Four hundred years ago, the New World.

Beneath the gloomy sky, a faint ray of light shone through the clouds, illuminating the grey waves that tumbled in front of the reef.

Countless sharp reefs jutted out of the shore into the sky, sharp like blades, slicing through the waves that came up over and over again

Broken rails floated from the broken waves, and scorched sails, and countless shattered debris washed up onto the shore, half-buried in the sand.

Many more were carried away by the waves again.

Disappear into the depths of the ocean.

In the silence, an emaciated figure stood quietly on the shore.

Like a stone statue, silently waiting.

It is difficult to get a glimpse of his countenance, for it is too handsome for the earthly light to illuminate. I don't know how to look at his robe, because it is too solemn for his eyes to bear.

The only thing that showed his generosity between the sea and the sky was the cold and solemn white crown on his head, like truth, like miracles, like all the incredible.

It's here, it's true.

Then everything is like a dream bubble, in front of which it is difficult to show its own essence, and it has to tamely admit its own insignificance and humility.

In what seemed like an eternal wait, the lonely King of the White Crowns stood silently at the edge of the sea, staring silently into the distance, watching countless ships sail between the stormy waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people crying out in despair or pious prayers.

But they did not come to their aid because of their piety, nor did they punish them for their disobedience and arrogance.

Just wait.

In the murky waves, a few broken sampans staggered forward, crawling awkwardly on the shore.

The victims of the soaking water were pale, struggling to hold onto the reef in front of them, crawling on the sharp front, allowing their shells to be sliced apart and gasping for breath.

He looked up behind him sadly.

The huge fleet stood still above the sea, and the fire burned vigorously, and there were terrible screams and wails, and for a long, long time, all sank one step away from redemption.

The old survivors lowered their heads, tears streaming from their mottled gray haired faces, but they didn't dare to look at them.

Instead, he bowed his head, fell on his knees in the turbid waves, bowed his head reverently, and prostrated himself inch by inch, and bowed down at the feet of the Supreme Being.

"Have mercy on you, Lord of the Supreme White Crowns......"

The tearful leader raised his head and begged the gods for mercy.

So, the king of the white crown looked down, but there was no fluctuation in his calm eyes: "Peter of the Campbell clan, Simon of the Russell clan, Garcia of the Jackson clan, Heywood of the Capet clan, ......"

At this point, the names of those who bowed down were revealed one by one, and the Supreme Being asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"Audience and tribute. ”

The old man kowtowed again, and the tears fell into the gravel, melting silently: "We...... We want to give you everything, all our ...... O great Supreme King, we have come with all our families and poured out all that we have, but now we ...... But now......

With the exception of the Helsin clan, who became traitors to the gods' lackeys, our sixteen blood-sucking clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of clansmen, thousands of years of wealth and possessions, all of them have been buried in this cold storm in the wrath of the gods......"

He said, "There is nothing left for you today but the lives of fourteen of us." ”

In the silence, the White Crowned King listened indifferently, but did not speak, only the old people trembled and bowed to the ground, humbly prostrating themselves in prayer.

Until he uttered a voice, "Then offer your sacrifice." ”

The leader was stunned, and then, as if he had been pardoned, he turned around and waved behind him. So a man came forward on his knees, holding a small swaddling cloth, and laid the sleeping baby at the feet of the Lord of Pure White.

In its deep sleep, the little baby sucked its fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a sweet dream.

The old men raised their heads expectantly, looked up at the face of the white-crowned king, and ignored the cold majesty that pierced their eyes, and blood and tears slowly flowed.

After a long time, the white crown king bowed slightly: "Yes." ”

Then the old men laughed, as if they had been liberated, and bowed down before the Most High King, praising his mercy and favor.

The leader at the front drew a sharp knife from his bosom, raised it reverently, and stabbed it into his chest.

Blood flowed out.

He closed his eyes in contentment, handed the hilt to the man behind him, and then, silently, turned into ashes.

Then a second old man came forward, bowed down, offered his own blood, and dissipated in the wind.

One after another.

Eventually, the old woman stabbed the blood-soaked blade into her heart, but the merciless death did not come. She froze for a moment, and stabbed again in horror, but life continued.

"Don't be afraid, I have accepted your sacrifice. ”

The White Crown King calmly commanded, "Someday, I will go and collect it from you, but not now." ”

"You have a more important mission, and you have to continue to exist," he said. ”

"It's a great honor...... Send down the Revelation. ”

In the midst of such grace and generosity, the old woman left tears of gratitude, bowed her head reverently, and awaited the king's edict.

"Take this child and go east. ”

The king of the white crown said, "Go to the place where the golden ox stands, and I will give you the land of promise." ”

"Bring him up and tell him of your sacrifice and your piety today, and that the old blood is shed today, but the new blood will endure, for here the blood of the whole world will come.

You have lost your people, but new ones will be born. What you lose today will be ten thousand times more in the coming day. ”

The White Crown King declared: "This is my agreement with you, to inscribe it on the stone foundation of the Golden Calf, and as long as the Golden Ox exists, your prosperity will be indestructible." ”

So, in the midst of devotional praise, the old woman took the baby in her arms and prostrated herself to the east.

Disappear into the wilderness.

All was silent again.

But the long wait continues.

Countless people came, countless people prostrated their heads, and countless others departed with salvation.

From beginning to end, the White Crown King witnessed everything calmly.

