The Holy Right of a Comic

Chapter 97 He is the light, He is everything!

What appeared behind Roy was a phantom-like figure of a man.

The man looked at the group of vampires who had been mysteriously revived, and at Leticia who gradually regained her sanity, and made a regretful voice:

"...What a pity, what a pity! What a pity."

"Such a beautiful body, such a grand and epic fate, I have already compiled the most beautiful poem for it, but I didn't expect that this poem would not have the chance to be used in the end."

The man sighed and regretted, and he stared at Leticia's beautiful and tall carcass in front of him with greedy eyes like looking at a treasure.

But Leticia could feel from this man that the way he looked at her was not the covetous way a man looks at a woman.

It is a kind of exclamation to treat it as an object, as if it is a rare treasure.

Such a look made Leticia feel even colder.

Those dead "827" vampires, the clansmen who were killed by the betrayers, all resurrected in a miraculous gesture in front of Leticia.

Leticia couldn't express her current emotions in words, it was gratitude, admiration, fanaticism, and devotion.

Although Roy said that she still had to pay the price for this, as long as the price was not from her own people or relatives, she was willing to do so.

The city of vampires, the castle in the sky is still broken, like pieces of ruins.

But as long as the vampire group is still there, these foreign objects will one day be able to return to their original appearance.

She could see that in the distant city, many resurrected vampires were at a loss.

But as if they were blessed to their hearts, they collectively knelt down to Roy's current position, praising the greatness of God in their mouths.

Such miracles, even the upper Shura gods and Buddhas, probably few gods can do it.

Leticia even suspected that in the entire Little Garden, perhaps only Roy possessed such incredible power.

Truly omniscient and omnipotent!

She was excited about the resurrection of her clan, so she wanted to go to the castle in the sky to find her sister and parents.

But the sudden appearance of the man made Leticia stop, and she could only stare at this inexplicable man with dissatisfied eyes.

"Who are you?"

Leticia asked with a serious expression.

Her despairing eyes, after the resurrection of her family and relatives, once again raised the flower of hope.

"I forgot to introduce myself, Leticia! My name is 'Fantasy'. You can also call me a storyteller. I'm a failed demon king. You don't have to worry about it."

The man who looked like an illusory shadow replied politely.

"Devil King? Your spiritual status has been broken, but you are still alive as the Demon King?"

Leticia looked at the man in front of him who claimed to be a storyteller.

Now she has completely controlled Cain's spiritual status, and her strength has reached four digits, between three and four.

Therefore, Leticia can see the current state of the storyteller in front of her at a glance.

Even Leticia could see that this demon king was very powerful when he was 'alive', but he was only on par with his current self, and definitely couldn't reach three digits.

After all, Hakoniwa's four-digit and three-digit numbers are a huge watershed.

Every three-digit number is a prestigious existence in Little Garden, in the history of mankind and mythology.

Even the Emperor of Heaven in the Vedic mythology is now only three digits, and there are only a dozen people with two digits.

"Yes, Leticia, as you can see, my spirit has collapsed, but because of a certain peculiarity, I exist as a concept of 'fantasy'."

"...That's why we can survive in our current form."

The storyteller continued to smile.

"It's just a coward who, being a demon king, escapes the responsibility of the demon king because of fear. Leticia, don't worry about him."

"...He chose to voluntarily destroy his spiritual body in a self-destructive way, and that's why he survived in this illusory form."

"The fate of the devil is inevitable, but he is afraid of his inevitable fate, so he chooses to escape."

"...This is a coward who is dismissive even in the eyes of the devil, so I won't even look at him."

With his back to the storyteller, Roy rubbed Leticia's golden hair with his hands and said with a smile.

"Oh, right, little vampire, the purpose of his coming here is to see that you are going to degenerate into a devil."

"...So he specially weaved a gift game for you that belongs to the devil. Presumably, if you were sensible at the time, if you met him, you would definitely accept his 'good intentions'."

"But as long as you accept his 'good intentions', you will be completely lost in the realm of the devil."

"...until another person comes and temporarily releases you from the devil's game..."

Roy can see all the tributaries of the future, and of course he can also see a certain fate line of Leticia.

It's just that Roy himself is greater than all fate.

I mean providence.

Therefore, after Roy determines and chooses a fate line, all other fates must serve him.

And the fate Roy chose was a fate that had never happened before.

Because no matter what kind of fate line, there is no option to resurrect the dead vampire, which is beyond the ability of Shura Hakoniwa.

Roy's will is absolute destiny!

According to Taoism, he is the 'Tao'!

"you……"

After hearing Roy's words, Leticia's face flashed a heavy murderous intent, and she had already moved to kill the storyteller.

Leticia understood that this storyteller came here just to destroy her last sanity and make her completely degenerate into a demon king.

"However, you can actually see my fate?"

Leticia was also a little surprised.

Because after Roy said that she would pay the price, even Leticia didn't know what the price was.

But the storyteller saw it.

The storyteller bowed slightly and said: "...This is the peculiarity of poets."

