Caesar's spirits were lifted.

After waiting for several days in this mysterious sea, the rescue from the academy headquarters finally arrived, which meant that we finally no longer had to fight alone!

"The good news is here, come with me to listen to it." Caesar said, with Abbas following closely behind him, and the two of them came to the control room together.

"You bastards! Where did they all go? I've been looking for you all day!"

After the call was connected, the violent and bastard voice of the vice-principal came out, which made Caesar both happy and surprised, and even found some organizational cordiality.

"Vice principal, why are you? What's the situation now?" Caesar asked. As a non-combatant, the vice principal should be in the rear. Shouldn't it be the principal or Minister Schneider who will contact him at this time?

"The elemental turbulence is too strong and the signal is unstable. To make a long story short, we have now arrived in this Nibelungen sea area, but where are you people? We searched for a long time and couldn't find it!"

"This sea area is much wider than imagined. I sent Chu Zihang out to explore the way, but there has been no news yet." Caesar said, "My side is a vast white sea of ​​broken ice, and the temperature is about minus five degrees.

Right and left, you can see the moon now, where is your side?"

"The situation here is so exciting that it cannot be described in words. Unfortunately, the signal is very weak and we cannot synchronize the images to you. This is a huge loss of life experience for you."

"Very good, I hear you are having a grand party, and people can't wait to attend." Caesar pondered, showing a war-filled smile.

Soon, the shaky signal disappeared. It seemed that the situation there was indeed serious, and it was difficult to maintain even the most basic call.

"Have the coordinates been received?" Caesar asked the staff on the side.

Of course, the two parties are not using this precious time to talk nonsense, but are sending coordinates, and the nonsense is just incidental.

"Received. With the speed of the Xiagu, it will arrive in less than a day." the operator replied.

"How is the Xiagu repaired now?"

"After several days of emergency repairs, I can barely move, but I can't hold on for long," the staff member replied.

"In other words, this voyage is likely to be a one-way ticket." Abbas looked at Caesar and confirmed his eyes.

"It's not a big problem. We can return on their ship, provided we survive safely." Caesar said.

"What should Chu Zihang and the others do? We just leave from the starting point. When they come back, they won't be able to find us."

In this area full of elemental turbulence, all communication methods will fail, and they will be unable to pass this information to Chu Zihang. As for how the vice principal contacted here, it is unknown.

Faced with this problem, Caesar didn't think too much: "It's up to him to find a solution... This is trust in him."

"It sounds like what the principal would say." Abbas couldn't help laughing.

Caesar ignored this and began to issue attack orders to all the troops.

Not long after, the Xiagu, which had been idle for several days, was launched again, opening a channel to the battlefield among the blue ice floes.

Abbas once again returned to the quiet and deserted library, meditating toward the distance. The strange moonlight cast his shadow long on the floor, like a lonely stone tablet, pointing to the far end.

.....

.....

On the other side of the sea, it was calm.

The Isle of the Dead, or...Avalon.

The dilapidated ship passed through the thick fog and plunged into this isolated place. The blue glass-like water was stirred, and the light waves rolled with the waves.

"There really is an island..." On the bow of the Yamal, Fingel looked at the direction of the stone island with a telescope and couldn't help but became speechless.

The blue-gray sea, the blue-gray sky, strange clouds flowing in the sky, mysterious light falling from the sky, illuminating the lonely stone island in the sea.

Just like what Chu Zihang described, it is a circular stone island that is reminiscent of the Roman Colosseum. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and surrounded by green towering trees growing from the center of the island. It is located between the sea and the sky like a divine needle.

between.

This is really unbelievable. After crossing the cold waves and glaciers, the end of the journey is actually a warm God-given place!

Looking at the island two or three kilometers away, Chu Zihang's heartstrings that had been tense suddenly twitched.

After many years, he returned here again.

The feeling here has not changed at all, it is still warm, silent, but lonely. This island called death has a cradle-like sense of security everywhere. Two completely different feelings achieve perfect coordination here.

