Schliemann stared at Ampton, who was meditating for some reason, for a long time. He wanted to know the next story, but he didn't want to disturb him with words.
After a few minutes, Ampton came back from his thoughts, smiled apologetically, and continued.
"Later, another ancient god came to this world. Like the previous ancient god, he bewitched all the souls in this world.
Lies began to appear and soon filled the world. The sun god Hyperion became furious again, and the war between the gods began again.
Unlike last time, the Sun God needed to allocate his divine power to suppress the power of the previous ancient god, so after defeating the ancient god this time, he failed to kill the ancient god's soul in time.
The soul of the ancient god flows freely on the continent like a black tide, and everything it passes is corroded by his evil will.
Even though only fragments of his soul were left, this ancient god was still afraid of Hyperion. The temples dedicated to the Sun God were bypassed by it, but other places were eroded by it into abyss.
The eroded continent began to become uneven, with the high ones becoming mainland islands and sky islands, and the low ones becoming today's blue sea.
Hyperion was heartbroken by the suffering the world suffered. He could not allow the remains of the ancient god to continue to flow with souls, so he devoured his body just like he did to the previous ancient god. "
Schliemann listened so intently that he disregarded etiquette and immediately asked what happened next when the other party paused.
Apton didn't care about Schliemann's impoliteness. He smiled, changed his sitting position, and continued.
“Following on, the third ancient god arrived.
It brings madness and disorder.
War began on the three mainland islands and even on the empty island. People were disrupting order and destroying everything like crazy.
Hyperion had long given up hope of peace with the foreign ancient god, and their war started as soon as the ancient god appeared.
But at this time, the Sun God was no longer as strong as before, and his brilliance also changed from blazing white to withered yellow.
In the long war, although Hyperion defeated the ancient god, he was also seriously injured. Not only did he not have the ability to kill the ancient god's soul, he even had no strength to devour and suppress the opponent's body.
Fortunately, at this time, the believers of the Sun God took over Hyperion's will. They took the risk of madness and distortion and divided the ancient god's body into small pieces and scattered them in the Sun God's temples on various empty islands to suppress them. "
Hearing this, Schliemann's heart skipped a beat.
The Sky Island, the Flame God Cult, the weird Premus Cult sacred object, and the twisted and crazy crew member Pato, all of these are connected together at this time.
Schliemann's rationality was denying his conjecture. He wanted to tell himself that this was just a coincidence, but his stubborn conjecture slapped his rationality very powerfully.
"What would happen if the ancient god's body fragments were put together?"
Ampton looked at the serious Schliemann for a long time and laughed out loud.
"Why are you so serious all of a sudden? These are just fairy tales..."
Schliemann scratched his cheek in embarrassment. His attitude towards the myth changed too quickly from scoffing to seriously asking.
"I'm just curious... aren't these mentioned in myths?"
Ampton exhaled and his expression became serious, like a parent telling a bedtime ghost story.
"The ancient gods will be resurrected, and the war of the gods will begin again, but this time, the Sun God may not win."
Schliemann was silent for a while and finally decided not to bother himself.
He shrugged and said easily: "This is really bad, but I am curious about one thing. Don't these three ancient gods have names?"
"The name they passed down is called Ancient God."
"It's really different from what I heard among the people..."
"Yes, a large part of what is spread among the people has been distorted by the ruling class.
They will be deliberately promoted to some things, such as obedience to the powerful, strict class, self-discipline, etc. "
"Isn't this a means of domination?"
"That's right, so now the Primus Cult is everywhere on the main road of Valance. You must know that in the era of our rule, the continent of Valance was a place of religious freedom."
"Is it possible that there is still religious persecution here..."
Apton looked at Schliemann in disbelief, as if accusing him of ignoring someone's crime in broad daylight.
"If you are referring to the persecution and assassination caused by different beliefs, then the answer is undoubtedly yes.
After two hundred years of absurd rule, all other religions were driven out of the sun. Those poor people gathered in dark houses, singing hymns softly with a few people of the same faith, and cautiously praising their gods.
