Some simple processing work. These anchors are mainly composed of pirates and colonials. They will not attract the attention of the current "God of Thunder and Truth", and they can also allow Azik to slightly recall the past through this equal and blessed slaughter.

The memory and life that truly belong to Him.

But even so, it is still a psychological burden for Azik.

However, this kind of psychological burden will become less and less as time goes by. You just walk, and humans die. You just get close, and they are swallowed up. How can you think that such a small and fragile life is equal to you?

Woolen cloth?

A few minutes further walking, the "Laurel" would be able to enter the archipelago. Azik hesitated for a while whether to slow down. Then, an extremely dangerous spiritual premonition appeared in his mind, and a cold air came from him.

The soles of his feet went straight to his brain, and he was suddenly stimulated to reveal half of the mythical creature form, with pale flames burning in his eyes.

A ethereal, lofty, indescribable line of sight fell from an end-like height. Azik subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky, but even with all his sight, he could not touch the height of the aura. Then, Azik

He heard a huge sound that fell directly into his mind, like a hundred big bells ringing at the same time, with unquestionable majesty.

"Get out of here."

Azik opened his eyes wide, suspecting that this was a god hidden in the Rhoside Islands speaking to him, but such a sense of oppression and crisis was close to death. If there is such a god in the Rhoside Islands, why has there been no news about it so far?

None of it was reported?

Rhoside Islands, Rhoside Islands, who is protecting this place... Azik immediately prayed to the God of Death and told everything about what happened to him. At the same time, a small detail flashed through his mind - Klein seemed to be saying to himself

However, he acquired the identity of "Poseidon Kavitua" and was able to play the role of Poseidon and respond to Rossid's followers on Kavitua's behalf.

Could it be... Azik felt unbelievable. No matter how much he used his imagination, he could not compare the voice just now with the gentle, bookish voice in his memory. He was embarrassed after being exposed as a "fool".

Comparable to a young man who wishes he could dig a hole in the underworld and hide. Should that chilling aura be possessed by a demigod? Could it be that... Klein has...

Above the Raging Sea, after receiving Azik's prayer, the God of Death, shrouded in black mist, closed his eyes, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the Rhoside Islands.

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes. The God of Death stared at the sky of the archipelago and scanned the archipelago back and forth, but he did not find any powerful spiritual brilliance in it. There was no existence of sequence one or above hidden somewhere, let alone that one.

Son of the Creator. From His own brain

One name after another and identity were found in the sea, but none of them could match the feeling Azik described. But - cleaning up those anchors was not the main goal. He was now ready to set off to help Intis fight the storm.

The master is too lazy to care about the trivial matters at sea.

The loss of a Sequence 2 was also something the God of Death was not willing to see, even though Azik was not very important. So he looked at the ship where his resurrected successor was, and ordered in a deep voice.

"There's no need to start a fight, go somewhere else."

The God of Death actually agreed... Azik felt deeply shocked again. While shocked, he once again became a little suspicious of the identity of that great existence. He silently agreed, then slowly withdrew himself and almost spread to the edge of the Rhoside Islands.

Spirituality, the dark world slowly dissipated, and the sky with faint sunshine after the clouds returned to the vicinity of the archipelago.

The "Laurel" began to turn, preparing to go to the north, the Sunian Sea ruled by the Fusac Empire.

Azik looked at the sky, looking for the gaze that he could no longer feel, and asked in a low voice: "Klein? Is that you?"

Above the Source Castle, Klein, who was holding his breath and with cold sweat faintly oozing from his forehead, saw the "Laurel" turning, and finally couldn't help but let out a long breath. He felt that his limbs were a little weak, and he was pretending to be a tiger in front of a god.

The experience made him uncontrollably afraid. Because he was not sure about Az

In Mr. Ke's current state, Klein had no choice but to use an almost intimidating method to force him to stop. Of course, he also knew that such behavior would most likely attract the attention of the "god of death". If he really angered the other party, not only would he die.

, no one will survive in the Rhoside Islands.

Fortunately, it seems that the God of Death has no intention of causing trouble.

Klein took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, quickly regaining his composure and calming down.

As the "Laurel" left, the sky in countless prayer scenes gradually lit up, and people gradually felt the sunshine again and returned to the normal world. The believers wept with joy and continued to praise the "Poseidon". Their faith continued to grow again and again.

Becoming more sincere with every prayer.

Seeing that the archipelago was finally safe, Klein took a long breath and felt his heartbeat returned to normal. He smiled bitterly in his heart for his hot-headed behavior just now. But since he could save so many people, this adventure was not worth it.

A loss.

He was about to look away when he suddenly heard Azik's concerned and nervous whisper.

He was stunned for a moment, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and responded in a low voice:

"It's me, Mr. Azik."

TBC

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OK, let's see if we can update twice today.
Chapter completed!