I AM GOD!

Two figures swam across the sea and passed through the Deep Sea Demonic Abyss, a cursed place that made all the people in Sanye change their minds after hearing about it.

Even the people of the Demonic Abyss are unwilling to come near this place, for fear of being exiled to the eternal darkness by God again.

Looking down, you can see a bottomless trench leading straight to the deepest part of the sea. The dark world is like a big mouth that swallows everything. Passing above it feels like escaping from the teeth and lips of the most terrifying monster in the world.

Tito surfaced and relied on the power of the God's Cup to observe his surroundings.

Invisible to his eyes, the light leading to the God-given land was still guiding him in the direction.

"over there."

"Got to go that way."

The old man in the stone helmet caught up from behind, much slower than before, and seemed a little slow.

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

The poet feels something is wrong: "You are hurt."

There were cracks on the carapace on the chest of the old man in the stone helmet. He did suffer some injuries, but it was hard to tell whether they were serious or not from the outside.

The old man himself didn't care too much: "I'm getting older, and I'm no longer what I used to be."

"Even a few collisions are too much to bear. This body is already as fragile as sand and gravel."

The carapace of the people of the Demon Abyss will gradually become fragile as they grow older, which is exactly the opposite of the people of the Three-Leaf Man.

The bone armor of the three-leaf people becomes harder as they age, gradually becoming like stone.

Tito asked with concern: "Is it serious?"

He had never thought before that he would be so concerned about the safety of a person from the Demonic Abyss, and even become friends with a king of the Demonic Abyss.

The old man in the stone helmet stopped and took a few breaths: "It's not serious. Let's go on our way first."

Dive into the water again and cross the blue sea and the devil's abyss.

A few days later.

The two people followed the guidance of the Cup of God and could no longer see any landmarks in the vast sea.

There are no islands, no towns of Hinsey, and no ruins.

They didn't know where they were or how far they were from the Deep Sea Demonic Abyss.

They can only be sure that their direction is correct, but where exactly is the God-given land and how long will it take to reach it, or whether it can be reached.

Both men knew nothing.

The old man in the stone helmet was too weak to move forward, and his injuries were much more serious than he said.

He swam and began to sink toward the bottom of the sea.

Tito suddenly grabbed the old man in the stone helmet and lifted him up on his body.

"I'm carrying you."

The old man in the stone helmet was silent for a while and then said two words.

"Thanks."

The two people supported each other and continued to move forward. Tito was the cane of the old man in the stone helmet, and the old man in the stone helmet was Tito's eyes.

As dusk fell, the two people slowly sneaked into the golden sea.

The afterglow of the sun shines through the sea and reflects into the water, which also brings warmth and hope to the two people.

Above the golden horizon, a shadow suddenly appeared.

The two people didn't notice it at first, but as they got closer and closer, the shadow continued to enlarge.

The old man in the stone helmet finally saw clearly what it was.

It's an island.

The old man in the stone helmet held down Tito, his pupils dilated for a moment.

What kind of island is that? It reflects the brilliance under the sun.

From a distance, it looks like pure gold.

Holy, holy.

It also has the eternity of gold.

"Appeared?"

"It really happened!"

Tito was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately realized what happened.

"Really? Really?"

"Right...in front?"

The poet's voice has a vibrato when he speaks.

He set out from the Temple of the Sky, walked an unknown distance and encountered many difficulties along the way. Is he finally reaching the end?

The old man in the stone helmet was even more excited than the poet. He looked at the island and kept talking.

"The land given by God, there really is a land given by God."

"It turns out to be God!"

"Really...exists!"

The two people speeded up and headed towards the God-given land.

The water became shallower and shallower, and the two people stepped out of the sea little by little and entered the kingdom of God.

Tito asked impatiently: "Tell me quickly."

"What does the God-given land look like? Is it as beautiful as the one in the legend?"

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

It is an endless sea of ​​flowers.

He had never seen such a magnificent scenery. He suddenly felt strength coming out of his body, and he got rid of the poet and headed forward.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed and gave way to a path.

They are welcoming poets and old people.

"The sea of ​​flowers in the Cup of the Sun is just like what you said. There is a sea of ​​flowers with no end in sight."

Tito also responded excitedly: "The records of the Sky Temple are actually true. Priest Schroeder has really seen the God-given land."

The old man in the stone helmet raised his head.

Looking towards the center along the boundless sea of ​​flowers, I finally saw the pyramid temple in the sea of ​​flowers.

A huge dream bubble envelops the magnificent pyramid, with countless colorful disillusions flowing on it.

He conveyed his voice with wisdom and power, shouting with all his strength.

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

"Temple."

"The pyramids, and the temple of the **** Insai."

"God is still here, and the gods are still standing here."

Tito also groped towards the front, and he smelled the fragrance of flowers.

A powerful force emanated from his consciousness and explored the surroundings.

He felt the scene around him.

It's felt, not seen.

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

It was as if the picture was projected directly into his consciousness and presented directly in his brain.

"The land given by God."

"I saw it."

"It's really...so beautiful."

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

"King Lederiki's blood boils in your body."

"Congratulations, poet, for awakening your wisdom and power."

The two of them walked along the road that was cleared by the sea of ​​flowers. They saw the God-Given City and the stone monument standing in front of the God-Given City.

The poet couldn't wait to step forward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net swept the stone tablet with his mental energy and immediately saw what was carved on it.

"Look."

"This is the stone tablet erected by your ancestors, His Highness Enns and His Highness Boone, the sons of King Lederiki."

"It also contains their stories, the stories of how they founded Enns City and Boone City."

The old man in the stone helmet approached the stone tablet and touched the lines on it with his own hands.

He knelt down and held his arms in front of him.

Worship your ancestors.

After Tito finished reading, he walked past the stone monument.

He wanted to step into the city given by God and meet the great Yinsai.

However, the old man in the stone helmet stopped. He knelt in front of the stone monument and did not get up, nor could he move forward.

In other words, he didn't dare to go any further.

Tito turned around and shouted to the old man in the stone helmet.

"Aren't you going up?"

"Don't you want to come here to find answers?"

The old man in the stone helmet stood up, took off his mask, and looked at Tito with a smile suddenly on his face.

Tito had never imagined that a person from the Demonic Abyss could smile so peacefully and peacefully.

"No."

"I've... found the answer."

After saying these words, the old man in the stone helmet became motionless.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

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

The unknown king is dead.

The wind stirred up the waves of the sea of ​​flowers, and the cups of the sun that had moved out of the way were withdrawn one by one, and he was submerged in them, never to be seen again.

The poet stood absentmindedly.

Until the moment of his death, the poet did not know the name of the old man in the stone helmet, let alone the answer he was seeking. No pop-ups, timely updates!