The Sun God gave us life and the right to enjoy life freely, but what are the current rulers doing? They are depriving us of the most precious thing that the Sun God has given us..."
The more Apton spoke, the more excited he became. His calmness similar to John's disappeared, and even his words were mixed with anger.
Schliemann felt that Apton at this time was like the sun god Hyperion who suddenly rose up when he realized that the ancient gods were harming life.
And what he wants to do is the same as Hyperion. The efforts of more than ten generations and two hundred years are to regain the throne and regain the right to protect the people.
Just as Schliemann felt the anger of Ampton, Ampton felt embarrassed and embarrassed.
Fortunately, Schliemann gave him a step and asked some innocuous questions, and he was able to get rid of the embarrassment and become polite again.
After finishing his meal, Schliemann looked at his pocket watch. It was almost time to set off.
They left their horses at the inn and prepared to make their way across town to the Crescent's landing site.
Just as they were walking through the messy airport, they saw Vivian sitting on a horse.
The long skirt on her body disappeared, and there were patches of mud on her shirt. There was a long dagger tied outside the panties on her thigh, and the lock was open, as if she had pulled it out.
She looked terrible, like a marathon runner who, after finishing the arduous race, found that what was waiting at the end was not flowers and applause, but a punishment of lifelong ban.
Walter waved, but Vivian's empty eyes could no longer see anything. She tilted her body and fell off the horse.
Schliemann felt something fly out, and then his eyes were dazzled. A person appeared out of thin air beside Vivian. He steadily caught Vivian who was about to fall to the ground.
Schliemann looked at Walter, who was holding Vivian in his arms and calling softly, and then turned to look at Apton. A look of reproach flashed through his eyes.
"Why is he so powerful!?"
"Yes, the king's guard."
"How did he get there?"
Facing Schliemann's question, Apton tilted his head, as if he was thinking about whether he should continue to conceal Walter's combat power.
"I don't know either. This is a skill that only the Lane people can learn. Other tribesmen can't learn it even if they want to."
Regarding this perfunctory answer, Schliemann knew the other party's intention. He patted Apton on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, his skills are of no use."
Vivian's consciousness was on the verge of collapse.
In the chaotic and dark space of consciousness, the possibility of Ampton falling into the blue sea kept echoing.
She regretted that she had not been able to quickly kill the two marauding gangsters. She regretted that she had slowed down due to the coldness and fatigue of her body. She even hated her chestnut horse, and she hated why it could not travel thousands of miles a day.
In short, there was only regret left in her weak mind, the regret of being separated from the king and her lover forever.
Calls came from the darkness, but Vivian could no longer tell who the call came from. Regret and fatigue had shattered her consciousness.
She tried to answer the call, but could not make a sound.
Just when her consciousness was about to dissipate, the call got closer and closer, so close that even as weak as Vivian, she could identify the source of the sound.
It's Walter!
She cheered up suddenly, and her tired consciousness screamed at her and she opened her eyes.
A tremor of ecstasy spread throughout her body, and she knew that Walter was the king's guard, and as long as the king was there, he would be there.
She grabbed Walter’s arms with a look of joy on her face.
"Great! You are okay..."
A blush appeared on Walter's young face, and he asked nervously: "Why are you here? Don't you have to go to Marquis Jili in Linyan Town to deliver a message?"
"I've been there!"
Vivian said, struggling to stand up. She looked up at the approaching Ampton, as if looking up at the sun.
"Master, I have completed the task you gave me! Let me go with you!"
Ampton frowned. He alternately looked at the exhausted Vivian and the expectant Walter. After thinking for a while, he turned to look at Schlieman.
"Is that okay, Captain?"
The fact that the ball was kicked into his arms was beyond Schliemann's expectation, but the sponsor's words were considered acquiescence, so what reason did he have to refuse?
After hearing Schliemann's "yes", Vivian breathed a long sigh of relief, relaxed all over, and fell asleep.
