Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker.

Its massive dragon head tilted to the ground, its claws and back muscles tensed. It quickly rose from the ground and once again raised its head to look at the group. It was visibly dimmed in Jurisian's eyes, but the ferocity within them hadn't diminished in the slightest.

This is a monster that is completely out of control due to its extraordinary characteristics and has no sense whatsoever... Klein, who had the upper hand in this battle, thought with some pity in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

For such a massive creature, a five-meter range was clearly limited—even in Jurisian's current state, he could only reach it with a single extended claw. Klein's figure flickered slightly, and he instantly appeared behind Jurisian.

This time, as its "Spirit Thread" was once again controlled by Klein, the movements of the seriously injured Yurisian gradually became sluggish. It turned around stiffly, and finally swatted the dragon claw fiercely, but was dodged by a "flash" that Klein had anticipated.

"Roar--"

Seeing that his attack hit the empty space, its blue eyes were full of blood, and it wanted to use its strong body again to knock away the small reptile wrapped in a green shell in front of it, but in the end it was unable to do anything.

Groselle put away his defensive stance and walked forward silently. The longsword in his hand was gradually shrouded in a layer of light like the morning light.

The closer he got to Yurisian, the faster Grossel's steps became. At the end, he even gradually started to jog, using the power of his run-up to swing the sword in his hand with all his strength.

The giant's steps were heavy, making the earth tremble, but Klein even felt a little lightness in Grossel's steps.

"King of the North" Yurisian's eyes were filled with fierceness. It has no intention of caring about Klein who is still controlling his "spiritual body thread" behind it. It just wants to bite Grossell and kill this annoying person in front of it who is protecting those with weak defenses behind it. The reptilian giant bit into two pieces.

Yurisian's wisdom is limited, and this is the best method of revenge he can think of.

Behind Groselle, Mobet, who had been prepared, twisted his wrist, stealing the idea of ​​a counterattack from Jurisian. Mobet subconsciously opened his mouth and lunged forward. Siatas grabbed him, preventing him from falling into the snow and causing non-combat injuries.

The King of the North lost his last chance when Mobet stole his intended move. He stood there stunned, watching a beam of light descend from the sky and slice into his head.

But the "King of the North," Jurisian, still held on to his tenacious life force, continuing to struggle. Jurisian's body rapidly decayed, revealing the characteristics of a "zombie." The spot on his head where Groselle's sword had struck him hardened again, attempting to trap Groselle's sword.

Meanwhile, the "Punishment Knight" Longzel Edward had already run forward the moment Groselle swung his sword. He stuck his sword into the ground and stretched out his hands.

"die!"

he roared.

As if to vent, Long Zell output all his spirituality. At this moment, the Loen soldier remembered the one hundred and sixty-five years since he came here, and the time when he heard the people in the new books say to him, "Backlund no longer has the Northwest District." In despair, he thought of his family who were still in the war, and of the years he wasted here.

Jurisian's body shook violently. His decaying body, like a zombie, decayed even faster under the law of death. Jurisian didn't utter a single wail, but simply shook a little before his entire head was completely pierced by Groselle's "Sword of Dawn," which wielded a blade of light.

"Death" made the rot in Yurisian's body turn into a more real and clear way, bringing definite death to this frost dragon!

Grossel suddenly drew his sword and completely chopped off the dragon's head.

Rays of light blue and almost white light burst out, stirring the completely rotten dragon corpse and gradually disappearing, turning into a double door covered with white snow.

The moment all the extraordinary people present saw this door, their brains seemed to be filled with knowledge about this door, and they suddenly understood: this door is the door to the outside world.

"We succeeded..." The female elf Xiatasi looked at the light door suddenly.

"We succeeded!"

Groselle stuck his sword into the ground, clenched his fists, and laughed, almost roaring. He stood in front of the door, as if announcing to everyone that the years, which had been stagnant since the Second Era, had begun to flow again.

