I have a big sailing game.

Felner felt that Vic in front of him didn't look like he was joking with him.

And his innate ability seems to be helping him prove this point. The blurry image of the running giant is just as he said, the sun-chasing giant.

But he didn't really believe it was true.

Fellner looked at him again, still frowning.

How could he be the king of an ancient dynasty with such an idiot?

Fellner said nothing.

But his eyes and demeanor seemed to say everything.

All this was seen by Vic.

He couldn't help but twitching in his mouth: "...I always feel that you are saying bad things about me in your heart."

"You don't believe it, do you?"

Fellner heard this and shook his head: "No, I barely believe it."

I barely believe it...

Vic was silent for a moment after hearing this.

If it's too forced, then I guess you'd better not believe it...

"Since you said that you are the king of a lost ancient dynasty..." Fellner did not discuss too much about whether he believed it or not, and asked instead: "Then your current body... was robbed?"

Fellner pointed at his chest and said.

Hearing this, Vic shook his head and did not hide anything from him. Now the two of them are like grasshoppers on a rope, and their life and death are bound together.

"Do not……"

He held out his palm and looked at it.

"When I wake up, maybe I will have died once..."

"I'm not quite sure who I am anymore."

"Maybe it's Vic, maybe it's the king of Varissa, maybe... it's both? Who knows..."

Vic smiled.

He didn't care about it anymore.

He now should probably be called a new soul that possesses both the memory of King Varissa and the memory of Vic.

Seeing that he looked like he was thinking about philosophy, Fellner didn't dwell too much on this topic.

"Okay, King Varissa."

Felner looked around.

"We are now in a border fog. Can you tell me what we should do next?"

After hearing this, Vic was silent for a moment, then looked at the dark and thick fog, and slowly spoke.

"You'd better pray that we can find the remains of the Sun Chaser Giant..."

"Otherwise, there is a high probability that we will be lost in this fog forever..."

……

woo-

The steamer in the port hummed and set off again.

This new type of steam-powered ship was particularly conspicuous among the ships in the port, attracting exclamations from the island residents.

The tall man with a cigar in his mouth and an open chest slowly walked down the gangway. After glancing around, he walked towards the island.

However, before the man had gone very far, a small hand firmly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He turned around and saw a dirty little girl with her head bowed and her hands raised, making a begging gesture towards him.

Looking around, there are many such children around, and they are not just children.

There are also many disabled old people and crying women.

As if they had unified command, whenever a passenger on the boat got off the boat, they would come forward to beg.

After taking a look at the slightly dilapidated town, the man took out a few silver coins and put them in the girl's hands.

Then, he turned and left.

But soon, five or six children appeared in the corner of the alley, swarming up to him and stretching out their hands, as if they had been observing secretly for a long time.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

Then he reached out and grabbed the little hand trying to steal.

The boy who was stealing suddenly shrank his pupils and struggled hard, only to find that the other person's hands were as motionless as iron pliers.

Just when he thought he was in trouble, he heard the man's hoarse and magnetic low voice.

"Stay here, don't move."

As his words fell.

The boy felt as if his whole body was controlled by an inexplicable force. He walked to the side with his companions uncontrollably, and then stood in a row obediently.

"Asshole...what do you brats want to do? Are you going to rebel?"

It seemed that their actions were too outrageous. Following a question, a group of vicious hooligans quickly appeared together.

Just now, they looked like ordinary porters at the dock.

Rogge looked at the gangsters surrounding him in a circle, his expression calm as usual.

He didn't speak or move.

He just stood there quietly, and then an idea came to him.

In an instant, the group of people in front of them turned into fly ash and disappeared into the air...

Then, he exhaled a puff of smoke and turned towards the town.

At this time, he was possessing a fabricated incarnation and came to the north of the Sea of ​​Repentance.

Of course, he made up more than one incarnation.

The thing here is just one of the things he has to do.

This is the territory of the Lopasman Empire, the religious territory of the Extreme Night Church, a large island called 'White Radish'...

There is poverty, exploitation and oppression.

At this point, the Lopasman Empire far exceeds the belief territory of the Mother Goddess and its surrounding demigods.

As a unified and huge empire, the Lopasman Empire has existed for a long time.

The corruption within it can be said to be extremely chaotic. The church and the nobles have joined forces to break the bones and marrow of the civilians under their rule, and try their best to squeeze out every drop of value from them.

This naturally makes the civilians miserable.

As we all know, there is a common sense that if people cannot eat, they will try their best to eat, even if they rebel.

This is true even in a world with extraordinary power.

But the only difference is that the results of the rebellion are completely different...

"Come on! Damn it!"

Snapped!

The whip struck his back, leaving a deep bloody mark and causing screams.

On the street, soldiers were escorting a group of people to the execution platform, whipping and urging them along the way.

The group of people being escorted included people of all ages, including men, women and children.

And the only thing they have in common is the simple flame brand on their arms...

Rogge stood by the balcony on the second floor of the tavern, leaning on the railing, and took a sip of strong drink.

These deportees with common characteristics were rebels from the Lopasman Empire.

They have a name that is widely spread throughout the Lopasman Empire.

Self-immolation person.

This is a rebel organization within the Lopasman Empire. They are scattered but have a common goal and will, which is resistance.

Each self-immolator will have a simple flame pattern branded on his arm.

The meaning of this title is very simple, coming from the joking words of a nobleman.