Two figures swim across the sea, passing through the deep sea, a cursed land where all the three leaves are heard.

　　 Even the people of Demon Abyss are unwilling to approach here, afraid of being exiled by God to the eternal dark realm again.

　　 Looking down, you can see a bottomless trench that leads to the deepest part of the seabed. The dark world is like a big mouth that swallows everything, and the feeling of passing from above is like escaping from the lips of the most terrifying monster in the world.

　　 Tito emerged from the water, observing the surroundings relying on the power of the cup of god.

　　 Invisible to the eyes, the light leading to the god-given land is still guiding him.

"over there."

　　 "You have to go over there."

　　 The old man with Stone Helmet chased up from behind, a lot slower than before, and it seemed a bit sluggish.

　　Tito even heard his irregular gasps, which made people feel extremely weak.

　　 The poet felt something was wrong: "You are hurt."

　　 There were cracks on the carapace of the old man's chest, and he did suffer some injuries, but it was not serious from the outside.

　　 The old man himself doesn't care too much: "I am getting older, no longer than before."

　　 "Even if it was a few collisions, it was somewhat unbearable. This body is already as fragile as sand and stone."

　　The carapace of the people of Demon Abyss will gradually become fragile as they get older, just the opposite of Sanyeren.

　　 The older the Sanyeren’s bone armor is, the harder it becomes, and it gradually becomes like a stone.

　　 Tito asked concerned: "Is it serious?"

　　 He had never thought that he would care so much about the safety of the people of the Demon Abyss, and even become friends with the king of the Demon Abyss.

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet stopped and gasped for a few breaths: "It's not too serious, let's hurry up."

　　 dived into the water again, passing through the blue sea and the magic abyss.

　　 a few days later.

　　 The two people followed the guidance of the Cup of God, and there were no more signs in this vast sea.

　　 There are no islands, no towns in Hiinsae, and no remains.

　　 They don't know where they are or how far they are from the Demon Abyss of the Deep Sea.

　　 They can only make sure that their direction is not wrong, but where is the god-given land, how long will it take to reach it, or whether it can be reached.

　　 Both people know nothing.

　　 The Old Man Stone Helmet was already too weak to move forward, and his injuries were much more serious than he said.

　　 He swam around and began to sink under the sea.

　　 Tito suddenly grabbed the Old Stonehelmet and put him on top of him.

　　 "I am carrying you on my back."

　　 The old man Stone Helmet was silent for a while before uttering two words.

"thanks."

　　 The two continued to move forward while supporting each other. Tito was the walking stick of the Stonehelmet and the eyes of the Stonehelmet.

　　 Evening came, and the two slowly sneaked in the golden sea.

　　 The afterglow of the sun shines through the surface of the sea and is reflected in the sea, which also brings warmth and hope to the two people.

　　 Above the golden sea horizon, a shadow suddenly appeared.

　　 At first, the two people hadn't noticed, as they got closer and closer, the shadow continued to enlarge.

　　 The Old Man Stone Helmet finally saw clearly what it was.

　　 is an island.

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet pressed Tito, his pupils dilated for an instant.

　　 What kind of island is that, reflecting the brilliance under the sun's bath.

　　 From a distance, it seems to be pure golden.

　　 sacred, holy.

　　 also has eternity like gold.

"Appeared?"

　　 "It really appeared!"

　　 Tito was taken aback for a moment, and then he immediately reacted to what had happened.

　　 "Really? Really?"

　　 "Are you right in front of...?"

　　 The voice of the poet speaks with vibrato.

　　 He set off from the Sky Temple. He didn't know how far he went and how many difficulties he encountered. Is this finally reaching the end?

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet was more excited than the poet. He looked at the island and kept talking.

　　 "God-given land, there is really a god-given land."

　　 "So God!"

　　 "Really...exist!"

　　 The two accelerated their speed and headed towards the god-given land.

　　 The sea is getting shallower and shallower, and the two of them walked out of the sea a little bit and set foot on the kingdom of God.

　　 Tito couldn’t wait to ask, "Tell me quickly."

　　 "What is the god-given land like? Is it as beautiful as the legend?"

　　 The stone helmet old man raised his head from Tito's shoulder, and finally saw clearly what the gold was.

　　 is an endless sea of ​​flowers.

　　 He had never seen such a magnificent scenery before. He suddenly felt power surging out of his body, getting rid of the poet and heading forward.

　　 The sea of ​​flowers swayed, giving way to a path.

　　 They are welcoming poets and old people.

　　 "The sea of ​​flowers in the cup of the sun, as you said, there is a sea of ​​flowers with no end in sight."

　　 Tito also responded excitedly: "The record of the Sky Temple turned out to be true. Priest Schroeder has really seen God-given land."

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet raised his head.

　　 looked towards the center along the endless sea of ​​flowers, and finally saw the pyramid temple in the sea of ​​flowers.

　　 A huge dream bubble wraps the magnificent pyramid in it, and countless colorful disillusions flow on it,

　　 He used his wisdom and power to communicate his voice and shouted as hard as he could.

　　 seemed to be telling Tito what he saw, but it was more like expressing his inner excitement.

　　 "Temple."

　　 "The pyramid and the temple of Insai."

　　 "The **** is here, and the **** still stands here."

　　 Tito also fumbled and walked towards the front, he smelled a scent of flowers.

　　 A powerful force radiated from his consciousness and reached the surroundings.

　　 He felt the surrounding scenes.

　　 is feeling, not seeing.

　　 The ground, the sea of ​​flowers, the stone tablets, the ruins.

　　 is as if the picture is projected directly into his consciousness, directly in his brain.

　　 "God-given land."

　　 "I saw it."

　　 "It's... so beautiful."

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet looked back at Tito and noticed the changes in Tito's body.

　　 "The blood of King Ledericky is boiling over you."

　　 "Congratulations, poet, you have awakened wisdom and power."

　　 The two walked along the road that made way for the sea of ​​flowers. They saw the god-given city and the stone monument standing in front of the god-given city.

　　The poet can't wait to step forward~lightnovelpub.net~ The spiritual power swept over the stone monument and immediately saw what was carved on it.

　　 "Look at it."

　　 "This is the stele set up by your ancestors, His Royal Highness Ens and His Highness Boone, the parents and sons of King Ledrich."

　　 "There are also their stories recorded here, the story of their establishment of Enns City and Boone City."

　　 The old man with Stone Helmet approached the stone monument and touched the lines on it with his own hands.

　　 He knelt down, holding his arms in front of him.

　　 worship to their ancestors.

　　 After watching Tito, he walked past the stele.

　　He wants to step into the god-given city, and go to see the great Insai.

　　 However, the old man in Stone Helmet stopped. He didn't get up and couldn't move forward anymore.

　　 In other words, he dared not go any further.

　　 Tito turned his head and shouted at the old man in Stonehelm.

　　 "Aren't you going up?"

　　 "Don't you want to come here to find the answer?"

　　 The old man in Stone Helmet lifted his body and stared at Tito's face suddenly overflowing with a smile.

　　Tito had never imagined that the smile of a citizen of the Demon Abyss could be so peaceful and peaceful.

"No."

　　 "I have...found the answer."

　　 After saying this, the old man in Stone Helmet was motionless.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

　　 Tito called the old man, but there was no response.

　　 The nameless king is dead.

　　 The wind set off the waves of the sea of ​​flowers, and let the cup of the sun that opened the road retracted one by one, and then submerged him in it, and can no longer see it.

　　 The poet stands absentmindedly.

　　 Until the moment he died, the poet still didn't know the name of Old Stonehelmet, let alone what the answer he was looking for.