One after another, steel spears took away all the supplies.
The last steel spear shot was tied to a rope with many rope loops.
Schliemann opened the rope loops, stepped into the last rope loop holding the spear and rope, and asked Ampton and Mersin to do the same.
After the two complied, he also conducted some inspections.
"Remember, no matter what happens, hold on to the rope."
The two nodded, and Schliemann turned around and said his final farewell to Ferron. Then, he stepped on the rope loop, grabbed the rope, and waved the steel spear in his hand.
The Crescent tilted away from the sky island, and as Mersin screamed, the three of them were pulled out of the cave.
The three of them were swinging in the air. As the anchor rope rose, the three of them got closer and closer to the Crescent.
Valance Continent Island, Acorn Town.
This is a town that has never been visited by Archbishop Premus. Now, people are cleaning the streets and repairing the gates according to the mayor's requirements, waiting for the arrival of the Archbishop of the State Church.
Primus Parish in Acorn is even more exaggerated.
The houses in the parish have been basically painted uniformly, and even those houses that started a little later had their sides facing the street hurriedly painted with a uniform white paint.
Dienel was sitting in his hut, holding a wooden box in his arms, closing his eyes and concentrating.
The music played in the city announced the arrival of the Archbishop, who could not go out to greet him but could only wait here.
The long ceremony was to appease the ignorant people, this was very clear to Dienel, but even so, when the glory approached, he still felt impatient.
No matter how long the celebration is, it must come to an end, just like this celebration brought by the Archbishop in person.
After the glitz dissipated, Dienel heard a burst of footsteps. The footsteps were very messy and mixed with words of greeting.
Dienel stood up, faced the door, lifted one of his tentacles from the box he was holding, and adjusted his hood.
The door was pushed open and the archbishop walked in. The followers behind him stopped and lined up on both sides.
The Archbishop took a step forward, arms outstretched, and the door slammed shut behind him.
"Mordisi! My elder brother!"
Dienel shouted loudly, it was a strange language, like a squirming bubble.
"Diniel, my brother!"
Dinel raised the remains of the ancient god above his head and let the approaching Archbishop Mordisi take it in his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work, my brother!"
After Mordisi finished speaking, the hands made of tentacles grabbed the wooden box and slammed it on the table, causing the wooden box to fall apart.
"The only cage that traps Father God has been opened...Father God, welcome back..."
A strange eyeball appeared in Mordisi's hand, and the cross-shaped pupils were looking around, as if looking for something.
"Come on, Father God, please share the same container with me first!"
As if he understood, the weird eyeballs looked at Mordisi and slowly disappeared into the large handful of tentacles.
Mordisi began to twitch, as if something was fighting inside his body, preparing to burst out.
The robes on his body were rising and falling, the hood in the shadow kept shaking, and even the tentacles exposed were no longer bunched up, but scattered and trembling.
"Yes! Father God...this is the current situation...please calm down your anger, we are doing our best...
Staying in this body is just a temporary compromise! Father God! Once you've collected your relics, you'll control the world again!
No! Father God, you are not the only one who is weak, Hyperion is also dying now! He can no longer suppress the Falkana in his body!
The power of Falkana is overflowing the sun, and their transformed offspring are crawling on the surface of the sun...
Father God, you should really see what Hyperion looks like now... He is extremely weak and can no longer shine as brightly as before..."
Mordisi no longer trembled, and the anger of the Father God in his body seemed to be gradually calming down.
“You don’t have to worry that Falkana will devour Hyperion in turn, he can’t do that.
His dependents have escaped his control and now have taken root on the mainland island of Andaris. Falkana no longer has any external power to rely on.
If there is anyone in this world who doesn’t want Falkana to return to this world, the number one person may not be Hyperion, but Falkana’s dependents! "
After a brief silence, Mordisi laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Father God! You don't have to worry about Asir, whose godhood has been shattered. He can't even condense his soul and can only let the fragments of his soul flow in the blue sea."
"A descendant of Hyperion? Oh, omnipotent God the Father! That is the last thing you should worry about.
You can't even guess the last name of the current king... His surname is Linn, and he is the descendant of Wenda Linn, who stabbed Hyperion in the back three thousand years ago.
Now the Cervisi family has declined, and they have even lost their glorious heart!
A few days ago, their head of the family, John Lorenz Cervisi, had just passed away, and their eldest son, Ampton, was trying to find a needle in a haystack and find the Heart of Glory in the vast blue sea. "
“No, Father God, he will never find the brilliant heart.
There were our people on the fleet that left the mainland island two hundred years ago. Although they cannot touch the Heart of Glory, I guarantee you that no matter where the fleet lands, those people in that team will definitely die. That empty island will It will become the glorious tomb of the Cervisi family. "
"Yes...Father God, sleep peacefully. When you open your eyes again, your dark mist will favor the whole world again!"
Diniel watched Archbishop Mordisi sit down. He knew that Father God had fallen into a deep sleep. He leaned towards Mordisi respectfully, ready to listen to the next instructions.
"Closer...closer."
Dienel put his hood in front of Mordisi, bending down submissively.
"This is a reward from God the Father."
Mordisi stretched out tentacles, which penetrated into Dienel's hood, and finally detached from the sleeves of Mordisi's robe, remaining in Dienel's body forever.
"Thank you Father God, thank you brother."
"No, please sit down and talk, my brother. We should be the ones thanking you. Your silent dedication over the years is the key to finding the remains of our father.
I heard that you are relying on a captain named Schliemann to find the remains of God the Father? "
"That's not entirely true, brother..."
Dinel just sat down and stood up again, still looking so submissive.
"I have calculated 80% of the temple's location, but the captains of the exploration ships are unable to reach it.
Those directions are either too far away from the route, making it impossible to keep up with supplies, or they need to pass through areas where ghost fog is rampant.
This time to welcome the holy skeleton, my brother Envi and I encountered the ghost fog. All the crew members died, no one was spared. If Brother Envi could not control the dead, we would not even be able to arrive. "
