"This is your spiritual world. Theoretically, you can be resurrected infinitely. Plus, the time speed is 10,000:1, so you have at least a dozen hours to try. But the Black Demon is a master of magic. She is only slightly worse than me in terms of fighting skills... If you can suppress her, then there is no need for you to pay 1/4 of her power, because only a master of magic can defeat her."
"And to the Black Demon, you are the Viewer's meal replacement. Her vicious and cruel thoughts cannot be used on the Viewer, so you become the best vessel for venting her anger."
"So I have another plan," the Death Maniac glanced at him, "I will suppress her."
Ash opened his mouth and after a long while asked, "What do I have to pay?"
"Theoretically, I need you to pay the last quarter for my move, but this time I am only moving inside the spiritual world, so you can keep the last quarter... As a price, you must pay for your memories of Sonia."
"Can't you just—"
“No.” Death Maniac shook his head: “The Black Demon and I are both the thoughts of a candle in the wind. Now she has come to reality by burning your thoughts about Lisdiya. If I want to deal with her, I must also burn your thoughts about Sonia... This is the cost price.”
There are two methods. One is to find a way to suppress the Black Demon by yourself, but there is no possibility of success. The Black Demon is a real supreme master of magic, and he is not even a God Lord now. The other is to pay Sonia's memory in exchange for the Death Maniac's action.
There is one last method, which is to do nothing, allowing the black devil to run rampant and completely destroy the situation that the stars have maintained with great difficulty, step on the accelerator of this already rapidly diving train, and rush into the snake kiss of Ouroboros with the whole world.
"Why did you..." Ash looked down at the dark seabed, his voice like a wail squeezed out from the deep wrinkles of his soul: "Why didn't you warn me?"
"Have you ever thought," Death Maniac said calmly, "that maybe I hate you and Sonia, too?"
Ash looked up at her, opened his mouth to refute, but slowly closed it. The description of what the Death Mad had just given to the Black Demon was too detailed and too true, making it hard to be sure whether she really understood the Black Demon that well, or whether she was using the Black Demon to say what she had been holding back for a long time.
Although Death Maniac paid close attention to him and Sonia, and it seemed that she liked both of them very much, no one stipulated that the two emotions of love and hate could not exist at the same time... More often than not, love and hate were partners that appeared hand in hand. Hate would not breed love, but love often led to hate.
Ash didn't say anything, and the Death Maniac was quietly puffing away beside him.
The Dark Devil thought that he had no chance of survival, so he wanted to drag Lisdiya to be buried together. In fact, the Death Maniac had a similar idea. She definitely had no expectation of survival, so she hoped that Ash and Sonia could be happy, because she had witnessed this relationship all the way, and because she wanted to make up for some regrets through Sonia... Seeing Sonia live a happy and complete life means that she herself has a happy life.
"I can't suppress the Dark One."
Death Maniac looked at Ash, and Ash said seriously: "But I don't want to pay for the memory of Sonia either."
"Help me, death freak."
"Didn't you understand what I just said?" Death Maniac said, "Or do you think this world is so kind that you can do whatever you want?"
"Help me, madman." Ash still said the same thing.
"If you want me to help you, you have to pay for Sonia's memory," said Death Maniac. "You should start to forget Lysdiya's memory now. Soon you will even forget the name 'Lysdiya'. You have already forgotten so many people and so many things, why don't you forget Sonia too? Are you so biased that you can even forget the witch Silver Lantern Vichy, but you can't give up Sonia?"
"Helpless sacrifice is different from unthinking dependence." Ash stared at the Death Maniac: "If there is any possibility, I am not willing to pay this price... Help me, Death Maniac."
"Sonia was also a helpless sacrifice—"
"Help me." Ash just repeated this sentence over and over again, lowering his head and saying, "Help me."
The dead man's eyes showed complicated emotions, and he asked coldly: "But why should I help you? Why?"
This tone and this response would have meant rejection in any era or country, but Ash seemed to be encouraged. He stared at the Death Maniac, his eyes emitting light in this dark deep sea.
"I'm betting my hope on myself. I'm betting that I will win." Ash said, "Isn't this worth your bet? Whether you win or lose, I will be the last gamble in your life."
The dead maniac was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Your arrogance... is a bit like the viewer."
