Metaverse, Jiangnan City

The courtyard is full of yellow leaves, and the birds on the branches are preparing to migrate further south to bid farewell to this place for the year.

Amid the disturbing sound of birds, everyone in the room was nervous and did not dare to speak, and their eyes were fixed on Ferrante, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The giant sat aside, one hand dangling over Ferrante's chest, data flowing through his body.

Ferrante on the bed fell into a coma, the passage of time did not spare him, and old age had long been with him.

Not only that, in addition to his old state, the left half of Ferrante's body exudes a heat that ordinary flesh can't bear, and the terrifying twisted wounds and scars are still oozing blood, and occasionally one or two spots of black ash and dim sparks can be seen.

After a long time, the giant withdrew his arm, got up and nodded, and led the others outside, and Sophia couldn't help but ask:

"How's it going, is he okay?"

Impatience swirled in her eyes, and Evnie on the side frowned.

"Don't worry, it's much better, there are signs of improvement, but I really can't help the wound, the power of the gods involves rules, and even I am bound in it. The giant shook his head.

"Now he can only rely on drugs to stabilize his state temporarily, as for waking up, it can only depend on his own will, but I believe Ferrante, he is a great man. ”

Sophia gasped and bowed her head, and when she was about to fall, she was helped by Evernie and sent into the house.

The current Metaverse is much more stable than before, the vassal kings in various places are still divided, and the emperor has been completely ousted from the throne, but no one can really sit on it anymore.

Most of the rebel armies of ordinary people died in the melee, but Ferrante was the only one, relying on advanced weapons to make everyone shudder.

But Ferrante still insisted on not dealing with the others, and still clung to Protestantism.

The use of firearms and weapons frustrated the Protestant forces and was on the verge of defeat many times, but Alena and Julianne finally stopped sitting behind the scenes, but went down to the world and joined the battlefield.

The giants were one against two, and they were restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, and for a while, the power of the people of Ferrante fell into a quagmire, and they could only be beaten passively.

And Ferrante was injured this time, because he took the lead on the battlefield, but was accidentally injured by the aftermath of the battle between the giant and the two gods.

After a while, Evernie returned to the courtyard and sat down on a stone bench in the gazebo, her fingers tapping her skull.

"What can I do with the big one? I can't beat you, maybe Sost has a way?"

The giant shook his head: "Sost is indeed very powerful, but he has never seen the true divine power, with his current technical strength, facing the gods is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg." ”

Aveney knew that what the giant said was true, what had happened in the last era, and it was not that he almost died in the melee of the gods and broke the inheritance.

"If we fail, they won't do anything to our world. ”

"Our world ......," the giant muttered, "there are other gods in our world, and the only way to defeat them is to defeat them......"

............

In the middle of a golden lake with no end in sight, Ferrante rubbed his eyes and stood up straight, looking around in disbelief.

It's an endless space, except for the lake beneath your feet, and only the sky where you don't know where the light source is.

"It's ...... I wasn't hit by black flames......"

Ferrante cautiously tried to move his steps with a puzzled attitude, and the lake clattered, breaking the silence.

After a long time, Ferrante, who was gradually gaining courage, quickened his pace, he could not discern the direction of this place, and could only walk in a muffled voice.

In the end, he didn't know how long he had walked, but he felt that his mouth was dry and his body was tired, and he sat directly in the golden water of the lake, which could only reach his ankles.

Looking down at the reflection in the lake, it was exactly what he looked like when he was young, but at that moment, he forgot who he was, where he came from, and what he had experienced.

All the memories seemed to abandon him, making him a blank in the world, but he didn't panic at all, just stared quietly at his reflection in the lake.

His mouth was getting drier and drier, and his throat seemed to be about to smoke, and Ferrante finally couldn't bear the throbbing torment, and suddenly grabbed a handful of lake water and poured it into his throat.

The sweet taste was refreshing, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, but at this moment, Ferrante was stunned, as if she had become a plaster sculpture.

Countless memories come flooding back, some about this life and some about the previous life...... Countless memories of reincarnation washed over his soul, and he wandered in the long river of time and gradually lost his mind.

It wasn't until he reached the end that he finally stopped, and saw the Church of Light, Alena as the Pope of Light, Sophia hidden in the shadows, and everything......

Half a month later, the unconscious Ferrante finally woke up, the wound on the left half of his body had scabbed, but it was still ugly.

Paradoxically, he refused to allow everyone to come into the house, even Sophia was turned away, and he sat alone in the room contemplatively, combing through the vast memories that should have belonged to him.

Three days later, the door opened, and the emaciated Ferrante's eyes were filled with a different light, but the others ignored them, except for the giant, who scratched the top of his bare head and expressed his doubts.

............

Ferrante's awakening was a boost to his forces, and the warriors regained their spirits and prepared to follow their generals into battle.

To everyone's surprise, Ferrante suspended the army's offensive, ordered to stand by, and instructed Sophia to prepare a carriage for him, and left Jiangnan City alone despite dissuasion.

Qingzhou

The land here was already barren, but now it is even more bare, with no grass growing, and the terrifying heat scorches the earth, as if the sun has set from the sky.

Ferrante wore a cloth shirt, and pinned the ruby sword at his waist that had finally waited for his master's return, and walked step by step on the hot earth.

This is the tenth day he has entered Qingzhou, the closer he gets to the hinterland of Qingzhou, the higher the temperature around him, until now, the yellow sand under his feet has begun to appear glazed, and any creature can only die here.

Ferrante looked at the sun in the sky, the heat bent his beard, and he threw the empty water bladder on the side of the road, continuing to walk towards the sand dunes ahead.

There was a dead poplar tree in the dunes, a temperature that should have turned to ashes, but it still hung there, because under the tree stood a man, no, a god, Alena.

Ferrante gradually approached, finally stopping under the dunes, looking up at Alena with a smile and not speaking.

"You're here. ”

"Long time no see, Alena. ”