The Second Generation of Knights Encountering Demons Reappears

Dark flame master: Damn it, this battle with swords and fire, is this the Kamen Rider? I love it!

Young Master: We will try our best to climb to the strongest peak, and I will be on fire!

Pink round face: Great, all four sages have been defeated! Only Stellius is left!

Phoenix Academy Fierce Truth: There should be Stelius left. He has almost complete omniscience and omnipotence. His strength cannot be weaker than any of the four sages. No, we must do a good job of each other's strength. Even among the four sages, Mental preparation above God.

Fenchanglong: Indeed, this last battle will definitely be quite difficult.

Meow! : It's okay, Kamen Rider will win!

Now that the audience's emotions have been raised to the highest climax, the video screen reaches the top of the Tower of Babylon.

["I've been waiting for you for a long time, my hero."

Holding his chin on the throne and staring at the visitor, Stellius gave a happy welcome, as if he was welcoming a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Stellius, stop what you are doing!"

Pointing the blade king sword at Stelius, Shiori can now clearly feel that time is running out. The story is quickly disappearing from this world. Before long, I am afraid that even the existence of the Fantasy Control Book will become insignificant. Stabilize.

"What's the point? Even if you defeat me here, the world will not stop the pace of destruction. It will just continue to live an ugly life like a death row prisoner who has received a reprieve. Such an unbeautiful ending, just It’s boring to imagine.”

Stellius picked up the "Book of Magic", and a golden light curtain spread around Shizhi.

That was the scene conceived by Stellius, the battle and end of the swordsmen.

"Look at them. They implement their own values ​​​​in battle, sublimate their beliefs, and finally defeat powerful enemies and get a gorgeous curtain call. The spirit of the swordsmen has been interpreted and bloomed. This is what I want to see. , I want this world to have such a beautiful and solemn ending!"

"wrong!"

Shizhi slashed these light screens with her sword. The Blade King Sword was a weapon condensed by the beliefs of her and her friends, establishing a vague resonance and connection between her and other swordsmen.

Through the Blade King Sword, she could feel that the victory of the swordsmen had basically been decided. Although some people's breath became very weak, they were not over, and Shiori would not let them end here.

"The battle you envisioned has been changed! Such as..."

"Such changes must lead us to a new future. Right?"

"!?"

Shizhi was stunned. This expected expression made Stellius look amused, and he opened the "Book of Magic."

The surrounding scene changed quickly. When Shizhi came back to his senses, the two of them were already in a jungle.

"You should think that I just predicted a new future, right?"

Stellius stood up from the throne and walked towards Shizhi. Shizhi instinctively wanted to raise his sword to defend, but found that the other party had no intention of attacking him, and instead walked around him and moved forward.

"Unfortunately, I have never predicted the future. It is better to calculate it than to see it.

Haha, forgive me for using misleading words like 'seeing the world destroyed' before. After all, as a bard, I have the habit of giving artistic modifications to the use of words. "

After walking a certain distance, Stellius stopped and looked at Shizhi who was standing there looking at him.

"Don't worry. The time here is separate from the outside world. I won't start a war with you here. I just want you to see the truth. I admit that you have this qualification."

"..."

Shizhi frowned, and finally chose to follow Stellius. She thought about the latter's words, trying to find any clues from them.

Not long after that, a young man with black hair and golden eyes wearing black clothes appeared in front of the two of them.

The young man did not notice the two people. No, it should be said that they were just phantoms of the past. He had no ability to detect the observer who was higher than himself.

The young man is the young Stellius. At this moment, he does not have the coldness and cruelty of the future. Like all his peers, he is just a young man full of vigor.

He gently brushed his chin with the end of the quill, looking at the manuscript paper in his hand and thinking hard, showing a knowing smile from time to time.

Shizhi, who is also an author, can understand his current state and feel the youth's inner joy.

He was rejoicing in creation.

Shizhi glanced at the poem in his hand from behind.

It is a very beautiful poem. The control of emotions and the choice of words are both of the highest standards in history. If any one of them is handed down, it will definitely become a masterpiece that will last forever. 】

And since Shizhi can see it, viewers outside the video will naturally have the opportunity to appreciate these poems written by Stellius.

Shakespeare: Oh oh oh! The degree of completion of these poems is abominable. I have to admit that in the field of poetry, Stellius is superior to me.

Deadlines are the enemy: Hey, is this the glory of genius? To be able to achieve this level at such a young age.

Ms. Xiangzi: What a beautiful poem. It would be great if I could add Mr. Stellius’ poetry collection to my library.

Bookshelf Guardian: Although I had expected it, it turns out that Stellius’s literary attainments are not simple.

Scissordog: Such a writer actually wants to destroy the world. What happened?

["What do you think of these humble works of mine?"

Yan "A very powerful poem, but..."

Shizhi pursed his lips tightly and racked his brains to recall the poems he had seen in his memory. Such excellent poems should be passed down. At least Shizhi, who is also a writer, cannot not know that Stellius' These poems have such value.

but none.

Human beings cannot create memories from nothingness, nor can they remember poems that have never been written before.

"Oh, of course you don't know these poems, because I have burned all my works long ago."

Ignoring Shizhi's shocked eyes, Stellius rubbed the fingers and continued to take steps.

The surrounding scenes were constantly changing with his footsteps.

In the open space, Stellius stood among the children, happily imparting the knowledge he possessed;

On the lawn, Stellius told the stories he wrote to the people who had been busy for a day, so as to relieve their fatigue of the day;

Beside the bonfire, Stellius played the harp, bringing joy and music to his friends. Everyone talked about their ideals until dawn, and drank together...

One happy and beautiful picture after another appeared before Shizhi's eyes. Stellius had done many things, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the sincere smile on his face, which meant sharing what he had with others. Behind others, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction when he looked at their happy expressions.

That's the truest Stellius.

Looking at such a scene, Stellius's deep voice sounded in Shizhi's ears again.

"Let me tell you a good thing. I was just like you 2000 years ago. I was a poet who organized language and wrote stories."

Stellius closed his bright red eyes, seemingly immersed in memories.

"At that time, I could be said to be full of ideas, and beautiful words kept emerging in my mind. I was intoxicated with this feeling, and selflessly wrote one beautiful story after another, and even wrote many A masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages. Ah! What a passage..."

The intoxicated expression turned ferocious, startling Shizhi who was watching him from the side.

"What a silly and funny time!"

The surrounding scenes suddenly changed.

One night, Stellius, who could not restrain his curiosity, made the biggest and only mistake in his life. Like Adam who had not resisted the temptation of the snake, he ate the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden and opened the tassel tape. The book of omniscience and omnipotence.

Then the truth was known.

"I saw that the stories I wrote, my inspirations, and everything about me were just part of this already existing book. Even the poems I was still conceiving could be passed through this book. Get the complete answer.\