answer most of Lorraine's confusion.
But if not, then there are still greater mysteries in this world waiting for you to explore.
But... I don't have much time left.
The curtain is about to rise.
Everyone has their own battlefield...the King of the Wild Hunt is no exception.
The old man chuckled, his voice was hoarse and his breath was weak. He laughed at the trembling of the Wild Hunt King's spear tip and laughed at the loser who was unable to change his fate.
"Even if I tell you, you can't change the fate that has already happened... Cause and effect is the law that is destined in this world, and even the Supreme Being cannot change it..."
"That girl will never come back, Lorraine! I sacrificed her along with your empire!"
The old man laughed so hard that tears came out.
"I have lived long enough, and you have suffered for a thousand years!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up.
Thunder roars.
Lorraine's eyes went dark, and in extreme anger, he found that his eyeball was bruised...he could not see with his left eye.
But it didn't matter anymore, the spear had already stabbed the old man's chest.
At this moment, the old man's robe shone brightly, and an indestructible barrier took shape!
The old man's laughter stopped, his pupils contracted, and he lowered his head in disbelief.
The God-given barrier was shattered before it could withstand the spear tip for even a moment... The spear tip sank into the remains of the body, and life and blood flowed away together.
"How... is it possible..." The old man couldn't believe it, "How could you... break the fate..."
"The greatest miracle in the world is the reversal of cause and effect."
The Wild Hunt King's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the abyss.
"The ending that has already been determined...I will rewrite it."
The old man's body was shaking constantly, his pupils were dilated with intense fear, his hair stood on end, his voice was filled with an infinite chill, and he said in horror:
"You are not Lorraine...you are..."
Boom!
Lightning flashed across the sky above the Papal States and heavy rain came pouring down like a sluice gate from heaven bursting.
The old man fell in a pool of blood.
The Pope was assassinated and was discovered early the next morning.
…
(End of this chapter)
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