Tribute to the Demon King

But Gaitia's eyes, covered by long flowing golden hair, were as simple and normal as a mortal's black-brown eyes, without any special light flickering in them.

And the remaining half of his body is several times larger than the left half of the human body.

——It was a pure white translucent body that shone like an angel descending into the world.

It looks like a human figure carved from clear crystals of light, in which there is a living creature-like brilliance flowing.And his right arm and legs are almost blurred, floating in the air in a translucent posture.

And Zhou Yi's long black hair behind him also turned into a stream of pure white light, and the length increased several times, spiraling around each other like wings of light spreading out behind him.

On the right side of his face, the contours of Zhou Yi's face faintly protrude.But every microsecond is a little bit different.

Sometimes an old man, sometimes a child, sometimes a man, sometimes a woman.Sometimes the expression becomes fierce, other times it becomes gentle.

And the left half of Zhou Yi's body, that is, the part of Gaitia's body, was burning quietly.

His body is like a ignited cigar, slowly burning inward from the part where it meets the light body.But Gaitia's fully burned body did not leave ashes, but turned into light foam like embers, leaving a strange white flocculent sediment in Zhou Yi's light body.

"...my dream has been shattered."

Gaitia said softly in the first voice: "The three thousand years of sitting and spending in this temple have all lost their meaning."

It was a voice that was so soft that it sounded familiar to Zhou Yi.

... Dr. Roman's voice?

Zhou Yi understood.

"You lost, Getia."

he said calmly.

But Getia was not angry.He just stared at the newly born world in front of him with peaceful and distant eyes.

Flowers and earth and sky and song—

"That's right, I lost."

Gaitia stared at the world in front of him, and whispered: "Congratulations, Eden...you successfully defeated me and devoured the beast of mercy."

"The me now is no longer the seventy-two pillar demon god. My great cause was stopped by you, and I am still alive. It is just a residue that proves that I once existed, and it is the 'result' left at the end. That's all."

Speaking of this, Getia, who was slowly burning and collapsing, couldn't help laughing: "But...it's a pity."

"Even if you defeat me and devour me, so what?"

"——My name is Gaetia. It is a thing that lures human reason to destroy human reason... It is a beast that runs to the extreme where no one exists, the void where no one expects!"

"Now, the human reason has been burned. Here, no matter what you do, it will not change my failure; but similarly, no matter what you do, it will not be able to save the burned human reason."

The corner of Getia's mouth rose: "Admit it, Eden—you lost too. There is no winner in the battle between us, and the result is already determined. Even if you completely eliminate me, there will be no new changes. Humanity and human history have been destroyed, the old world no longer exists, and Chaldea will be like rootless duckweed floating all day; I will be eaten and digested by you, and you will also be anchored in this singularity, unable to leave ...and stay here with me forever."

All this really is, pointless fighting...

"—You are wrong, Getia."

But Zhou Yi said: "Only this point I want to correct you. It's not over yet."

As Zhou Yi's voice resounded in the sky, a door of light behind him slowly opened with a bang.

Thousands of singing voices sounded in it, and the light gate was stretched and slender, turning into a tall oval shape, just like the backrest of a throne.

And Zhou Yi slowly sat down in front of the light gate. While the Guangyao human figure was sitting down, a large piece of light like the one from the previous teleportation lit up behind him, shaping it into a silver-white throne.

That style seems to be quite similar to the design style of the magician in a certain tower.

"Here it is declared—"

Zhou Yi, sang the spirit of words for the last time.

Only this time, it is a new, sublime word that has never been sung.

"Everyone must gather under the throne."

"Bless you! Give me praise!"

"Praise the carefree paradise! Praise the joy of liberation! Praise the new world opened up and quarantined!"

"Dedicated to this now, gathered on the Path of Hope—"

"—I hereby declare that I will dedicate everything to a world without sighs, without misunderstandings, and without hunger!"

Following Zhou Yi's announcement, his body began to disintegrate.

The light gate began to become more and more transparent.At the same time, the singularity in front of him gradually became more real.

Countless figures slowly emerged from the painting, gaining bodies, gradually becoming colored, and full of vitality.

The light of dawn dyes the sky red, and the old man sits with the child on the highest point of the forest waiting for the sunrise.

The butterfly chasing the morning dew flapped its wings and landed on the girl's shoulder.

The young leaves that have just sprouted are wrapped around the tree, and the young man gently hugs the little bird.

It was a veritable, creation psalm.

The barrier between the "Eden" stored in Zhou Yi's body and the outside world became blurred.Everything in Eden emerges in the singularity and gets a new life.

But on the contrary, Zhou Yi began to gradually become transparent and more dazzling.