Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

"Ionians without power cannot survive anywhere."

"This is a place abandoned by the gods."

"When the tide recedes and the moon comes, death will come with it."

"Your Highness Gloria, how can we ensure that Ionia will never be destroyed?"

"There is no such thing as an eternal existence in this world."

There was constant chaotic and noisy noise.

Xie Fei's tinnitus became more and more severe. He felt like he was drowning in the deep sea and even breathing was difficult for him.

Who are those muffled voices speaking to?

He heard Gloria's name, but why?

The soul felt light and heavy at times, as if it was about to escape from this body.

But the next second, he felt something tugging at his soul.

"What else is hidden in the Great Sea? Is it really Ionia's sin? But what did the Ionians do?"

"God, please lower your gaze and take a look here!"

The prayers rang out over and over again, the sound of prayers continued, the waves beat against the shore, the sound of whales suddenly rang out, and a huge body leaped out of the sea. The splashing water turned into sharp blades, and the blood dyed the entire sea red.

Long golden hair fell to the ground, a silver-haired boy was lying on the girl's legs, and the ballad that no one understood gradually faded away with the wind of freedom.

"God, please take a look at this rotten world, where bones are piled up like mountains and fields, and flowers of death are blooming everywhere."

"The girl walked through the blooming mountains and fields, came to the tombstone, and offered a rose stained with blood. Please cast your eyes on the gods and take a look."

The girl's palm gently stroked the boy's long hair, and the waves wet her skirt like falling tears.

"Goliath, I got it. I know how to save the Ionians!"

The boy woke up from his sleep, as if the gods really cast a glance at him and gave him revelation.

Gloria's eyes were gentle but full of sadness, and she did not feel happy because of his words.

"Gloria, believe me, I can do it!" The boy's legs turned into a fish tail and he jumped into the sea, disappearing from Gloria's sight.

"I believe in you, Los." Gloria clasped her hands together and prayed for the boy who was leaving. "Because you are the child chosen by God."

“Because…” You are the chosen God.

...

“It’s a reversal!”

"Gloria, we can use time reversal, we..."

The sky full of fire came into the boy's eyes. The jumping flames were like demons with bared fangs and claws, trying to pull the boy into the flames and burn them together.

He held a magic scroll in his hand, which was well protected and the patterns on it were clearly visible.

Saint Gloria holds the Cecilia flower, a symbol of freedom, and her skirt is engulfed in flames as if she is dancing.

She looked in the direction of the boy and moved her lips a few times as if she was saying something.

But her voice was completely drowned out by the Ionian's screams.

"No...No! No!!" the boy rushed towards the fire, crying out.

He held up the scroll in his hand, and the moment he unfolded it, time seemed to freeze, magic power poured out, the sky was dyed orange, and the formation under his feet kept spreading and growing, covering the entire island.

Time reversal is indeed possible.

But the price to achieve this is unimaginably high.

"Los, I don't want you to remember all this." Gloria's voice rang in his ears. "Although you were born in Ionia, you are not an Ionian. You are not burdened with sin. You can leave here at any time. You are like a key that opens two worlds, from eternity to death."

"From... eternity, to death?"

"Because you are always being watched by the Eternal God."

The scroll in the boy's hand seemed to become a little blurry, and something in his chest was emitting a warm white light, which put out the fire and everything returned to calm.

"God is not omnipotent."

"Who is speaking?"

“Gods can die, too.”

"who are you?"

"The gaze of the Eternal New God is not a good thing."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"Do you want to know the secret of the Eternal New God?"

"What Eternal New God? I don't even know him!"

The boy wanted to drive the voice away, but no matter what he did it kept ringing in his ears.

"You know him! You know him! You'll kill him! He's watching you!"

"Who are you?" He seemed to have given up struggling and lay in the ashes after the fire. Wherever he looked was the statue of Saint Goliath.

"I am you."

"Who am I?"

"You are Los."

"No, I'm not him."

"then who are you?"

This question comes back to the boy himself.

His eyes were empty as he looked at the gradually darkening world. Everything around him was fading from blood red to black and white.

"Xie Fei."

He finally uttered his own name, the suffocating feeling gradually disappeared, a cold hand stroked his cheek and then pressed his lips.

"Do you remember? This is your nightmare."

"I remembered."

Xie Fei had been having nightmares for a long time, and the current situation was exactly the same.

No, there should be a difference.

Those were the hands of God that descended from the sky, with puppet threads hooked between each finger, and the threads connected his beloved.

In the dream, the beloved is controlled by God, with his head and limbs entangled in puppet threads, like a puppet completely controlled by God.

Dolls.

These two words will always be the scars in Xie Fei's heart that cannot be ignored.

But here, the puppet was still wrapped in puppet silk, but he took the initiative to hold the silk thread in his hand, letting the blood cut his skin and drip down.

"Do you know the secret of the Eternal New God?"

"know."

Xie Fei stood up from the ashes and walked towards the puppet step by step.

"Do you know what the Eternal New God is?"

"know."

Xie Fei's eyes did not change at all, and he remained as determined as ever.

"The old gods have died, and the new gods have come."

"Old gods die, new gods are born."

"Who will become the new god? Who is watching you?" The voice was tempting Xie Fei to see the truth.

But he stopped, then turned and ran in another direction. He ran faster and faster, leaving all the scenes behind him. The rising sea water under his feet spread him.

"No one will...become...a new god!"

"He, certainly won't!"

Although I said this, Zhou Xing's face kept appearing in my mind.

He said his body was a transit station, which was a lie!

He said that because of the formation, he possessed some of Munashe's divine power in his body. He was lying!

Even a puppet with its own soul cannot completely escape the control of Munasa.

Because from the beginning to the end, there was a piece of soul fragment that belonged to Munasa himself.

The so-called gaze of the eternal new god does not just happen in dreams, but happens every time in thousands of years of reincarnation.

"Meng Fuge, what are you going to do!" Xie Fei shouted on the endless sea, his voice hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Xingxing doesn't know why his body has changed."

The shadow of Meng Fuge appeared in front of Xie Fei and held him in her arms, like a mother comforting a sad child.

"I lied to him."