The starlight illuminated the exposed surface after the flood receded - it was not exposed because the flood receded, but had just risen from reality to reveal its shape. The four elements popped out of the same box noisily, confirmed their status, pulled each other, and turned into elves, strings, traps, hurricanes and palm trees——
In fact, incredibly, this whole process has everything to do with palm trees. The shape of the mountains, the intervals between the islands, the boundaries between the first-level city and the second-level city...the undulating palm trees quickly made these lines appear in front of them at the fastest speed. They stretch out those round, serrated leaves, cutting the air into just the right proportions and letting it flow everywhere.
Some air falls downward and becomes icebergs, and some air rises upward. Birds transformed into insect wings.
Noon on the sixth day. At noon on the sixth day of the new world, the time becomes increasingly precise. All locations confirmed.
The devil said, let there be palm trees.
Not what I said. Yi Cha thought. He took a step forward and found that the beach beneath his feet had turned into sand—the beach was not the serious burning beach of hell. It's the kind that's not serious. Soft and dry, with a shimmering shimmer, a finely ground site that releases the lingering heat and itchy sensations stored during the day.
There is no doubt that the only reason for its appearance is to match the countless palm trees-those perverse plants that do not belong to any flavor of hell or heaven. Icha suspected that coconuts would soon appear in the world, too, as the fruit of the palm tree, as a cute perverse anomaly—not in line with what had once been the established truth, but fitting enough.
Under the shining of six stars, he and Beelzebub walked on the beach, casting shadows divided into six pieces, much like a bad magic circle - the direction of the palm trees extending made them move naturally, like a ship on a ship. Skeleton-like foam piled up on their heads, and the edges of the world stretched as their vision expanded. The Stabler's ornate palace lay behind them, growing steadily to its proper height.
unimportant. What matters now is their stroll on the beach itself. The sparkling sand and the accompanying movement itself. Like palm trees, they are also sufficiently anomalous events. It is also not in line with the established facts of the past...
"Is six stars too few?"
Cha's eyes flicked from one palm tree to another. By the standards of creating a new world. Six Planet Sky is a pretty mediocre and lazy choice. But it's balanced enough, stable enough - after all, that's the quantity he's best at. But Yimeizi, who was best at numbers, did not have time to seize the opportunity to provide him with advice. This is a quantity that has not been verified and is purely empirical. It was what he considered to be the weakest link in the entire chain at the time.
Of course, it has now passed the test of stability. Anything that can pass is reasonable. Whatever can bring about qualifications is right. The devil's flexible moral standards allow him to follow this line of reasoning now.
The so-called... first type of principle (without the existence of Willy Xiao, he can say goodbye to this way of expression. Or continue to follow it, the important thing is that he is completely following his own heart) it will be implemented now.
Of course, there is a second type of truth, and up to the last one, everyone has thought it through very clearly, and they don’t know why they have to ask Beelzebub again. As long as he thought about it carefully, he would know that this question may not bring positive effects on any level.
Maybe it was because everything suddenly felt right. He didn't think carefully.
Demons are inherently negative energy creatures. The positive effect might tear open the wound... He didn't even have to remember the incident. His mind was almost free.
"Compared to the number of moons I have seen once, it is quite conservative. More stars would be better, right?" Yicha thought for a while and said to himself. But he was still listening to the changes in the buzzing. He vaguely remembered that it was very easy to anger her by speaking when Beelzebub was silent (but he couldn't remember clearly, after all, it may have been thousands of years since the last time Beelzebub didn't speak much) , and interrupting Beelzebub's words will almost certainly lead to destruction.
Beelzebub is somewhere in between, or neither—he doesn’t yet have a bloody hole in his chest. "If you want six, then six. My dear. You are an expert." She paused for a while - (paused for a while? Carrot, this is simply the biggest unsolved mystery. Why does the Demon of Demons hesitate? As a source of mood and expression. Could her pause come from indigestion of order——)
Regardless, the Tyrant of Hell paused for a moment before continuing to hum. He neither provoked her, nor brought about his own destruction, nor even returned the compliment to the "expert."
Then the melodious singing caught their ears.
What I could tell for certain was that it was his ear that it caught. The song has no words. The lowest notes have been trembling slightly, which are the sounds released from the deepest part of the conch. Of course, like all singing, like all crying, it is mostly invisible.
to check the direction of the sound source. Luo Ge does indeed make perfect invisibility - the problem is that things around it don't.
Golden sand rises. Outline the shape of the snail song.
shape says:
"They're coming."
Who is coming? Asking questions knowingly is Willy Shaw's rhetorical device, not his. Icha knew exactly who was coming.
The flood recedes, a new time, a new place. Old agreement.
A blurry figure sits on the bow of a boat that needs no water. Appearing far away on the farthest stretch of the beach. The palm trees waved their leaves, hiding them almost from sight.
They finally reached Dannoyama.
Beelzebub buzzed slightly.
"There will be progress, Your Majesty." Yi Cha captured the dissatisfaction. "They're with us. Eliminate variables. Find a way back to our plane—"
"We are not going back," Beelzebub said, rubbing his hands. "We've taken this place."
"I'm afraid it doesn't matter. To us or to them."
"We are not going back," Beelzebub repeated. The red eyes flashed with light. "You stay here with me. Just you and me. My dear."
Coconuts fall from palm trees.
Crooked fruits and crooked trees. There is an inappropriate relationship between them. Not even hell flavored.
to view the infinite stretch of beach. There are not even sulfur particles in these gravels.
Too unseemly. It would be very depraved to agree to such a request. A devil's mark is supposed to contain corruption. "I want to become the devil." Beziriya, who was two hundred years old at the time, told him. The tone is similar.
Very unseemly.
"If we kill them, we don't have to go back?" Beelzebub pointed ahead.
to look into her eyes. "We don't kill them."
"Ha! IChaint! Dear villain! Do you dare to disobey me?"