It wasn't until a long time later, in the mist of the distant sea, that a small lifeboat drifted in, carrying the girl who shouldn't have existed.

On that ethereal face, the eyes of the white crown king seemed to be raised, and it was immediately clear.

"A new branch of things?"

He indifferently commented, "You have created a fantasy that is absolutely impossible, and you have worked hard to create a future that should not exist...... Whose arrangement is this?"

Behind him, three figures emerged.

The old man, the woman dressed in black, and the middle-aged man with glasses, who should not be here, stroked their chests and saluted to meet the king of the white crown.

The White Crown King glanced at him indifferently, and his tone became mocking.

"DM, what's to be gained by never-ending adventures and desperate bets?"

The old man's face was calm, and his eyes were lowered.

"ST. Can the struggle between eternal darkness and undercurrents lead to a bright future in the midst of intrigue?"

The black-robed woman did not speak, and her smile remained unchanged.

"KP, what are you looking for? knowledge beyond human knowledge, wisdom beyond human intelligence?"

The White Crown King easily penetrated the essence of the comer, and his arrogance was undisguised: "Knowledge beyond human knowledge is of no inspiration to mankind, and wisdom beyond human intelligence is of no use to mankind."

When courage is exhausted, there is nothing left at the end of fear. ”

What you ask for is fantasy, and you get nothing but nothing. The so-called 'Kingdom of Heaven' is such a meaningless place!"

"But that's our mission, isn't it?"

The comers spoke, and the three voices overlapped in one place, "At the end of the eternal search, there must be meaning." ”

The White Crown's eyebrows furrowed, and for a long time, he withdrew his gaze indifferently: "So, what did the guests from another timeline bring me?"

"One possibility. ”

DM spoke: "The possibility of saving." ”

"What are you going to take with you?"

"A hope, a hope to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past," ST said. ”

After a brief groan, the White Crowning King bowed his head: "Fair deal." ”

He held out his hand.

So, the three of them spread their palms, and the three broken pages overlapped in one place, turning into an ancient scroll, which fell into the hands of the White Crown.

From the silence of the tide, the majestic figure dissipated into the void.

No, it should be said, they were sent out of their domain by the White Crown.

And the lifeboat that slowly approached the shore.

On the boat, the girl, soaked in the waves, awoke from her stupor, opened her sleepy eyes, and stared at the strange world.

Cold and dark, cruel as if there was no room for warmth.

"She's cold. ”

ST said pityingly, taking off his dark robe and gently wrapping it around the girl's shoulder.

"Yes, thirsty and hungry. DM sighed and lit the campfire, the pot of soup on the flame boiling, the soup tumbling, and the fish already crispy.

"And lonely and painful. ”

KP waved his hand, the clouds dispersed, the turbid waves were clear, the bright sun shone between the sea and the sky, and clusters of green plants and flowers grew out of the sharp rock crevices, and the world was a beautiful place.

The girl stared at them blankly, shrank back in some fear, and clenched the broken axe blade in her arms, "Who are you?"

"The one who came to greet you. ST stared at her tenderly, "Like you, you are not a visitor here. ”

DM Chin: "Similar to you, it's a fantasy that doesn't exist in reality." ”

KP shrugged: "The essence is the same, the phantom who never lived in the world." ”

The spirits who only existed in the records and rumors said, staring at the girl in front of them, their eyes warm and gentle: "But you are different from us. ”

"Yes, not bound by mission. ”

"With freedom and a future, with possibility. ”

ST reached out and gently pulled her up, leading her to the campfire to feel the warmth.

"You ...... Did you come for me?"

Lily couldn't believe it.

"To be precise, I have been credited with the precision of your records and the creation of a path to this fictional branch. KP spoke proudly, sensing the fierce eyes of the two companions, and immediately smiled awkwardly: "Okay, there were some accidents in the middle, but in short, the result was perfect, well, complete." ”

Eventually, he shut up.

ST said, "I brought you frankincense. ”

She spread her five fingers, revealing pure white crystalline gel, carrying pure prayers.

"I brought gold. ”

DM said that since he took out the box in his arms, in the open box, the brilliant metal shone with a glow like the Philosopher's Stone, showing the imperishable faith.

"Ahem, the last medicine. ”

KP hurriedly took out a string of amber, which reflected the light of the fire, like a well-honed mind that glowed brightly.

Here, she was given a prayer to bring about miracles, so that she could return to reality from nothingness.

Then, give an immortal faith, so that she will not be lost in countless complicated things.

Finally, with a firm mind, may she be able to reach the end of this dream-like earthly world.

As a result, the unreal and the real are flipped here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality is subverted.

With a vague record, an unknown branch and hypothesis has spawned from the history of 400 years ago, and the past has gradually changed in the midst of many legends and anecdotes, forming a completely different story.

The story that has been passed down to four hundred years later.

In a trance, the girl seemed to understand something, and looked at them in a daze.

"I'm ...... Is it fiction?" she asked softly, "Is it fake?"

"You will exist. ”

The sages who came from the retrograde concluded: "Hela, the child who denies miracles, the saint who denies the abyss, the soul who originates out of nothingness, the pure man, your existence is proof of this miracle." ”

They gaze at the maiden and bring a new fate: "In the distant future, another story of hell and heaven will be told again." ”

"And you, you, will be human. ”

"Become the spirit of legends, of events. ”

"Be the Creator, and be far better than us!"

"Go and witness it. ”

They said, "From this moment on." ”

This was the beginning of this story long ago.

【the start】

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