"Beowulf?" Austin was a little confused, "Is this your name? Are you the legendary Beowulf?"
In the folklore of the Meletene Islands, Beowulf was a heroic king who was active in the dark ages before the establishment of the Meletene Kingdom. He once defeated the three-headed mythical creature with his mortal body and held a A powerful artifact - Miles' Winter.
In his later years, Beowulf resolutely devoted himself to fighting the mythical species in order to protect his people. In the end, he died together with the third mythical species, and the artifact he held was lost.
In the era when archeology and exploration were booming, countless people tried to find the artifact said to be given by the God of the Sea, but all failed. Unexpectedly, the real owner actually appeared in Austin's body now.
"I...don't remember...they called me that."
There is no crisis now, Austin has also made an oath, and Beowulf, who has not spoken to others for who knows how many years, doesn't mind chatting.
"Who are they?" Austin looked around and found no danger. He simply sat on the ground with his back to the stone containing the divine blood. He had many questions to ask about this place that he had come in for no reason. He happened to meet a local If people don't use it properly, it will be wasted.
"They... are me... Beowulf... is the strongest." Probably because he talked too much, Beowulf became more and more fluent in speaking, and normal communication was just around the corner. "Time has worn away... reason. , only... Beowulf remains."
Austin nodded, and he probably understood: the black shadow is the aggregation of resentments of the lives lost in this ice layer. In other words, it is a group of soul fragments mixed together. The sanity of other fragments has been destroyed over a long period of time. Wear and tear, and now only the most powerful Beowulf remains. But because he absorbed other soul fragments, he himself became chaotic, and finally became what he is now.
After figuring it out, Austin took a deep breath and asked the most important question: "Where is this?"
The local thought for a long time before finally giving the answer: "I remember... it's the southernmost point in the world."
When these words came out, Austin's heart went cold.
That's right, where else could the surrounding thick ice, with its countless mythical species, be, except the pole of the world, the tomb of myths, and the forbidden land of mankind - the eternally frozen pole?
This world is a sphere floating in nothingness. The Kingdom of Meletni is located in the northern hemisphere, the Gargoyle Atoll is close to the north-south boundary, and the Permafrost Pole is the southernmost point of the world. Austin just took a boat, walked a short distance, and covered a fucking distance of thousands of miles?
To be honest, no more than twenty people, including Austin, have been to this ghost place. If the scope is narrowed down to the underground ice, then only Austin may have been here after the War of Gods.
After spending five or six minutes to calm down and completely digest the heavy news, Austin asked again: "Is this a battlefield for gods?"
"Yes." Beowulf seemed to be trapped in a long memory, and his hoarse voice rose and fell for the first time, "I am a believer of Lord Poseidon, and I will fight here with the evil god from outside the sky."
"Who won?" Austin thought of the battle he saw in the illusion before. It was visually estimated that the "Death Tide" was defeated and sealed at the bottom of the maelstrom, but he still wanted to know more about that history.
"I don't know. I couldn't witness the end of the battle, but I can still feel the presence of Lord Poseidon."
"The blood behind it, the divine blood, is what Lord Poseidon left behind."
Austin stood up and looked at the raised stone behind him. There were about ten drops of divine blood in the grooves.
"Are there any requirements for holding the divine blood?" Austin has always been an excellent inheritor of the spirit of "come and come". How could he not be moved when he saw the divine blood of Poseidon now?
"No, I know." Beowulf was a little speechless, but he could understand. After all, this was considered human nature. "You can try using the ice cubes here, or this stone."
Austin nodded, took out a dagger, walked into the tunnel, chiseled off a piece of ice from the ice wall, and then carefully and carefully chiseled it into two roughly semicircular ice bowls. Walking to the rock, he used a dagger to transport drop by drop into the bowl. After placing seven drops, he covered it with another bowl. He covered the seam with his hands for a while, and it became a temporary container.
"Why not take them all?"
"What if I take it all and trigger the mechanism?" Austin shrugged, "Leave a little bit of a sec in your life so that we can meet again in the future."
After taking the things and resting enough, it was time to consider how to move forward.
"Do you know how to get out?"
"have no idea."
"Then do you know what else is here?" Three non-existent black lines seemed to appear on Austin's forehead.
"have no idea."
[Okay, this guy is just in jail and doesn’t know anything. ] Doug, who had been silent for a long time, was stunned.
Austin looked at the corridor that continued to extend beyond the protruding rocks, sighed and said, "Then keep walking."
The divine blood was just an unexpected gain. Austin felt that there must be something related to Benjamin here. Maybe if he found that thing, he would also find a way to go back.
[You are too optimistic. ] Doug smiled bitterly, [This place is extremely frozen, and it is thousands of miles away from the Gargoyle Atoll. ]
At the same time, the Gargoyle Atoll was thousands of miles away.
Lesa and Revery had already seen the August Lion cruising outside, and also saw Austin and several people taking a small boat to get to the island first, but at a certain moment, a dense fog suddenly appeared outside the Gargoyle Atoll. Fog instantly surrounded this small island.
Lysa and Revery didn't expect this at all, so they could only temporarily return to Ghost Prince Ansha and wait for the strange fog to dissipate.
"Do you know what this is going on?" Lysa looked at the thick fog outside the porthole and asked Ansha beside her.
Ansha shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The combined age of me and the boat is less than a hundred years old. Where can I get so much experience?"
"This is not fog, it's the Sands of Time. It's such a rare scene." Benjamin suddenly appeared aside and said with emotion.
"Sands of Time?" It was the first time for the other three people to hear this term.
"It is said that the Sands of Time are the soul fragments of the god of death. In the Sands of Time, you can have the opportunity to travel through time and go to the past or the future." Benjamin's soul fragment thought for a while and said, "But if you go there, you may not be able to go back. Come, at least I haven’t heard of anyone who has gone and come back.”
