Under the clear blue sky and white clouds, there is an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As far as the horizon can be seen, there are towering armies wearing armor and swords. Millions of magicians have shackles on their hands and collars around their necks.
, wearing a helmet of punishment with only the mouth exposed, they lined up to protect the supreme throne, like silent tombstones.
The evil dragons sit on high platforms made of bones, like flags. They do not have the majesty of dragon species, only the violent madness. They are armed to the teeth, and are burdened with destructive miraculous weapons.
, they are not only charging dead soldiers, but also shields protecting the throne, and sometimes they are also desperate chips.
On top of the palace built with human skulls, under the bright and warm sunshine, sat the exquisite and bloody supreme throne. Vichy sat on it, admiring all the things in the world she controlled.
This is the deepest desire of Vichy's soul.
Ash looked at everything in front of him and was not surprised that Vichy would create such a world. She is a devil who does not believe in human nature. If she can become the supreme magician, she will definitely use soul miracles to control the souls of all living beings and use killing to build buildings.
Raising a barrier of fear, turning all magicians in the world into her army, suppressing all those who oppose her.
She never thought about benefiting the world. She just wanted to gather thousands of powerful forces into one body and enslave all living beings to support herself. There are indeed such people in this world, who are born to be tyrants, demons and fanatics. Even she is afraid of the cruel ending, but
Will still pursue brutal pleasure.
A wolf like her who has been hungry for too long will never be able to fill her stomach.
But it happened that she became an operator, it happened that she helped him overcome so many lives and deaths, but... Asher sighed and thought about how to help Vichy summon the gods.
Check it out.
With the sound of the chain pulling, Ash was suddenly pulled over and knelt on the ground. He raised his head and found that he was in front of the throne. Wei Xi was holding the chain in his hand and was looking at him jokingly, and he was wearing a necklace around his neck.
collar.
Obviously, he was also in the longing deep in Vichy's soul, and their status was exactly opposite to reality. But Ash was not too surprised, he had expected this.
The cute pink feet stretched out from under the robe, and her toes gently lifted Ash's chin. Wei Xi held her cheek with her left hand and looked down at him like a pet: "Lick."
Forget it, letting her be smashed to death by hell might increase the average moral level of the magician world by a big margin.
Ash turned his head away angrily, thinking where was the opportunity for Vichy to summon the gods, but Vichy was not happy with it. She pulled the chain in her hand, and Ash was pulled into her arms like a girl, as if she was lying down.
The concubine in the arms of the tyrant. She looked cold and said in a cold voice: "I am now the supreme master of magic, but you still dare to disobey me? Do you still think you are my master?"
But the next second she chuckled again, with a trace of charm flowing on her brows, she stretched her hand along Ash's collar, she was more delicate and cute than ever like a ghost prophet: "Of course you are my master, even if
Now you are chained, but you are still my eternal master."
Is this guy so moody... Ash began to feel how much fear Vichy brought to the magicians of her era.
"Master, ah." Vichy tore off the grape skins and held the grapes in his mouth before sending them over. Ash originally wanted to avoid them, but the chain around his neck controlled his reaction, so he could only endure Vichy's blows.
pet.
Grape juice burst between her lips and dripped down the corner of her mouth. Vichy pulled up the chain, forcing Ash to raise his head, and then she licked along the water traces. When she saw the water dripping into the clothes, Vichy used
She unbuttoned her lips and kissed her sweet skin, as if she really was Ash's maid.
"You always don't like me getting close to you," Wei Xi leaned close to Ash's ear, blowing his breath tickling Ash's earlobes: "Because you are afraid that you will become my slave."
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"But you can't escape, because this is your fate." Wei Xi pulled the chain and let Ash be buried in her arms: "Peace or dignity?"
"Be your slave alive, or be your slave dead?" Ash still remembered the conversation when they first met.
"No." Vichy smiled and said, "Peace means you become my slave, dignity means I become your slave."
"I have reached the highest level of magic. I am no longer afraid of losing anything. No one can bully me anymore. We have unlimited time to adjust our relationship. If it is more interesting for you to be the master, I don't mind either."
Ash was a bit dumbfounded: "This is what you pursue when you become the supreme magician? But even if you are not the supreme magician, it doesn't seem to affect anything, right?"
"All the good things in the world will eventually disappear." Vichy shook his head: "My race, my country, my era, my past... When I opened my eyes in the dream of heaven, everything was forgotten by time.
.We were born alone and we will die alone.”
"Only when I sit on the Supreme Throne can my life have meaning, my love can be eternal, and I can live without any scruples, without experiencing any heart-breaking pain."
Ash looked at Vichy blankly. He had thought about many reasons for Vichy's pursuit of power, world domination, immortality, and reaching the limits of magic... But he didn't expect that Vichy's reasons were so simple and childish that it made people think.
laugh.
She is afraid of death.
Not only was she afraid of her own death, she was also afraid of the death of the things she cared about.
So everything must give way to power, because she is so rational that she is almost a monster. She knows that as long as she does not become the supreme one day, no matter what she cares about or likes, it will disappear. Anyway, she will die, so it is better to become her bargaining chip, regardless of friendship, love,
Family affection, self-esteem or morality, as long as it can be exchanged for strength, she will sacrifice it on the altar without hesitation.
Only when her pursuit of power comes to an end, and only when she ascends the supreme throne, can she survive. She may understand the beauty of fireworks, but she can no longer satisfy the beauty of a moment. She would rather miss all the joy than feel the loss.
Grief.
Underneath the ghost of cruelty and selfishness lies a prophet who knows the world well.
"...Why me?" Ashus asked the last question.
"Because you were my master, because you spoke rudely to me, because you saved me, because you didn't give up on me..." Vichy stroked the chain: "There are many, many reasons, but the most important thing is never the reason, but the reason.
That’s how I feel.”
"You are the first person I hope not to die after I was reborn," she raised her eyebrows and her eyes brightened.
Ash blinked, not very convinced, wondering if Vichy could control the subconscious deep in his soul? Vichy was not angry when he saw his reaction, and said: "You didn't want to fall in love with me before, didn't you?
Because I refuse to give my heart to you?"
"It's not just..."
"Then now I will give you my heart, and you must give me yours."
Ash was stunned, how could he give it? He saw Vichy reaching out and thought he was going to have his heart ripped out, but Vichy's fingers just lightly scratched his chest, and his hand was grabbed by Vichy and slid along the ravine.
to her heart.
No, I'm here to help you summon the gods, not here... However, when the chain pulled his collar, Ash couldn't resist at all. He could only lie in Vichy's arms on the throne like a concubine who pleases the tyrant.
