A pitch-black two-dimensional stick figure floats next to Skyd White's shoulder.

This is not a physical existence, but an illusion created by the stickman in Skye's cerebral cortex. If this evil demon has escaped from the shackles of the two-dimensional world, then Skye believes that this world should not be too far away from the end.

An apocalypse ten thousand times worse than that described by Primordial Fire, when demons and monsters will rejoice on the earth and enjoy a gluttonous feast made of human beings.

Uncertain obscene demonic insects crawling in space, advanced evil demons that eat the souls of intelligent creatures, dark chaos that makes people go crazy just by its mere presence.

These evil spirits will invade this world and turn it into another backyard for them, just like the countless other worlds they dominate.

Even the lowest level of evil spirits can be assigned at least two digits of human slaves, and these servants will be completely their private property.

No matter how horrible the evil deeds are, they will happen to their servants: rape, dismemberment, chewing and swallowing, letting them eat the excrement of other creatures, letting newly born children eat the corpses of their parents, letting humans fight with their relatives,

Let people sacrifice their love to each other for evil purposes.

Even the ultimate evil acts that far exceed the scope of human intelligence will be realized one by one on the human race.

Just thinking about such a hellish scene, Skyde almost trembled with fear, but then he thought, hadn't this evil demon been free before? They just wanted to realize some simple and simple wishes.

, not even a wish that requires a huge price.

Even if the ritual performed will become nourishment for the evil spirit, it is still far from allowing it to be completely free.

Anyway, someone will seal it again in the future. They don't need to pay too much attention to this matter. Moreover, by then, they will have already enjoyed their long glory and left this world for who knows how many years.

That was nothing he needed to worry about. All he had to do was agree to the devil's conditions and realize his wish.

That's all.

Skyde could imagine the most terrifying evil spirit - a stick figure without even complete facial features swimming around him.

Skyde still asked uncertainly:

"Xiao Hei, are you really sure that Professor Hewen will not be crushed into pieces by the Veronica family?"

The stickman let out a shrill laugh:

"Jie Jie Jie, of course not. I can smell the smell of the old era from him. He may be older than the current Mr. Gawain, the Sun Knight who followed King Arthur in the war."

The stick figure never tells the complete truth, it always knows more than it reveals.

In order to fulfill his wish, Skyd White's ancestors collected countless information about stick figures, and it was in this way that Skyd was able to find and release the stick figures.

Skid White asked carefully:

"Xiao Hei, do you know who he was before? What level is he at? And where is Prince Gawain?"

The stickman laughed arrogantly:

"In front of the complete me, he is just an ant. However, to you, he is still very powerful, probably around the level of legend and demigod. And Prince Gawain, although not a legend, he has enough power in his hands.

Counter the power of legend.”

Legend? Or demigod? Even though this is almost a symbol of invincibility to most people, the difference is huge.

"Don't worry." The stickman comforted, "I will watch over you and prevent him from crushing him to death. If I get interested, I may be able to help you crush him to death."

Skyd didn't dare to put his life on the guarantee of this evil spirit. Let's not talk about whether the stickman who is currently in a sealed state can really protect himself in front of a legend or above. Even if it can, it may not be able to.

If you really help, you may laugh at your own stupidity.

But having said that, after knowing that Professor Hewen was probably a legend, he was not too shocked.

You know, in the past, if he met a powerful fifth-level person, he could not help but feel respect and fear. And if this powerful being who could easily tear himself apart was near him, he might think

Run away immediately.

However, since he spent more and more time with the stickman, his awe for the strong disappeared without a trace.

After all, what legend or demigod could be more terrifying than the black-lined villain next to him?

The spirit inherited from the ancient blood of the White family gradually began to awaken in his body. The indifference to the strong, the contempt for life, the practice of evil, and the mockery of the soul that he had been taught since childhood gradually grew stronger at this moment.

He is Skyd White, the current heir of the White family.

Skyde continued to ask tentatively:

"Hewen is so powerful? Who is he?"

The stickman glanced in the direction of Hewen's mansion, where there was a pocket watch.

To Skade's surprise, the stickman answered his question seriously.

"Probably the last little bug left in a group of pitiful bugs. How many powerful gods are there in Asgard and Jotunheim besides Odin?"

Odin? Asgard? Jotunheim? What are these things? Skyd couldn't understand the meaning of the stick figure at all.

But maybe it was precisely because the stickman knew that he couldn't understand that he spoke these words.

The little man made of black lines smiled sarcastically. Although its mouth was just an arc, Skyde could still read the strong ironic meaning in it:

"Whether it is the Æsir or the Frost Giants, they are all a bunch of waste. Odin, who once ruled them, was also a waste. He died at the hands of another waste. The miserable leader of the bug is still a bug."

Skye's body was completely stiff, and he did not dare to make even a faint sound.

Because this was the beginning of history, he heard the anger in the stickman's words.

What angered this ancient evil? Is it Asgard? Is it Jotunheim? Is it the Æsir? Is it the frost giant? Or is it the strange name in its mouth - Odin?

Skyde waited for the stickman to calm down his anger, and then quickly changed the topic, fearing that the evil spirit would eat him alive in a fit of rage.

If it was really eaten in one bite, that would be a pretty good way to die.

Skid White asked:

"Then if we act like this, will this ancient great man really not notice anything unusual?"

The stickman showed a nasty smile:

"Little White, this is your plan. I won't help you with your ideas or plans. As for success or failure, you have to bear it yourself. I can't guarantee anything for you."

Skyde took a deep breath. He was not a smart person, but fortunately, as long as what he did was not discovered in a short time, it would be fine.

Professor Hewen, don't blame me. For a strong man like you, this is just an insignificant thing, isn't it?
Chapter completed!