Vis Hosen was tied to the island of Dead, where the great poet Tito once suffered, which was once covered with the corpses of the Hineses hundreds of years ago, but after Saint Tito, it became an ancient ruin.

Stone stakes stand on the edge of the island, the once dirty and foul smell was cleaned up, and a square was also dug out in the center of the island, and stone slabs were laid on the ground.

On it stands a statue of the great poet and the first king of the Demon Abyss.

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

The two of them had firm and pious eyes, one lowered his head to pray, and the other looked up.

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

besides.

Over the sky and the stars, symbols symbolizing the God of Insae and the Creator.

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

His legendary experience was also known by the nobles and people of the Kingdom of Demon Abyss. His "The Praise of the King of Wisdom" was also sung in the Kingdom of Demon Abyss.

Wis Hosen's hands and feet were bound by stone shackles and bound to one of the stone stakes. Without powerful power and weapons, it would be difficult to open the stone shackles.

Just as the female Demon Abyss Knight said.

Perhaps, it is really only the will of the gods to save him.

The female Demon Abyss Knight stood in front of the weak Vis Hosen and looked at him with hatred.

"Wish Hosson, the prince of the volcanic kingdom."

"Our sin was forgiven by the great God of Insae when the first king of the Demon Abyss ascended the kingdom of the gods."

“Now, under the gaze of God and the saints.”

"Repay your sin!"

The people of the Demon Abyss sneaked into the sea again, and only Vis Hosen was left in this forbidden sea.

Under the violent sun.

Vis Hosen felt the scalp of the bone armor, the moisture in his body was taken away little by little, dizziness and hunger climbing into his heart.

His fingers moved slightly.

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

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

But as soon as he uses his power of wisdom, the Cup of Sun will draw his mythical blood and swallow him completely.

Hope there is still death, and at this moment it condenses into a ring.

It was a ring that he could never escape.

This is the most terrifying thing.

The female Demon Abyss Knight did not completely force him into a desperate situation, but exiled him to the desert and gave him a glass of water.

Drink the water from the cup and he may walk out of the desert.

But the water in the cup is poisonous.

He finally felt what real despair is, what real pain and torture is.

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

In the midst of pain and torture, he trembled his fingers again and again, trying to break free from the shackles on his body.

There was desire and expectation in his eyes.

But when he saw the dazzling sun cup on his shoulder, he stopped in horror.

Repeatedly and again, hesitating again and again, finally driving him crazy completely.

"ah!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"You bitch, you lowly monster, descendant of the sinner."

"And you, Henil, and all those who betray me, those who covet my throne."

"I curse you, curse you, you will not die well."

"I curse you..."

If Saint Tito had faith and ideals supported him in despair, Prince Vis's heart had completely turned into darkness at this moment.

His heart was empty, nothing could fill this gap, nothing could stop him from falling to madness.

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

He cursed Henil, cursed those who betrayed him.

He scolded the monsters angrily.

Until he had no strength to curse and scold, he leaned on the stone stake dyingly.

The blazing light shone on his eyes, and in his blurry eyes he saw a silver shadow coming from afar through the sea.

"What is that!"

"Is it an illusion?"

The shadows are getting closer and clearer.

He saw with his own eyes that the sacred boat he had been pursuing came from the distance of the sea and passed through the island in front of him.

"ah!"

"It's the holy boat."

He did not think that the Holy Boat passed here unexpectedly, and what he saw at this moment completely verified his previous thoughts.

Wis Hosen looked at it with his blurry eyes and murmured weakly.

"So, are you really returning along the journey of the 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 sea level and reaching the edge of the island, only a short distance from him.

Then, he began to move away from him little by little.

"Don't leave!"

"Don't leave!"

He shouted in despair and cried bitterly.

At this moment, he lost the glory of His Highness the Prince, and he had nothing to be proud of when he fell to the extreme.

He begged hard, and violently hitting the stone stake with his head as if he was kowtowing, as if he wanted to attract the attention of the sacred boat.

His behavior and expression were even more humble than the slaves he had seen.

"Wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

"Save me!"

pity.

He is not the great poet Tito.

He was not a saint who brought the artifact to the kingdom of gods to pilgrimage, and no one would come to save him with God's will.

The sacred boat that was sailing away by the dreamy starlight had no stop.

He finally couldn't help it.

Wis Hosen burst out with wisdom and power, and his mental power broke through his mind and consciousness, causing a violent storm.

In the midst of his 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 he didn't have the strength to untied the feet again.

"Wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

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

He wanted to board the sacred boat.

He climbed to the edge of the island, and as long as he went a few meters ahead, he could climb onto the sacred ship.

The silver boat full of hope.

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

Turn around.

He saw that the Sun Cup, which was integrated with him, had drained the mythical blood in his body and expanded to its limit.

The transformed sunflower cup opened its mouthpart,

"ah!"

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His Highness the Prince died, leaving only one corpse behind.

A beautiful flower bloomed in the corpse, and dense roots were rooted in Vis Hosen's body, swallowing all his flesh and blood.

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

It is a flower blooming from the despair of Vis Hosson.

It has consciousness and awakens its own wisdom.

"Um?"

The spiritual power bloomed out, and it also saw the sacred boat in the distance.

It didn't know what it was, and there was an urge to chase the sacred boat in its heart, and it had a strong desire to board the ship.
Chapter completed!