"but why?"
Ash didn't ask Fanxing, but the dramatic poet: "Why were you threatened by Fanxing and took the initiative to step into the cage to be tortured? Aren't you the eighth one?"
It is only natural that Fanxing would use all means to threaten the drama poet with thousands of lives. She is a monster covered in starlight. The question is, why would the drama poet take the bait
"I don't think I ever said I was the eighth, right?"
Ash and Fanxing were both surprised. In their opinion, the mysterious Drama Poet was definitely a special being that was above all other living beings, of the same rank as the Source Angel, and even more terrifying than the Source Angel. The Source Angel would fall into traps and get hurt, and would always stay in Ruby Mountain. She was just the strongest magician in theory, who mastered all the magic in the world, but at least she was understandably powerful. Not only could the Drama Poet roam around the world, but although he would not hurt anyone, he would not be hurt by anyone either, making him an "unselectable" target.
Don't even think about hurting him or catching him. As long as he wants, you won't even notice him even if he stands in front of you!
Could such an extraordinary existence be anyone else except the predecessors of the Five Pillar Gods, the source of the virtual world, and the "eight" of the first creation lives
"Actually, I'm quite embarrassed. You guys calling me the eighth is like a father calling his grandson grandfather."
Although he said so, the dramatic poet did not look embarrassed at all: "In fact, your previous guess that the eighth one is the World Devouring Serpent is not wrong, because the eighth one who remains until the end is the final winner of this war. It will get what it wants and devour everyone's corpses, and be responsible for restoring the world to its original state... or shaping the world into what it wants according to its own wishes."
Ash's heart moved: "War?"
"Haven't you heard of the oracle of the Four Pillars?" The poet said with a smile, "In fact, I don't know much. I only know that a long, long time ago, so long ago that the world had not yet been divided into layers, all physical laws had not been modified, and all magic concepts had not yet been born. Everything in the world operated according to established laws. It was ordinary and common, without any miracles. It was a..."
"A boring, tedious universe."
"Then one day, the "first" died, and its body lay in a pool of blood. The pool of blood formed an ocean, and white mist rose from the ocean. No one knew why it died, but it was definitely killed. Fortunately, they will become pillars after death. When the "first" becomes a pillar, we will know who did it. "
"But the next day, the 'first' that was about to be turned into a pillar was killed again. This time it couldn't even be a pillar, and could only turn into a fish, wandering in the white mist all day, looking forward to the day when its soul and body would be resurrected."
"Everyone became suspicious. They knew there was a murderer among them, but they didn't know who it was. At this time, the second one said that it didn't want to stay with the murderer and went to stay far away alone."
"Then the 'second' one died, and its body lay on top of the first one, as if to be carried. Its blood was drained, but a small white soul emerged from the wound below the body, as if preparing to form a pillar."
"Everyone waited beside the "second one" and waited for it to form a pillar. But at this moment, they suddenly quarreled and accused each other of being the murderer. In the chaos, the soul of the "second one" died again. It could not turn into a pillar, but could only turn into a small cow, stepping on the fish to support the body of the "second one."
"In the chaos of the battle, the bravest "third" died, and its soul was eaten by the "fifth". The corpse successfully escaped and later became a tyrant;"
"The wisest 'fourth' also died, his body turned into ruby mountains, and his soul turned into a treacherous prime minister;"
"The fifth one sat on Ruby Mountain to rest. The sixth one thought the fifth one was the murderer, so he attacked him but was killed instead. His body was split into six pieces and held up by the fifth one, but his soul escaped and turned into a loving father.
"The 'seventh' who tried to escape was eventually killed by the 'fifth', and his body was divided into eight parts, but one of them escaped and became the Prince of Pleasure."
"The 'eighth' disappeared long ago."
"Well, please listen to the question."
The dramatic poet clasped his hands together and said, "Who killed the first and the second?"
"The eighth!"
Ash and Fanxing said it almost in unison.
Although the fifth one who won in the end was also very suspicious, the eighth one who did not show up from the beginning and silently watched everyone killing each other was definitely the mastermind behind everything!
"That's the correct answer," the dramatic poet said with a smile. "So, who is the eighth one?"
Yes, who is the eighth one
It has never appeared before, and even the "fifth" source angel could not find its trace, but it was the last one to survive. Everyone else died, but it was the only one who survived. However, it can also be regarded as the snake that devours the world, and this is the answer we can guess...
