Four hundred years ago, the New World.

Under the gloomy sky, a dim light shone through the gaps of the clouds, illuminating the grey waves surging in front of the reef.

Countless sharp reefs protruded into the sky from the coast, sharply like a blade, splitting the waves that surged over and over again.

Breaked rails and burnt sails floated in the broken waves, and countless crushed debris washed up on the coast, half buried in the sand.

There are many more that are taken away by the waves again.

Disappeared in the deep sea.

In the silence, a thin figure stood quietly on the coast.

It was like a stone statue, waiting silently.

It is difficult to see his appearance because it is too handsome and the light of the world is difficult to illuminate. I don’t know how to look at the robe on his body, because the robe is too solemn and cannot bear it with both eyes.

The only generous thing that was revealed between the sea and the sky was the solemn white crown above his head, like truth, miracle, like all incredible things.

It exists here, and it is true.

Then everything is like a dream bubble, and it is difficult to show its essence before it, and it has to tamely admit its insignificance and humility.

In this seemingly eternal waiting, the lonely White Crown King stood silently on the edge of the sea, staring quietly into the distance, watching countless ships sailing among the waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people shouting desperately or praying devoutly.

But they did not help because of their piety, nor did they impose punishment because of their rebellion and arrogance.

Just waiting.

In the turbid waves, several broken sampans staggered forward and crawled on the shore in a mess.

The victims soaked in the water were pale and hugged the reef in front of them with difficulty, crawling on the sharp front, allowing their bodies to be cut and breathing hard.

Looking up at the back sadly.

The huge fleet stopped on the sea surface, with raging fire burning vigorously, and tragic whistles and wails kept coming. For a long time, they all sank in a place that was only one step away from redemption.

The old survivors lowered their heads, and their faces were covered with turbid tears, but they did not dare to look at them.

Instead, he lowered his head, knelt down in the turbid waves, kowtowed devoutly, crawled forward inch by inch, and bowed at the feet of the supreme being.

"Please mercy, the supreme Lord of White Crown..."

The old tears led up to his head and prayed for the mercy of the gods.

So, the King of White Crown looked down, but there was no fluctuation in his calm pupils: "Peter of the Campbell clan, Simon of the Russell clan, Garcia of the Jackson clan, and Heywood of the Capel clan..."

At this point, the name of the bowed person was revealed one by one, and the supreme existence asked softly: "Why are you here?"

“Accounting and tribute.”

The old man kowtowed again, tears fell into the gravel and melted silently: "We...we want to offer you everything, all our...the great supreme king, we have come with our family and devoted everything, but now...but now...

In addition to the traitor who became the lackeys of the gods, the Helsin clan, our sixteen blood-sucking clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of tribesmen, have accumulated thousands of years of wealth and family property. All of them have been buried in this cold storm in the wrath of the gods…”

He said, "Now, we have nothing to offer to you except the lives of fourteen of us."

In the silence, the White Crown King listened indifferently, but did not speak. Only the old people bowed to the ground tremblingly and kowtowed humbly and prayed.

Until he made a voice: "Then sacrifice."

The leader was stunned, and then, as if he was given a general amnesty, he turned around and waved behind him. So someone walked forward, held a small swaddle, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the Lord of Pure White.

In the deep sleep, the little baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.

The old men looked up expectantly and looked up at the White Crown King's appearance. Regardless of the solemn majesty, the blood and tears slowly flowed down.

After a long time, the White Crown King nodded slightly: "Keep."

Then the old man laughed, as if he had been freed, and respectfully bowed before the Supreme King, praising his kindness and favor.

The leader at the front pulled out a sharp knife from his arms, raised it devoutly, and stabbed it into his chest.

Blood flows out.

He closed his eyes contentedly, handed the handle of the knife to the person behind him, and then quietly turned into ashes.

Then the second old man came forward, bowed down, offered his blood, and dissipated in the wind.

One after another.

Until the end, the old woman stabbed the blade full of blood into her heart, but the ruthless death did not come. She was stunned for a moment, stabbed her again in horror, but her life was still continuing.

"Don't be frightened, I've accepted your sacrifice."

The White Crown King calmly ordered: "One day, I will collect it from you, but not now."

He said, "You have a more important mission, and you want to continue to exist."

"I am very honored... Please give me a revelation."

In such gifts and generosity, the old woman shed tears of gratitude, kowtowed devoutly, and waited for the king's decree.

"Take this child east."

The King of White Crown said, "Go where the Taurus stands, is the promised land I give you."

"You must raise him, tell him the sacrifices and piety you have given today, and tell him that the old blood has shed today, but the new blood will continue to live, because in the future the blood of the whole world will come here.

You have lost your tribe members, but a new tribe member will be born. Today, the property you have lost will be ten thousand times or even more in the future."

The White Crown King declared: "This is my agreement with you, to engrave it on the stone foundation of Taurus. As long as Taurus exists for one day, your prosperity will be indestructible."

So, in the pious praise, the old woman picked up the baby and kowtowed toward the east.

Disappear in this wilderness.

Everything returns to silence.

But the long wait has been going on.

Countless people came, countless people kowtowed, and countless people left with redemption.

From beginning to end, the White Crown witnessed everything calmly.

Until a long time later, a small lifeboat drifted in the mist on the sea in the distance, carrying the girl who should not have existed.

On that vain face, the White Crown King's eyes seemed to be raised, and he immediately understood.

"Is new things like branches?"

He commented indifferently, "You have created a fantasy that is absolutely impossible, and you have schemingly created a future that should not exist... Whose arrangement is this?"

Behind him, three figures appeared.

The old man, the woman in black, and the middle-aged man with glasses should not exist here to caress the chest and salute, and meet the King of White Crowns.

The White Crown King glanced indifferently, and his tone became mocking.

"DM? What can you get with an endless adventure and a single bet? Is it utopia?"

The old man's face was calm and his eyes were drooping.

"St?Can the eternal struggle between darkness and undercurrents lead to a bright future in intrigue?"

The woman in black robe didn't speak and her smile remained unchanged.

"kp? What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human knowledge? Wisdom beyond human intelligence?"

The White Crown King easily understood the nature of the comer, and his arrogance was unconcealed: "Knowledge beyond human knowledge has no inspiration to mankind, and wisdom beyond human intelligence has no use to mankind.

When courage is exhausted, there is nothing at the end of fear."

"—What you ask for is fantasy, and what you get is nothingness. The so-called 'kingdom of heaven' is such a meaningless place!"

"But that's our mission, isn't it?"

The visitors spoke, and the three voices overlapped in one place, "The end of eternal pursuit must have meaning."

Bai Guanwang raised his eyebrows, and for a long time, he withdrew his gaze indifferently: "So, what did the guests from another timeline bring to me?"

"A possible."

DM spoke, "It is possible to save."

"What are you going to take away?"

"A hope, avoid repeating the same mistakes," said st.

After a brief ponder, White Crown nodded: "Fair deal."

He stretched out his hand.

So the three of them spread their palms, and the three broken pages overlapped in one place, turning into an ancient scroll and falling into the hands of the White Crown King.

From the silence of the sea tide, the majestic figure dissipated in the void.

No, it should be said that they were sent out of their own territory by the White Crown King.

There is also the lifeboat that slowly docked.

On the boat, the girl soaked in the waves woke up from her drowsiness, opened her sleepy pupils and stared at this strange world.

It is cold and dark, cruelly as if it cannot withstand a trace of warmth.
To be continued...