Magellan sat next to the boulder and did not touch the food on it.

"I'm here to find a companion. ”

The man nodded, and he raised his glass with a look that he already knew.

"She's fine, don't worry. ”

Magellan smiled.

"Where is she?"

"You can't see her just yet. ”

Magellan nodded and said nothing more.

"Please rest, guests who have traveled far away," the man drank the wine from his glass and stood up, "The immortals are already waiting, but it would be rude to let the guests who came from afar not even have time to rest." ”

With that, the man left.

Magellan sat on the meadow in the woods, with the distant mountain birdsong in his ears, and the grass and trees around him were full of fresh air, leisurely and leisurely.

But that's just the surface.

Now, he was sure that the countess was in trouble.

The man was a Brahmin, and the mountains and forests were his domain, but it seemed that there were other Brahmins, not far away—"immortals" were the honorific titles enjoyed by the higher ranks of the Brahmins.

The smell of divine power permeated this mountain forest, which made Magellan, who was accustomed to the essence, feel very different, if the countess was really here, then she must have lost all her magical powers.

That's why it's possible for the brahmins here to trap her.

Magellan drew his mark on the stone table with crimson wine, slowly advancing logic.

There is a question, what do these brahmins want?

The countess did not clash with the locals on a journey to find answers, and Magellan chose to believe that it was the Brahmin who showed malice first.

But there is no answer to the question of why a brahmin would show ill will towards a stranger.

Magellan remembered the last news he had received before leaving the port of Neuredu: Dantès was at the Countess's side.

Things may have gone beyond his expectations.

Time passed, and in the evening, the brahmin came out of the forest and stood before Magellan again.

"Come with me. ”

The two walked into the dense forest, and after a long time, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a meadow appeared in front of them.

This is at the foot of a large mountain, and in the north stands a tall snow-capped mountain that connects with the sky, and the top of the mountain is a pure white, ice and snow that will not melt for thousands of years.

"Welcome. ”

A giant turned around, lowered his head, and looked at Magellan.

It was a terrifying giant with indigo-blue skin, a face indistinguishable from a male to a female, and a slit in his forehead, which was a closed third eye. He has six arms, each holding an artifact, including a sharp weapon and a strangely shaped metal vessel, as well as a lotus flower.

"We've been waiting for a long time. ”

It was a god.

Terrifying divine power echoed in the air, and the feeling of danger was everywhere, a god of destruction that Magellan had never seen before, and his power was even close to that of science—the most powerful of the gods Magellan had ever seen.

An emotionless smile appeared on the god's soft face, and he leaned down towards Magellan, a powerful sense of oppression falling from the sky.

"Outsider, Magellan. ”

Magellan suppressed the surprise in his heart, he never thought that the Brahmin here already knew his name, so the countess must be here.

"What's your name?"

The giant god looked up, a mocking smile on his face.

"Shiva. ”

The oppression in the air vanished, and the divine power calmed down, at least temporarily.

"I'm here looking for a companion. ”

"The princess named Helen," the god turned and nodded slowly, "Yes, she's in Mount Meru, but not here. ”

"Where is she?"

The giant god glanced down at Magellan, then raised the arm holding the lotus flower and pointed to the snow-capped mountains in the north.

Magellan sighed inwardly.

At least for the time being, it was impossible for him to see the Countess, whether her current relationship with the Brahmin was hostile or allied.

"We are in a war. ”

The god named Shiva turned to look at Magellan.

"With whom?"

"Asura. ”

That's a term that represents a lot of people.

"That princess, the most important force, is the reincarnation of a god who is destined to fight for the gods in this war. ”

"I want to see her. ”

Shiva nodded slightly: "Yes, but not now." ”

......

It's dark at night.

This mountain forest is a wonderful place, and the ubiquitous divine power changes everything, including the climate.

Magellan lay on the grass and prepared to sleep, and so far the Brahmin had shown all kindness, and even if Magellan had not been allowed to see the countess for the time being, it gave a reasonable reason - Helen was in the battlefield, very far away.

Then he heard footsteps.

Magellan looked up, and then saw Dontesse Edmond.

She was thinner than before, she looked so bony, her face haggard, without a trace of blood, and her clothes looked excessively wide as if they were hanging on a hanger.

Magellan stood up and walked up to her, surprised to find her in tears.

"Are you okay?"

"I ......"

Dantès laughed, sobbing as she couldn't say a complete sentence.

Magellan had a lot of questions, but he knew that it was impossible to get any answers, at least for now.

The two sat on the ground, Magellan patiently waiting for Dantès to calm down.

The night was silent, and the divine power calmed down, as if it had completely disappeared.

"I'm here with the countess. ”

"Hmm. ”

It doesn't matter at all, Magellan has known the news for a long time, what matters is what the situation of the countess is now.

"I've been waiting for you ......"

"I'm here. ”

Magellan waited patiently, he was now anxious, and Dantès was in a very bad state, which meant that the countess was probably not in a good situation.

But Dantès never calmed down, she kept crying silently, even if she stopped crying, she didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry ......"

Dantès stood up, she turned to look at Magellan, and walked towards the woods.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. ”

Magellan followed.

He had a hunch in his heart that it was better for Dantès not to leave alone now.

Then, as the two reached the edge of the clearing, Dantès fell headlong to the ground.

Magellan rushed forward, and he picked Dontès up from the ground, and then found that the great artery in her neck had been cut.

"I'm sorry ......"

Dantès watched Magellan rush to stop her bleeding, a relieved smile on his face.

"I got the countess trapped...... I'm sorry. ”

Magellan had already pressed the artery with his fingers, but that would have helped, and if no miracle had happened, it would not have been long before Dantès would have died.