Chu Zihang stood on the bow of the ship and looked back, and found that the way he came had been submerged in the thick blue-gray fog, and he could not see the boundary between the sea and the sky. It was as if they had already disappeared from the world, and every step forward

, all roaming in the kingdom of God.

It is not the kingdom of God in the rhetorical sense, but the realm of God in the most realistic sense.

A few hours ago, they successfully activated the Death's Lantern and summoned the orcas to guide them.

Driven by the current, this dilapidated nuclear-powered icebreaker sailed on the sea at incredible speeds, heading towards the maze of glaciers.

But not long after entering the maze, the orca quickly led them into a large blue-gray thick fog, and continued sailing in the dense fog that made them unable to see their fingers.

As if after crossing a certain critical point, the temperature rose rapidly, from the cold of dozens of degrees below zero to the warmth of spring. From that moment on, Chu Zihang knew that they had passed through the maze and successfully arrived at Avalon.

nearby sea areas.

The moment they passed through the thick blue-grey fog, the orca also disappeared. The propulsion of the seawater seemed to be sucked away, and it fell to zero. Yamal relied solely on the inertia of the waves to float on the water, slowly approaching Ah Mal.

Wallonia.

The so-called lamp of death seemed to have completed its mission. The light and heat disappeared and turned into a lifeless work of art. I don't know whether it can be ignited again.

The process was smoother than expected and no danger was encountered.

The ship docked on the beach like a beached whale. After nearly a month, the two felt the touch of land again.

"Is this where Juno landed?" Fingel leaned the pistol tightly on his shoulder and searched the dense forest not far away with alert eyes.

Before landing, the two of them had stuffed all the Burning Blood and Philosopher's Stone into the magazine. Even if their opponent was really a Dragon King, they would have to be wary of it.

"I don't know, I didn't see any footprints or anything like that." Chu Zihang said, "In the worst case scenario, maybe she has already succeeded... although I don't know what she wants."

The two of them did not relax their vigilance towards Juno along the way, ranking her dangerous level with the God of Death.

But now it seemed that not only did the God of Death show no signs of appearing, but the mysterious woman they identified as a pure-blood dragon also did not appear. The island remained calm, like an eternal oil painting.

"Let's go deeper and take a look, maybe there will be new clues." Chu Zihang walked in front, holding the knife tightly in his hand.

The moment they landed on the island, huge tranquility surrounded them. It felt like walking in a thousand-year-old temple in the mountains, with towering pagodas. In the absolute silence, there was the nameless sound of chanting sutras, and they didn't know it was the wind blowing.

Still the souls of the dead are whispering.

No matter how many times I come here, everything about this island is always amazing.

The blue clouds in the sky have lines like sea water, and the gaps in the clouds slowly change shapes, just like the sea surface in a windless state. The strange skylight penetrates through the gaps, casting the shadow of the trees on the two people.

Passing by a stone lantern, Fingel stretched out his hand and wiped it, but found no dust. It seemed like someone came to clean it every day, but looking at the lush green grass around it, it didn't look like there was anyone here.

.....Maybe it's a dragon.

The further he walked, the more surprised Fingel was by the sight he saw. Towering trees stood up on both sides of the road, and their shades were like dark green clouds. These trees should be cypresses in terms of type, but their height

But it's more than 100 meters tall. No one knows how long they have been growing here.

Going further, stone sculptures began to appear, including lions with wings, snake-men in guard uniforms, and unknown monsters. They were ancient and lonely, and exquisite enough to be placed in a museum, becoming a world-class sculpture.

artwork.

Further forward, there is an altar-like stone formation, covered with tens of meters of python shedding skin, just like the gauze used by giants to cover their faces... This is also unscientific, and in human cognition

Among them, even Titanoboa is only more than twenty meters long, and the length of this shed skin is much longer than twenty meters. You can imagine how huge the giant python that sheds this layer of skin will be.

Theoretically speaking, creatures like snakes can indeed grow infinitely, but only if their lifespan is also infinite.

