Under the clear blue sky and white clouds, there was an endless sea of ​​blood and corpses. As far as the eye could see, the horizon was filled with a mighty army in full armor. Millions of sorcerers, with shackles on their hands, collars around their necks, and helmets of punishment that only exposed their mouths, lined up to guard the supreme throne, like silent tombstones.

The evil dragons sat on a high platform made of bones, like flags. They had no dignity as dragons, only violent madness, and were armed to the teeth, carrying high-kill miracle guns. They were not only charging warriors, but also shields guarding the throne, and sometimes even desperate chips.

On top of the temple built of human skulls, under the bright and warm sunlight, sat an exquisite and bloody supreme throne. Vichy sat on it, admiring everything in the world that she ruled.

This is the deepest desire of Vichy's soul.

Ash looked at all this and was not surprised at all that Vichy would create such a world. She was a demon who did not believe in human nature. If she could become the Supreme of Magic, she would definitely use soul miracles to control the souls of all living beings, build a wall of fear with killing, turn all magicians in the world into her army, and suppress all the traitors who opposed her.

She never thought about benefiting the world, she just wanted to gather all the power in herself, enslave all living things to support herself. There are indeed such people in this world, born tyrants, demons, and maniacs, even if they are afraid of a brutal ending, they will still pursue brutal pleasure.

A wolf like her who has been hungry for too long will never be able to fill her stomach.

But it was she who became an operator, it was she who helped him survive so many life and death situations, it was she who... Ash sighed, thinking about how to help Vichy summon the gods.

Swish.

With the sound of chains being pulled, Ash was suddenly pulled over and knelt on the ground. He raised his head and found himself in front of the throne. Vichy was holding the chain in his hand, looking at him teasingly, and he had a collar around his neck.

It was obvious that he was also in the deep desire of Vichy's soul, and their positions were exactly the opposite of reality. However, Ash was not very surprised, he had expected this.

The cute pink feet stretched out from under the robe, and the toes gently lifted Ash's chin. Vichy supported his cheek with his left hand and looked down at him as if he was looking at a pet: "Lick."

Forget it, letting her be crushed to death by hell might help raise the moral level of the magician world by a large margin.

Ash turned his head away in displeasure, wondering where Vishi's opportunity to summon the gods was, but Vishi was not happy. She pulled the chain in her hand and pulled Ash into her arms like a concubine lying in the arms of a tyrant. Her expression turned cold and she said in a cold voice: "I am the supreme magician now, and you dare to disobey me? Do you still think you are my master?"

But the next second she chuckled again, with a hint of charm flowing on her eyebrows. She stretched her hand along Ash's collar and put it in. She was more charming and lovely than ever before, not like a ghost prophet: "Of course you are my master. Even if you are chained now, you are still my master forever."

Is this guy so moody... Ash began to feel how much fear Vichy brought to the magicians of her time.

"Master, ah." Vichy tore off the grape skin, held the grape in his mouth and passed it to him. Ash originally wanted to avoid it, but the chain on his neck controlled his reaction, forcing him to obediently accept Vichy's favor.

Grape juice burst between her lips and dripped down the corners of her mouth. Vichy pulled up the chain, forcing Ash to raise his head, and then she licked along the water marks. When she saw the water marks dripping into her clothes, Vichy unbuttoned the buttons with her mouth and kissed the sweet skin, as if she was really Ash's maid.

"You always don't like me to get close to you," Vichy leaned close to Ash's ear, and his breath tickled Ash's earlobe, "Because you are afraid that you will become my slave."

"But you can't escape, because this is your fate." Vichy pulled the chain and let Ash bury himself in her arms: "Peace or dignity?"

"To be your slave while alive, or to be your slave after death?" Ash still remembered the conversation they had when they first met.

"No." Vichy smiled: "Peace is that you become my slave, dignity is that I become your slave."

"I have become the most powerful magician. I am no longer afraid of losing anything, and no one can bully me anymore. We have unlimited time to adjust our relationship. If it is more interesting for you to be the master, I don't mind."

Yaxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are the Supreme Sorcery Master, and this is all you want? But even if you are not the Supreme Sorcery Master, it doesn't seem to affect anything, right?"

"Everything beautiful in the world will eventually vanish into thin air." Vichy shook his head: "My race, my country, my era, my past... When I opened my eyes in the dreamland, everything was forgotten by time. We were born alone and will die alone."

"Only when I sit on the Supreme Throne will my life have meaning, my love will be eternal, and I can live without any worries, and never have to experience any heart-wrenching pain again."

Ash stared at Vichy in a daze. He had thought of many reasons why Vichy pursued power, such as ruling the world, achieving immortality, and pushing the limits of magic... But he didn't expect that Vichy's reasons were so simple and childish that they made him want to laugh.

She is afraid of death.

She is not only afraid of her own death, but also afraid of the death of the things she cares about.

So everything must give way to power, because she is so rational that she is almost a monster. She knows that as long as she does not become the Supreme, no matter what she cares about or likes, it will disappear. Since they will die anyway, they might as well become her bargaining chips. Whether it is friendship, love, family affection, self-esteem or morality, as long as it can be exchanged for power, she will sacrifice it on the altar without hesitation.

Only when she reaches the end of the road of pursuing power and ascends to the supreme throne can she come back to life. She may understand the beauty of fireworks, but she can no longer be satisfied with the beauty of a moment. She would rather miss all the joy than feel the grief of loss.

Beneath the ghost of cruelty and selfishness, there is a prophet who understands the world.

"Why me?" Ash asked the last question.

"Because you were my master, because you spoke rudely to me, because you saved me, because you didn't give up on me..." Vichy stroked the chain: "There are many reasons, but the important thing is never the reason, but my mood."

"You are the first person I hope will not die after I am reborn," she raised her eyebrows, her eyes brightening.

Ash blinked, not quite believing it, thinking that Vichy could control the subconscious deep in his soul, right? Seeing his reaction, Vichy was not angry, and said, "You refused to fall in love with me before, wasn't it because I refused to give my heart to you?"

“It’s not just…”

"Now I give you my heart, and you must give me your heart."

Ash was stunned. How? He saw Vichy reaching out his hand and thought he was about to be ripped out of his heart, but Vichy's fingers just lightly brushed across his chest. His hand was also grabbed by Vichy and slid along the ravine towards her heart.

No, I'm here to help you summon the gods, not to... However, when the chain pulled his collar, Ash couldn't resist at all. He could only lie in Vichy's arms on the throne like a concubine trying to please a tyrant.

"Now, I am the master."