From the beginning, everyone who knew the inside story would wonder about one thing -

Why do the Four Pillars participate in the angel hunt?

The Lords of Gods wanted to ascend to the highest position, but the Four Pillars Gods had no intention of coveting the Supreme Holy Grail, and they did not even send substitutes like demons to fight for it. However, the Four Pillars Gods had made plans earlier than almost any other Lord of Gods, and even the Four Pillars Gods of the Stars were serving this matter. Hiss had even started to infiltrate the Kingdom of Stars eight years ago. If it were not for the accident of Ash, the Four Pillars Gods would have had almost unlimited advantages in the Stars. It can be said that this angel hunting was a thousand-year conspiracy of the Four Pillars Gods and the Six Lords to deal with the Source Angels.

What do they want to do? What do they want to achieve?

Now, everyone finally sees the answer.

"Rose...?" Ash stared at the girl next to him. Rose used to wear business suits, simple and capable, resolute and vigorous, with a kind of strong beauty. But now she is extremely gorgeous, with pure white lace gloves and lace garters, a short front and long back dress, a luxurious and bright firework headdress, and small sequins next to her eyes. She is as pure as a singer preparing to perform on stage, and as evil as a lover under ambiguous lights.

The only things that seemed familiar to Ash were the ribbon bow on her head and her expressionless gaze.

"I am the Princess of the Gorgeous Firefly, in charge of thoughts, memories and will." Her slender fingers slid down to Ash's chest, and her pretty face, which was as delicate as a baby's, gently rubbed Ash's face. This action seemed to relax her and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"But you can call me whatever you like, Touch. You have the right to define my image. Since you say so, I am Rose, the Princess of Firefly Brilliance."

"Sense of touch?" Ash murmured, "Am I also your sense of touch?"

"You are my first sense organ that I use to perceive the world. Of course, you are my sense of touch." Rose looked at the Sea of ​​Knowledge, the Continent of Time, the Stairway of Dreams, Hell and Heaven. The virtual creatures that were swept by her eyes lowered their humble heads, the golden fish was tumbling, the white bull started walking again, the gods of Hell were silent, and the gods of Heaven had inexplicably complicated eyes.

She looked at the stars standing on the top of Ruby Mountain again, and for some reason she felt a little uneasy. She hugged Ash tightly from behind, looked sideways at Ash, and asked softly, "Is this our world?"

At this time, Ash also completely understood that she was not the source angel Rose, but the fifth pillar god Rose. The source angel was dead, and the fifth pillar god was born, a newborn baby, an ignorant great existence.

No wonder the Four Pillar Gods wanted to kill the Source Angel, no wonder the Source Angel was hostile to the Four Pillar Gods, so that’s it, so that’s it!

Ash recalled the message he had seen in the illusion when the Four Pillars completely transformed him into a sense of touch:

"Once upon a time, there were eight."

"The first one died, his body lying in a pool of blood."

"Then, the second one died, and its body lay on top of the first one. It didn't bleed, but a small white soul emerged from the wound below the body, and the white soul lifted up the second body."

"The third one died, and its soul was eaten by the fifth one, but its body escaped."

"The fourth died, and his body became a mountain, but his soul fled."

"The fifth one that ate the third soul sat on the mountain and slept. The sixth one tried to attack it, but it killed him. Its body was split into six pieces, but its soul escaped."

"The sixth's body was held up by the fifth."

"The seventh also died, and his body became eight, but one of the bodies escaped."

"The eighth one is missing."

"Now, it's time to kill the fifth one."

The source angel is the fifth one! The bodies and souls that escaped became the Four Pillar Gods, while the bodies that stayed behind became the Void Realm!

No wonder the Four Pillar Gods said that they were the masters of the virtual world. In fact, they were understating the matter. They were the virtual world itself!

Limited by intelligence and vision, Ash had not previously connected the Source Angel with the Seventh Level of the Void Realm, but according to the information from the Four Pillar Gods, since the Source Angel was dead, it meant that the Seventh Level of the Void Realm would also be born! This could also explain why all the Lord Gods wanted to murder the Source Angel, not only because of the Void Wings and the realm, but also because without the Seventh Level of the Void Realm, they would never be able to climb to the true highest level even after tens of millions of years!

The virtual world is actually a world made up of piles of corpses!

Although we don't know what those eight were, it is precisely because of their death that we have the current seven-level virtual realm, five pillar gods and magician civilization!

Ash also noticed a secret that even the Lord God may not know: when the first and second died, no body and soul escaped, so they did not become pillar gods. However, the golden fish in the Sea of ​​Knowledge and the white bull in the Continent of Time are almost impossible to find such creatures in other places. It is very likely that the golden fish and the white bull were the ones who almost became pillar gods.