Gu Hao

Standing on a high place and looking back, you can still find a small white pier on the edge of the beach. It is made of simple stones and can accommodate only one boat. I think it is a place prepared for the God of Death.

point.

Fingel gradually put away his expression of wonder and walked silently behind Chu Zihang, feeling around this island that seemed to be sealed in time and was immortal and immortal.

"That's the coffin." Chu Zihang suddenly stopped and pointed forward.

In a cave halfway up the mountain, a golden coffin lay quietly inside. It was carved with vines and patterns, as if it was wrapped by an ancient golden tree.

The first moment Niru Fengel saw the coffin, he was shocked by its solemnity and simplicity. He had no doubt that the remains of a king and his burial objects lay inside.

Chu Zihang and Fingel looked at each other, both on guard.

Fingel was alert because of the abnormality of this coffin. Although it was priceless and exquisitely crafted, it was sealed by two arm-thick iron chains, as if it were a seal against evil spirits.

Chu Zihang's warning came more from his memory.

He has thought about the mystery of this island countless times, why it was built deep in the Arctic Ocean, what are the coffins on it, and what is its connection with Odin... Of course, Chu Zihang also

Have you ever thought about what he would do if there was a chance to return?

But the moment came so quickly that he had no time to think about the answer and could only act according to the situation.

"Open it and take a look?" Fingel suggested. Although he knew it would be a suicide, he still couldn't control his curiosity.

"Let me drive, senior brother, you can be responsible for the remote support." Chu Zihang did not object.

Now it seems that the only option is to turn on this option, otherwise there is no other means of investigation.

If this Nibelung is indeed a sleeping Valhalla, as speculated, then there should be a sleeping Valhalla lying in each coffin.

What is the price for offending the dormancy of heroic spirits?

What is a heroic spirit?

A high-level hybrid? Or something else?

He didn't know, he just knew he had to find out. Last time he came here, he didn't open it out of caution, but this time, he didn't want to return empty-handed.

After confirming that everything was ready, he took action.

The iron chain made of gold was cut by the alloy knife produced by the equipment department, and then the knife was inserted into the gap between the coffin boards and slowly exerted force.

After the tooth-wrenching heavy objects rubbed against each other, the coffin board wrapped with gold was pushed open, revealing a dark gap. The smell of decay poured out from the gap, and the nerves of the two of them were extremely tense.

Empty.

There was nothing inside the coffin.

Both of them were stunned, this result was completely unexpected.

"There are a few more coffins over there, let's try opening them again." Chu Zihang remained calm.

The two began to open the coffins in the cave one by one like traditional tomb robbers along the Colosseum-like island. But every time they opened the coffin, whether it was a granite sarcophagus or a black iron coffin, there were all kinds of things inside.

Empty.

Soon, the two stopped their tomb-robbing actions because they suddenly realized that if they continued, the result would be the same.

On this island called Death, all the coffins are empty. The king's remains and treasures may have been placed in them, but now they have all disappeared.

"Rather than tomb robbers visiting this place, I believe that on a certain day, they all pretended to be corpses and came back to life." Fingel's face was serious, and he gradually had an ominous premonition.

Chu Zihang thought so too.

Although this idea was terrifying, he had to admit that this was the most likely answer at the moment... that at a certain time, everything inside was resurrected.

It is said in Nordic mythology that the heroic spirits will rush to the final doomsday battlefield under the leadership of Odin... Considering that the timeline may have been modified once, perhaps the so-called doomsday has already happened.

During that time that everyone has forgotten, the heroic spirits fought with the giant dragon in front of the world, and burned down human civilization cities one after another with the flames of war.

The more Chu Zihang thought about it, the more his head hurt. He thought that after arriving here, all the mysteries would be solved, but fate seemed to have played a huge joke on him and hid everything again.

"To tell you bad news, I found a ghost story-like information. Are you interested in hearing it?" Fingel was studying an Arab-style coffin. Although it was also an empty coffin, he seemed to have learned from it.

There are some clues in the inscription next to the coffin.

"Can you understand those words?" Chu Zihang was surprised.

