"Huang Tao ......"

The pen that reflected the sharp cold light was broken with a "click", and Sissel gritted his teeth and crumpled the yellowed paper in front of him.

"First Mingrui, then Huang Tao, mysterious, you are so bold......" In his eyes, there was endless suppressed anger.

He let go of his hand, and the crumpled paper fell to the ground like goose feathers.

The curtain floated in the wind, and the hazy, pale moonlight reflected on Sissel's body, adding a touch of weakness and vulnerability to him.

"Huang Tao ......" he shouted again, his voice was so sad and lonely.

Sissel held out his hand toward the void, and the authority of "guidance" was activated in an instant, and sheets of broken or new paper poured towards him.

He took one in his hand, lowered his eyes, and looked at the text:

"The taste of a witch is so good!"

Sissel: ......?

……

House of Abraham.

"Long time no see, Burlit."

Sissel smiled and walked out of the mist of time, looking at "Mr. Door" in front of him, one of the named angels under his seat, Bethle Abraham.

"Long time no see, my lord."

Peritus didn't care much about Sissel's arrival, after all, he didn't believe in the "Ancient Silver Moon" or the "Blood Emperor", he only believed in himself.

Sissel looked at the thick materials of his men, and then at the noble and luxurious room full of precious stones, and asked with a smile:

"It looks like the Abrahams have been doing well lately."

"Hmm."

With the return of Belletus, the already dilapidated Abrahamic family has come back to life, and the world has regained its attention in terms of combat power.

"Are you free now? The leader of the endless starry sky? Sissel quipped, "I have one thing that I would like to get your help with." ”

Burlitt was a little puzzled, but he still nodded, stared at the middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman in front of him, and said in a light tone:

"I'm always available when you need me."

Sissel waved his hand, and the picture that appeared out of thin air slowly unfolded in front of the two of them like a picture scroll.

Above, there is an unremarkable island.

But Burlit's inspiration told him that there was something extraordinary on this island.

"I need you to take me here."

"Okay."

……

On an island of considerable size, huge trees of dark green and almost black stand tall one after another, covering the ground and obscuring the peaks.

Sissel was alone in it, and Peritt was only responsible for sending him here.

"Hopefully, you're okay, 'Black Emperor', Huang Tao." He muttered under his breath as he followed a path carved out by a man into a forest of giant trees.

There was no birdsong, no roar of wild beasts, no crawling insects, it was as peaceful as time had frozen, dead as if there were no living beings.

Beyond the sparse woods is a large clearing teeming with untold creatures.

Among them were red dragons with flaming skin, treemen with wooden tumors for eyes and cracks for mouths, eight-legged wolves, giants with long limbs, green scales and oily feathers, feathered serpents that looked like hillocks just hanging there, and all sorts of creatures that were a mix of humans and beasts.

At this point, they all face one place, prostrate with their upper bodies or heads, as if they are worshipping some unknown being, and none of them make a sound.

There are even a few humans in there.

"One, two, three, four, five......" Sissel raised an eyebrow, looking at the five humans one by one.

They were all dressed in extravagant Russell-era clothing, with pale faces and shriveled skin, more like living corpses than humans.

Because all five of them were prostrate on the ground, Sissel could not see their faces for the time being, and could only wait patiently for the "prayer" to end.

After a few minutes, the creatures straightened up at the same time, and the entire primeval forest came to life.

It's funny, a bunch of strange animals, a bunch of absurd events...... Huang Tao, is this what you did? Are they praying to you? Are you their faith?

Thinking so, Sissel released a little bit of his coercion and walked towards them.

Almost instantly, all the creatures that had just begun to move freely fell down again, making all kinds of strange screams, and even exploded directly, staining the spot with blood.

One of the five men reluctantly lifted his head full of gray hair, revealing an old face, his dry lips quivering, and he didn't know what to say.

Sissel still heard it, and it was an honorific name.

Interesting...... He relieved the coercion of the only special being, and slowly lifted him to his feet.

"Who are you?"

The man raised his lifeless eyes and did not answer, just kept looking at Sissel.

Sissel smiled, stretched out a finger, gently placed it on the man's wrinkled forehead, closed his eyes and muttered:

"'Swap.'"

In an instant, a flood of information poured into his mind.

Edwards...... The Dead...... Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse...... The Fate of Protection...... Mausoleum......

The corners of Sissel's mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked into the distance expectantly, as if he had seen his former friend.

He withdrew his gaze, stared at Edwards in front of him, and said in a brisk tone:

"Thank you, Mr. Edwards. Then I will give you a new life as a reward. ”

With that, he disappeared from Edwards' stunned gaze and appeared in front of a mountain several hundred meters high.

The top of the mountain is also covered with huge trees that are dark green and almost black, so much so that when viewed from a distance, they almost merge with the forest, and it is difficult to distinguish them from each other.

However, on the side of the mountain facing Sissel, most of the area is treeless, because the mountain has been hollowed out in half.

In the middle of the mountain, a black mausoleum stands there, extremely magnificent.

Most of it belongs to the mountains themselves, and a small part has traces of artificial construction and polishing, which truly explains what it means to "take the mountain as a mausoleum".

Therefore, the shape of this mausoleum is not the usual pyramid-shaped, but more like a towering mountain, not symmetrical, but absolutely majestic.

It is not known if the mausoleum itself was affected, or if Edwards had cleaned it up, and it did not grow a single weed on its surface, nor did it cover the vines that were common in the rest of the mountain.

Sissel, by virtue of his pillar person, easily and directly saw the various words and symbols inscribed on the mausoleum, the heavy stone door that seemed to be prepared for the giant, nearly thirty meters high, and ......

The pollution of the fallen mother goddess.

"Huang Tao, you were crazy in your later years, is it because of the pollution of the fallen mother goddess?"

Sissel muttered, his eyes full of regret and new hope.

"If I had gotten rid of the shadow of the destruction of the core earlier and woke up sooner, wouldn't your future be like this?"

This is really ridiculous, the gods who are in charge of the "absurd" fall into the absurd, and the gods who manipulate "time" are teased by time......

"However, it can be remedied now......"

Sissel sighed softly, but didn't look back, he kept walking.