"...We wait for poets to inherit the history of heroes, sing praises to the history of mankind, and praise the history of mythology. Even if we sacrifice our own spirituality, we can write magnificent poems that affect reality!"

"Therefore, we poets have a special understanding of fate. Whenever a hero comes to the world and there is a turning point in fate, we will react."

"...We will spontaneously appear around there, sing the praises of heroes, write about crimes, and pass on all of this."

"And when I sensed that the fate of the vampires had changed, I came here and saw Leticia's incomparably bright light of fate."

"...And this light should come from the great existence beside you, making your destiny infinitely possible."

"What a stalwart and how mysterious this is. We poets need to give everything to write a grand movement. In front of the great existence beside you, it is like an essay."

The storyteller sighed, singing Roy in an aria tone:

"He is light, He is all, He is one, He is the creator of all psalms, He is Oneness!".

Chapter 98: The Sacred '7' and the Obituary'8'

At this moment, Leticia seemed to understand why the storyteller voluntarily gave up her spiritual status and appeared in this form.

"You are afraid of the end of the devil, and at the same time, you used this method to sing a certain poem?"

Leticia looked at the storyteller and said in a deep voice.

Leticia didn't know about the existence of poets before, but from the short words of the storyteller, she knew a certain ability possessed by poets.

That is to sacrifice all of oneself at the cost of one's own spirituality, so as to sing praises to a certain psalm written by one's own self.

And this psalm will affect reality and become real.

Normally, this is the romance of poets.

Because poets want to sing poems that can affect reality and destiny, they need to dedicate everything to themselves.

What a romantic thing!

But storytellers are different.

He betrayed the implacability of the devil, he betrayed the romance of the poet.

After singing the poems that influenced the world, he didn't die, but lingered on in a certain way.

Then he will wait until the fate poem he sang to arrive, so as to get revival, and even get what he wants.

To a certain extent, the storyteller is very powerful. He took advantage of a loophole in Hakoniwa's rules to complete this magnificent chapter.

But his behavior of looking for loopholes and using them is undoubtedly a thief.

"You are not Prometheus, you are just the purest thief!"

Leticia concluded so.

"Yes, Leticia."

The storyteller restrained the fanaticism on his face, he was still so polite, even a little crazy.

"This is my purpose. After singing the psalm, I can live on until a certain point in the future, when humans and gods' original candidates are born together, and I can completely perfect this psalm."

"...No one can stop me, I thought so. If someone wants to stop me, it must be a poet, and at the same time sing the psalms to cover the poems I made."

"I think so, always have thought so!"

"...Although there are many Shura gods and Buddhas in Little Garden, I didn't allow my poems to involve the upper level too much, but only the lower level. This will increase the success rate."

"Besides, the poems I sing are beneficial to the gods. Even if they know about it, they will not stop me, and even support me. This is the Ouroboros snake symbolized by '8'."

Having said this, the storyteller's expression suddenly became painful.

"It should be like this, it should be like this, the psalms I sing are not wrong, and the future I see is not changing."

"...But now everything has changed, the '8' that symbolizes ouroboros is so vulnerable in front of the sacred '7'."

"I tried my best, and I could only sing a poem with all I had, but the greatness around you, Leticia, wrote a grand movement with a single essay."

"...a psalm is only an extremely small part of the movement, and countless chapters can be combined into this grand movement that plays the whole world."

"This is no longer the firefly competing with the bright moon. Please forgive my lack of words. I don't know how to describe it anymore."

The storyteller seemed to suddenly become extremely tired, his body became more and more unreal, and the words he spoke began to pale and weak.

"I know that my fate has come to an end, because the great existence doesn't like me, and his will is the will of this Hakoniwa. Those Shura gods and Buddhas have been kept in the dark."

"...His will is everything, you know, Leticia!"

"I once spied an unknown existence from this small garden unintentionally. With just one glance, I felt that I was crazy, completely crazy."

"...That's why I chose this path that betrayed the poet's romance. I am simply a disgrace to the poet."

The storyteller's expression became extremely strange.

He was rational for a while, crazy for a while, and distorted for a while, as if his San value was being taken away by something terrible.

Roy knew what he saw.

Fu Xingzhi Chaos is in hell, and hell is also in Little Garden.

The storyteller probably somehow, one of his thoughts accidentally matched up with Nyarlathotep who was bound by Roy in hell.

Anyway, Nyarlathotep is also an 8=3 Outer God.

If Roy hadn't sealed it, Nyarlathotep would be enough to sweep the world of heaven.

Roy even suspected that after seeing Nyarlathotep's real body, the storyteller also spied a corner of Azathoth from Nyarlathotep's body.

It is normal for a demon king who is not even a three-digit figure to go completely mad after seeing such deepest fears.

For the current storyteller, death may be his most beautiful destination.

The current state of the storyteller made Leticia extremely cold. Even the princess of the vampire could feel the chill all over her body and goosebumps all over her body.

There is an unknown fear that seems to invade her heart.