I am God Chapter 67: : God-given land and answer

Two figures swam across the ocean, passing through the abyss of the deep sea, a cursed place where all the Sanye people turned pale upon hearing it.

Even the people of the Demon Abyss are unwilling to approach this place, fearing that they will be exiled by the gods to the eternal darkness again.

Going down, you can see a bottomless trench leading to the deepest part of the seabed. The dark world is like a big mouth that devours everything. Passing through it feels like passing through the teeth of the most terrifying monster in the world. get away.

Tito emerged from the water, relying on the power of the God's Cup to observe the surroundings.

He couldn't see it with his eyes, but the light leading to the land bestowed by the gods was still guiding him.

"Over there."

"Going over there."

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

Tito could even hear his irregular breathing, which made one feel extremely weak.

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

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

The old man himself doesn't care too much: "I'm getting older, I'm not as good as I used to be."

"Even if it hits a few times, I can't bear it anymore. This body is already as fragile as sand."

The carapace of the people of Moyuan will gradually become weaker as they get older, which is just the opposite of the Sanye people.

The older the bone armor of the Sanye people, the harder it is, gradually becoming like a stone.

Tito asked with concern: "Is it serious?"

He never thought that he would be so concerned about the safety of a person in the abyss, and even become friends with the king of a country in the abyss.

The old man in stone helmet stopped and took a few breaths: "It's not too serious, let's hurry."

Dive into the water again, across the blue sea and the magic abyss.

A few days later.

The two of them followed the guidance of the God's Cup all the way, and there were no more markers in this vast sea.

There are no islands, no townships of Heinsay, and no ruins.

They don't know where they are, and how far they are from the abyss of the deep sea.

They can only make sure that their direction is correct, but where is the land bestowed by the gods, how long will it take to arrive, or whether they will be able to arrive.

Both are ignorant.

The stone helmet old man is too weak to move forward, and his injuries are much more serious than what he said.

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

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

"I'm carrying you behind my back."

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

"Thank you."

The two 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 slowly sneaked into the golden sea.

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

On the golden horizon, a shadow suddenly appeared.

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

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

It is an island.

The old man with the stone helmet held down Tito, his pupils dilated instantly.

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

From a distance, it looks like pure gold.

Holy, holy.

It also has the eternity of gold.

"Are there?"

"It really happened!"

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

"Really? Really?"

"Just ahead?"

The voices of poets are trembling.

He set out from the Sky Temple and traveled all the way. He didn't know how far he traveled 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.

"The land bestowed by the gods, there really is a land bestowed by the gods."

"So God!"

"It really exists!"

The two speeded up and headed towards the land bestowed by God.

The sea became shallower and shallower, and the two of them walked out of the sea little by little, and stepped into the kingdom of God.

Tito asked impatiently: "Tell me quickly."

"What is the land bestowed by the gods? Is it as beautiful as the one in the legend?"

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

It is a boundless sea of ​​flowers.

He had never seen such a magnificent scene before, he suddenly felt a surge of strength in his body, he got rid of the poet and moved 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 is just like what you said, there is an endless sea of ​​flowers here."

Tito also responded excitedly: "The records of the Sky Temple are actually true. Priest Schroeder really saw the land bestowed by God."

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 wraps the magnificent pyramid in it, and countless colorful disillusions flow on it,

He transmitted his voice with wisdom and power, and shouted with all his might.

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

"Shrine."

"Pyramid, and the temple of Insai."

"The gods are still here, and the gods are still standing here."

Tito also groped forward, and he smelled a scent of flowers.

A powerful force emanated from his consciousness and reached out to the surroundings.

He sensed the scene around him.

It's about feeling, not seeing.

Ground, sea of ​​flowers, steles, ruins.

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

"God-given land."

"I see it."

"It's really beautiful."

The old man in the stone helmet looked back at Tito, and noticed the change in Tito.

"The blood of King Radlich boils in your body."

"Congratulations to you poet, you have awakened the power of wisdom."

The two walked along the road that the sea of ​​flowers gave way to, and they saw the city bestowed by the gods, and the stone tablet standing in front of the city bestowed by the gods.

The poet couldn't wait to step forward, his mental power swept across the stele and he immediately saw what was engraved on it.

"Take a look."

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

"It also records their stories, the stories of their establishment of Enns City and Boone City."

The old man in the stone helmet approached the stele, touching the lines on it with his own hands.

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

To pay homage to one's ancestors.

After Tito finished reading, he walked past the stele.

He will step into the city bestowed by the gods and meet the great Insay.

However, the old man with the stone helmet stopped in his tracks. He prostrated himself in front of the stone tablet and did not get up, nor could he move forward.

In other words, he dared not go any further.

Tito turned his head and shouted at the stone helmet old man.

"Aren't you going up?"

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

The old man with the stone helmet raised his body, staring at Tito with a sudden smile on his face.

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

"No need."

"I've found the answer."

After saying this, the old man in stone helmet remained motionless.

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

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

The nameless king is dead.

The wind whipped up the waves of the sea of ​​flowers, allowing the cups of the sun that opened the way to be retracted one by one, submerging him in it, and he was never seen again.

The poet stands lost in thought.

Until the moment of his death, the poet did not know the name of the old man Stone Helmet, let alone what the answer he was looking for was.