Did I just teach anything out? Yi Cha thought.
The windowpane was broken. They had just been spliced together from brilliant colorful fragments as the supreme ruler wanted. Now it explodes into an ugly colored mist.
Asimov nimbly climbed out of the window.
At the beginning, Yi Cha didn't know and didn't want to disturb what he was going to do - even the devil and the snooping devil were not control freaks every second. Until the boy shot up into the sky. His body was well protected by his cloak and courtesy. It was clean and there was no smoke along the way. great. Very bad.
The boy only looked like a pointed shuttle at the first moment, and soon turned into a black arrow.
Yi Cha shook off the paper dust from his hands and followed him - the entire window may have been knocked out of shape by him, or it may have simply ceased to exist and merged directly into the ugly colored mist. Regardless, he followed Asimov, with little effort. Low-level vampires cannot fly, but high-level vampires can fly. The emperor does not need to fly. Air is his slave.
Has the air become his slave? Icha thought. Or gravity? The order of the palace was dictated by Asimov. How he wants to formulate it. There is no point in interfering with him. It is better to rule over an order than to rule over subjects—the order does not betray its creator.
In any case, the promise is fulfilled, the contract is completed, and the crisis is resolved. Evil has spread. He will be out of here soon. Maybe he and the vampire and his story will meet again later. But that was later.
Now there is no need to know how those stories were written.
Unless there is another disaster where the earth is turned upside down, magma rises and stars fall. Unless something like this happens.
Six stars in the sky are arranged in a suspicious pattern. Asimov reached out his hands and pulled them.
Starlight flickered erratically, then suddenly began to flow. Thousands of ghosts emerged from the cracks in the air, forming a barrier to block their path towards the emperor. Yi Cha noticed that there were thousands more ghosts rushing downwards. A dark red portal opened in the center of the Thorn Garden, and a slender figure dressed in luxurious clothing was stepping out gracefully.
It was Nerijin, and many vampires he had never seen before. He didn't even know there were so many living vampires in the nine planes. The new emperor of the regiment wanted many more subjects than various assumptions suggested. Apparently, he is not afraid of betrayal.
"You might as well talk to them first." Yicha turned to look at Asimov, who was still pulling the stars.
"Uh-huh." The boy didn't move.
Sometimes, the big time appears in the solemn form of the early morning of the seventh day in the new world. Sometimes it's as ordinary as now - things have either just ended or they haven't begun yet.
The six stars struggled and gradually moved away from their original positions. The gaps behind them were too large to be filled immediately.
Everything didn't happen so fast. It's more than enough to stop. Isaac crossed his arms and looked at Asimov. He can stop it at any time, and even have time to correct what he did before leaving. However, he did give his final instructions and promised to completely hand over the management rights to the other party.
It’s not that he hesitated, was too late, or felt that he shouldn’t stop it, or that he suddenly had to abide by the virtue of “keeping his word.”
He just didn't move.
Six stars were pulled down. They don't change in size as they fall - so they gradually get smaller. This allows them to fall smoothly into the sand. The six stars rolled unwillingly in the sand, then lost their dignity and went out one by one.
All the ghosts came alive instantly. Darkness occupied the nearby space amid chattering laughter. In the dark vision, Asimov clapped his hands and bared his shining teeth. The vampires who had just arrived gave out cold laughter, some slipped into the castle through various gaps, and some stood scattered, admiring the beautiful scenery without light.
"You'll damage those palm trees." Icha sighed. The time to stop has passed. He should stop it and regret it. But neither.
Asimov laughed loudly.
"And what you taught me is that my thoughts are very, very important. My thoughts alone." The boy spread his hands. The top hat and cloak disappeared from his body, leaving his skin exposed. “My idea is that power is more than just a new suit of clothes, or a new skin.”
"Indeed. It can also make stars fall and doom rise. It allows the races that walk in the night to move freely - by making the night last forever. A new skin does underestimate the power of imperial power. But as I said, there is danger out there. .It won’t be happy if it doesn’t destroy something.”
"Destroy? Aren't I still here? Uncle Duke?"
"Not what you think of as annihilation. Direct annihilation has been prevented. I'm talking about the very evil kind."
"As evil as a demon? As evil as you?" Asimov asked continuously, his red eyes sparkling. He did read the book carefully, but then completely abandoned it.
"That's a little worse than me." Yi Cha said. Again there was a burst of laughter. Asimov was very happy. So excited. Laugh at everything you hear. Almost exactly like a guy who had just become emperor and successfully tested his authority.
Except it's not similar. he is the one.
"Nothing can hurt me, Uncle Duke," he said with a smile. "We're safe in the dark."
"Unless it's too dark," Icha said.
He felt like he should sigh again. But even though he sighed, he had no regrets at all.
"Unless it's too dark...wait...?"
etc.
The two kinds of darkness are completely different. The second easily ate the first. It emerged from the gap left by the six stars and quickly filled the entire sky. He stretched out his dark arms and grabbed them. The two types of red eyes are also completely different. The second type is numerous, dense, and full of anger.
A second kind of eyes lined the second kind of darkness, all opening at once.
"EZHAINT!!!!!!!!!" A deafening sound erupted suddenly. "You are not allowed to leave!!!!"
Asimov screamed and covered his ears. Useless. The buzzing sound passed through the barrier and went directly to his head. He was driven crazy within a tenth of a second, struggling in the air, and bumped head first into Icha - I don't know when, the wound on the demon's chest had completely scabbed over. It's like a huge imprint there now. He ran right into it, scratching and beating it.
Useless. The horrible buzzing still continued to torment his nerves.
"You are not allowed to leave!!! You are not allowed to leave without me! Otherwise I will mess up your place!!! I will definitely mess up everything that can mess up!!!! I will crush you all! !!!! Let you crush yourselves-"
"Let me out!!!!"
Asimov was going crazy. Scratch your face and forehead. The thoughts that were full of thoughts just now stopped in his mind. Only a few vague words remain. Yi Chaint - seems to be the name of the Duke's uncle. Hum——seems to be the keyword of the Queen of Hell. dark. certainly. And...evil.
Evil, evil, evil, evil, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, the sound of flesh exploding and the screams of ghosts being torn apart.
The buzzing suddenly stopped. The fragments of ghosts, held back by true darkness, descend softly, slowly. Where the vampire who had just looked at the scenery was standing there was only pus and blood. Asimov raised his head with tears in his eyes, wondering why he didn't turn into another puddle of pus and blood. After a few seconds, he realized that he was being held under one arm by his uncle. His other hand was pressed against his chest.
That huge scar—the huge mark.
He appears to be flying in circles, inspecting palm trees.
