Ember Skywalker

Chapter 98 Existence between life and death!

"Your Majesty, it has been two thousand years, and the curse of the wise Titan has not weakened at all. Is it necessary for us to continue the sacrifice?" the skeleton said in a low voice.

"Be patient, Banderas, it's the only hope."

The skeleton undead known as the king spoke slowly.

He has a dark golden frame, and his voice sounds like metallic friction when he speaks.

"However, since our souls and bodies were imprisoned, we have repeated this sacrifice countless times, but have never received a response from the creature of fate."

"The greatness of creation is beyond our comprehension."

The emperor sighed.

“All we can do is be prayerful.”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until then."

Banderas shook his head, and his body glowed with colorful light. Through the light, one could see that his body was covered with cracks.

"Is the source of your power almost exhausted?"

"Yes, but this is just the beginning. The curse of the wise titan is too strong."

"Your Majesty, it has been a thousand years since the revelation of fate appeared and we began to believe in the creation of fate. I...actually, I am also in despair."

The one who spoke this time was a golden-bodied undead with bone spurs on its back.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, some dust actually fell off his chin.

"Marquez, don't let your faith fade. It is the only light in the darkness." The king said meaningfully.

"I understand, but in a hundred years, I will be like Banderas."

Ugh!
A helpless sigh sounded in the space.

After a while, the emperor's voice sounded:

"Put these aside for now. We don't have much time to be awake. Let's start the sacrifice."

The three dead souls closed their eyes at the same time and communicated with the altar beneath them.

Thousands of giant skeletons moved in an orderly manner beside the altar.

They passed through a pale door of light and threw the corpses onto the altar.

With each corpse thrown into the altar, the flames on the altar would grow stronger.

When more than a hundred corpses were thrown in, the altar shook violently, emitting a circle of strange waves that spread to an unknown place.

As the sacrifice progressed, the altar emitted these waves from time to time.

Among the skeleton team, a skeleton with a missing arm was dragging the body of a young boy and moving slowly towards the altar.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old and had been dead for many days, but there were no wounds on his body.

Just like he did with the other corpses, the skeleton walked through the pale gate, threw the boy into the altar fire, and then turned and left.

But this time something strange happened.

The moment the boy's body was thrown into the flames, a strange shock wave burst out from him, and the skeleton exploded into countless pieces without even having to react.

Not only him, hundreds of skeletons nearby were not spared.

Rumble!
The altar roared, and the space around it began to distort, with endless light and heat spewing out from the altar door.

With another loud bang, the entire altar was blown up into the sky and turned into ashes in the fierce fire and light.

After an unknown amount of time, the three undead figures reappeared in the air.

They were in a rather miserable state at this moment. The space distortion just now also affected them, and Marquez even had several broken bone spurs.

But no one paid attention to this, they were all stunned at this moment.

"The Altar of Destiny... The Altar of Destiny is destroyed?"

The golden skull murmured, looking distraught.

The other two undead also looked despairing; this was their only hope of being rescued, and now it was gone.

"Hey, what is that?" Marquez suddenly pointed to the original location of the altar.

A huge deep pit appeared there, the surface had crystallized, and pale flames flickered from time to time.

The strange thing was that there was a young boy lying in the middle of the pit.

It was the boy who was thrown into the altar by the skeleton.

The flames in the eyes of the three undead shrank at the same time, and they looked at each other. With that kind of explosion just now, how could there be any bodies left?
With a flash of their figures, three undead spirits came to the young man.

"impossible!"

The emperor suddenly exclaimed, and golden flames spewed out of his mouth.

"How could he possibly be breathing?"

"Is he alive?"

Banderas looked incredulous.

"But the Altar of Fate only accepts corpses. Living people cannot pass through the Pale Door."

The emperor hesitated for a moment, a golden light appeared on his hand, and he pressed it on the young man's forehead.

Although he said he was pressing, his palm was actually several meters long, and it looked more like it was wrapping the young man around.

The next moment, he suddenly retracted his palm: "It's really a living person! And he has a complete soul!"

Marquez and Banderas looked at each other in surprise. This completely overturned their perceptions.

"Emperor Jun, how about...you explore his soul?"

The golden skull thought for a moment and pressed his forehead again. This time he closed his eyes.

A soul appeared in his world.

Strangely, this soul was very weak, like a newborn baby. The king continued to explore.

Suddenly, a will as powerful as the ocean that could crush everything rose from the soul.

Faced with this will, the king's soul trembled violently.

He knew that if this will moved even slightly, it would be enough to completely destroy him.

Even though his power has surpassed most of the strong ones in the order plane.

The emperor gave up resistance and waited for the judgment of will.

The will examined the emperor for a long time, and then a green light separated from the will and entered the emperor's soul.

The next moment, the will receded like a tide.

The emperor had already gotten what he wanted, and after the will disappeared, he quickly left the boy's soul.

At this time, the two undead were in a panic. The soul fire of the king was almost extinguished. This was a sign of destruction!
"It has responded! The great creature of destiny has responded to us!"

The flames in the king's eyes danced, showing his inner excitement.

"In this young man's soul, I saw a trace of destiny's will, and he also gave me a little revelation."

"Creation of destiny?" The two undead were shocked.

"Yes, this boy is the medium through which destiny communicates with me. No wonder he is so extraordinary."

"So, what is the revelation of fate?" asked Marquez.

"The great Creator said that the strings of destiny have been plucked, and we will become participants in the new history."

“Participants in the new history?” Marquez frowned. “I don’t understand.”

"I don't understand either, but something big is probably going to happen."

"I don't care what the big deal is. I wonder if Creation has responded to our faith?"

"Yes, we have responded. From now on, we are believers in destiny." The emperor said happily.

"Great! We can finally get rid of the curse!"

Banderas got excited.

“I wonder what we are going to do?”

The Emperor pointed at the young man on the ground and said, "It all depends on him."

"What do you mean?"

"Through the soul of this young man, I have learned his origins."

The emperor did not answer, but slowly began to narrate.

"His name is Lanster, and he is the son of the Duke of Teutonic in Dante's country. However, his soul was imprisoned before he was born."

"What, soul imprisonment?" Banderas exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)