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‘Hu~~~Hu~~~’

The wild wind rushed back and forth in the wilderness, disturbing the grass and trees in the wilderness and making them shake their heads constantly.

After walking back more than a mile along the way she came, Gwennaville could no longer see her companions behind her.

She stopped under a big tree and sat on the ground leaning against the trunk.

The ground was very rough, and she was only wearing a thin linen cloak. The gravel and weeds poked her buttocks, causing strong discomfort in her body.

Compared with the days when she was the Hand of Dawn, the current situation is extremely bad, but she has no regrets in her heart.

Although she had abundant material resources and a high status in the past, her heart was always difficult to calm down.

Every moment was filled with negative emotions such as fear, confusion, regret, etc., and now, although the external conditions have been reduced to the lowest point, her heart has gained real peace.

She knew very clearly what she was pursuing, and was willing to give everything for this goal.

So there was no fear in her heart.

However, to be more specific, there was still a little regret.

"I don't know if this world can ever get better. Even if it does get better in the future, I won't be able to see it."

But the regret soon dissipated.

"It's highly likely that it won't get better, it will only get worse. And I've already left this world, so I don't have to worry about those dirty things polluting my soul."

She is a 14th-ring mage. Although she doesn't have any magic tools, her spells are profound. The only regret is that time is too tight and her mana has only recovered less than half.

But it's enough to cast some spells.

She cast three spells in a row, 'Wall of Thorns', 'Dormant Flame', and 'Triggered Explosive Field', all of which are defensive counterattack spells with range effects, and they are infused with as much mana as possible.

After the three spells were cast, the mana in her body, which was already limited, was completely exhausted.

Gwenaville patiently waited for the shadow assassins to come.

She knew that this would not attract all the shadow assassins.

But even if she only attracted one, it would reduce the danger for the companions of the Brotherhood.

Time passed by minute by minute, the wild wind in the wilderness blew, and the birds and animals hidden in the grass and trees occasionally ran out to join in the fun.

But the shadow assassin never appeared.

Before the assassin arrived, Gwennaville herself could no longer hold on.

She was imprisoned for a month, and suffered all kinds of torture every day, with scars all over her body.

Because of her strong vitality, most of the injuries she suffered in the early stage have been healed, but as her vitality continued to decrease, the healing speed of the later injuries slowed down greatly.

She felt a burning pain between her legs, and her legs were wet, as if liquid was constantly flowing out.

She lifted the cloak and looked at it, and she could see a piece of bright red blood.

It was the injury caused by the Eye of Dawn's Executioner Kager before his death, and it was also the most serious injury on his body.

After taking a quick look at the injury, she covered her cloak again.

Her mana had been exhausted, and she was ready to die, so this injury was not important at all.

But the great pain in her body made her very anxious.

"Are these shadow assassins lame? Why haven't they come yet?"

At this moment, a strange and gentle voice came into her ears: "Madam, they can't come."

"Who? Who is talking?"

Gwennaville was alert, and the anxiety on her face disappeared instantly. Her deep blue eyes looked around for the source of the voice, which was full of cold murderous intent.

Soon, she saw the target.

A tall young man with a tall and full figure, upright features, and gentle eyes with tenacity.

This is completely different from the temperament of the members of the Eye of Dawn, and is somewhat like a member of the Brotherhood.

But this person also exudes a deep breath of power like the abyss.

And Gwennaville has never seen such an aura from other people, even the senior consultants from Moon City.

"Who are you?"

Gwennaville's hostility subsided a little, but her face was still full of vigilance.

Rosen ignored the defensive spells arranged by the other party and walked in directly.

After reaching Gwennaville's side, he looked down at the distressed woman.

She was very haggard, but her eyes were very tenacious. Her soul was 14 rings, not particularly strong, but extremely pure, unlike most people in the abyss, mixed with a lot of negative emotions and desires.

"Your injuries are not light."

He answered irrelevantly.

Gwennaville unknowingly entered Rosen's context and nodded subconsciously.

"They tortured me for a whole month. It would be strange if I could still be intact."

Rosen nodded, raised his hand naturally, and gently stroked a scratch on her white forehead.