"A giant never backs down!"

He stood against the light and announced to his companions present with his back to the light door.

His tone was a little simple, but it was particularly powerful.

This is what Yue Hu suddenly felt when he wrote this paragraph, so I won’t take up the number of words in the text here.

I hope I didn’t write too poorly on Grossell’s Travels. I was busy for a while, so I could only update it once a day, but this afternoon I spent an entire evening writing the climax part. It was really satisfying.

Hmm... I feel like I'm in a better state when writing this paragraph than when I was writing Blood Admiral before. I don't know what everyone thinks.

I have a lot of regrets about these people in Grossell's travels - I regret that Grossell in the original text could not see the sky a thousand years later, and I regret that the Huobao couple could not be under the real sky. Reunion, regret that Snowman could not see his Lord, regret that Longzel could not return home.

(Angelwede, you deserve to die)

So now I am letting more people come to this book to prevent tragedy from happening again - the same thing as Klein in this book: I have gods watching behind me, so how can I survive in an ignoble way? , let more tragedies happen?

Later, you may see plots such as Grossel, the favorite of the Silver City group, the story of an antique couple's deception, Long Zell, the security captain, etc. Of course, there won't be too many, mainly to serve the main plot.

However, even if there is a god behind his back, what should Klein do if he encounters a problem that even the gods can't solve? (laugh)

Of course, this practice also has a reflection on the title of this volume - Snowman gave up part of his faith for his pagan companions. Well, I think it fits the title "The Narrow Gate" very well.

I can’t write anymore, so I will update more tomorrow.

Chapter 262 Missionary Site

"Let's get out quickly."

Looking at the huge door covered with ice and snow, Xiatasi clenched her fists and her tone was inevitably a little anxious. But the ascetic monk Snowman next to him moved a step sideways, blocking the back of Xiatasi who wanted to step towards the light door.

"Wait a moment."

His voice was low, as if he had made some decision.

"What's wrong?" Out of trust in her companions, Shatas suppressed her impatience and turned to look at Snowman in front of her.

“The Lord gave me a revelation.”

Snowman lowered his voice and glanced at the people around him one by one: "The Lord asked me, when so much time has passed in the outside world, what will happen if we break away from this book? ?”

After hearing Snowman's words, Siatas's originally fervent blood suddenly subsided. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at Snowman in front of her.

It has been too long since they left the real world and entered this book.

Sometimes they were asleep in the book, and sometimes they were exploring the world within it. However, even Longzel Edward, the Loen soldier who had been in Groselle's travels the shortest, had spent over a hundred years in the book.

For them, the passage of time was measured in millennia. Although the lifespan of a Sequence Five was longer than that of others, there was no fundamental difference.

And a thousand years is a time that can allow demigods to quietly dissolve in the passage of time.

As if a dream bubble had been popped, Mobet Zoroaster, who had been silent all this time, suddenly woke up. He pressed his head in pain and said in a dreamlike voice:

"It has been a thousand years since I came to the era in the book..."

Although Mobet didn't specify a specific year, the moment he blurted out these words, everyone else's hearts suddenly felt cold. Even Groselle, who had defeated the "King of the North" Jurisian, was no longer as excited.

If that’s the case, what will they encounter after leaving this world?

The passage of time will act on them, burning their living lives to ashes in an instant.

"Then what should we do?" Xiatasi took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were full of anxiety. They had spent so long getting here, and now they were telling her that they had no way to escape from this prison?

There is no doubt that this is a very cruel thing for them. Time seems to have turned into a cage, ruthlessly dividing the boundaries on both sides.

"……Do not."

The ascetic monk Snowman was silent for a moment and said to Shatas in front of him:

"The Lord said, I have persevered here for a long time, and He has granted my request to Him - you don't need to believe in Him, He will grant you a new life."

"Is there such a thing?" When she heard the word "gift", Shatas smiled: "When did that arbitrary God become so kind?"

