White Horse whispered: "Only 'truth' can give me the answer."

"...Where is the truth?"

"As long as you open the closed door, you can step into the uninhabited river. Although the nature of beasts always makes us resist the truth, I must get it, get...wisdom. Just like I got strength.

Same.

"Without wisdom, we live in confusion on earth. We will always fall into repeated cycles. Only by contacting the truth can everything be clear.

"I will come back, Fox. Just stay on this tower... When I get the truth, I will explain it to everyone. Why do we fight and why do we live?"

White Horse said so.

At this moment, on the other side.

An old white dog was standing quietly aside, looking coldly at the remains of the lion.

It didn't know when it was lying on its side on the ground, its chest, abdomen and mouth were covered with blood.

It died from poisoning.

And a black mole was chewing its liver greedily.

It looked back at the white dog, said with a smile, and made a sharp voice: "Want some? It's up to you to see it - you still have a chance to regret it, don't you? Mage?"

"No need, sir."

The old dog replied coldly: "I have made up my mind."

"Then you should call me..."

As the Mole spoke, his body suddenly melted into black mud.

It gathered together again and turned into an extremely huge roc, which threw the lion's remains into the sky and swallowed it in its belly.

Then, the dark golden bird pupils turned back and stared at the old dog coldly: "Call me 'Your Majesty'."

"No need."

The old dog replied: "I will only serve one majesty in my life.

"...Lord of Scale Feathers."

The roc stared at him coldly for a long time, then flapped its wings and flew up.

It made a chirping sound in the sky that echoed throughout the world, announcing its birth.

And in the distance, the white horse covered in burning crimson bearskin also looked up.

It also flew up, its pure white wings burning with red flames, dragging a crimson trail, like the sun in the sky.

The hundreds of beasts on the ground raised their heads and looked at the two new kings on the horizon.

At this moment, the sky has reached dusk. The dusk sun is just blocked behind by the roc.

The next moment, the whole world turned into light and condensed into a complete painting.

On the left, there is a huge roc that blocks the setting sun, as if it brings the night ahead; on the right, there is a white horse that is burning with raging flames, shining brightly like the sun, lighting up half of the sky. Hundreds of beasts on the ground look up.

sky.

That may be the day of rebirth, or it may be the end.

Maybe it's the beginning of the end, or... the end of the beginning.

[Rebellion is the first sharp blade for the helpless, and curse will be the last. History will eventually cycle, once, twice, three times... No one can escape the curse of the eternal ring. Those who are kings will surely die.

Under the sword, those who kill with swords will become kings. This may be a paradox, but it may also be a cycle. Who knows? Not to mention the living beings, even the gods are just beasts that devour blood.

Feeding each other...]

【——Completed, "Animal World"】

Such a childish and solemn voice sounded in the ears of Aiwass and Aleister.
Chapter completed!