Gwennaville subconsciously wanted to retreat, but finally held back.

The expected stinging did not come, but was replaced by a comfortable numbness and itchiness that appeared when the injury healed, accompanied by a faint warmth.

When the other party withdrew his hand, she immediately raised her hand to check the injury on her forehead, and found that not only the stinging was gone, but the wound was completely healed, and even no scars were left.

She also knows how to heal wounds in just a few hours, but it is like a miracle that the other person can completely heal the wound by just raising his hand, and feel no pain during the healing process.

"Who are you?" She asked again, unconsciously using the honorific.

Rosen didn't say anything, and continued to move his hand down, touching the wound on the other person's neck.

The scars were deep strangulation marks, the marks were purple in color, and a large number of sharp holes could be seen, which was obviously a form of torture involving thorns being used to strangle the neck.

Gently stroking the scar with his palm, returning it to its white and smooth state, Rosen spoke again.

"You should have already made a guess in your mind. I want to say that you are right."

Gwennaville raised her hand to touch the scar on her neck again, with deep shock in her deep blue eyes.

"Are you Sun War God Rosen?"

Rosen nodded, raised his hand and gently opened his cloak, intending to treat the whip marks on his back that were as dense as spider webs.

But this time, the other party refused and tightly wrapped his cloak tightly: "Sir, I don't need your mercy!"

Rosen did not insist and retracted his hand: "I want to correct your mistakes. I help you, not out of pity or to gain loyal followers, but to gain allies."

"No, the description of allies is not accurate enough. We should call them companions who share the same ambition, or 'comrades' for short, or they can be called brothers and sisters."

Guinevere was shocked when she heard this: "Companions with the same ambition. Does a person as powerful as you also need companions?"

Rosen took a step to the side and sat on the dirt next to Gwennaville.

"Compared to ordinary people, I do have greater power and greater knowledge."

"But compared to the moon city above our heads, or even the entire starry sky above our heads, all life in the world is small and humble."

"The only way for a humble life to change the world is to find a group of companions who share common ideals and condense the insignificant drops of water into rivers and seas."

Gwennaville understood, and the resistance in her heart became much lighter.

"I'm curious, who are you? Where are you from?"

Rosen smiled and said: "My real name is Rosen. My full name is Rosen Saxony. I come from a plane outside the abyss. We outside call this place the Abyss of Pain. Have you heard of this saying?"

Gwennavel nodded: "I have heard of it, because from time to time some unlucky people will enter this damn place, and they will bring some information from other planes. So, which plane are you from specifically?"

"Plane of nature."

"Never heard of it."

"It used to be called the Dretan plane."

"I've heard about it, so why did the plane change its name?"

"Because I gathered the power of countless mortals to create a powerful empire and completely defeated Dritan."

Speaking of this, Rosen added: "It's called the Natural Empire, and I am the first emperor of this empire."

Guineaville was surprised: "As the emperor, why did you come to the Abyss of Pain? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

"In order to return to my empire, I will do my best to defeat Moon City. This is also the fundamental goal of my coming to the Abyss of Pain."

Guineaville was even more surprised: "Why should we defeat Moon City?"

"The reason for this is very complicated, and I don't want to lie to you."

"I can only say that this matter involves the gods of another world, the rebellion of the nightmare tyrant Antoine, and the future strategy of the natural empire. It is unclear for a while."

"I think you should have some understanding of the complexity of national interests, right?"

Guinevere nodded in approval.

Rosen continued: "Excluding considerations of national interests, based on my personal emotional tendencies, I am also deeply aware of the depravity of Moon City and extremely shocked by the chaos and disorder in the abyss of pain."

"In the empire I govern, even pets kept in civilian homes can eat meat every day. Petty theft crimes are already headline news in the village, but here, people cannibalize people."

Gwenna Wen'er's attention was attracted by the situation in the empire described by Rosen, and there was a trace of yearning on her face.

"Is your empire really so rich?"

Rosen did not speak, but raised his hand to touch the air in front of the other party.

A clear water mirror appeared in the air, showing the daily scenes of an ordinary village.

The village is still under construction and renovation, and it looks like it is in full swing. The villagers walking on the road have rosy faces, loud voices, smiles on their faces, strong bodies, and a healthy and high-spirited state of mind.