She still had hatred and prejudice against the ancient sun god in her heart. After all, everyone who came later told her that the storm belonging to the elves had dimmed, and this storm died at the hands of the ancient sun god.

No one will surrender to the god who destroyed his faith.

Therefore, under the unique violent character of the "Storm" path, Xiata said these words to the Snowman ascetic in front of him without any mercy.

"Shatas, you shouldn't be like this." Mobet pulled Shatas's hand and said to her:

"I know you have different beliefs, but Snowman also wants us to survive. He doesn't want anything to happen to us - what you said is a bit too much, Shaitas."

Looking at Mobet's eyes, Xiatasi's brows softened slightly. The stubborn elf took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After a moment, the proud elf lowered his head.

"Sorry, Snowman."

After hearing what Siatas, the hot-tempered elf, said, the others present breathed a sigh of relief. However, before they could relax, Mobet heard Siatas beside him continue to speak seriously to Snowman:

"I know your intention. But I'm sorry, I don't accept your Lord's gift to me."

"Shatas!" Mobet paused, not knowing how to persuade this elf that he once admired - and still admires now.

During this long period of time, he had already figured out how stubborn Siatas would become once she made up her mind. The pride of an elf was paramount to her, and even death wouldn't be able to change Siatas's mind at this point.

Snowman nodded, obviously expecting his companion's attitude. He pursed his lips and instead of trying to persuade, he said to the remaining people:

"The Lord will bring you to His kingdom and restore your lost lives." Snowman was silent for a moment. "You are not believers in the Lord, so you cannot stay in His kingdom."

After that, Snowman added:

“I will take you with me out of the kingdom of the Lord.”

After hearing these words, Mobet raised his eyes and glanced at Snowman in front of him, and suddenly knew what kind of sacrifice the Snowman in front of him had made.

He was a noble from the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Epoch. He knew how difficult it was for someone with such devout faith to be allowed by the gods to enter the kingdom of God, and how much of an honor it was in his heart.

Presumably, Snowman must have had some communication with the god of his belief before he allowed the god to send him a gift.

Huh… Mobet Zoroast took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and held the hand of Siatas beside him.

Xiatasi glanced at Mobet beside her and had no further reaction. Snowman also did not continue to admonish Shatas beside him, but continued to tell others:

"Groselle, the Lord's kingdom now includes the kingdom of the Giant King you once believed in. If you are willing to convert to my Lord, then the Lord will grant you permission to return to the Giant King's court. That era has become history. The Lord has just awakened, and the entire continent is shrouded in darkness."

"Lonzel, Mobet, the same is true for you."

Snowman took a breath and said, "If you want to have the opportunity to stay in the Lord's kingdom, you can stay as long as you believe in the Lord. The Lord has just awakened and now needs more people to build the new kingdom."

Mobet on the side was silent, while Longzell, the Loen soldier wearing black armor beside him, fell into a trance. He looked at Snowman in front of him and murmured:

"A new country?"

"Where should I go?"

"Where else can I go?"

There was some struggle in Longzell's heart. If he wanted to believe in the "Lord of the Storm", then after he heard that Mobet Zoroastrian and the ascetic monk Snowman told him about the "Lord of the Storm", "After the history with the "ancient sun god" back then, his faith gradually became shattered and disillusioned over the past hundred years.

He didn't mind finding a new god to believe in.

For him, faith is not just spontaneous piety, but also contains a kind of spiritual comfort.

Just like in the war, in order to prevent himself from being afraid of war and death, he believed in the Lord of Storms and used the teachings of the storm to make himself brave and fearless.

After a while, Longzel asked the Snowman monk in front of him in a hoarse voice:

"What is the name of the omniscient and omnipotent God you believe in, the creator of everything?"

After listening to Long Zell's words, Snowman opened his hands and solemnly said to Long Zell in front of him: