"How do you know?" Ollie was a little strange, after all, Lukka had even needed her to explain the names of the three main gods before. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, in fact, I can't say that I know, but speculate. Lukka replied with the suspicious eyes of the crowd.

It's not that his crew doesn't trust him enough, in terms of combat effectiveness and imagination, everyone has absolutely no doubts, but everyone knows about the matter of knowledge reserves, even after a year of wandering in the Sunset Islands, his common sense is still pitiful, how can he know things that even Curator Werner hasn't figured out?

Lukka cleared his throat: "If that god represents 'nothingness', how can there be any written record? ”

"Hmm...... It seems to make some sense. Werner was thoughtful.

"What makes sense, it's obviously nonsense! Don't divert the topic, let the old man say it!" Shut up, I don't know when I poked my head out from under my wings.

All eyes were on Taylor again, and he continued with what he had said before:

"The 'Void' Entlo is the antithesis of Crete the 'Creator', and the so-called nothingness is the name given to him by his followers. To be precise, he is the embodiment of chaos, the embodiment of disorder. ”

Curator Werner nodded: "There is some truth, in some ancient stone carvings, the record of Crete the creator is 'the creator of order', then his opposite, the god who leads everything into nothingness, represents chaos, and it makes sense. ”

Taylor continued, "No one knows when these two superior gods were born, and they are older than our world itself. However, in the beginning, the chaotic universe didn't have a place for Entro to do his hands, so he kept sleeping. ”

Crete was busy, sorting out the various elements of the world from the chaos one by one, giving them the laws of their operation, and combining them into our present world. After constructing the entire world, Crete split into several gods from itself, including our three main gods, to govern this orderly world. ”

"After all this, the whole world runs steadily according to the set rules, Crete, which does not need to do anything, also sleeps, and Entro, the nihilist, wakes up from his slumber. ”

Lukka suddenly interrupted him: "Wait, isn't the Creator dead?

"If we don't wake up until the end of the world, what difference does it make to us between falling asleep and dying?" Taylor replied.

"Also, the Void, what happened when he woke up?" Lukka asked.

"Normally, he doesn't have a direct impact on our world, but he drags everything into chaos at its source. This process began at the moment when the Creator was asleep, and we are all under His influence now. Taylor said, looking out the window.

"Why didn't I feel any impact?" Lukka asked.

Taylor pushed open the window, and a fresh air poured in through the window, and a slightly cool breeze blew the stacks of papers on the desk next to him scattered.

"You see, neatly stacked paper is always easy to mess up, but no one has ever seen it, and a gust of wind can make the loose paper neat. If you want to put them back in order, it will take a lot more effort, won't it?"

"When a teacup falls to the ground, it always turns into pieces, and who has ever seen a broken piece of porcelain reassemble into a teacup?"

"If you think about it, isn't Entro, the Void, always influencing everything around us?"

Lukka looked at the flying letter in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "If it's just like this, aren't we already used to the influence of this nihilist?"

"Yes, if only that's it. Taylor nodded, "Even if the world ends up in chaos, it will only return to the state it was in before the Creator began to create it. At that time, the Creator will wake up again, and the world will enter the next cycle, as it has done countless times before. ”

"Isn't that good? Anyway, the 'end up in chaos' thing sounds far away from us. Lukka would have thought about it.

Taylor sat back in his chair: "yes, it's quite far away from us, if only that's it." ”

"If it were just that, there wouldn't be that piece of broken porcelain dug out of the rubble, there wouldn't be the black lines that controlled me, and there wouldn't be—"

As he spoke, he pointed out the window, where the sun covered in black lines had streaked across the sky due south, and the dim sunlight shone into the west-facing floor-to-ceiling window.

—such a sight. Taylor continued.

"What the hell are those, the remnants of the Void?" Lukka asked bluntly this time.

"No, not divine power. Taylor sighed, "That's a fragment of the consciousness of Entro the Void." ”

"His consciousness overtook me as the thing took control of me. At that time, I was like a puppet of him in this world, and because of this, I was able to understand everything I had just said. ”

"This time, he's breaking that line of 'not directly affecting the world'. I'm sure he's speeding up the process of chaos that is bringing everything into chaos, trying to end that endless cycle forever!"

"I'm not the first puppet for this purpose, and certainly not the last. In the era of this porcelain piece, his influence should be greater, but thankfully, looking at this state, he didn't succeed at that time!"

With that, Taylor fell into a long silence.

"Anything else?" said the youngest in the audience, Director Werner, who had been writing in a small notebook with a quill in his hand when Taylor began his story.

"That's it for now, that fragment of consciousness hasn't been in control of me for long, and there are many things that I can't fully understand. Taylor said.

"I still have a question!" Lukka clearly didn't intend to let Taylor rest.

"That Void Fragment of Consciousness, why do you want the 'power of illusion' in my hand?" he asked.

Taylor looked down and thought that this fragment of consciousness had brought him far more information than he could accept, and it took him a moment to figure out the answer to the question from his chaotic thoughts:

"This fragment of consciousness was originally attached to porcelain many years ago, and such a small piece of broken porcelain can't carry much power at all. And the power of illusion in your hands is the purest magical energy created by the Creator—is that the word?"

"So, he's going to absorb this energy?" Lukka said, his right hand clenched into a fist.

"No, not absorption. He is going to destroy this energy. Taylor said.