Jessica falls from the endless darkness. There was nothing around, including the oncoming wind.

Only the silent darkness rushed in. It only took a few seconds for her to scream and close her eyes in fear.

She soon discovers that this is not useful, as her mind is constantly uncontrollably imagining the end of the fall—the ground, or the sea.

She opened her eyes, controlled her breathing, and waited in despair for herself to be smashed into a mess of flesh.

This state lasted for a long time, so long that she began to adjust to the fall of nothingness and selflessness - the mermaid girl even yawned.

Then, she began to see a huge ball far below.

A grayish, slow-turning, large ball of gravel and ash.

This big ball follows the perspective theorem. With it as a reference, Jessica realizes that she is falling fast. And as the distance between her and the big ball decreased, she noticed that the ball was not so round either.

It's somewhat flattened.

But this finding does nothing to help the status quo. I'm going to fall to my death on a ball. Jessica thought groggily.

She continues to fall.

She saw the gravel on the ball flowing slowly, the dust denting or floating. There are also volcanoes on the ball, grinning and spewing hot lava from them.

The ball continues to spin, and the falling Jessica sees something special on the ball.

A throne.

One is a huge throne even from a distance, and it is clumsy, rough, and ingenious. Its base is a mountain, and the upper end is flattened.

The relief on one of its handrails had collapsed, and it was as high as a mountain. As the ball turned, Jessica saw a bust of a winged, bearded, muscular old man in the center of the throne's back, holding a two-handed sword upside down, the tip of which was straight into his hands. The stem of the sword protrudes from the backrest and turns into a torch.

Now the flames were blazing, illuminating almost half of the ball.

This is obviously not a miracle axe created by heaven and earth, but the product of a knife and axe.

Who is this man?

Does anyone inhabit this ball?

A ridiculous idea popped into Jessica's head.

Then she laughed at herself: how could anyone live on the ball? What if you fall down after a little movement?

When the throne turned to face Jessica, she saw the ruins of the ancient, massive altar that had been built around the throne, with only a few broken pillars remaining.

Then, as if there was no gap in time, a frame suddenly interjected, and she felt a sense of strangeness. She closed her eyes and opened them again, and saw a giant on the throne.

He had wings on his back, a large beard, and pale temples. It's exactly what it looks like on the backrest. His lower limbs were two stupid, bendable pillars - a terrestrial man.

Like the throne, he grew up like a mountain. Jessica could imagine that she was probably no more than a toe tall in front of him.

The giant sat leaning over on his throne, one hand resting on his armrest, his eyes closed—as if asleep. The flames on the torch seemed to be linked to his breathing, rhythmically expanding and contracting.

How did he come about? Jessica couldn't figure it out.

The ball had taken up half of her field of vision, and was gradually becoming flat and expansive.

She's still falling. Jessica realized that if there were no surprises. She will be captured by this big ball and thrown to her death in front of the throne.

......

Panting, Peters jumped onto the port side of the Beer Keg, with the water behind him, and the oncoming Gregory slashed straight at him. He grabbed the rope and hung it in the air, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the elusive succubus's arms bursting into flames, and Peters's eyelids jumped, and he almost subconsciously slashed the rope with a sword.

In the next second, Lilith turned into a cloud of black smoke and dispersed, then condensed behind him. Her flaming hands wrapped their arms around Peters like sympathizers.

The captain of Iedin swayed away with the broken rope, narrowly avoiding it.

"You're doing well~"

Lilith said happily.

"yes......" Peters let go of his hand and slumped down on the deck. He was about to respond, but the tall living corpse stepped forward in silence and slashed down with an axe. He stopped, rolled on the spot, and ducked.

"Smack!"

Gregory's blow slashed deep into the deck, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Lilith was still standing there for a long time, and in her opinion, the human threat was not high enough for her to take seriously.

Peters breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze deliberately wandering over Lilith's hooves, and then responding to her words:

"Probably because I wore a good pair of boots. ”

"Lilith will make you never wear it again~" The succubus standing on the side of the ship paused slightly. When she reappeared, she was already veneered with Peters.

Her delicate face was almost punctured by Peters' steel-needle-like beard.

"Boom!" he barried his sword, blocking the claw that had slashed at the face.

The scarred sword broke in two.

Damn it!

"Your weapon is broken~" Lilith laughed happily.

Peters grabbed the broken sword and stepped back, he retreated to the starboard side of the "Beer Barrel", and behind him was the port side of the "Edin Beauty", he pulled the hook fixed to the two ships, and tried to retreat to the "Edin Beauty", but the elusive Lilith did not give him this opportunity.

Another living corpse that could only slash trees and chop trees, but could not die in any way, was also surrounded.

Peters was exhausted, and there were more and more small wounds on his body, all caused by Lilith's fingers.

He parried a few back and forth with his broken sword. In the end, he even threw away the broken sword.

Gregory had blocked him in the corner.

It seems that it only takes a light axe to solve him.

"Why are you here, Boss Peters?" said a familiar exclamation from the back of Peters' head.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was Henry, who always liked to be lazy and drink.

......

"You shouldn't be here. This is the place where the god of God, the Lord of Eternity, one of the three pillars of death, sleeps. ”

A crisp voice rang in Jessica's ears, and it seemed to be full of magic.

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped like a feather in the void where there was nothing, not even the slightest impact.

A giant suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Because it's too close, you can't see the whole picture.

She subconsciously looked at the big ball—it now took up all of Jessica's vision, if not more. Everything on top of it is like a bonsai.

The giants on the throne are still there.

"Ahh Jessica watched in amazement as he became her own size.

"That's it. He said.

Jessica looked at his legs—a young terrestrial man. He wore a rich, wide-cuffed aristocratic outfit. He wears a silk scarf around his neck and a feathered hat on his head.

She hadn't expressed her surprise yet.

"Lorelei once told me......" said the young man with a smile, "that the Sea Clan will have no need to weep, curtains, or graves when they die. You will be turned into droplets. Now it seems that she lied to me again. ”

"Are you?" said Jessica, looking around suspiciously, her eyes widening.

"Do you know Lord Lorelei?"