The big waves hit the walls of the ship, and the waves tumbling endlessly. The waves surged high and even larger than the boat itself. They came in staggered like cliffs on both sides, which wanted to completely crush Aimeng and his men and the ship.

But even so difficult, the priest did not give up. He gathered his strength and strengthened the already tough cabin. The elemental boat was a sealed structure and it was not afraid of water inlet. This was its advantage over other ships.

But even so, under the increasingly loud thunder and the increasingly violent storm, Aimon still felt like a fallen leaf in the wind, constantly drifting in the sea, even being thrown up by huge waves from time to time, really floating in the air, and then falling into the sea again, lit a little insignificant splash of water.

"Ah, sure enough, it still doesn't work."

However, just when Aimeng felt hopeless to successfully approach the waters of the Divine Surrender, this time he fought desperately and ended up in failure.

Suddenly, a ray of light shone out a figure, walked out from the stormy waves and towards the floating boat.

For a moment, an indescribable fear and awe scared Ai Meng's heart. The gray-haired priest did not relax even after fighting with the Storm for several hours. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes when he saw the figure and forgot the storm around him.

Aimon's green pupils gradually changed into dragon pupils. He could see a figure walking slowly on the water, walking towards him.

At this moment, the storm on the sea gradually subsided. It was still raging before, and the storm caused surging waves. But after a moment, as the storm stopped, the clouds scattered, and the turbulent sea became gentle. At most, it screamed softly like a good cat being touched, and the waves became calm.

The sky is clear and the clouds are quiet, the white waves are calm, and the blue sea of ​​jubilant restores its original appearance, like a piece of fine blue gems, endless, extending to the end of the sea level, all the same color as the sea and the sky.

The white elemental boat was quietly suspended on this calm sea. At some point, the heart of the elemental furnace stopped operating, but Aimon no longer had the energy to pay attention to these things.

Because the gray-haired priest could see that after the clouds disappeared, the rising sunlight from the east shone on the heaven and earth, and the bright sunlight projected on the figure in front of Aimeng's eyes, making his face clear.

It was a young man with long black hair. He had facial features that were not like the people of fire, but it was perfectly incredible. He could not pick out even a slight flaw and reveal a majesty from the essence of the soul. In the depths of the blue-purple dragon eyes, there was a dazzling light flashing in his body, and the whole body was filled with an indescribable solemnity and holiness.

At this moment, it seemed as if day was coming.

"You, you are..."

Opening the door of the sealed cabin of the Elemental Boat, Ai Meng subconsciously walked out of the boat and wanted to get close to the figure. When he stepped out, the priest remembered that he was on the sea.

He stepped on the sea and thought he would fall into the sea, but the fact was contrary to this. Aimeng felt as if he was stepping on the solid earth. The sea water carried his weight like land, allowing him to walk normally.

Without time to think too much, everything was a miracle. Aimeng folded his hands in front of his chest, and he walked forward step by step.

A strong intuition.

A kind of closeness derived from bloodlines.

An instinct from spiritual supremacy.

And, invisibly, the gathering of the power of wishes and prayers.

Aimeng even vaguely saw that behind the figure, there was a big dragon, an extremely huge, white-winged and horned immortal ancient dragon soul roaring to the sky, and above the head of the ancient dragon soul, there was an extremely bright "Judgement Eye" condensed from pure soul light, releasing a blue-purple glow, like a crown, worn on the head of the dragon.

Just standing there, he seemed to be able to illuminate the heaven and earth, and even the light of the stars in the sky was dimmed by his existence. It was clearly an endless sea without boundaries, and was completely occupied by his sense of existence, thus appearing narrow and solidified, as if still.

This is something that needs no doubt at all.

Step by step, the gray-haired priest soon came to the figure. Until this time, Ai Meng discovered that he was already the only ship in this sea area, and everyone had returned in the storm, and only he persisted until now.

The black-haired young man looked at Aimon with a smile.

"My Lord!"

Facing the figure, Aimeng folded his hands devoutly and wanted to kneel down to worship, but a gentle force made him unable to kneel down, so he could only stand up straight and stand in place.

Then he heard a calm voice, spoken in the ancient Taltadis language, and resounded in the ears and in the soul.

[No need to bow to any existence.]

The voice said in this way, as if it contained the truth: [People only need to bow to their own hearts.]

“Yes, yes”

Suddenly, the gray-haired priest suddenly realized, and he murmured to himself: "The Lord of Judgment says: There is no need to bow to others in life, only true justice is worth bowing down. I have forgotten your teachings. It is really ignorant!"

Su Zhou, who has already figured out what kind of attitude the sentient beings in this world are towards the Lord of Judgment through the storm and the heart of no thought, is roughly clear about what the sentient beings in this world are about to the Lord of Judgment: "?"

Have I said this?

"You definitely haven't said it, but the 'Judgement Lord' in this world is not necessarily the case."

In the soul space, Yara smiled happily and said, "As an existence that has begun to sing legends and even becomes a god-myth, you have to do every word in the future, it will become the source of some people's classics and the "Saint Day". It's like I have never written the Holy Snake Spirit prayer book at all, but even if it appears, I can't do anything about it."

"This is not a problem, mainly why, in this world, I actually become the main god that the whole world respects?"

Facing the gray-haired priest standing respectfully in front of him, Su Zhou looked at the other party and couldn't help feeling even more confused: "There are such a devout believer! He is even reciting the original classic texts related to me in the "Doctave"! No wonder I had such a huge vow to lock me up as soon as I arrived here, no wonder!"

"What did I become in the legend of this world?"

Although I thought so in my heart, Su Zhou still smiled calmly in reality.

"Go, my apostle."

He said to Aimun, his voice as if it was coming from a distant end, with a lot of resounding: "Don't make a sound, keep quiet."
Chapter completed!