The sacred right side of a certain comic

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

The man looked at the group of mysteriously resurrected vampires, and at Leticia who was gradually regaining her sanity, and made a voice of regret:

"……What a pity, what a pity! what a shame"

"With such a beautiful body and such a grand and epic destiny, I had compiled the most beautiful poem for it, but I didn’t expect that this poem would not be used in the end."

The man sighed and regretted. He stared at Leticia's beautiful and tall body in front of him with greedy eyes like looking at treasures.

But Leticia could feel it from the man's body. The way he looked at her was not It's not the kind of coveting that men look at women.

It's the sigh of treating them as objects, as if they are some rare treasures.

Such a look makes Leticia feel even more chilled.

Those dead vampires were betrayed. The tribesmen killed by the attacker were all resurrected in a miraculous manner in front of Leticia.

Leticia could not express her current emotions in words. They were gratitude, worship, fanaticism, and devotion..

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

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

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

She can see that in the distant city, many resurrected vampires are at a loss.

But they seem to be blessed with souls, and collectively go to Roy He knelt down at his current position and praised the greatness of God.

It is estimated that few gods, even the upper-level Shura gods and Buddhas, can perform such miracles.

Even Leticia suspected that in the entire small garden, perhaps only Shura Yi Cai possesses such incredible power. She is truly omniscient and omnipotent!

She was excited about the resurrection of her people and wanted to go to the castle in the sky to find her sister and parents.

But this man who suddenly appeared made Leti confused. Sia stopped and could only look at this inexplicable person with dissatisfied eyes.

"Who are you? Leticia asked with a heavy look.

Her desperate eyes, after the resurrection of her tribe and relatives, the flower of hope rose again.

"Forgot to introduce myself, Miss Leticia! My name is 'Fantasy', you can also call me the storyteller. I am a failed demon king, so you don't have to worry about it."

The man who was like an illusory shadow replied politely.

"Demon King? Your spirit has been shattered, but as the Demon King, you are still alive?"

Leticia examined the man in front of her who claimed to be the storyteller.

Now she has completely controlled Cain's spiritual power, and its 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.

Leticia can even see that this demon king was very powerful when he was 'alive', but it is only on par with him now, and definitely not as powerful as him. Three-digit numbers.

After all, there is a huge watershed between the four-digit numbers and the three-digit numbers of the Little Garden.

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

Even the Vedas in the past The mythical Emperor of Heaven is now only a three-digit number, and there are only a dozen people in the two-digit number.

"Yes, Miss Leticia, as you can see, my spirituality has collapsed, but due to some special characteristics, I exist as a concept of 'fantasy'"

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

The storyteller continued to smile.

"He is just a coward who is a Demon King but avoids his responsibilities as a Demon King because of fear. Leticia, you don’t need to pay attention to him."

"……He chose to voluntarily destroy his spiritual grid through self-commitment, and thus 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 that even the Demon King would look down upon, so I wouldn't even look at him."

Roy turned his back to the storyteller. He rubbed Leticia's golden hair with his hand and said with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, little vampire, the purpose of his coming here is that he has already seen that you are going to degenerate into a demon king."

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

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

"……Until another person comes and temporarily frees 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 God's will.

Therefore, after Roy determined and chose After one fate line, other fates must serve it.

And the fate Roy chose is an unprecedented fate.

Because no matter what the fate line is, there is no option to resurrect the dead vampire. This is an ability that surpasses the God and Buddha of Hakoden Shura himself.

Roy's will is absolute destiny!

According to Taoism, he is the 'Tao'’！

"you……"

After hearing Roy's words, a heavy murderous intent flashed across Leticia's face, and she was already murdering the storyteller.

Leticia understood that this storyteller was trying to destroy her last sanity and completely degenerate her into a demon king, and she would never be able to recover from it.

"However, you can actually see my fate?"

Leticia was also a little surprised.

Because after Roy said she had to pay a price, even Leticia didn't know what the price was.

But the storyteller could see it. The storyteller bowed slightly and said :"……This is the peculiarity of poets, right?"

"……We poets inherit the history of heroes, praise the history of mankind, and praise the history of myths. Even at the expense of 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 turn of fate, we will react."

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

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

"……And this light should come from the great being beside you, giving your destiny unlimited possibilities."

"How majestic and mysterious this is, the great movement that we poets have to sacrifice everything to write, is like an essay in front of the great existence around you."

The storyteller sighed, singing the praises of Roy in an aria-like tone:

"He is light, He is everything, He is the only one, He is the author of all psalms, He is Yiru!"