In the prayer hall at the end of the main hall, Kerribben and Cremar walked with heavy steps. The entire temple was filled with refugees. But in the Hall of Prayer, no one disturbed him.

Originally, there was a statue of Angelis, the god of life. The twenty-meter-tall marble statue of the god ** and kind, his arms drooped slightly, his eyes were peaceful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly smiling. Just like the respected elders, they see the happy life of the younger generations.

On the day of Angelis' return to God, the colossus shattered and collapsed, turning the ground into meaningless rubble.

People were reluctant to come near here, only High Priest Mortimer knelt in front of the rubble and prayed silently.

It was a very cruel prayer. High Priest Mortimer ** held his upper body, and the sharp and terrifying cyan thorn branches ran through his body, and blood gushed down, dripping down the lower half of his body, which was already deep in the ground.

Since the day the god of life left and the idol was shattered, High Priest Mortimer has been kneeling here for three years. On that day, the oracle of Angles came here, and God demanded that the priest who served him commit suicide immediately, and that he would bring the souls of the clergy back to his kingdom.

This was the last chance, and all the priests committed suicide, except for the most respected High Priest Mortimer.

The high priest was so favored by the gods that his body was transformed by divine powers, and it was difficult for him to die. But this favor has become a curse. Mortimer knelt here, thorns running through his body, and he endured excruciating pain, hunger, cold, tiredness, and sorrow, but could not die a painful death.

At first, people talked about him, throwing garbage and stones at him.

"It doesn't matter how long you kneel! Your God will not return! People cried and beat him, "There will be no return!" Why don't you come with him! ”

They vented all their doubts and disappointments with God on this venerable old man.

Mortimer didn't say a word, and endured it silently. Then the people got bored and became numb and stopped disturbing his prayers. Only Kerribben, the king of Singh, will come from time to time.

"Here you are, my king."

Mortimer opened his eyes from the thorns, his eyes were gray, and tiny thorns grew inside him, destroying his eyes.

"Your Excellency High Priest......" Kerry squatted in front of Mortimer, and stopped talking.

Mortimer had been his teacher, and he wanted the venerable elder to renounce such a terrible and senseless act. But Carey knew he would not be able to convince the determined High Priest.

"My king, you need not say much, my torment is coming to an end." Mortimer's voice shattered, and the thorns had spread to his guts, "I saw it! Salvation is at hand! Grab it! Kerry Ben! You're going to catch it! ”

At this point, the dying High Priest did not know where the strength came from, and his right hand broke the thorny branches that were wrapped around it, and frantically tugged at the placket of Kerribben.

"Catch it!"

It seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, and the High Priest lowered his arm, and he closed his eyes again.

Kerry stroked his front and got up to leave thoughtfully.

"Catch what?" Cremar, who had been following, asked.

Kerry opened the placket and wore a string of delicate ornaments inside.

"This is what my aunt, Amman, the former queen of Emerald Grove, personally knitted for me when I was born."

Cremar looked suspicious.

"I've heard from my father that Mortimer was a very powerful prophet before he was promoted to high priesthood."

"So, it's the Ainstone?"

Just then, an elven soldier ran in from outside.

"Your Majesty!" He yelled, "Hall and Kelam are back!" ”

Kerribben and Cremar looked at each other and quickly followed the soldier away.

The footsteps of King Singh faded away, but another slowly approached.

Lucieu emerged from the shadows and stood in front of the fragment of the idol, beside the High Priest Mortimer.

"I'm curious." After a while, Lucieux spoke, "Are you asking for anyone's help?" ”

"No, I'm atoning for my sins."

"Atonement? For whom? For your God? Bear these pains for your God's mistakes? ”

"God is infallible, so God doesn't need to atone for sin." Mortimer said, "Only mortals make mistakes, and I'm atoning for myself." ”

"What is your sin?"

"My sin is to prevent Keriben from rescuing the Aya elves who are still wandering on the continent after the destruction of Emerald Forest Island. I told Kerry that God had given up on them, and that we should close the door. God is infallible, so it must be Aya who is wrong...... Until, Angelis also gave up on us. ”

Lucieu was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Excellency High Priest, with all due respect, you will not be able to obtain forgiveness from Angelis. No matter how much you try to atone for your sins, Angelis will never look at this God-forsaken land. Who are you asking for forgiveness? The souls of Aya who died miserably? ”

"God is in my heart." Mortimer pointed to his heart, where blood was abundant, so that the thorns flourished and even bloomed a small white flower, "I pray that the God of my heart will forgive me." ”

"I see." Lucieu nodded, "So, Your Excellency High Priestess, don't you mind that I'm praying here too?" ”

"As you can see, it's spacious."

"Thank you......"

Lucieux clasped her hands and knelt down solemnly.

Steel thorns poured in from all directions, piercing her body and continuing to twist and wriggle, wrapping her in a thorny cocoon.

Darkness descended quickly.

When Carey met Hall and Khairam, they were lying on a stretcher on the march.

Surrounded by Clifford's army that day, the two thought they were going to die. In a desperate moment, Lucieu demanded that they retreat immediately, and she came to divert the enemy army.

Kelam tried to stop it, but Lucieu had already penetrated into the enemy line and was killed. In order to complete the important task of escorting the Ayn Stone, the two of them looked at their companions sadly for the last time, and resolutely fled in the opposite direction.

Neither of them had an easy time, and Clifford also arranged a siege in the rear. The two fought fiercely all the way, killing dozens of human soldiers before they could escape.

But at the same time, Hall and Kelam are also the last two of them, they are scarred and exhausted. At this time, it is almost an impossible task to continue to cross the blockade line and send the Ayn Stone into the Jungle Royal Court.

But the two of them just became.

They trembled and infiltrated in the direction of the royal court, only to find that the nails on this route had been pulled out one step ahead.

The two of them didn't know why, but they just thought it was a powerful guerrilla squad that happened to be operating nearby. They made their way out of the jungle behind the royal court, far from the human camp. The elven defenders on the walls rescued them and immediately informed Kerryben.

"Your Majesty, fortunately not disgraced!"

Hall handed the package to Kerryben, who immediately handed it to Cremar.

The white-robed mage opened the package and saw a fist-sized, milky white light, slowly levitating and spinning the treasure.

Cremar nodded to Kerryburn, confirming that it was correct.

"Without further ado, we'll set up the locks at once."

"Good!"

"Hall, Kelam, you are the heroes of the Singh elves. Once the locks are arranged, I'll announce your exploits to everyone! ”

Kerry took Hall's hand, complimented him, and ordered the soldiers to treat the two well. He then followed in Kremall's footsteps and hurried away.

Looking at Kerryben's back, Hall opened his mouth and gave up again. He wanted to report to His Majesty about Lucieu's situation. This companion met halfway through the operation was a great part of the operation. In order to cover the departure of the two, she sacrificed herself to lead away the enemy. The credit for escorting Ayn Stone, she should not be forgotten.

However, Your Majesty is busy, so let's clarify this matter after the mystery is completed.