Mycrov continent, southern waters, border and distant seas.

The endless and vast blue sea in the south is covered with clouds all day long, and the storm is raging, as if it is rejecting all outsiders.

But among the tumbling whirlpools and sea tides, there is a gray-white island that stands tall. It hides in the mist and waves, allowing the surging sea waves to slap the reefs on its cliff shore at will, making it so indestructible.

In the legend of sea people, this is not the true face of the gray-white island. If one day the storm in the distant sea stops and the clouds dissipate, then a pure white and flawless mountain will appear in the surging waves, reaching the top and exploring into the air, and being covered by white clouds.

Church of the Seven Gods, the Holy Mountain of the Far Sea.

The gray island called Eda is surrounded by cliffs, and in front of its only sea estuary, there is a huge holy white stone tablet with several big red characters as bright as fire.

‘Where faith comes, the storm ceases’

On the gray island, there are many white buildings and temple communities, and tens of thousands of residents live here. They are all priests of the Church of the Seven Gods, who are trained or serve the trainers.

Some people are born here and will die here. New people come here to receive the tempering of their faith, and then become qualified priests and return to the mainland to fight against evil and drive out diseases. Many elderly people return to this place to spend their old age after working hard for a lifetime and enjoy the tranquility of the holy land.

As the place where all the faiths of the human race gather in the world, the gray island is shrouded in an extremely strong power of holy light all day long. Under this light, all evil cannot approach and cannot hide. The eyes of the seven human gods are always staring here.

And in the central temple, the teleportation center.

Accompanied by a silver-white flash, a bloody knight walked out of the teleportation array.

His armor was covered with scars, and traces left by acid and various strange attacks were everywhere. Under the purification of the power of the holy light on the gray island, the knight let out a sigh of pain, but moaned with some pleasure. Countless black gas emerged from his wounds and armor, and was purified inch by inch and turned into nothingness.

After resting for a while and recovering a little physical strength, the knight passed through the obstruction of the temple guards in silence, refusing the servants to change their armor and clean their bodies. He advanced all the way, passing through the building complex on the gray island, as if he wanted to walk to the holiest mountain hidden in the clouds with this filthy body.

Legend has it that only after seven days and seven nights can we step onto the holy mountain on the top.

The guards and servants on the road seemed to know the knight. They hesitated to look at each other, not knowing whether they should stop them, but just as they hesitated, the knight had already climbed the Holy Mountain.

The pure white mountain is like a sharp sword, penetrates into the depths of the cumulus clouds, lightning flows through its mountainside, and thunder explodes beside it.

The knight looked up at the mountain, his steps paused for a moment. No matter how many times he watched it, he could not help but be shocked by its majesty and steepness.

But now is not the time to stay. The knight shook his head and stepped onto the long ladder leading to the top of the mountain. This ladder has countless steps, each of which is cast from pure white rock. On both sides of the ladder, there are countless gray arches, one by one, like a string of winding endless chains.

In the holy mountain, there is a mystery lock formed by countless powers of faith and holy light. People without order or holy light will be blocked by them, and time and space will be distorted, making them never reach the goal. Only by having faith in their hearts can they find the real path. This is the truth that only by walking for seven days and seven nights can they reach the top of the mountain.

How pious is the knight's faith? He ran towards the top of the mountain without any obstacles along the way.

He passed the statue of the seven gods in the middle, the black ring of the god of justice and power, the withered heart of the god of love and demise, the white snake of the god of order and destruction, the thorny bird of the god of law and freedom, the iron hammer book of the god of guarding and change, the bifurcation of the god of wisdom and choice, and the bones of the god of life, the soil and grass.

The knight had no respect for the statues of these holy objects. Only when facing the holy objects of the God of Life did he stop slightly, lower his head, and pay tribute.

Finally, he crossed the clouds, penetrated the mist and lightning, and came to the top of the Holy Mountain, in the temple that was forever shining by the sun, bright moon and stars.

