Chapter 46 A new day

"No way," said Imetz. The eye found a comfortable position on its own, with the pupil forward, and began to perform its duties.

"No," he quickly reinforced.

Yicha returned to the command platform where the rickets were commanded and commanded them. Dark red versus light red. Dark green and light green opposite. "Why? Willy Xiao deserves to die. What is that statement called - a worthy death. From many moral points of view, he deserves to die. First of all, his mantra violates the Convention of Fast Four Structural Creatures-"

"This has nothing to do with any set of moral standards." Metz moved the table forward. Staring at the moving pale embers. "There are no flaws in the conditions. There is no place to break through."

"Oh. You mean 'perfect'."

"I mean there's nothing calculable. Hypotheses. Choices, even mistakes. Anomalies. Nothing to calculate. That's the opposite of the Olympiad. Don't you see? With Chaint. Killing Willie Shaw is a revelation. Tables. Smash chessboards, shovel over playgrounds. Kill the author and there's nothing left. You can control him. But you can't kill him. We can't get into a situation like this—"

"Really?" The dark lotus color and the light lotus color are opposite.

"That's not like the question you would ask. Mathematical Olympiads never lie. I never lie."

"'Really?' is not a question. It is a devil's language habit. Great mathematician. Sometimes, I don't want to tell others too directly, 'You just said something completely stupid. Any answer is a response to this.' Stupid blasphemy. If you really want to know why, why don't you crack your head open and take a look?'"

"I can lift it if necessary."

"No. This is also a kind of - forget it. The color of your character shines so brightly that it makes me dizzy." Yi Cha sighed. Take your attention away from deep cuts. "Willie Shaw can die. Let him die."

"Absolutely not."

Metz repeated quickly—with an expression on his face that indicated he knew he was repeating and didn't think it was necessary. "That creates a 'void'."

"And 'filling in the blanks' is Olympiad's favorite thing to do." Looking away would be a mistake. Yi Cha turned his attention back. The rickety creature picked up the shallow cut and stabbed the color and tried to place it near the shallow wave. He raised his finger to prevent this another bad mistake from happening. "That's right. As a Necromancer who has existed for more than 20,000 years. Have you ever discovered in a certain second that you can't do what you like at all times?"

Sparks suddenly appeared from the air.

"Stop," Metz said. All the rickets stopped moving and dropped their hands.

The devil stretched out his index finger and caught the thrown shallow-cut, wounded-colored patch.

"Look at you. You want to threaten me. What a friendly interaction." Yi Cha didn't blink. Combine the light cut wound color and the deep cut wound color together:

"'Blank' is nothing to be afraid of. As an undead, it may be difficult to understand. The soul of a living creature disappears, and after the physical biological matter is destroyed, there is only an infinite blank. Blank is the norm. No matter which plane you are in , happens trillions of times every second.”

The skin on Metz's face wrinkled. He stared with shining red eyes. "There is nothing that cannot be calculated by the arcana."

"Yes. Except for the incalculable stuff."

“The gaps need to be filled.”

"Or habit."

"Habit? Ridiculous. There is no way I would..."

"Then laugh." Yi Cha straightened up and looked at the adjusted map. "Just watch. You just have to watch. He's been killed."

Asimov's red eyes sparkled.

An expression of extreme panic slowly appeared on Yimeizi's face.

"Today is really a new day. Pretty new," Isaac said, looking at the new map.

He looked down.

I don’t know when, the hall was occupied by dense eyes.

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Asimov opened his eyes, jumped up, collided with a hard pointed thing, and fell into a pile of dry and sparse feathers. A gryphon's beak. A gryphon's feathers. The gryphon said nothing and slowly turned its head to the side.

"Bu! Sniff Ning!" Asimov propped himself up with one hand and broke out of the pile of feathers. Amazing. They are all here. Lying on the ground next to him. One on each side. A little further away, you can still see Rbu 32 covered with polycrystalline tumors and branches that have turned into long dried kelp - the difference is that this time the kelp is curled and wrapped around many bottles and jars of different shapes. Can.

Those bottles and jars are dry. The ground between their legs was also dry.

There's nothing better than passing out on dry ground.

"Wow," Asimov said. He wanted to share this "wow" with others, so he grabbed a ridge on the old griffon's paw. "Where's Uncle Willy Shaw?"

Vabra didn't answer.

"You saved us? Grandpa?" Asimov smiled and shook his paw. "When did the flood recede? Where's the whale? Did you see the whale? Did you hear the conch singing?"

Vabra didn't answer. Can't even see if he opens his eyes.

"Are you asleep again? Or are you dead?" Asimov approached the griffon. "Grandpa? What happened? Tell me quickly! I can see it now! What about you?"

"That's right!" He immediately remembered something important. There are too many important things. "Where are we? Where is Uncle Willy Xiao? Have you seen Uncle Willy Xiao? Uncle Willy Xiao is right, today is indeed a new day! He said that the secret story will always go on. Sure enough, everything has gotten better! The pre-dawn madness is over!" Uncle Willy Xiao is not here now, so he feels taller again in his heart. He remembered his words again and was very worried for his safety...

"Trash." The griffin, who couldn't get any older, suddenly spit out a word.

"Hey! He's not useless! He's our family! And he's right! Uh! There's something wrong too! No one died!" Asimov slapped Vabra's wings. Stand up and look around. "Is this a new world after the flood recedes? Uncle Willy Xiao said that after the flood recedes, we will get a brand new world. And this time we can go wherever we want to play. No one will Stopping us. Right. I have to wake them up—"

He ran towards Xianning and shook him violently. The merchant's son snorted. Didn't wake up.

"It seems we have to wait a while." Asimov spread his hands and immediately thought of a way. "Just wait here! Grandpa! I'm going to find Uncle Willy Xiao."

"He's dead," Wabra said.

"Huh? How could that happen?" Asimov's eyes widened. "Did you forget to save him? You saved us. But you didn't have time to save Uncle Willy Xiao? But he -"

"I won't save him. I'll kill him," Wabra said.

Asimov opened his mouth. "Kill you-"

The extremely old griffon's eyebrows moved.

"Too much meaningless nonsense. I hate it."

"How is that possible???" Asimov exclaimed.