He only knew that the inscriptions recorded the name, status, and date of birth and death of the owner of the coffin, like the contents on a tombstone, but he did not know the specific information of these contents.

"Having been the vice-principal's confidant for so long, I can understand a little bit." Fingel's expression really seemed like he was reading a ghost story, full of surprise and fear. His forehead was still sweating. It was hard to imagine what he was doing here.

What message was seen on the coffin?

"To put it bluntly, it is dragon script. The dragon script is very similar to the ancient Egyptian script. It is divided into a secular version and a monk version. The secular version is for common people to use, while the monk version is for the priests to debate scriptures. The latter is far more complicated and profound than the former.

, the Yanling we use is essentially this monk version.”

"The text next to these coffins is the simplest version of dragon script. It is so simple that only pinyin is left. For example, the professors derived the names 'Norton' and 'Constantine' based on the contents of "Ice Sea Fragments".

In fact, this is just the pinyin name, and the real dragon script is a long string of twisted fonts."

"Although I don't understand the meaning of the words above, I can probably pronounce their syllables... Abdullah Abbas..." After reading this string of syllables, Finger

I paused deliberately and looked at Chu Zihang with a confirmation expression.

Sure enough, as he expected, Chu Zihang showed an expression of astonishment.

"Are you sure it's this name?" Chu Zihang felt the coldness rushing down his spine and into his brain.

"Yes, that's the name. The syllables fit very well." Fingel read it again, sweat breaking out on his forehead, "But to be honest, this name is quite common in the Middle East. Is it just a coincidence?"

"No! It's not a coincidence, it's Abdullah Abbas, the man who was traveling with us!" Chu Zihang shouted uncontrollably, "He is a heroic spirit who should not exist in the world! Because Austrian

Because of Ding’s plan, he was able to wake up in the world!”

Those incoherent clues were finally connected, and Chu Zihang vaguely understood what was going on.

In the past timeline, Odin erased his traces from the world, and then used a sleeping heroic spirit to fill his vacancy, so there was the president of the Lionheart Society, Abdullah.

·The character of Abbas.

Odin, the Island of Death, the Heroic Spirits, Abdullah Abbas's coffin, all of this suddenly made Chu Zihang realize, connecting all the information like lightning and flint.

"Odin... the heroic spirit... what is that?" Fingel was stunned.

"It's not easy to explain. Anyway, the man named Abbas is very dangerous. We must notify Caesar!" Chu Zihang stood up and was about to leave. The situation was very urgent.

It's still unclear how to return, but there must be a way. If it doesn't work, you can continue to tinker with the lamp... He is equivalent to half a god of death, or Odin, maybe he has some intentions.

Unexpected privileges.

When they rushed to the beach and prepared to board the boat, the two were stunned again.

The sea surface, which was originally as calm as a lake with only the gentle breeze, suddenly boiled and turned into a stormy sea. A large number of bubbles floated up, and the Yamal was rising and falling in the wild waves.

The strong wind also swept from the other side of the sea, the blue-gray thick fog was disrupted and chopped into pieces, the sky light wavered, and the snakes that were originally lurking on the island were also fleeing uneasily... This scene made Chu Zihang

Recalling the scene when Odin came in a boat!

He looked at the sea and did not see the tide like a wall of light, nor did he see the god of death standing like a mummy on the boat, which meant that the current change had other reasons.

"Hey, is there a collapse over there?" Fingel asked in a cold voice.

The place he pointed to was not the sea or the mountain top, but the sky.

A piece of the blue-grey sky suddenly collapsed... literally collapsed, and chunks of clouds fell, and the magnificent sky slid and split like melting ice.

A water column fell down the huge gap, like a waterfall reaching the sky.

There are more and more gaps like this, the blue-gray sky gradually collapses, and more and more water columns fall. This scene seems to have returned to the Bronze City in Iceland a few months ago. When that city collapsed deep in the sea, it also

Like now, hundreds of tons of water fall from the top of the wall, mixed with rolling magma.
Chapter completed!