Fire and Ice Clan

Chapter 52: The Poet

It's a colorful world, and it's hard to distinguish between up and down, left and right, front and back, because there aren't enough references, but it's a very interesting world, because in this space, there are countless geometric bodies, pyramid-shaped, cuboid-shaped, cube-shaped, sphere-shaped, cylinder-shaped, and so on.

Although the space is colorful, it also has an eerie atmosphere, because there is no life here.

But someone lives here, or a poet is blocked here by some irreversible force.

The poet has been confined here for tens of thousands of years, at that time it was still the war of destruction of the world, and he was still a powerful existence on behalf of the three masters to lead one world, he twice led the army of strong people to attack another world, the first time because of the sudden killing of a madman in the other world, all plans were disrupted; But the poet was not discouraged, nor did he care, he remembered saying this in the world of his predecessors.

Study hard and make progress every day.

Defeat was not terrible, so the poet summed up the lesson and reprepared, and about a hundred years later, he led the army of the strong on behalf of the other world, and re-entered the opposite world in a step called the 'three-order plan', and the war went smoothly at first, and the other world was completely ravaged, but the poet knew how to be cautious, and he knew who he needed to deal with the most.

It was the madman last time.

The poet doesn't like the madman very much, he is too violent, it's a mess, because the madman doesn't have a little elaborate design logic to do things, so the madman's behavior is unpredictable, but because the three masters can't get out, the poet can only stop the madman himself.

But at this time, another unpredictable thing happened, when one of the masters of the poet's world was fighting against one of the masters of the other world, the two were entangled in thousands of rules, and according to the ability of the masters, they could never handle so many rules at the same time, so the two worlds lost a master each.

Because the loss of the dominant level is unprecedented, in the past tens of millions of years of struggle, even the most fierce moment, there will be no loss of the dominant level, so this situation obviously surprised the two sides, and even frightened, so the two sides could only stop immediately, and finally reached a deal tacitly.

The poet was used as a bargaining chip, exchanging the madman of the other world, and the poet's fate is that he can only stay in such a place for the rest of his life, a strange space with a beginning and an end, it doesn't matter at the beginning, but after a long time, it is inevitable that he will be bored, and boredom is to find fun.

Poets, can write poems.

He came here about 50,000 years ago in a way similar to reincarnation, and gradually became the one who was valued by the three masters in a world, but the poet was not happy, because none of the three masters could appreciate his poems; 50,000 years ago, when the poet was still in another world separated from here by an unknown number of time and space, he was ridiculed by everyone because of the problem of poetry.

It was an azure planet orbiting a main-sequence star.

After being reincarnated and reborn, the poet thought that he could get more appreciation in this different world, but the result was very unsatisfactory, but now the poet doesn't care anymore, because he is now confined in this colorful and strange space, although he can occasionally hear some sounds from the outside world, such as wind, rain or thunder outside, but outside is an abandoned continent, so for tens of thousands of years, the poet has not heard the sound of anyone or other spirit beast activities.

Because of boredom, today the poet is a little nostalgic for the world 50,000 years ago, for this reason, he wrote another poem, the author of this poem is not him, more precisely, the author of the poem is not a person, but an artificial intelligent machine, the maker of the machine, the poet does not remember, but there is an abstract description of that world in this poem:

The asteroid was called

Around the solid, there are only gelatinous paddy fields

No, I don't want to fly

I miss

Trigonometric functions were watched

Around the constellation Andromeda, there are only living giant rivers

No, I don't want to self-devour

I precipitate

The dragonfly was pinched

Around the Orient Express, there are only bows and arrows that are screaming

No, I don't want to smoke

I talk

The confinement chamber was warned

Around the sword, there is only time for squeaks

No, I don't want to sleepwalk

I rot

The poet looked at the poem, he laughed, and then turned from laughing to crying, crying and crying, he was furious, grabbed a piece of geometry around him, and smashed it out, but it was actually the poet who was bounced away by the great force, and the geometry here, each small piece weighs a quadrillion, and in fact, the poet who was deprived of his power could not even push a piece of geometry the size of sand.

The poet has long since despaired and given up, because it makes no difference between giving up now and not giving up now, he will not die, he will not live, but he will be imprisoned here forever, a state that is difficult for others to guess.

This is real despair!

Thundered!

However, just when the poet was angry and discouraged, a huge roar like a sudden change in heaven and earth suddenly came into this strange space, and immediately attracted the poet's attention, this kind of sound poet has not heard for tens of thousands of years, so when he heard this sound, the poet jumped up directly and looked around.

Based on the poet's experience, he judged from the sound that the source of the tremor was not an ordinary earthquake, but a spatial vibration, that is to say, on the continent outside, which had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, either there was a collapse of space, or there was a spatial passage that was opened by people!

Whoa!

And just when the poet had just judged that the roaring sound came from the space of heaven and earth, a mighty sound like the roar of thousands of horses echoed in this strange space again, and at this time, the poet's face finally showed an excited smile.

Obviously, on the abandoned continent outside, there are signs of large-scale living activities, tens of thousands of years, the poet has not heard the voice from living beings for tens of thousands of years, and he is about to suffocate to death.

So who's coming?

The poet cannot see, so he can only hear, and he uses the echo to imagine what is going on in the outside world.

Swish! Swish!

The poet heard two more sounds of breaking the air, and judging by the characteristics of the sounds, they were two people; As for the mighty whistling sound just now, it must not be a human being.

Next, the poet hears the conversation between the two identifiable people.

"Junior, you have thought about it, the old man's four moves, he will not take into account the strength of your superior heavenly supreme and have any water release!"

"Hehe, Fire Spirit Ancestor, you don't have to worry about it, you have the means to attack, I will naturally have the means to defend."

"Haha, since you're so confident, then take my first move!"

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Then, the roar that shook the heavens and the earth was heard again.

(To be continued, oh, by the way, the poet is the Nine Evil Holy Emperors of the Extraterritorial World)

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