At the entrance of the temple, there were countless guards wearing golden patterns and white robes, which were different from those at the foot of the mountain. Although they knew the knight, they would not give in. Instead, they would come forward to stop him. The guards reported their apology, but did not hesitate at all. They did not use weapons, but reached out to grab the knight's body, blocking his progress, as if they wanted to take him away from here.

But the knight's body could not be shaken like a mountain. He allowed these guards to hold his armor and hands and feet, and his body was shining with holy light. No one could stop his pace. The knight remained silent and moved forward step by step with an unstoppable momentum. All the guards were left behind by a gentle and powerful force, and they could not get up for a moment.

With firm steps, he entered the temple.

On both sides of the majestic and huge arches of the temple, there are statues of ancient guards of the Holy Mountains. The statues held giant swords and shields with a firm expression. They seemed to be guarding this place until the end of time.

And above the arch, there is a row of clear words written.

‘The lonely sun, the two moons, the endless stars, the root of the thousand years, only the light will last forever’

Deep in the temple, at the end of the arcade, an old man with white hair, golden eyes, a crown of sacred silver, and a pure white scepter was sitting in his seat, as if waiting for the arrival of the knight.

"Lorlanda, you're here."

The gentle-faced old man seemed to have known about what was happening at the foot of the mountain. He did not stop the knight from moving forward, and even made the guard behind the knight who was about to continue to stop him retreat. He did not seem to be angry about the knight's forcing the temple. The old man gently said to the knight named Loranda: "If you want to enter the holy mountain, you don't need to force it. Why is this?"

The old man was wearing a simple white robe with ancient patterns on it, but the scepter in his hand and the crown on his head were flowing with a strong light that was so strong that it could not breathe. The white chair he sat on seemed simple, but was actually carved from rare holy white crystals. The sunlight fell from the skylight of the temple and shone in front of him, shining with endless power of order holy light.

Facing the old man, the knight took a deep breath. The wound on his body quickly healed under the healing power deliberately emitted by the old man, and scarred and disappeared.

But even so, his breathing was trembling, as if suppressing his anger, which was in sharp contrast to the unstoppable momentum before.

"The Godfather of Eagle... Vichy is dead."

After a long time, the Knight's breath calmed down, but it was very heavy: "My comrade-in-arms, who grew up with me, had saved me several times and died."

"Yeah."

After a moment of silence, the old man named Eagle shook his head. His voice was still gentle, but it contained a hint of calm tone: "Although I can comfort you and relieve your sorrow, Loranda, as the strongest knight in the younger generation of the church, you should have known for a long time that there will always be sacrifices in battle, not to mention that the ones fighting with you are the most evil things from other worlds, the clan of chaos."

"In the face of this kind of existence, death is normal, and not everyone is as powerful as you."

Eagle said this, as if seeing through everything: "I thought you were used to it for a long time."

"Sir Pope, no one will get used to this kind of thing!"

The knight said angrily, and he took off his helmet covered with brown blood scabs, revealing his platinum hair and firm and handsome face. His blue eyes revealed a true anger. The knight, who was like a marble statue, looked angry and shouted to his godfather, the pope of the church: "Vish is dead, and Greer is dead, my elders, my friends, and many comrades, they are all dead."

"I was adopted and taught by you since I was a child. I believe in piety and have been working hard to learn martial arts. In the Temple of Heaven, I vowed to protect this world and fight against all evil. Although I have only lived in this world for twenty-seven years, I have not wasted these twenty-seven years, but have completely dedicated it to the gods and humans!"

Lorenda's voice suddenly rose. He frowned and said loudly to the old man in front of him: "Since my martial arts have been successful, I have been fighting hard with those evil things in the plague land of the West Mountain and fulfilling my duties. I am extremely enthusiastic. Even though I have been approaching death several times, I have never doubted my beliefs, but!"

