"So, it's a trap?"

Magellan sneered and stood in place, watching the wave-like clouds envelop him, but he didn't move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You see, the ancient god science has fallen into a deadly madness because of your rebellion, and he has not only failed again and again in trouble with you, but has completely lost his mind, and personally lowered the light of science, but only killed an Emankai god, and caused himself to fall into a deep sleep. ”

"Do you think you can do what the Old Gods can't?"

The pillars of clouds were already in sight, and the pure white mountains stretched all the way to the distant zenith.

"When doing something, always think about whether it is necessary, and whether it can be successful or not can be put aside. If you were in the situation I am in now, would you do nothing because there is little hope of success?"

"Of course," began to change before Magellan's eyes, just as he had escaped from the elven illusion by his sanity, "for hope was not slim, but non-existent." ”

"You!"

The voice of science seemed to still echo in his ears, and the pillar of clouds in front of Magellan's eyes had disappeared, and he returned to reality, standing on the altar.

Magellan let out a long sigh.

"You've been there for a long time. ”

The countess's voice came from behind him, and Magellan looked up, only to see the stars in the night sky.

"Hmm...... It's been a long time, indeed ”

"I think there's something you might want to know. ”

Magellan turned to look at the countess, and then smiled: "No, let me tell you a piece of news first." ”

"What?"

"I know what the Old Gods are. ”

"Well, science has been so generous to you," the countess shook her head, still without a smile on her face, "just as you were talking to science, on the far west sea, the long-lost Scientology-level miracle reappeared. ”

"What's that?"

"The most representative of these miracles is teleportation. ”

......

The chart disappeared into the white light, and Francis watched the scene without a hint of excitement in his heart.

But he still did not hesitate to laugh in front of the sailors: "Rum!"

Everyone was satisfied, the Holy See had seen where the New World was, and the sailors had found the treasure and received the gold coins of the Holy See - except for Francis.

On this island, they had gone through enough trouble that Francis felt deserved what he wanted.

But it didn't turn out as he hoped, like a joke of science.

When the plants in the forest retreated in the miracle of the Holy See, Francis was convinced that he was the new Moses, and after that, he went through what Moses had gone through—the hardships and dangers that left no glimmer of hope in sight.

With the help of the miracles of the devout, the road to the peak was smooth, and even the rocks beneath the trees had melted into a flat ground, but it was only after arriving at their destination that they could see what kind of problem Magellan had left behind.

The strange shape of the mountain in the middle of the island meant something that Francis could see when he actually climbed the rocky mountain.

The black rocky mountain was hollow, and the strangely shaped gap was filled with a piece of water, and below the surface of the sea was a stone building, and sailors standing on the edge of the gap could see through the clear water the familiar architectural style - just like the previous buildings with hidden symbols.

"Volcanic ......"

Only a massive submarine volcanic eruption could have created the myriad shallows and strangely shaped black rocky mountains of the sea, as well as the waters hidden beneath the belly of the mountain in front of them.

It was an exciting discovery, but it did nothing to solve the problem at hand, especially since the Order's miracle prevented the building beneath the surface of the sea and its charts from coming into Francis' hands on its own.

I don't know if it was Magellan who built these buildings in the first place, but someone used an extreme method to ensure that anyone who wanted to get their hands on the charts would not be able to get the help of supernatural powers, which were shrouded in the turbulence of the essence.

The Essence has little effect on the miracles of the Holy See, but the Turbulence can lead to unpredictable results that can destroy all the faithful.

Originally, Francis was used to getting over Magellan's trap without the help of miracles, but this time, he began to hope for miracles to help him.

The first mate signaled to the sailors who remained on the ship to bring the ropes, and the devout began to prepare for the miracle of sending the charts away.

"Is it necessary?"

The professor stood beside Francis, frowning and shaking his head as he looked at the ripples on the water in the shadow cast by the mountain peaks.

"We must succeed," said the only devout who did not join the miracle was the one who had been helping the professor decipher the symbols, "and it would take a long time to prepare for this miracle, after all, it was a miracle that only the Order of the Silencers could use." ”

Francis smiled and patted the professor on the shoulder: "I'll go down and see first, Magellan can put the route map in alone, and we can definitely take it out with the help of the Holy See." ”

With that, he jumped down and plunged headlong into the water.

The water was cold, and Francis allowed herself to float on the water, adjusting her body to the cold, while looking at the building below through the clear water.

It was almost an enlarged replica of the buildings on the first few islands, but there was something vague about it that made Francis a little concerned. All previous buildings had no magic traps due to the Essence Turbulence, but this time it seems to be different.

The devotional man standing on the edge of the cliff waved at Francis, allowing a miracle to protect his eyes from seeing underwater and greatly prolonging the time he held his breath, but this would not work when Francis entered the range of the essence turbulence.

But for the time being, he doesn't have to go that deeper.

Francis took a deep breath and plunged into the water.

He dives into the depths like a fish, and although it has been a long time since he has done so, Francis' body remembers everything and enjoys the pleasure of a fish returning to the water.

From the bottom of the water, the building was no longer swaying, it was as black as a rocky mountain, the structure was very simple, there was no frills, the boulders were stacked together, supporting a beam in the middle, and the gate was in the center of the short square side, and it was pitch black in the middle, and no one knew what would be inside—except for the chart.

Francis carefully mastered the distance, not allowing himself to get close to the essence turbulence, while trying to find a place to start.

"Everything looks the same as before......"

Just as Francis was thinking, something that had never happened before.