"The empire is developing rapidly, and this is just a remote mountain village."

"And of course there are big cities."

As he spoke, the screen switched to Dawn City: "This is a coastal metropolis in the empire with a permanent population of about 5 million, and it is still increasing rapidly."

Gwennaville looked at it carefully, the look of longing on her face getting stronger and stronger.

"The abyss of pain used to look like this, and it was even more prosperous than the picture you showed. But after that war, everything changed."

Her face was full of disappointment.

Rosen nodded: "You are right. The Eternal Empire was the most powerful high-energy empire in our solar star realm, and my empire has just started in the high-energy field."

Guineaville's face showed deep envy: "It has just started. Oh~~This is the most beautiful time for an empire. There are new changes every day, and everyone's heart is full of longing for the future!"

As soon as he heard this, Rosen knew that this woman was a very knowledgeable person and worthy of his attention.

He put away the water mirror and said warmly: "Madam, if I invite you to be my companion, will you agree?"

These words brought Gwennerville back to her senses.

Her expression returned to calmness, and she turned to stare at Rosen: "But you said that you are the God of War of the Sun, a true god, and I did feel an extremely powerful aura of power, possibly even more powerful than the Queen of Moon City."

"But you just said that your empire has just started in the high-energy field."

"This is obviously a contradiction, how do you explain it?"

Rosen did not hide anything and said softly: "Due to some coincidences, I gained a great power exceeding 23 rings, and this is also the greatest confidence for me to dare to rush into the abyss of pain."

Gwennaville was shocked: "How is it possible to have power beyond the 23rd ring?"

Rosen smiled: "It's possible."

"I regard myself as a pioneer, and I also deeply feel that even those who have power beyond the 23rd ring are still weak, so they still need as many companions as possible."

Guinevere became a little alert: "Companion? I think he is a slave?"

Rosen retorted seriously: "It's a companion, because not only do I need the help of my companions, I will also help as many talented mortals as possible to gain power beyond the 23rd level."

"Because my ultimate goal is to create a glorious divine kingdom established by countless true gods in the Sun God Ring!"

These words shocked Gwennaville violently, and she immediately asked: "Why?"

"Because someone told me that the ultimate fate of the world is the nothingness of annihilation, so all efforts are meaningless."

"I don't believe it."

"I believe that with countless wise men and countless hours of unremitting efforts, we will be able to break this ultimate fate."

"Even if the world in the future does become annihilated, we can still rebuild a new world from the ruins of annihilation."

"At this moment, even if the order of the Eternal Empire has almost completely collapsed, as long as the will is immortal, glory will surely be rebuilt amidst the ruins."

These words were a bit profound, and Gwennaville could only partially understand them, but this did not prevent her from feeling Rosen's grandeur.

The fact that the other party was clearly the emperor of the empire, but personally ventured into the abyss of pain, also made her clearly feel the huge difference between him and the hypocritical politicians in Moon City.

What those politicians like to do most is to sit in a warm and comfortable place and decide the fate of countless mortals through their words.

Not to mention letting them risk their lives, even if they go to the field for practical investigation, it is absolutely impossible because the mud will stain their boots.

Rosen felt that the heat was almost over, so he said: "The pain of the body will affect the judgment of the will. Let me heal your injuries so that you can think more focused."

As he spoke, he took off the woman's cloak from behind again, reached out to cover the whip marks on her back, and began to treat them one by one.

At this moment, Guineaville did not refuse and allowed Rosen to treat the injury: "Your Majesty, why do you value me?"

“I value everyone who shares the same ideals.”

"What if someone disagrees with you?"

"The world is complex, and differences are bound to exist. As long as the ideals are consistent, differences can be resolved through discussion."

While speaking, he gently turned the other person's body so that his back was facing him, and then reached his hands under his armpits to treat the injuries on his chest. The latter felt a little uncomfortable and his body stiffened for a moment, but in the end he was not injured. resist.

"Your Majesty, I. Your Majesty, no, there is no need to treat it here for the time being."

Rosen smiled and put the cloak on her again, then inserted a hand through the gap in the cloak and gently pressed on the most serious wound on her body.