In a flash, Ash cleared the fog of memory and found several sealed memories:
"We are also the touch of the Four Pillars..."
"We are the touch of the virtual world."
"When the Four Pillars of Deity die, we, the senses of touch, will become the new Four Pillars of Deity."
For a long time, Ash has had a doubt in his mind, that is, the Four Pillars Gods often brainwash and dominate the magicians, but in terms of specific responsibilities and obligations, the Four Pillars Gods and the magicians are often equal.
The Four Pillars can sense the outside world through the magician, and the magician can also sense the reality with the help of the organs of the Four Pillars. Although the life spans of both parties are very different, the Four Pillars have never used violence to force the magician, but always seduced the magician to fall, just like the gangster students who always drag you out to play during school.
Ash turned his head to look at Fanxing and found that Fanxing was frowning slightly. His aura was sharp and noble, like a beam of moonlight shining through the forest, or like a radiance connecting heaven and earth.
Noticing Ash's look, Fanxing asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Ash said, "I just suddenly realized that we are indeed equal to the Four Pillars... We are also the pillars that silently support the world."
Fanxing understood immediately, "We are the eighth..."
"Corpse, successor, heir, whatever word you like." The drama poet took out a bottle of beer from somewhere and drank it down his throat. It seemed that he was really hot: "The eighth one completely disintegrated himself into the weakest particles and merged into the universe. Then magic spirits and magicians appeared in this world."
"The eighth one is all magicians. It is precisely because every magician has the eighth fragment that you can absorb the nutrients of the Void Realm without restraint - because devouring the corpses of the Void Realm is your mission!"
Fanxing asked, "Why do you know so much about magicians? Why are you willing to run around for the six-winged trials of the gods? Why do you value the lives of magicians so much? Why do you even build multiple facilities in the virtual world to help new magicians?"
"Because I am the magician," the dramatic poet replied.
Ash and Fanxing were confused for a moment. After all, everyone here was a magician, and they didn't remember that a magician was a branch that tested their moral standards... But they soon understood what the dramatic poet meant.
"Are you... a magician concept?" Fanxing asked seriously, "Or a magician spirit?"
"It's just the concept of a magician. The real magician god, the World Devouring Serpent, can bear this title." The drama poet shrugged, "So it's useless for you to hurt me. I'm just the audience under your stage, the listener when you sing, the light reflected in your eyes... Unless you eliminate the concept of magician, there is no point in attacking me."
"No wonder you care so much about the magician..."
"It's not entirely because of the sense of responsibility brought by the concept. I also like to help magicians." The dramatic poet smiled and said, "I still remember the first time you came to the lighthouse I set up in the Sea of Knowledge, you tore down the roof, picked up the telescope and looked up, and found the secret poison of the golden fish..."
"A normal magician would use it this way." Fanxing said calmly, "Putting the lighthouse there is way over the top."
“So I also evacuated the lighthouse later,” the dramatic poet sighed, “At that time, you seemed to be only six years old, so small, and so many years passed in the blink of an eye—”
Clang! A beam of starlight passed through the poet's head, blowing up the beer in his hand. The poet immediately changed the subject, not wanting to be shameless: "The eighth one died a long time ago. You are its corpse, and I am your derivative... In other words, you are actually mine..."
"Don't say that word!" Ash interrupted immediately: "I don't want to be called dad by someone who is so much older than me!"
Fanxing suddenly glanced at him inexplicably. Ash was stunned for a moment, then realized something and blushed as if blood was about to drip out. He thought to himself that he must add dozens of soundproof barriers to the Heavenly Palace when he returned.
"Well... since you all know everything, I'll leave now. I'll contact you later if you have anything-"
"You haven't told me how to solve the World Devouring Snake yet!" Ash reached out and grabbed him back: "Even if you don't know, you have to discuss a specific direction with us-"
"I know."
"I told you you didn't know, but you did?"
"Yes." The poet was still smiling, as if talking about tonight's dinner: "I know the way to solve the problem of the snake that devours the world once and for all."
PS: Sorry, I have been too busy and excited about traveling these days, so I have not updated for a few days in total. I am writing for recovery today, and will update normally in the future. I will increase the amount of updates as much as possible and try to finish the book this month. Go!