Izcoatl rowed frantically south.
He ran all the way from Winchester to Southampton, rowing on the sea for several hours, and his physical strength had already exceeded its limit. What kept him going was the fear in his heart - the fear of God and punishment that many sinners have.
Until a new continent appears on the line between sea and sky. Viewed from a distance, the edge of the land extends to both sides, almost without edge.
He looked back and saw that the sea was calm with only slight waves. Quetzalcoatl, who had been chasing him all the way, was still missing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really tired and hungry. He saw a fishing net on the boat, caught a net of fish, and swallowed it alive with the scales and internal organs. Then he fell asleep on the boat and let it float on the sea.
The wind carried his ship toward the side of the mainland. I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up, the edge of the continent had completely changed its appearance, but it still stretched endlessly to both sides.
"What a big continent... Bjorn is right, this new continent is no less big than Aztlan."
If this news is brought back to Aztlan, it should attract the attention of the Sun King. And he will also be rewarded. As for what he did in England, no one will know about it since all his companions were arrested.
The sun was shining brightly, and he felt that the future was full of hope.
The ship docked at a port. Izcoatl climbed onto the land and glanced around, only to find that there were almost no people in the port, except for a painter who was painting with an easel. The painter noticed him and gave him a friendly smile: "It's really rare that there are still foreigners coming here now."
Izcoatl did not understand the situation on this continent and did not dare to act rashly. Instead, he asked cautiously: "Is this a small village?"
The painter shook his head: "No, this was a bustling port a month ago. But because of the disease, no cargo ships are willing to dock here."
"'That disease'? Which one?"
"You didn't come from Africa, did you?" The painter glanced at the strange service on Izcoatl, "Now when we say 'that disease', of course we mean the 'black disease'. People don’t want to say its full name, it’s too scary, like the god of death, whoever says the name, it comes to your door.”
Izcoatl understood what the painter was referring to and asked with some fear: "Is there also the 'black disease' here?"
"Brother, this disease is almost destroying half of the world. Did you escape here from other epidemic areas? Hey, his speed is much faster than yours. Even if you continue to flee westward, it will not help. , I heard it arrived in Britain not long ago."
"I know, I know, I came from Britain." Izcoatl was extremely scared, "Is there no safe place in the world anymore?"
"If anything, Sweden is probably the safest. The king there has the magical power to drive away the black god of death. You see it is empty here, and many people have already moved there. If you want to run away, I suggest you also go there. That direction."
As soon as he heard the words "King of Sweden", there was a "boom" in Izcoatl's head. He forced a smile and said: "Forget it about Sweden. If Sweden is really that safe, why don't you go there?"
"It's too cold there and I can't stand it. Even if we go, Sweden may not accept us. And the plague is not entirely a bad thing for me. It at least gives me inspiration for creation."
The painter waved to Izcoatl, motioning for him to come over and look at the painting he was creating. Izcoatl came closer, and with just one glance, he was trembling with fear——
That painting was so contagious. On the dark, gloomy background, on the canvas that was not completely painted, you could see many skeletons holding hands and dancing. Some of those skeletons were dressed luxuriously, some were in ragged clothes, some were wearing armor, some were wearing white robes, and some of them even wore crowns and scepters. Their dance movements were extremely distorted, much like the twisting and twitching muscles of patients suffering from the Black Death in the late stages of the disease. In the background is a village burning with this dance.
"This is the painting I am creating." The painter introduced, "It's called "Dance of Death."
"This, this is... the end of the world?"
"The end of the world?" The painter repeated the word and nodded excitedly, "You are right, this is the end of the world! The final day of judgment is coming, and God will begin to destroy the world he created! He draws in, draws in..."
As he spoke, he dipped his pen in paint and began to add a faintly visible god to the background, with open hands to welcome the skeletons.
He was so engrossed in the painting that he didn't notice that Izcoatl beside him took several steps back in horror. Izcoatl's whole body was trembling - he was completely distracted by running away all night, so much so that he finally remembered that the fifth era was about to be destroyed!
Tezcatpolica has begun to destroy the world, from west to east...at this rate, we will reach Aztlan soon!
The sun was obscured by a drifting cloud.
"Yeah, it's useless even if you run back... In order to survive, you have to gain enough strength to survive!"
The look in his eyes at the painter was filled with murderous intent. He lightly stomped his foot, and the ground suddenly shook violently. Pieces of sharp gravel jumped into the air, and driven by his magic power, they stabbed at the painter's body!
The world suddenly became quiet, the painter disappeared, the gravel disappeared, and the scenery around him also changed. Izcoatl found himself suddenly in a colorful church. Under a slightly glowing cross, a ragged priest turned around slowly.
"I have never felt such a dirty magic. It smells of blood from beginning to end. You must have killed many innocent people for this magic." The priest stared at Izcoatl and asked seriously He said, "I only have one question, is this the custom of your country, or is it your personal sin?"
Suddenly coming to a strange place, Izcoatl was terrified. He didn't know who this priest was, but when he found that he couldn't sense any magic power from this priest, he laughed wildly:
"I have killed many people, but who am I to answer your question? Is it a national custom or my own doing, what does it have to do with you?"
While smiling, he concentrated his magic power and wanted to kill this guy of unknown origin in front of him in one fell swoop. But his laughter suddenly stopped - he stared at his hands in horror. He realized that the magic power in his body was like being locked in a cage. No matter how hard he tried, he could not release it!
But I heard the priest’s voice coming from the front:
"Of course it does matter. If this is the custom of your country, then I'm afraid I have to cleanse your country from beginning to end, and then give the sheep that have gone astray for redemption."
In front of Izcoatl, who fell into despair, the priest's robe began to flutter.
"My name is Gregory. Open your eyes and see the cross above. This is the last scene you will see."
(End of chapter)
