Chapter 22.1

It is well known that there are more than one tombs of gods on the mainland.

According to the "Sacred Calendar," the saddest and most magnificent scene in the old age of gods was the evening when the gods fell.

The golden-red glow was like blood, the birds and beasts screamed, the rivers and seas poured down, and the gods fell like stars and returned to the same place. This marked the end of the old age of gods and the beginning of the post-gods age.

Therefore, the old gods of that year actually had a common giant cemetery, which was called the tomb of the gods.

Of course, the term "wan" is an exaggeration, used to make it sound more magnificent. In reality, there are only two of the three main gods of the old era buried there, along with hundreds of lesser gods.

The maverick who did not lie in the tomb of the gods is the god of light, Phae.

Phae fell later than the other gods, lasting until dusk ended and night fell. He closed his eyes as the last light faded.

However, all of this is based on legends and records, and the actual situation is long since untestable. It is like no one can clearly tell who built such a dangerous tomb for the fallen gods and Phae who died in the end.

"I hate the people who built the tomb of the gods," Ben said, his arms wrapped around the vulture's neck, his anger flickering.

Before setting off from the Xuan Palace, Kevin had also prepared a vulture for Ben. Compared to other people, its body was relatively short, but its limbs were strong, its wings were wide, and its running was not inferior to those of the larger men. It was the perfect mount for a half-sized man like Ban.

However, this little bastard had some kind of mental deficiency. He insisted on running by himself, firmly believing that he could surpass most of the other vultures during the long-distance trek and dominate.

And so, he collapsed.

After most of the day's journey, the vulture was still running fast, but Ben was about to ascend to heaven. In the end, Kevin could not bear to see it any longer. He whistled, called the little vulture to the front, picked up the dying lion, which was foaming at the mouth, and threw it on the horse's back.

"There, there!" he said, as a consolation.

"I saw that it's not that far away on the map!" Ban cried out, his hands and feet limp when he turned back into a human form. He could not straighten up after lying on the horse's back.

Kevin glanced at him and said, "Which mental retardation told you that a straight line between two points on the map represents the actual distance?"

Ben: "..."

Unfortunately, it was himself.

"How far is it? Can we get there before dark?" Ben looked up at the road in front of him half-deadly, and could not help asking.

Kevin touched his dog's head with a smile, raised his hand and pointed to the distance, and said softly, "Did you see that hill? We'll be there soon."

Ben squinted his eyes in a daze, and carefully distinguished in the thick rain and fog in the distance for a long time, but he could not find the so-called small hill.

"Where are you looking? Over there." Kevin raised his hand and slapped him, pointing again.

"Ah?" Ben's line of sight extended along his arm, not daring to deviate from it at all.

After a period of time, the bewildered young lion slowly opened his mouth wide, his eyes completely fixated. He was dumbfounded for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, pointed to a tall, columnar mountain in the distance, and shouted: "That is not a small mountain!"

Kevin snorted and scolded, "You are only a little old and you love to scold people, so I will ask someone to arrest you and take you to etiquette class."

The young lion said "bah," "Who dares to catch me!"

"The Emperor," Kevin said matter-of-factly.

The young lion looked at him expressionlessly: "...your country is really strange, the Emperor still has to listen to you, are you his father?"

Kevin: "..."

The sky was a deep blue, and a thin layer of night had begun to fall.

The heavy rain had slowed down a little in the afternoon, and after several hours of procrastination, it had finally stopped. As soon as the rain stopped, the flying insects became more active.

The elite squad selected by Oswald was composed of members from the three major legions of Bronze, Red Iron, and Wujin, and almost all of them were officers.

Although there were no commanders or deputy commanders, they were usually the best in each legion, so no one wanted them to be injured during this long journey.

Before departure, the Legion equipped each of them with a pair of close-fitting light armor, which could cover most of the vital parts of the body without being cumbersome. Each wore a hooded rain cloak and a fine-mesh copper wire mask.

This kind of full armor could basically resist most flying insects, but everyone still looked very cautious.

Thus, the entire team presented such a strange scene: the leaders kept talking, as if they had really come for an outing. And the group of followers in black and black riders behind them were silent and solemn, as if they were there for a memorial service.