2nd month and 5 days:

In the past two days, I tried some well-known stories and folklore, and got unexpected surprises.

Maybe the earth has more connections with this other world than I thought, maybe I can find a space-time tunnel or something?

What does a sudden war look like?

Is it that when you open the door of your house, there is a black hole in the muzzle of the gun pointed at you? Or wait for the traffic light while a bomb smashes a crater at the zebra crossing? When he was still Monber, his impressions of war were nothing more than that, plus the shrill sirens and the howls of the crowd, and these impressions came from paper and screens. But as Thoth, as a Sequence 3 prophecy master, the dream brought him the message of gunsmoke and blood before the war came.

Before he could identify the corpses lying in front of him, the filthy breath pierced the dream and came to reality.

"Enemy attack! Three Squads—"

The voice of the conqueror reached everyone's hearts through a spiritual link, and after a moment of disturbance by some factor, the young prophetic master followed the spiritual guidance and emerged from the surface of the earth at the same time as the words "The demigods of the eastern camp and above to the south" fell, staring at the conqueror and his men who were waiting in battle.

Medici was a little surprised, "You learn to be a mole." ”

Thoth subconsciously raised his chest and raised his head to close his abdomen, and when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and said sneeringly: "Actually, it's a rabbit." ”

This is a fairy tale magic "rabbit hole" based on the white rabbit in the vest in "Alice in Wonderland", which is used to shorten the distance between the two places, and to a certain extent, it can replace the traveler's portal.

The remnant sun on the horizon was like blood, and the black demons were surging like a tide.

"Forget it, whether it's a rabbit or a mole, the one who can bite the enemy to death is the one who can bite the enemy later."

As the conqueror's taunt fell, a flaming bow slowly pulled out of his hand, the tip of the arrow pointed at a towering figure like a mountain in the approaching demon colony, and the hunters' hands condensed into incandescent spears, which were thrown out with the arrows of the string, exploding in a cloud of red bloom in the filthy tide!

The last war began.

After the Creator took back the authority of the visionary and the uniqueness of the writer and ascended to the position of the All-Knowing and Almighty, God also had an initial resurrection in Him, in short, he was not in a good state and could not come steadily in the real world. In this case, the Demon King began to unite with the dragons, demon wolves, and xenos, the remnants of the non-human race who had obvious feelings of resentment towards the Creator, and did everything possible to shake the anchor of the Creator.

To put it more bluntly, it is to carry out a mass slaughter of human beings.

Of course, there may be something outside the realm that is in the way.

2nd month and 22 days:

We're up against the legendary Demon King.

In the face of Sequence 0 "The Abyss", most of us should have gone crazy by looking directly at mythical creatures, but fortunately we can barely be considered a whole after this period of running-in, and the conqueror connects us spiritually, in a way, we can be Medici, and Medici can be us.

It was the most protracted war I've ever experienced – not how long it lasted, but to the end, and I lost track of time. Corpses, corpses everywhere, more and more corpses, enemies, comrades-in-arms, the new pressing the old, the old slowly precipitating extraordinary characteristics.

But I was untouched by the shocking image, and all I did was kill as many enemies as possible and reduce the attrition as little as possible.

No one noticed how the little reed-slender astrologer had fallen alone, perhaps because he had shown his cowardice to break out of the Red of War formation? Maybe it's because it's a beat slower when throwing the magic scroll? Maybe it's because of a foul word called "slow" that freezes his form? Or was it because the evaporating poisonous smoke burned his eyes?

Perhaps the demons didn't know what they had done, and they pounced on him like hungry wolves that saw lambs, their viscous black liquid enveloping their weak bodies with filth and sinister aura, while the comrades around them were helpless, and the boy was doomed to nowhere to escape, and the unquenchable hunger drove the demons to rush up, eager to slice open his pale skin, wring his fragile neck, and digging out his steaming entrails and stuffing them into his mouth—even if it was unseemly to feast on the battlefield.

A low laugh came out of the turbid fluid of the incarnation of various desires and emotions, and the premonition of danger that was bewitched was finally able to call the police madly, but it was too late, and spikes burst out from the young man's body, piercing all the demons that approached!

No, no! It's not a pinch-and-die bug at all! He's a mythical creature!

The demon let out a near-death roar, unable to figure out why he had mistaken a mythical creature for a petite human.

In Aesop's Fables, the wolf in sheep's clothing hangs himself from a tree branch after the shepherd sees through his true appearance, and on the battlefield of another world, the ending of the story has been quietly turned upside down.

The "wolf in sheep's clothing" finally showed its fangs, and cracks cracked open on the surface of Thoth's body, and the flesh and blood inside condensed, forming black and white eyes, and the demonic body hanging on the spikes gradually became withered, and the spikes that squeezed their vitality gradually became thicker, and finally formed a blood-colored thorn, and the thorns wrapped around him formed a scarlet chrysalis layer by layer, which continued to expand and shrink like a heart, as if a new life was born in it!

A low chant came from the cracks in the thorns, like weeping: "I dedicate my song to you, my blood and my life to you, can you give me a red rose?" ”

Medici and Fabuti, who were grappling, invariably felt a certain deep and dangerous aura, and their movements were stagnant.

Is it the enemy? Is it a friend?

The Chrysalis of Thorns crumpled into a human form at the end of their line of sight—it turned into a monstrous armor of thorn branches, clinging to the young man's slender body, blood-red roses blooming on the thorns, eyes at the stamens looked in all directions in the place of his master, a long sword entwined with flames condensed from the boy's hand, and Thoth slashed back, splitting some demon trying to sneak up, his dark body charred in the flames, and said goodbye to the world in a wail.

Wilde could not have imagined that the irony of "The Nightingale and the Rose" would be reproduced in such an unrecognizable way on the battlefield, and that the red roses, which the Nightingale had exchanged for her life and sorrow, would unscrupulously open her appetite and use the blood and lives of her enemies as nourishment for rooting!