Izkoyatel rowed wildly toward the south.

He ran from Winchester to Southampton, and then rowed on the sea for several hours, and his physical strength had already exceeded his limits. What forced him to move forward was the fear in his heart - many people who committed sins would have, fear of God and punishment.

Until a new continent appears on the social line between the sea and the sky. From a distance, the edge of the earth extends toward both sides, with almost no margin.

He looked back and saw that the sea was calm, with only a slight tide. The Feather Snake God who was chasing behind him was still missing, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so tired and hungry. He saw a net of fishing on the boat, caught a net of fish, swallowed it raw with scales and internal organs, and then fell asleep on the boat, allowing it to float on the sea.

The wind carried his ship toward the side of the continent. I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up, the margins of the continent had completely changed, but they still extended to both sides without stopping.

"What a big continent... Bjorn is right. This new continent is no less than Aztland."

If this news is brought back to Aztland, it should attract the attention of the Sun King. He will also be rewarded. As for the things he did in England, no one will know about them because all his companions were arrested.

The sun shines with a dazzling light, and he feels that the future is full of hope again.

The boat landed at a port. Izkoyatel climbed onto the land and glanced around the side, but found that there were almost no people in the port. Only one painter was painting with an easel. The painter noticed him and smiled at him kindly: "It's really rare. Now there are even foreigners coming here."

Izkoyatel did not understand the situation on this continent and did not dare to act rashly. Instead, he asked cautiously: "Is this a small village?"

The painter shook his head: "No, this was a prosperous port a month ago. However, because of the disease here, no cargo ship is willing to dock here."

“‘That disease’? Which?”

"You didn't come from Afrika, are you?" The painter glanced at the weird service in Izkoyatel. "Now we say 'that disease', of course it means the 'black disease'. People don't want to say its full name. It's so terrible, just like the god of death. Whoever says this name will come to him."

Izkoyatel understood what the painter said and asked with some fear: "There is that 'black disease' here too?"

"Brother, this disease is almost ruining half of the world. Did you escape from other epidemic areas here? Alas, his speed is much faster than your escape. Even if you continue to flee west, it will be useless. I heard it had arrived in Britain not long ago."

"I know, I know, I come from Britain." Izkoyatel was extremely scared, "Is there no safe place in this world?"

"If there is, Sweden is probably the safest. The king there has the magical power to drive away the Black Death God. You see, the here is empty, and many people have moved there. If you want to run, it is recommended to go in that direction."

As soon as he heard the words "King of Sweden", Izkoatel's head rang out with a "boom". He forced a smile and said, "Forget Sweden, if Sweden is really that safe, why don't you get over?"

"It's too cold there, I can't stand it. Even if I go, Sweden may not accept us. And the plague is not a completely bad thing for me, it at least gave me inspiration for my creation."

The painter waved at Izkoatel, signaling him to come and see the painting he was creating. Izkoatel leaned over and shivered with a glance-

The painting was so infectious, with a dark and dark background. On the canvas that were not completely colored, you can see many skeletons dancing with their hands. Some of the skeletons were dressed in luxurious clothes, some were ragged, some were wearing armor, some were wearing white robes, and some even had crowns and scepters. Their dance movements were extremely twisted, like the twisting and convulsions of the muscles of the Black Death patients in the late stages of the illness. The background behind was a village, burning beneath the dance.

"This is the painting I'm creating," the painter introduced, "it is called "Dance of Death."

"This, is this... the end of the world?"

"The end of the world?" The painter repeated the word and nodded excitedly, "You are right, this is the end of the world! The final day of judgment is coming, and God is beginning to destroy the world he created! He is going to paint him, paint it..."

As he said that, he dipped his pen with his paint and began to add a faintly visible god on the background, spreading his hands to greet the skeleton gods.

He was so enchanting that he didn't notice that Izkoyatel beside him took several steps back in horror. Izkoyatel's whole body was trembling - his all-night escape made him completely unwilling to care, so that he finally remembered that the fifth era was about to be destroyed!

Tescartepolica has begun to destroy the world, from west to east... at this speed, you will soon arrive in Aztland!

The sun was obscured by a cloud floating in.

"Yes, it's useless even if you escape back... In order to survive, you have to gain enough strength to survive!"

His eyes were filled with murderous intent when he saw the painter. He stomped his feet gently, and the ground suddenly shaking violently. Pieces of sharp gravel jumped into the air, and under the guidance of his magic, he stabbed the painter's whole body!

The world suddenly became quiet, the painter disappeared, the gravel disappeared, and the scenery around him changed. Izkoatel found himself suddenly in a colorful church. Under a slightly glowing cross, a ragged priest was slowly turning around.

"I have never felt such dirty magic, from beginning to end, and it smells of blood. I believe you have killed many innocent people for this magic." The priest stared at Izkoyatel and asked seriously, "I only have one question. Is this the custom of your country or your personal sin?"

Suddenly he came to a strange place, and Izkoyatel was extremely frightened. He didn't know who this priest was, but when he found that he could not sense magic from this priest, he laughed wildly:

"I killed many people, but why should I answer your question? Is it national customs or my personal actions? What does it have to do with you?"

While smiling, he condensed his magic power, trying to solve the unknown guy in front of him in one fell swoop. But his laughter suddenly stopped abruptly - he stared at his hands in horror, and he realized that the magic power in his body was like being locked in a cage and moved. No matter how hard he tried, he could not release it!

But I heard the voice of the priest from the front:

"Of course it's relevant. If this is the custom of your country, I'm afraid I have to cleanse your country from beginning to end, and then I will give the wrong lamb to salvation."

In front of Izkoyatel, who was in despair, the robe of the priest began to flutter.
Chapter completed!