"Hey, I've said this before, and it's not convincing at all."
Olga Marie said unceremoniously that if she had not sensed something was wrong before and used phantom magic to fabricate a "Gray", then there is no doubt that Gray would have been severely injured in the counterattack just now, and she might even have died.
.
"There's nothing I can do..."
Gale grinned and said aggrievedly.
"Who asked you to seal me? If this space hadn't weakened the power of the seal, I wouldn't have been able to even notify you."
"If you can explain all this clearly, we won't seal you away."
"But what I have inside is just a fragment of my soul. Having intelligence is already pretty good."
"So it's all our fault?"
Olga Marie snorted softly and crossed her arms.
"Of course...it's not."
As if he suddenly felt something, Gale suddenly changed his words, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, smiling coquettishly.
"But there is nothing we can do about it. After all, if you have to fight against a guy like that, no one is sure of winning. It is always best to leave a way out, and in many things it is best never to let more people go.
People know that the more you know, the more trouble you will have.”
"You mean the existence of the Mad Fire?"
Kirshtalia pointed at the burning human figure sitting on the throne not far away.
"Who else but Him."
Having said this, Gale let out a long sigh.
"That was the initial fire that absorbed many distracting thoughts. All the descendants left behind by the original Holy King, except Her Royal Highness Princess Akasha, were sacrificed. He could only be temporarily trapped here and trapped there.
On the throne. But since you are here, it proves that Princess Akasha has also fallen."
There was a long silence.
"Alas - this is fate. Her Royal Highness Princess Akasha also knows it, but that fate is too fucked up and there is no room for freedom at all."
"But sometimes I'm quite grateful to that damn guy. Because of your arrival, this world still has a future."
"What does our arrival have to do with destiny?"
Olga Marie frowned slightly. As a magician, what she hated most was those so-called predetermined fates.
"All this has been recorded in Chi Zhi Shi."
Gale took the book he had possessed before and murmured something softly. He saw invisible ripples spreading on the surface of the book. Its original appearance was gone, replaced by a plain-colored book.
Ancient books.
The material of the cover is some kind of leather that I have never seen before. It feels a little rough, but it also has a little warmth, as if it is alive. There are golden veins on it that are constantly moving around, forming the shape of the text.
shape.
Although they did not recognize these words, the meanings of these words emerged in their hearts inexplicably.
"Poetry of Red..."
Gray subconsciously said the name of this book.
"Yes, this is the original book of Red Poetry. It is even more ancient than the First Fire and records the origin and end of the world."
The pages of the book turned with a roar, and finally stopped at the last page, where a line of text shone like molten gold.
[The last outsider will defeat the Fire of Madness, and Ishruna will also usher in its end, but also usher in new hope.]
"The original Holy King had already learned about the end of the world through Red Poems. He wanted to break his fate, but unfortunately he failed in the end."
Gale looked at Chi Zhishi and sighed softly again, his expression gloomy.
"Including me, everyone is a loser, but for the sake of this world, I would rather believe in this future."
As he spoke, he looked at Gray and Olga Marie, and a smile appeared on his face again.
"I admit that I did take advantage of you, but I didn't have any bad intentions. After all, in the prophecy, only you can defeat the Fire of Madness. I just made more efforts to ensure the realization of the prophecy, such as...
…”
He stretched out his hand, and Chi Zhizhi was suspended in the sky above his palm. The pages of the book flipped again, and there were faint orange-red flames floating around. This red was like the color of blood, showing vitality.
As if he felt the appearance of the flame, the originally sleeping Mad Flame became restless and wanted to stand up from the throne, but the chains of the flame emerged from the void and bound him tightly.
Even when the fire in Gray's hand appeared earlier, Madness Fire didn't have such a violent reaction.
"Hehehe, you should be surprised, why is the first fire that has been extinguished long ago still burning?"
Gale turned and looked in the direction of the Madness Fire, showing a triumphant expression.
"You really don't think I've seen through your disguise, do you? If you want to mislead me into extinguishing the First Fire to eliminate you, your acting skills are far behind!"
"But I just took advantage of the trick and pretended to deceive you. Otherwise, why would you let your guard down, thinking that Ishruna would be burned up by you sooner or later."
"Mr. Gale, this...?"
Looking at the first fire in Gale's hand, everyone became more and more confused. Finally, Kirshtalia's eyes flickered, as if she understood something.
"That's what you see."
Gale became increasingly proud and gestured his middle finger towards the fire of madness.
"I deceived Him and pretended to extinguish the First Fire. In fact, I hid it in the original book of Red Poetry and successfully delayed your arrival."
"Although Her Royal Highness Princess Akasha has a good idea, her understanding of the Fire of Madness is still thousands of years ago. The current Fire of Madness, no, it should be said that in my time, the original fire was already weaker than
The fire of madness, the fire in your hand is of no use."
"In order to defeat the Fire of Madness, although you are also very important in the prophecy, the power of the First Fire must suppress the Fire of Madness, and there is only one way to do this."
"——That is, if there is more firewood, the flame will burn brighter."
The smile on Gale's face disappeared, replaced by coldness and calmness, and his frivolous tone was replaced by seriousness. He looked like a different person.
"Then what is more suitable to become high-quality firewood than the fire bearers of the past generations?"
The pages of the book turned faster and faster as he spoke, and several illusory human figures emerged from it, standing side by side with Gale.
Some of them were warriors wearing armor, some were mages holding staffs, and some were berserkers with bare muscles carrying axes on their shoulders... Including Gale, there were thirteen people in total.
"These are the remnant souls of the fire bearers that I have collected over the past few hundred years. In addition to myself, with thirteen holy kings as firewood, the initial fire will definitely burn fiercely -!"