The latter's body tensed up instantly, his heart beat violently, and his breathing stopped.

Rosen comforted calmly: "Before I became the emperor, I was a very professional doctor. I have extremely superb medical skills and have seen all kinds of weird injuries."

"So don't be shy, ma'am."

Guineaville had experienced the most brutal torture, and of course she was not a hypocritical character, so she quickly relaxed her body: "Your Majesty's medical skills are indeed superb, but do you have to put your fingers in?"

Rosen nodded: "Because your internal organs have also been seriously injured, relax and don't be nervous."

About a quarter of an hour later, he took his hand out of the cloak, then condensed a ball of water, and began to clear the blood on his hands.

"Madam, I have cleaned up the shadow assassins who were chasing you, and your injuries have been completely healed. You can now join your companions from the Longshan Brotherhood."

"Think carefully and don't rush to give me an answer, because what I need is a true companion, not a follower forced by gratitude or circumstances."

Then he took out food and water from the time and space treasure house, as well as some leather armor and underwear that didn't fit well: "This is all I have on me at the moment, you can wear it as you please."

Then, he stood up and left.

As soon as he took a step forward, he heard Guineaville's voice: "Wait!"

She stood up, stared at Rosen again, and said word by word: "No need to think about it, because I have already figured it out."

"I would like to follow in your footsteps."

Rosen corrected: "No, it's not following, it's fighting side by side."

Guinevere shook her head: "No, Your Majesty, I am not qualified to fight alongside you. I am self-aware enough."

"I know very well that my wisdom, my will, and my strength are far inferior to yours. I can only stand behind you and support your cause."

"Have you figured it out?"

Gwennavel nodded vigorously: "I have thought very clearly, His Majesty Rosen, the God of War of the Sun!"

With these words, her soul seemed to have crossed a certain boundary, and instantly established a strong soul connection with Rosen.

At the same time, a large amount of source essence flowed into Rosen's divine fire along this connection.

The amount of source essence was very large, almost five times more than the source essence provided by Oriande before, and these source essences did not escape, and almost completely remained in Rosen's soul.

Rosen experienced this process carefully, and an enlightenment emerged in his heart.

"Oh~ The reason for the convergence of source essence is not because of the followers' beliefs, but because of the resonance of ideas!"

In other words, for lives with the same idea, after the souls are connected, the source essence deep in their souls will automatically converge to the strongest soul.

With this understanding, Rosen immediately understood the way to condense the godhead.

"First of all, the godhead is condensed by ideas. If I want to condense the godhead, I must first understand what kind of god I want to be?"

Rosen already has a very clear idea about this.

"My ultimate idea is to break the ultimate fate of the world. Therefore, my core godhood is to 'create the world'!"

"But the idea of ​​creation is too grand. Once this is stated, it will immediately go completely against the goddess of annihilation. Therefore, this core outer layer needs to be covered with several layers of shells to avoid being too dazzling."

"The first shell is 'fighting'. Fight to change fate, fight for a better world."

"The second shell is 'sun'. The sun shines on the world, dispels darkness, and warms the world."

Therefore, it is very good to use the sun god of war as a disguise to soften the conflict.

And the godhood of creation is the real core. Whenever you reach the crossroads of fate, this core is the highest standard for judging the way forward.

After thinking it through, Rosen was very grateful to Gwennaville.

He turned around and gave the determined woman a big hug: "Ms. Deng Bo, I hope I can never change my original intention and never let you down."

Gwennaville was even more shocked when she heard this. She once again deeply felt the difference of the strong man in front of her.

She couldn't help but be excited and said in a concentrated voice: "Great Sun God of War, I hope you will always guide my steps like the real sun."

With these words, almost all the source essence in the depths of her soul flowed to Rosen, and almost completely remained in Rosen's soul.

In other words, this determined woman placed all her ideas for the future on Rosen.

Rosen completely understood: "The true god's godhood is similar to the throne of the emperor, but it does not completely belong to the true god."

"If the true god loses his status, his godhood will also collapse, and the source essence will also leave the true god."

Therefore, the greatness of God lies in the number of core believers gathered, and even more in the ideas held by God.