Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

More than ten hours have passed since they set off from Daxia. On the sea, in the mist, apart from the small boat they were in, there was no other light around.

After Jiang Shiyuan and Lin Qiye finished speaking, a while later, Michael, who was in a corner of the cabin with his eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought, looked up at the outside of the cabin and then slowly stood up.

Their voyage has reached its destination.

"Is this where we're going?"

Michael's actions drew everyone's attention. Lin Qiye immediately looked outside the cabin, but there were no buildings around except for the dark seawater.

Michael turned his gaze away from the window, and seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, he finally began to explain the purpose of his trip.

Their destination was certainly not this vast ocean, but the legendary holy kingdom—Heaven.

The so-called Kingdom of Heaven is what people know as Paradise.

According to Michael, heaven is an eternal and beautiful place where souls find rest after death through faith and good deeds. It is not a specific place, but a spiritual concept.

Their purpose in this journey was to keep the Ark of the Covenant in the Kingdom of Heaven.

The sea beneath their feet was once the territory favored by the Holy Church. As long as one sincerely recites the name of the Holy Lord, examines one's own heart, eliminates distracting thoughts, and finds a pure land for the soul on this sea, one can enter the Kingdom of Heaven, obtain the Ark of the Covenant, and bring it back to Great Xia.

"Question your true self, find a pure land for your soul..." Lin Qiye murmured, his brows furrowed, feeling a bit of a headache from this mysterious way of entering.

Michael ignored the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, explained the method for entering the Kingdom of Heaven, and then left the cabin on his own. His white wings fluttered slightly, and he disappeared from everyone's sight.

He will be waiting for them in heaven.

Lin Qiye watched Michael's heartless departure with a helpless expression, exchanged a glance with An Qingyu, and, seeing the same clueless look on their faces, had no choice but to say, "Let's begin. No matter what, let's give it a try."

Michael said that he used to live in heaven, and this so-called inquiry into one's true nature sounds a bit mystical, but it should be true.

"it is good."

Everyone nodded, got up together and went to the deck. Facing the swaying seawater, they each found a place to sit cross-legged.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the deep sea, took a deep breath, and was about to close her eyes when she seemed to remember something. She reached out and tugged at Lin Qiye beside her. "By the way, Qiye, Michael just said that Heaven has no physical form. Just in case, why don't you put a magic circle on Jiang Er's coffin?"

She had already made up her mind. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, her skills were practically divine, and since the very origin of Heaven was shattered and gone, theoretically, with her current strength, she might be able to use the [Vortex Gate] to forcibly summon Shen Qingzhu into Heaven.

As long as she isn't alone, Shen Qingzhu has no reason to be in danger.

However, this would leave Jiang Er's body alone on the boat.

In the story, a strange event occurs in Hell. Ships are overturned by the waves and swept into Hell, trapping Shen Qingzhu. Her coffin sinks to the bottom of the sea. Jiang Er's consciousness is in Heaven, and her physical body cannot be summoned by her. If a summoning spell could be cast on Jiang Er's coffin, it would definitely avoid a lot of trouble.

Lin Qiye was about to close his eyes when Jiang Shiyuan called him back, and he turned his gaze to the coffin in the middle of the deck.

Because Jiang Er's body needs to be kept at low temperatures, and among them, only An Qingyu has the ability to freeze and his body has been modified to be immune to the cold, so at An Qingyu's request, the task of carrying Jiang Er's coffin was entrusted to him.

An Qingyu has always taken good care of Jiang Er's body, so they don't have to worry about anything. At first, everyone was a little uncomfortable, but over time, Jiang Er integrated into the group, and everyone got used to Jiang Er's spirit form.

But precisely because he was used to it, he never even thought of casting a summoning spell on the coffin.

"Thank goodness you reminded me."

He slapped his forehead, stood up, and walked to the coffin placed in the center of the deck, his hand gleaming faintly.

After a while, a designated summoning magic mark was imprinted on a corner of the ice coffin.

"Alright, that's safe now."

After finishing inscribing the magic circle, Lin Qiye smiled at Jiang Er, who was in a semi-transparent state, and An Qingyu next to her, before returning to his seat.

Everyone closed their eyes, and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of waves crashing against the ship.

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As the waves reached their highest point, the wind carried some seawater onto the small boat. On the deck, a small puddle of seawater meandered along the texture of the floor as the boat rose and fell.

Jiang Shiyuan opened her eyes blankly, staring at the seawater that was spreading towards her.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she knew that Lin Qiye, who had been sitting next to her, had long since disappeared. Even a little further away, Jiang Er and An Qingyu had disappeared even earlier than Lin Qiye.

All this information was telling her that she had not been able to enter heaven.

Her mind is not calm enough; she has too many distracting thoughts.

She was turned away from heaven.

How could this be?

Jiang Shiyuan was a little confused.

Her distracting thoughts...

"You're stupid for not avoiding the seawater?"

Just as the thin water stain was about to spread to Jiang Shiyuan's trouser leg, suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed the back of her coat collar and lifted her up.

Shen Qingzhu's face was pale, and he had obviously realized why he couldn't enter the Heavenly Kingdom. He was a little annoyed at first, but when he saw Jiang Shiyuan in the corner looking like he had been struck by lightning, his annoyance became insignificant.

He genuinely couldn't stand Jiang Shiyuan's lifeless state, and with a mix of exasperation and disappointment, he grabbed her by the collar and led her to a dry spot. Without a word, he released her, coldly saying:

"I've had enough of the smell of the sea after a day at sea, and I don't want to have another half-dead salted fish to take care of on the deck."

Jiang Shiyuan slumped to the ground, looking up in confusion, "Huh?"

"Alright, so what if you didn't get into heaven? You're not the only one who didn't get in. What's there to be sad about?" Shen Qingzhu crossed her arms and looked down at her irritably, her tone harsh.

Jiang Shiyuan knew she was in the wrong for not dodging the gust of seawater immediately, so she didn't dare to argue. She could only weakly scratch her head and mutter, "Why?"

Shen Qingzhu: "What? Why?"

“Logically speaking, it’s normal that you can’t enter heaven, but I think I’m pretty open-minded… A pure heart can get in, so why can’t I?” Jiang Shiyuan was puzzled and explained in a soft voice.

Shen Qingzhu: "?"

Suddenly, a roar echoed across the silent sea.

"Jiang! Shi! Yuan!"

"What do you mean it's normal that I can't get into heaven?!"

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On the deck, the lines were clearly drawn.

Jiang Shiyuan leaned against Jiang Er's ice coffin with boredom, while Shen Qingzhu sat on the other side of the ice coffin with an angry expression.

Even Jiang Er herself probably never imagined that one day her coffin would become the dividing line between the two of them...

"Brother Zhai, we're both in the same boat, why should we hurt each other?"

Shen Qingzhu didn't say anything. He felt that he should have restrained his damned sympathy and let Jiang Shiyuan become a half-dead salted fish.

"Sigh, your obsession is that you're too weak and afraid of dragging the team down. What is my obsession?"

"Could it be that he's afraid of making the wrong decision? Hmm, that's quite possible." Jiang Shiyuan muttered to himself, answering his own question.

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