If the magicians just want to seize power and the conflict with the source angels is just a conflict of interests, then the Four Pillars and the source angels are almost irreconcilable. Because the source angels are not dead, the Four Pillars cannot welcome new companions!

No matter what realm a magician reaches, it is still very different from them. Even the source angels are just their predecessors, just like a butterfly would not consider a caterpillar to be its own kind.

Only the gorgeous firefly princess is the new member they have been waiting for millions of years!

As for why the Source Angel is hostile to the Four Pillars, in addition to the Four Pillars' malice, it may also be because it feels that the Four Pillars are a kind of "blasphemy". If it also has the concept of compatriots, then the Four Pillars born from the corpses of compatriots may be something like maggots in its eyes.

Ash remembered that the Source Angel Rose said that she had four dolls for stepping on.

Therefore, the Source Angel is bound to die, because the magician wants the seventh level of the Void Realm to be born, and the Four Pillar Gods want new members to be born. Only this Source Angel, who has been guarding the top of Ruby Mountain for countless years and writing half of the Magician Manual for every magician who reaches the top of the mountain through the Road of Origin, has no name, no past, and no future. He has not been needed by anyone from the beginning.

She was imprisoned in the star cage for so long, without even one person saving her, and she never expected anyone to save her. She didn't care about her life or death at all, just went with the flow, leaving everything to fate. She lived longer than Vichy, but she didn't even learn to resent.

What was she thinking when she drove Ash and the others to break her own silver wings, gold wings, and rainbow wings? What was she enduring when the Canaan was forcibly extracted from the Holy Grail? Did she expect anything when she tried to grab Ash's fingers?

Meeting each other now is so beautiful only because the regrets are so deep.

"Can you call me Ash?" Ash said in a hoarse voice, "I don't like the name Touch."

"No." Rose shook her head unexpectedly: "You are my touch, you are not allowed to become someone else's Ash."

"You must protect me well, and I will protect you well."

Ash stared at her blankly, then pursed his lips, his expression looking like he was both laughing and crying, feeling aggrieved as if the Fifth Pillar God had also snatched his girl away. He rubbed Rose's face with the back of his hand, touched his forehead to hers, and whispered, "It would have been nice if you had said this earlier."

Rose tilted her head, her black hair flowing like water, and a hint of confusion appeared on her face, as if asking her if it was not early enough for her to say this. She had said less than ten sentences to him. What a strange feeling.

"Although I don't mind you being intimate with other women." Weisser said, "That's based on the premise that I can also participate... If there is no other backup, the source crystals you left for me will be used up!"

Fanxing's Star Sword Miracle was not a one-shot deal. Even if Weisser successfully blocked it, the Star Sword immediately transformed into countless star marks wrapped around a silver barrier, changing the surrounding environment into a starry sky, combining attack and battlefield creation. As time passed, the offensive became even more fierce. Weisser's Silver Lamp Field could block the first inverted galaxy, but now it was shaking under the glow of thousands of stars!

Ash nodded and said to Rose, "The Stars destroyed the Star World, stole the Supreme Holy Grail, and destroyed our last memory. Do you have any way to help us?"

"Memories will never be destroyed. Yearning is the most beautiful firefly in the world, dyeing everything we have with our own color." Rose reached out from behind and covered the back of Ash's hand, her fingers clasping his fingers, looking like she was going to help him. "What doesn't belong to you will still slip away no matter how tightly you hold your fingers together. What belongs to you will remain yours no matter how you fail."

Her singing voice sounds so far away, yet it can touch the heartstrings of fate:

"As I wish, the fireflies are gorgeous."

Rose grabbed Ash's hand and pulled, and the whole world was pulled into threads by them!

The sky, the earth, Igula, and the empty nothingness were all pulled out by Ash and the Fifth Pillar God as threads of memory. No matter how far away they were, no matter whether they no longer existed, they had to give up their hidden traces at this moment, because thoughts could penetrate all time and space, and even fate had to give way.

These thin threads, which seem to be broken at the touch of a finger, are showing the cities they have visited, the people they have met, the delicious food they have eaten, and the activities they have participated in. On the cable car, in the alleys, in the gift shops, there are still many memories that have disturbed the blue sea in late autumn and hurt the white city in early winter, rushing to their battlefield like thousands of troops.

The demon maid turned her head and saw that the place where Niya disappeared was also pulled out by strands of silk. She stared at the top of the mountain where the silk threads gathered. She knew that the other party was a god who could destroy the world, and Ash was just a magician with potential, but she still couldn't help but expect a miracle.

"Who is more pathetic, the one who chases the phantom, or the phantom that chases the person?" Vichy murmured, "I look forward to your answer, Master."