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- Wes Howson was tied up on the Isle of the Dead where the great poet Tito once suffered. This place was full of the corpses of the Hiinsai hundreds of years ago, but after the death of Saint Tito, it became a city. ancient ruins.
There are stone piles standing on the edge of the island. The mess and stench of the past have been cleaned up. A square was dug in the center of the island, and the ground was paved with stone slabs.
On it, stands the statue of the great poet and the first King of the Demon Abyss.
The great poet Tito was carrying a pannier on his back, and the old man wearing a stone helmet was back to back.
The eyes of the two are firm and pious, one bows his head to pray, and the other looks up.
The rock wall in the background depicts the scene of the land bestowed by the gods, the endless sea of ??sunflowers, and the pyramid temple.
besides.
Above the sky and the stars, it symbolizes the god Insai and the Creator.
Even in the Kingdom of Demon Abyss, Tito is still regarded as a holy person.
His legendary experience is also known to the nobles and people of the Demon Abyss Kingdom, and his "Hymn of the King of Wisdom" is also sung in the Demon Abyss Kingdom.
Weiss Huo Sen's hands and feet were chained by stone shackles and bound to one of the stone piles. Without strong strength and weapons, it would be difficult to open the stone shackles.
Just like what the female devil knight said.
Perhaps, only the will of the gods can save him.
The Demon Abyss Knight stood in front of the weak Whis Hosen, looking at him with eyes full of hatred.
"Whis Hosen, Prince of the Volcano Kingdom."
"Our sins were forgiven by the great God Insai the moment the first King of the Demon Abyss ascended to the kingdom of the gods."
"Now, under the watchful eye of God and saints."
"Pay for your sins!"
The people of the Demon Abyss dived into the sea again, and only Weiss Huo Sen was left in this forbidden sea area.
Under the fierce sun.
Weiss Huo Sen felt the scorching heat of the bone armor, felt the moisture in his body being taken away little by little, and dizziness, hunger and thirst climbed into his heart.
His fingers moved slightly.
He can feel that his powerful power is still there, and the power derived from wisdom, power and blood is still rolling in his body.
As long as he releases it, he can unlock the shackles on himself.
But as soon as he uses the power of wisdom, the cup of the sun will draw his mythical blood, and then swallow him completely.
Hope and death, condensed into a ring at this moment.
It was a ring that he could not escape no matter what.
This is the scariest thing.
The female demon knight did not drive him into a desperate situation, but exiled him into the desert and gave him a glass of water.
By drinking the water in the cup, he may walk out of the desert.
But the water in the cup is poisonous.
He finally felt what is real despair, what is real pain and suffering.
The most terrifying darkness is not falling into the abyss, but false hope.
He was in pain and torment, shaking his fingers again and again, trying to break free from the shackles on his body.
In the eyes, there is desire and expectation.
But when he saw the bright cup of the sun on his shoulder, he stopped with a look of horror.
The cycle went back and forth again and again, and he wandered between determination and hesitation again and again, which finally drove him completely crazy.
"ah!"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"You slut, you lowly monster, offspring of sinners."
"And you, Henir, and all those who betrayed me and coveted my throne."
"I curse you, I curse you to die badly."
"I curse you"
If Saint Tito still had faith and ideals to support him in despair, the heart of Prince Whispers has completely turned into darkness at this moment.
His heart was empty, and nothing could fill the void, nothing could stop his descent into madness.
He could only vent his inner fear and despair by roaring loudly and struggling like crazy.
He cursed Henir, and cursed those who betrayed him.
He cursed at the monsters.
Until he didn't even have the strength to curse and curse, and leaned on the stone pile dying.
The blazing light shone on his eyes, and in his blurry eyes, he saw something in the distanceA silver shadow came far across the sea.
"what is that!"
"Is it an illusion?"
The shadow is getting closer and clearer.
He saw with his own eyes that the sacred boat he was looking for came from afar from the sea, and passed by the shore of the island right in front of him.
"ah!"
"It's a sacred boat."
He didn't think the sacred boat passed by by accident, and what he saw at this moment completely verified his previous thoughts.
Weiss Hosen looked at it with blurred eyes, and whispered weakly.
"So, are you really following the journey of the great poet and returning?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Do you want to return to the kingdom of the gods again?"
He saw the sacred ship approaching from the horizon, reaching the edge of the island, only a few feet away from him.
Then, a little bit began to move away from him.
"do not go!"
"Don't go!"
He cried out in despair and wept bitterly.
At this moment, he has lost the glory of His Royal Highness, and he has nothing to be proud of when he has fallen to the extreme.
He begged bitterly, violently hitting the stone pile with his head as if kowtowing, as if he wanted to attract the attention of the sacred boat.
His behavior and expression were more humble than the slaves he had seen before.
"Wait for me!"
"Wait for me!"
"Help me!"
pity.
He is not the great poet Tito.
He is not a saint who goes on a pilgrimage to the kingdom of the gods with a divine weapon, and no one will come to rescue him with the will of God.
The sacred boat that went away in the dreamy starlight did not stop at all.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Weiss Huo Sen burst out with wisdom and power, and his mental power broke through his mind and consciousness, creating a violent storm.
Amidst the roar, mental power controlled a stone to fall from a height, smashing the stone shackles that bound his hands.
He untied the shackles on his hands, but he didn't have the strength to undo the shackles on his feet.
"Wait for me!"
"Wait for me!"
Dragging the stone shackles with his legs, he climbed towards the sacred boat that reflected the silver light under the sun, the ship leading to the kingdom of gods.
He wanted to board that sacred ship.
He had climbed to the edge of the island, and just a few meters further he could have climbed onto the sacred ship.
The silver boat full of hope.
Ecstasy welled up on his face, but at the same time he felt something.
Turn around.
He saw that the cup of the sun that was integrated with him had drained the mythical blood in his body and swelled to the limit.
The metamorphic sunflower cup opened its mouthparts,
"ah!"¡ª¡ª
His Royal Highness died, leaving only a corpse.
A beautiful flower bloomed among the corpses, and its dense roots took root in Weiss Horsen's body, devouring all his flesh and blood.
Even the bones were crushed and swallowed into the flower cup.
It was the flower that blossomed out of the despair of Welsh Horsen.
It has consciousness and awakened its own wisdom.
"Um?"
Spiritual power bloomed, and it also saw the sacred boat in the distance.
It doesn't know what it is, and there is an urge to chase the sacred boat in its heart, and it has a strong desire to board that boat.
The Goblet of the Sun that devoured Whis Hosen seems to have inherited part of his memory, chasing the sacred boat on the sea under the sun. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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