"You are the one who knows everything about me. You know everything I have said and everything I have not said. I don't know how to convince you, but if even you are unwilling to place your hopes on me, it only means that I am a failure in life." Ash said softly, "If every magician's life is a magician's manual, then you are my first reader... A book that cannot even conquer the first reader must be poorly written."
"Or maybe it's just because the protagonist is a trash can."
The dead maniac sneered, staring at the white smoke rising from the cigarette butt in the sea, and suddenly reached out and put the cigarette into Ash's mouth.
"I still have to take away Sonia's memories." Death Maniac said, "But I can only take a little bit... This way I can guide you with my mind on how to deal with your battle with the Black Demon."
"But you have to think about it. Even with my guidance, you can't defeat the Black Demon in one go. It may take dozens or hundreds of attempts to cross two realms and suppress the Supreme Magic... Every time you fail, it means that the Black Demon has a new toy... Are you ready?"
Ash felt relieved and took a polite puff of his cigarette: "Thank you."
"I'm not putting my hopes on you."
Si Kuang glanced at him, then took the cigarette back and continued to smoke:
"It was just a casual bet on the last game."
…
…
On the battlefield of Fantasy Hell, the gods were busy fighting Ouroboros and had no time to take care of the rear.
At this moment, a chill suddenly ran through the Blood Moon Extreme Master's spine. The strong sense of death stimulated his bloodiness and madness. Every cell in his body was roaring and fleeing! He had no time to react. He only had time to protect himself with the Blood Moon Barrier.
boom!
The Blood Moon Extreme Master was shot through with his body and the Kingdom of Heaven, and half of his body exploded into blood mist. Although he recovered in an instant, the defense line he was responsible for was instantly ineffective due to the delay!
And it wasn't just him. The Omniscient Weaver, the Fantasy Music Master, and the Infinite Abyss Master were all attacked!
The "Spider Web Barrier", "World Tree Barrier" and "Infernal Affairs" that the gods had built for thousands of years were all pierced through, and they themselves were subjected to devastating attacks. Although not fatal, they all fell into brief chaos without exception, resulting in gaps in their defense lines!
They looked at the invincible seven-winged figure on the battlefield, their eyes were bloodshot for a moment, but they could do nothing. Since the battle with Senluo, they had tried to overestimate his strength, but they didn't expect that they still underestimated it - now that they borrowed the Kingdom of Heaven from Heaven, they were very close to their heyday, but they were still easily defeated by him!
They had actually noticed Ash a long time ago. Besides not having the time to deal with him, the more important reason was that they thought he was not qualified to participate in this supreme battlefield concerning the fate of the world. But they did not expect that after a month, Ash would become even more unfathomable, surpassing the Six-Winged Lord and infinitely close to -
broken.
The voice of the Omniscient Weaver was instantly transmitted: "Be careful Ash!"
At the same time, Ouroboros noticed the confusion among the ants but did not take the opportunity to expand his victory. Instead, he locked all his eyes on the stars. He had already instinctively realized that this ant was the most powerful ant. While the four gods were unable to share the power, he wanted to annihilate the supreme ant in one fell swoop!
Fanxing flew across the sky with two swords in hand. Although she noticed the undisguised hatred and malice behind her, the attack from Ouroboros in front of her left her no time to be distracted.
Facing the offensive of the eight-winged creature and the seven-winged supreme being, she was not as at ease as she seemed and had to defend one of them with all her strength… the front or the back?
In a flash, the stars made their decision.
boom!
boom!
The magic sight and the sword light were so loud that Ouroboros' body shook slightly and he actually retreated a little. The four gods looked at the two figures standing in front of them, and their hearts, which were tense to the extreme, finally relaxed. Then they couldn't help but laugh at themselves - they actually fell to the point of staring at the backs of others.
"You look like you just crawled out of hell." Fanxing turned to the right, crossing his swords, and his star-blue tail swaying gently. "What price did you pay this time to master a power that does not belong to you?"
Next to the stars is Ash, who is leaning to the left. His hair is almost pure white, but it changes color over time and at different angles, like a colorful white.
He held two swords, and his young face showed extreme fatigue and vicissitudes, but his eyes were very bright and sharp, like the cold light that appears on steel after being hammered a thousand times.
"No," Ash said calmly, "I didn't pay anything extra."