Wei Xi thought that the seven wings were the pinnacle of power and aesthetics, using the supreme light to guide the silver of knowledge, the gold of time, the color of dreams, the difference of gems, the darkness of hell, and the light of the secret realm. All kinds of magic power are like rivers flowing into the sea, like a king ruling his subjects, like the sky ruling the pole, natural and perfect. So much so that she currently has two greedy wishes for Ash, one of which is to dismantle Ash's supreme virtual wings and install them on herself, so as to reach the supreme peak of magic.
Until she saw Eight Wings.
What good follows, evil also admires.
Light longs, and darkness hopes.
It is an existence that transcends everything, and it is the color that God gives to all things.
You can see everything from the eight wings, as if they carry the truth of the world. Although they are eight independent virtual wings, Vichy can see a vague circle. Death, entropy, time and space, these insignificant forces are all included in the circle. If the seven wings are the supreme control of all things, then the eight wings are the gathering of great power in one body. All is one, and one is all.
Because the Eight Wings were so dazzling, Vichy couldn't even see her face clearly and could only vaguely see her familiar outline.
In front of her was a tree, but a closer look revealed that it was actually a golden river. The river had countless branches, and the branches continued to branch out into new branches. At first glance, it looked like a lush golden tree.
There was a spot of light at the top of each branch of the golden tree. She reached out and touched the light spot, and it disappeared. Her eight wings seemed to flicker.
When she turned off all the light spots on this branch, this tributary of the golden river dried up, and her eight wings seemed to become brighter.
One point of light, two points of light... one branch, two branches... Her speed was getting faster and faster. Soon, more than half of the branches of the golden tree had withered, but the river in the trunk was becoming more and more turbulent, just as her eight wings were becoming more and more perfect.
All tributaries will flow into the mainstream, all spells will become one, the world will come to an end, but destruction will create eternity.
This time, she stretched out her fingers to touch the brightest point of light on the tree. The moment she touched it, Vichy felt a hand piercing her chest, her virtual wings instantly broke, her knowledge melted and disintegrated, her consciousness fell into loneliness, her whole body was like a lamp extinguished, all the shining flowed into the great eight wings, becoming the only eternal -
... ...
...
"ah!"
Wei Xi suddenly woke up, the absolute fear far beyond death pierced through her spine, shaking her soul, and the boundless cold eroded her body temperature. But the next second she was immediately held in a warm embrace, and a gentle voice came to her ears: "It's okay, it's safe here, you are fine, I'm with you."
It was very strange that the first three sentences failed to soothe the unreasonable fear in Vichy's heart, but after hearing the last sentence, her trembling body slowly calmed down. Her fingers gently pinched the other's clothes, hooked them like hooks, and she let out a soft snort. She curled up like a kitten and rubbed her broad chest gently, as if greedy for the other's body temperature.
It was not until she heard a smug and teasing chuckle that Vichy reacted and tried to push him away, but Ash had already held her tightly and would not let go, as firm as a Beast Hunter who had finally kidnapped a wild cat, and she had no room to exert any force.
After trying several times and finding that she couldn't break free from the fat guy's arms, Vichy simply pretended to be dead, buried herself in his arms, and lay quietly on the bed.
Ash suddenly said, "When I read "Ghost Manual", my biggest feeling was that Ghost Prophet chose the most difficult, loneliest, and most powerful path. If it were other people, even if they could be reborn for a second time, they would never 'kill them all' like Ghost Prophet. Instead, they would use their information advantage to befriend geniuses who have not yet risen, build forces, and improve their strength step by step while enjoying life... In fact, I saw several fan fictions such as "Ghost Manual: Three Weeks" and "Ghost Manual and the Way of Reason" in Blood Moon. Without exception, the creators despised Ghost Prophet's style, believing that Ghost Prophet played a situation where he was the enemy of all living beings despite such a big advantage of being reborn for a second time. It was completely because Ghost Prophet didn't know how to play, and anyone else could do better."
As Vichy listened, he forgot about his embarrassing behavior just now and snorted subconsciously: "You still think they have information advantage... Idiots who don't even know the most basic concept of the prophecy faction, "unstable future", I lose if I pay any attention to them."
Contrary to what most people understand, fortune tellers cannot foresee the definite future. They may even make completely opposite predictions about the same event twice. It is not that fortune tellers will cause the butterfly effect to change the future, but that the future itself is unstable.
From the microscopic magical reactions to the national historical trends, everything is made up of a series of random events. Perhaps a thought from a legendary magician can change the fate of an entire country. The so-called historical trends are simply meaningless to magicians. Even legends can crush the wheel of history, not to mention the gods in heaven.
The prophecy faction is rarely used for accurate predictions. In most cases, it is used for reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. Vichy is more inclined to counter-reconnaissance. The idea of taking advantage of information after rebirth is impossible to achieve, because after the second round, even if Vichy does nothing, the future will change. She only has a very short window of opportunity and information advantage.