Speaking of this, his voice slowed down, as if he was forced out of his teeth: "...I've all died. I've changed people around me five times. They've all died. No matter who they are, they are the best knights in the church. Their future is extremely bright, many... I originally thought I could bear it, but in the end I realized that my heart is not indestructible."

"This time Vichy's death made me finally start to doubt the meaning of my oath and the meaning of battle after this battle, I thought for a long time."

Speaking of this, Loranda's voice returned to calm. He said to the old man who had been silent until now: "Godfather, Pope, I don't understand. Whether it is the plague land in the West Mountain or the sealed land in the northern part of the Northern Empire, what is the meaning of letting these chaotic tumors depend on our world?"

"...The flowers bloom in full bloom and need to rely on the soil. The rootless duckweed also needs to float in the river."

After hearing his question about his children, Eagle thought for a while, and then replied softly: "Just like people need food, fire needs firewood, and if the world of order wants to maintain, they can only rely on the combustion of chaos as the source."

"The fire had long been pouring out a thousand years ago. Without these tumors as the source of firewood, the fire on the Mycrov continent had long been extinguished."

In a few words, the old man told the truth about the matter, but the knight was full of doubt and looked troubled. Although he knew that his godfather had not deceived him and gave a real answer, he could not understand these.

Seeing Lorlanda's expression, Eagle smiled slightly, and shook his head and said, "I have given an explanation. My child, you really can't understand these things now. It's too early... The 27-year-old golden peak, although very strong, still has not entered the extreme intention or reached the extreme intention. The cause and process of these things tell you, there is no meaning."

"How come it's meaningless!"

Hearing Eagle's words, Lorenda couldn't help but retort: ​​"Godfather, you raised me, who had lost my parents due to political struggles. Although you are not my parents, you are better than this, but you are always so mysterious and unwilling to tell any truth!"

"The Plagueland, with your power, can be completely eliminated. The power of legend is equal to the gods walking in the world. Even if it cannot be eliminated, you can completely seal the time and space gate and completely seal the Plagueland, just like the legendary master of the Caos family four hundred years ago in the Northern Empire! But you did nothing, just simply let us use human lives to fill this bottomless pit!"

"The seal is also there will be other sources. Although the time and space gate in the North is sealed, it still has remnants. The pay is not proportional to the price. You know what Kabbalah Kaos has paid, so it has been carried out... Alas."

Suddenly sighed, the old man was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Iger, you don't understand. Some things cannot be done just by wanting to do. The plague land must be left now. The only thing you can do is to become stronger in the battle and not let the sacrifice of your comrades be in vain. You can only wait for you to become the pope of the next Seven Gods Church and the heir of the saints."

He paused, and then said to the Knight word by word:

"At that time, you will know the truth."

Loranda seemed to want to refute, but the pure white scepter in Eagle's hand suddenly began to shine with light.

The eyes of both sides were concentrated on the scepter, watching the light flash and flow like breathing.

“Ahhh.”

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were slightly raised, looking like sincere joy.

The knight looked quietly from the side, and was extremely surprised. He knew clearly that although his godfather was kind, he had not smiled so happily for a long time.

After being happy, there is silence.

"Go to the north."

Eagle suddenly spoke and said to the Knight. His expression was not like a joke, but was extremely serious: "Because of the promise, I can't tell you anything, but if you really want to know what the truth is, then you can go to the town and seal in the north to take a look."

"There are people there who are similar to me and you in the future."

After saying that, the old man raised his scepter and signaled the knight to retreat.

Although Loranda was puzzled, his anger had been vented, and his heart was also thinking about what the thinker Eagle had said before, so the Knight slowly retreated after bowing and signaling.

After the Knight left, the old man sat on his crystal seat and quietly looked at the scepter in his hand.

At the top of the scepter, there was a faint flame covered by countless halos, burning slowly.

(To be continued.)
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