Silverfish Island.

A witch spirit from the wasteland arrived here.

The island is full of plants, and the traces of the existence of the former village can only be seen among the dense ferns.

Big trees have grown on the island, and now they are so thick that they need to be hugged by one person.

In the distance, there are clouds, mountains, fog and seas, and at the foot is a secluded island, and around it is dense vegetation.

Standing here is like bathing in the drizzle of early spring, and my whole body has become pure.

It is impossible to remember the tragedies that once happened here.

The snake man and witch spirit crawl in the center of the island.

He unfolded the book in his hand, and a symbol of truth projected into the sky.

Just like an eye observing everything around you, collecting all the information here.

"God of truth and knowledge!"

"Your most faithful believer Sukob found the place you said, the place where God came to pass by the Creator, the place where the gods came from."

"The Lost Country in the Legend has been completely closed. Twenty years ago, something happened here..."

The snake man witch Ling Sukob collected information from all over the place and finally found this place.

The existence of the Lost Country is so dazzling, and everything that happened on Silverfish Island is too strange.

pity.

He came too late.

The power of the ghost transformation ritual has long dissipated and has become undetectable.

But in the eyes of gods, other characteristics are more obvious.

It is deeply imprinted on this island.

The mark of mythical life, the traces of the light of original sin.

In the eyes of Asai, the god of truth and knowledge, these traces are like lights in the dark night, so conspicuous.

Anhofors, the little man in the bottle, Asai themselves have a close connection. Their destiny, once, the power entangled with each other, they are like the reflection of the same person in different angles under the mirror.

He found that the fragmented power left by the villain in the bottle was as if he was looking for a part of himself who had lost.

The snake man, the witch Ling Suk, finished praying and waiting for the Gate of Truth to collect data.

at last.

The God of Truth and Knowledge descended to the oracle: "Go to find the fragments of the little man in the bottle."

The light descended from a high place and fell on the snake man witch Lingsukob.

"Sukobe."

"The mark of truth will tell you how to sense the fragments of the little man in the bottle."

Asai now believed that as long as he could find the fragments of the little man in the bottle that had appeared here, he could catch Xiao's tail.

Sukob didn't understand what the little man in the bottle was, and such a description never even appeared in the vocabulary of the snake man.

People living in bottles?

What's this?

He didn't know how dangerous this villain who lived in the bottle had been. It was a mythical life. Although the glory and power of the past dissipated like smoke and clouds, only scattered fragments were left to prove that it had existed.

Sukob firmly expressed that he would fulfill God's will.

It was God who allowed him to walk out of the wasteland, it was God who allowed him to possess strength, and it was God of truth and knowledge that allowed his poor hometown to be changed.

"The great God of truth and knowledge."

“Everything will be as you wish.”

Asai's servant traveled thousands of miles and spent several years collecting fragments of the little man in the bottle.

These fragments are scattered everywhere, big and small.

The truth of the villain in the bottle, the God's contract, has long been lost, and the deformed eternal life has also been shattered with the bottle, leaving only the light of original sin shining on the fragments.

at last.

Sukob came to Yoan Town.

The one who ruled this town was a family that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"Shana Family."

Although the power of wisdom cannot be like the power of life, and can directly feel whether a person is a real life through the rhythm of life, Sukob can also feel the strangeness of this family.

Like the people in this town.

Moreover, through the authority given to him by God, Sukob felt that there was also a fragment of a small man in a bottle here.

This fragment has been integrated into a person's body and has become a new prop.

"There are fragments of the Lord?"

Sukob instantly understood that he had found the clues and goals that the God of Truth and Knowledge wanted to find.

“Finally found.”

"It's him right here."

Sukob looked excitedly at the small lake in the distance and the ancient castle beside the lake.

Walking through the plains of the beasts, the sunrise and the city-states.

Through tribes, cities and villages.

He finally found the other party.

At this moment, the middle-aged Xia Na in the castle suddenly felt uneasy. He walked up the stairs on the second floor, walked to the window and looked outside.

But I saw nothing.

Where he could not see his sight, a door to mythology opened on the edge of the dream world, immersing his power into reality through the dream world.

In a corner of the town.

The snake man, Ling Sukob, is conducting a ceremony to communicate with the gods.

He took himself and the Witch Spirit Book as the core of the ritual, communicated with the dream world through rituals, and called on the gods with mantras.

The symbol of truth in his hand emitted light, and an invisible extraordinary light turned into a pillar of light to connect to the sky.

"The God of Truth, the Lord of Books and Knowledge, and the God of Asai who is eternal reincarnation."

"I call you, I pray to you, and I ask your strength to come to this world."

The power of the Gate of Truth envelops the town.

In an instant, the entire town was frozen, and a powerful force acted on everyone and affected everyone's will.

It can even reverse time and deduce some of the things that have happened in this small town.

Although not all, it is not necessarily completely accurate.

But this power is already very magical.

The edge of the city of knowledge within the Gate of Truth.

Asai and Porik were right in front of the surging sea of ​​knowledge, watching the vast ocean of information surging into pictures.

The two saw the appearance of Shanna for several generations, the underground palace of the Shanna clan, and the essence of the Shanna clan.

Shana's shadow condensed and formed, and appeared in front of Asai.

Asai stretched out his hand.

It was pointed on the illusory shadow.

In reality, Xia Na suddenly felt a trance. He seemed to feel a little tired and unconsciously leaned against the wall and held his forehead.

He doesn't know.

Someone reads his memories from thousands of miles away from a world.

Asai finally got the information he wanted and finally captured the shadow of Xiao hiding behind the scenes of the world.

"The destined thread-lifting puppet."

"One of the arrangements left by Xiao."

It was like Asai's Porick's right hand, and Vivien's Eye of True Knowledge.

Porick asked Asai: "Asai God, can you find it?"

The moment Asai reads his memory, Porick also shared it through the Gate of Truth.

Asai replied: "Xiao was very careful. It hid the destined thread-lifting puppet, probably in some way, somewhere in the dream world."
To be continued...