I Am God!

Chapter 92: : The flower of despair

Weiss Horsen was tied to the island of the dead where the great poet Tito had suffered. This place was once covered with the corpses of the Hindsay hundreds of years ago, but it became a place after Saint Tito. Ancient ruins.

Stone piles stand on the edge of the island. The dirty and stinking odors have been cleaned up. A square has been excavated in the center of the island, and the ground is covered with slate.

Above it stands the statues of the great poet and the first king of the Demon Abyss.

The great poet Tito carried a basket on his back, back to back with the old man with a stone helmet.

The eyes of the two were firm and pious, one bowed his head in prayer, and the other looked up.

The rock wall in the background depicts the scene of the god-given land, the endless sea of ​​sun and flowers, and the pyramid temple.

and.

Above the sky and stars, it is a symbol of Insai God and the Creator.

Even in the kingdom of Demon Abyss, Tito is still regarded as a sacred person.

His legendary experience is also known by the nobles and people of the Demon Abyss, and his "Anthem of the Wisdom King" is also sung in the Demon Abyss.

Weishi Horson's hands and feet were locked by the stone yoke and tied to one of the stone piles. Without strong power and weapons, it would be difficult to open the stone yoke.

Just like what the female ogre knight said.

Perhaps, only the will of the gods can save him.

The Female Demon Knight stood in front of the weak Weiss Horsen, looking at him with hateful eyes.

"Weiss Horsen, the prince of the volcanic kingdom."

"Our sins were forgiven by the great God Insai the moment the King of the First Demon Abyss boarded the kingdom of the gods."

"Now, under the gaze of God and the saints."

"Pay your sins!"

The people of Demon Abyss dived into the sea again, and only Vish Hosen was left in this forbidden area.

Under the violent sun.

Wei Shi Huo Sen felt the hotness of the bone armor, feeling the water in his body being taken away little by little, dizziness and hunger crawling into his heart.

His fingers moved slightly.

He could feel that his powerful power was still there, and the power that originated from wisdom, power and blood was still rolling in his body.

As long as he releases it, he can untie the shackles on himself.

But as long as he uses his wisdom and power, the sun cup will draw the blood of his myth, and then swallow him completely.

Hope there is death, condensed into a ring at this moment.

It was a ring that he couldn't escape.

This is the most terrifying.

The Female Demon Abyss Knight didn't completely drive him into desperation, but instead banished him into the desert and gave him a glass of water.

Drinking the water in the cup, he might get out of the desert.

But the water in the cup is poisonous.

He finally felt what real despair was, what was real pain and torment.

The most terrifying darkness is not falling into the abyss, but false hope.

In the pain and torment, he quivered his fingers again and again, trying to break free from the shackles on his body.

The look in his eyes reveals desire and expectation.

But when he saw the bright cup of the sun on his shoulders, he stopped again with horror on his face.

Repeatedly, again and again, between resoluteness and hesitation, finally driving him completely mad.

"what!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"You bitch, you mean monster, the offspring of sinners."

"And you Henir, and all those who betrayed me, those who covet my throne."

"I curse you, curse you not to die."

"I curse you..."

If the saint Tito had faith and ideals to support him in despair at the time, the heart of Prince Visa at this moment has been completely turned into darkness.

His heart is empty, nothing can fill this gap, nothing can stop him from falling into madness.

He could only vent his inner fear and despair by shouting loudly and struggling like crazy.

He cursed Henir, cursed those who betrayed him.

He scolded the monsters.

Until he didn't even have the strength to curse and curse, he leaned on the stone pile dying.

A blazing light shone on his eyes, and while his eyes were blurred, he saw a silver shadow coming from far away across the sea.

"what is that!"

"Is it a phantom?"

The shadow is getting closer and clearer.

He saw with his own eyes that the sacred boat he had been searching for came from the distance of the sea, passing through the shore of the island in front of his eyes.

"what!"

"It's the sacred boat."

He didn't think that the sacred boat passed by here accidentally, what he saw at this moment thoroughly verified his previous thoughts.

Weiss Hosson looked at it with vague eyes and whispered weakly.

"It turns out, are you really returning home following the journey of a great poet?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Do you want to return to the kingdom of the gods again?"

He saw the sacred boat coming from the horizon of the sea and reaching the edge of the island, only a few steps away from him.

Then, a little bit started to leave him.

"do not go!"

"Don't go!"

He yelled desperately and cried bitterly.

At this moment, he lacked the glory of His Royal Highness, and there was nothing arrogant about him who had fallen to the extreme.

He begged bitterly, and violently hit the stone pile with his head as if he was kowtow, as if he wanted to attract the attention of that sacred boat.

His behavior and expression were even more humble than the slaves 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 carrying a divine tool on a pilgrimage to the kingdom of the gods, and no one will come to rescue him with the will of God.

The sacred boat that went away on the dream starlight did not stop.

He finally couldn't help it.

Wiss·Hawson burst out of wisdom and power, and his mental power broke through his mind and consciousness, and stirred up a violent storm.

Amid the roar, mental power controlled a stone to fall from a height, smashing the stone shackles that bound his hands.

He released the shackles on his hands, but he didn't have the strength to unfasten his feet again.

"Wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

He dragged the stone shackles with his legs and climbed onto the sacred boat that reflected the silver brilliance under the sun, the boat leading to the kingdom of God.

He wants to board the sacred boat.

He climbed to the edge of the island, and only a few meters further ahead, he could climb on the sacred ship.

A silver boat full of hope.

Ecstasy appeared on his face, but at the same time he felt something.

Looking back.

He saw that the cup of sun that was fused with him had drained the blood of myth in his body, swelling to its limit.

The transformed Sunflower Cup opened its mouthparts,

"what!"

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His Royal Highness died ~www.wuxiax.com~ only a corpse was left.

A beautiful flower bloomed in the corpse, and the dense roots took root in the body of Weiss Horsen, swallowing all his flesh and blood.

Even the bones were crushed and swallowed into the flower cup.

It is a flower that blooms from the despair of Wisdom Horson.

It has consciousness and awakens its own wisdom.

"Ok?"

Spiritual power burst out, and it also saw the sacred boat in the distance.

It didn't know what it was, there was an urge to chase the sacred boat in its heart, and it was eager to board that boat.

The cup of the sun that swallowed Vish Horsen seemed to have inherited part of his memory, chasing the sacred boat on the sea under the sun.

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