Whiskey Horsen was tied to the Island of the Dead where the great poet Tito once suffered. This place was once covered with the corpses of the Hinsai people hundreds of years ago, but after the death of Saint Tito, it became a
Ancient ruins.
There are stone piles standing on the edge of the island. The once dirty and stench has been cleaned away. A square has been dug out in the center of the island and the ground has been 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 backpack and the old man wearing a stone helmet were back to back.
The eyes of the two were firm and pious, one bowed his head to pray, the other looked up.
The rock wall in the background depicts the scene of the God-given land, the endless sea of suns and flowers, and the pyramid temple.
besides.
High above the sky and stars is the symbol of Insai and the Creator.
Even in the Kingdom of Demonic Abyss, Tito is still regarded as a sacred person.
His legendary experiences are also known to the nobles and people of the Kingdom of Demonic Abyss, and his "Hymn of the King of Wisdom" is also sung in the Kingdom of Demonic Abyss.
Weiss Horsen's hands and feet were chained by stone shackles and tied 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 Demonic Abyss Knight said.
Perhaps, only the will of the gods can save him.
The female Demonic Abyss Knight stood in front of the weak Whistle Horsen, looking at him with eyes filled with hatred.
"Weishi Huosen, the prince of the Volcano Kingdom."
"Our sins were forgiven by the great God Yinsai the moment the first generation King of Demonic Abyss ascended to the kingdom of gods."
"Now, in the sight of God and the saints."
"Pay for your sins!"
The people of the Demonic Abyss dived into the sea again, and only Whis Hotson was left in this forbidden sea area.
Under the fierce sun.
Weishi Huosen felt the hotness of his bone armor and felt the water in his body being taken away little by little, while dizziness and hunger crept into his heart.
His fingers moved slightly.
He could feel that his powerful power was still there, and the power derived from wisdom, power and blood was still rolling inside his body.
As long as he releases it, he can untie his shackles.
But as soon as he uses his wisdom and power, the Cup of the Sun will draw out his mythical blood and then swallow him completely.
Hope and death condensed into a ring at this moment.
It was a circle from which he could not escape.
This is the scariest thing.
The Knight of the Demon Abyss did not completely force him into a desperate situation, but banished him into the desert and gave him a glass of water.
By drinking the water from the cup, he might walk out of the desert.
But the water in the cup is poisonous.
He finally felt what real despair was, what real pain and suffering was.
The most terrifying darkness is not falling into the abyss, but false hope.
In pain and torture, he trembled his fingers again and again, trying to break free from the shackles on his body.
His eyes revealed desire and expectation.
But when he saw the bright cup of the sun on his shoulder, he stopped with a look of horror on his face.
The cycle went back and forth again and again, wandering between determination and hesitation again and again, and finally drove him completely crazy.
"ah!"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"You bitch, you despicable monster, the descendant of sinners."
"And you Henir, and all those who betrayed me and coveted my throne."
"I curse you, I curse you to a bad death."
"I curse you..."
If Saint Tito still had faith and ideals to support him in despair, Prince Weiss' heart has completely turned to darkness at this moment.
His heart is empty, nothing can fill the void, nothing can stop him from falling towards madness.
He could only vent his inner fear and despair by roaring loudly and struggling like crazy.
He cursed Henir and those who betrayed him.
He cursed those monsters angrily.
Until he no longer had the strength to curse or curse, and he was leaning on the stone pile dying.
The blazing light shone on his eyes, and in his blurred eyes, he saw a silver shadow in the distance crossing 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 searching for came from the far side of the sea and passed by the island right before his eyes.
"ah!"
"It is the sacred boat."
He did not think that the sacred ship passed here accidentally, and what he saw now completely verified his previous thoughts.
Weiss Hotson looked at it with blurred eyes and murmured weakly.
"So, are you really following the great poet's journey back?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Do you want to return to the kingdom of gods again?"
He saw the sacred ship coming from the horizon and arriving at the edge of the island, only a short distance away from him.
Then, a little bit, it started to move away from him.
"do not go!"
"Don't go!"
He shouted in despair and cried bitterly.
At this moment, he no longer has the glory of His Royal Highness, and he has nothing to be proud of as he has fallen to the extreme.
He begged, violently banging his head on the stone pile as if kowtowing, as if he wanted to attract the attention of the sacred ship.
His behavior and expression were more humble than any slave he had ever seen.
"Wait for me!"
"Wait for me!"
"Help me!"
pity.
He is not the great poet Tito.
He is not a saint who carries an artifact on a pilgrimage to the kingdom of gods, and no one will come to rescue him with God's will.
The sacred boat sailed away in the dreamy starlight without any stop.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Weiss Hotson burst out with wisdom and power, and his spiritual power broke through his mind and consciousness, creating a violent storm.
In the midst of the roar, his mental power controlled a stone to fall from a high place, smashing the stone shackles that bound his hands.
He untied the shackles on his hands, but did not have the strength to untie the shackles on his feet.
"Wait for me!"
"Wait for me!"
Dragging the stone shackles with his legs, he crawled towards the sacred ship that reflected the silver light under the sun, the ship leading to the Kingdom of God.
He wanted to board the sacred ship.
He climbed to the edge of the island, and just a few meters further he could climb onto the sacred ship.
A silver boat full of hope.
Ecstasy appeared on his face, but at the same time he felt something.
Look back.
He saw that the Cup of the Sun, which was integrated with him, had drained the mythical blood from his body and expanded to the limit.
The transformed sunflower cup opened its mouthparts,
"ah!"--
His Royal Highness died, leaving only a corpse.
A beautiful flower bloomed among the corpses, and its dense roots took root in Weiss Hosen's body, swallowing up all his flesh and blood.
Even the bones were crushed and swallowed into the flower cup.
It is the flower that bloomed out of Weiss Horsen's despair.
It has acquired consciousness and awakened its own wisdom.
"Um?"
The spiritual power bloomed, and it also saw the sacred boat in the distance.
It didn't know what it was, but there was an urge in its heart to chase the sacred ship, and it had a strong desire to board that ship.
The Cup of the Sun that swallowed up Weiss Horsen seemed to have inherited part of his memory, chasing the sacred ship on the sea under the sun.