He ran all the way from Winchester to Southampton, and rowed on the sea for several hours. His physical strength had already exceeded the limit. What forced him to keep moving was the fear in his heart - many people who commit sins will
Yes, fear of God and punishment.
Until a new continent appears on the intersection between sea and sky. Viewed from a distance, the edge of the earth extends to both sides, almost without edge.
He looked back and saw that the sea was calm, with only slight waves. Quetzalcoatl, which had been chasing him all the way, was still missing, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really tired and hungry. He saw a fishing net on the boat, caught a net of fish, and swallowed it alive with the scales and internal organs. Then he fell asleep on the boat and let it float on the sea.
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The wind carried his boat towards the side of the mainland. After an unknown amount of time, when he woke up, the edge of the continent had completely changed, but it still continued to extend to both sides.
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"What a big continent... Bjorn is right, this new continent is no less large than Aztlan."
If this news is brought back to Aztlan, it should attract the attention of the Sun King. And he will also be rewarded. As for the things he did in England, since all his companions were arrested, no one will know about it.
The sun was shining with a dazzling light, and he felt that the future was full of hope.
The ship docked at a port. Izcoatl climbed onto the land and glanced around, only to find that there were almost no people in the port. There was only a painter setting up an easel to paint. The painter noticed him and rushed towards him.
He smiled kindly: "It's really rare that there are still foreigners coming here now."
Izcoatl did not understand the situation on this continent and did not dare to act rashly. Instead, he asked cautiously: "Is this a small village?"
The painter shook his head: "No, this was a bustling port a month ago. But because of the disease, no cargo ships are willing to dock here."
"'That disease'? Which one?"
"You didn't come from Africa, did you?" The painter glanced at the strange service on Izcoatl, "Now when we say 'that disease', of course we mean the 'black disease'.
People don't want to say its full name, it's too scary, just like the god of death, whoever says this name, it comes to your door."
Izcoatl understood what the painter was referring to and asked with some fear: "Is there also the 'black disease' here?"
"Brother, this disease has almost destroyed half of the world. Did you escape here from other epidemic areas? Hey, his speed is much faster than yours. Even if you continue to flee westward, it will not help.
, I heard it arrived in Britain not long ago."
"I know, I know, I came from Britain." Izcoatl was extremely scared, "Is there no safe place in the world anymore?"
"If there is, Sweden is probably the safest place. The king there has the magical power to drive away the black god of death. You see, this place is empty, and many people have already moved there. If you want to run away, I suggest you go there as well.
That direction."
As soon as he heard the words "King of Sweden", there was a "boom" in Izkoatl's head. He forced a smile and said: "Forget it about Sweden. If Sweden is really that safe, why don't you
Where was the past?"
"It's too cold there and I can't stand it. Even if we go, Sweden may not accept us. And the plague is not entirely a bad thing for me. It at least gives me inspiration for creation."
The painter waved to Izcoatl, motioning for him to come over and take a look at the painting he was creating. Izcoatl leaned over and trembled with fear after just one glance——
That painting is so contagious. On the dark and gloomy background, on the canvas that has not been completely painted, you can see many skeletons holding hands and dancing. Some of those skeletons are luxuriously dressed, some are ragged, and some are dressed in rags.
Armor, some wearing white robes, and some of them even wore crowns and held scepters. Their dance movements were extremely twisted, resembling the twisting and twitching muscles of patients suffering from the Black Death in the late stages of the disease. In the background was a village.
Burning beneath this dance.
"This is the painting I am creating." The painter introduced, "It's called "Dance of Death."
"This, this is... the end of the world?"
"The end of the world?" The painter repeated the word and nodded excitedly, "You are right, this is the end of the world! The final day of judgment is coming, and God will begin to destroy the world he created!
He draws it in, draws it in..."
As he spoke, he dipped his pen in paint and began to add a vaguely visible god on the background, with open hands to welcome these skeletons.
He was so engrossed in the painting that he completely failed to notice that Izkoatl, who was beside him, took several steps back in fear. Izkoatl's whole body was trembling - he had been running away all night and he was completely distracted.
As for him, he finally remembered that the fifth era was about to be destroyed!
Tezcatpolica has begun to destroy the world, from west to east... At this rate, we will reach Aztlan soon!
The sun was obscured by a drifting cloud.
"Yeah, it's useless even if you run back... In order to survive, you have to gain enough strength to survive!"
His eyes when he looked at the painter were filled with murderous intent. He lightly stamped his foot, and the ground suddenly shook violently. Pieces of sharp gravel jumped into the air, and were driven towards the painter by his magic power.
His body was stabbed everywhere!
The world suddenly became quiet, the painter disappeared, the gravel disappeared, and the scenery around him also changed. Izcoatl found himself suddenly in a colorful church. Under a slightly glowing cross,
A ragged priest turned around slowly.
"I have never experienced such a dirty magic. It smells of blood from beginning to end. You must have killed many innocent people for this magic." The priest stared at Izcoatl and asked seriously.
He said, "I only have one question, is this the custom of your country or your personal sin?"
Suddenly coming to a strange place, Izcoatl was terrified. He didn't know who this priest was, but when he found that he couldn't sense any magic power from this priest, he laughed wildly:
"I have killed many people, but who am I to answer your question? Is it a national custom or something I did personally? What does it have to do with you?"
While laughing, he concentrated his magic power, hoping to kill this guy of unknown origin in front of him in one fell swoop. But his laughter suddenly stopped - he stared at his hands in horror, and he realized that the magic power all over his body was like being captured by
Once locked in a cage, no matter how hard you try, you can't be released!
But I heard the priest’s voice coming from the front:
"Of course it does matter. If this is the custom of your country, then I'm afraid I have to cleanse your country from beginning to end, and then give the sheep that have gone astray for redemption."
In front of Izcoatl, who fell into despair, the priest's robe began to flutter.
"My name is Gregory. Open your eyes and see clearly the cross above. This is the last scene you can see."