"Although I don't think you're right, the path you've chosen is indeed the most in line with your ambitions." Ash said, "Plundering all living things not only allows you to grow at the fastest speed, but also allows you to cut off all unnecessary ties. In fact, you no longer need to maintain the mask of the Ghost Prophet in the later stages, and you could have joined other forces to exploit the world, but you still forced yourself to always be in danger in an almost self-abuse manner, never slacking off for a moment, never falling for a second, tempering yourself into a heart of stone, ruthless and abandoning your nature... You deliberately live as a lonely person. You think everything in the world may betray you, so you won't rely on anything external. Even before I met you, I thought you were a villain who was full of evil but full of charm. On the contrary, after I met you, you slightly weakened my impression of you."
"… Humph." Wei Xi curled her lips, her mouth corners slightly upturned, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, revealing a hint of pride, as if her tail was about to rise. Although she would not defend herself, she would not hate it if others could understand her.
"But the Ghost Prophet shouldn't wake up because of a nightmare, right? He won't need someone to hug him to calm down, right?" Ash looked at Vichy with a smile on his face, and said in a serious tone, "So you are definitely not the Ghost Prophet I know. Tell me who you are!"
Waiting for me here!
Seeing Vichy's face flushed and her shoulders trembling with anger, Ash felt as refreshed as if he had taken a big bite of ice cream in the summer. His relationship with Vichy was different from that with others, but if you really want to know, Ash actually formed a unique relationship with everyone. With the witch, he was like a father and daughter, brother and sister, with the silver lantern, he was like an old couple, and with the sword lady, he was inseparable. Only when he was with Vichy, he would become particularly mean and want to bully her.
Just like a rebellious wild cat, reluctant but forced to stroke itself, it's really... so interesting!
"I am… "
Because Vichy's words were so vague, Ash didn't hear clearly, "What?"
"I am your devil maid who loves you very much..." Weishi raised her head, her eyebrows flowing with charm, her face blushing to her ears, she bit her lips lightly and said in a very soft and low voice: "... Let me go, okay?"
Ash blinked, and was completely stunned. He subconsciously loosened his hand, and then Vichy decisively kicked him away, quickly sat on the bed, and stuck out his tongue and said slightly: "You were fooled!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"What else? I'm a ghost prophet. It's easy for me to catch a fat guy like you who crawled out of a trash can." Wei Xi walked to the window and took a look at the blue sky outside: "When did you wake up?"
"Half an hour ago."
"Then why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because you look so cute when you sleep, I was fascinated by you without realizing it." Ash scratched his head: "And you look very tired, so I don't want to wake you up... How long have I been unconscious?"
After fusing the Four Demonic Wings and fighting the Serpent of the End, although Ash did not appear to be injured on the surface, all his potential had been drained away inside. He fainted right after reuniting with Sonia and the others due to the overload on his soul and body.
"Three days." Weishi said, "I'm not tired. The Six-Winged Lord can't be tired in his own kingdom of heaven. It's just... Oh, I'm the only one here because we just raised the kingdom of heaven. Just building the world has exhausted us. It's impossible for everyone to take care of you together, so everyone takes turns to take care of you and take a break from work... I'll notify them to come back now."
"I'm not so arrogant as to ask you, a bunch of gods, to take care of me all the time." Ash spread his hands: "But, are we going to notify them so soon?"
"Ah? What else?"
"I thought you would want to be alone with me for a while..." Ash stretched and tilted his head to look at Vichy: "Could it be that you haven't recovered all your memories yet? I tell you, you were actually very obsessed with me before-"
Before he could finish, Weishi hit him in the face with a pillow: "Even the witch Silver Lantern couldn't take advantage of the opportunity to tamper with your memory, and you want to tamper with mine? From the moment you left hell, our memories were all restored!"
"Really restore everything? Will there be—"
"Do you underestimate me? I am a ghost prophet, how can I not be aware of omissions in my memory?"
"Do you remember the wedding night?"
"certainly-"
When she thought of what happened that night, Vichy immediately shut up, feeling itchy as if ants were crawling on her body. However, when she saw that Ash turned his head away with a shy look on his face, Vichy was simply angry and amused. She climbed onto the bed and hit him with a pillow: "If you are shy, don't mention it! You don't have the right to be shy. You slept with us, and you still dare to pretend to be innocent now?"
"When I think back on it, I realize that I did something really remarkable, so..."
"You should have been aware of this at that time!"
During the fight, Vichy was on top of Ash. Ash grabbed her hands and they looked at each other for a moment. Ash slowly approached her. Vichy subconsciously held her breath, her heart pounding. She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have not taken a shower in the past few days.
"What nightmare did you just have?" he asked.