Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 152 I understand, you don't have a horse

Following the sound, Yu Jin looked and saw a figure suddenly appear at the foot of the wall on the other side of the coffin. It was a young man with slightly curly black hair, a broad forehead, thin cheeks, deep black eyes, and wearing a monocle.

Ah, Monk!

"The Blasphemer" Amon!

After a moment's thought, seemingly realizing it was indeed a bit impolite, Yu Jin removed his hand from the coffin and asked politely:

"Is this your grave?"

Amon strolled forward two steps as if walking in a leisurely garden, and said:

"To be precise, this is the mausoleum I prepared for myself. As you know, there were constant conflicts between various forces during the Fourth Age. In order to compete for the opportunity to become a god, I was also targeted by many people at the same time, and I might be killed one day. So, it is reasonable for me to dig a grave for myself in advance, right? But as you can see, fortunately I survived, so I don't need it for the time being."

"That's right."

Yu Jin nodded slightly and said, "I'm here to dig up your grave."

Amon stopped and stared at Ember with a strange expression, seemingly lost in thought.

"It's quite rare that you would even consider such a small thing in my mausoleum."

Amon shook his head, speaking with a hint of mockery, and continued forward. As he approached, the swarm of insects that had blocked his way began to die en masse. But these creatures, born of miracles, did not leave behind corpses after death; instead, they quickly turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated, leaving large blank spaces on the ground.

Ember asked thoughtfully:

"So, you're actually the only one in the entire Amon family?"

"Yes."

Amon smiled and nodded. "It's been me all along, which is no secret among the great nobles of the Fourth Age."

"Your real body didn't come?"

"Of course not."

Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, shook his head and said with a hint of mockery, "If my true form appeared in Backlund, it would immediately trigger a divine descent. After all, the existing gods don't have a very good impression of me, and some of them would rather kill me than not at all."

"Like the Lord of Storms?"

"right."

When confronted by Ember's questioning, Amon made no attempt to hide anything and answered frankly, "He was the one who most wanted to kill me, well, one of them."

As they spoke, Amon had already ascended the steps leading to the platform. Suddenly, however, Ember raised his arm.

"Bang!"

As if some unseen mechanism had been triggered, Amon's body suddenly stiffened, and he stood frozen in place. But this was only for a moment; he quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, and continued walking towards the platform.

Ember seemed oblivious, casually remarking as if chatting with an old friend:

"I've seen your father, but I've never seen you."

"That's normal."

With his smile unchanged, Amon pointed to the wall behind him and said frankly, "After all, I wasn't born yet back then, so of course you wouldn't have seen me."

Ember looked in the direction Amon was pointing. The wall there was mottled due to the previous "accelerated flow of time," and many murals were damaged and could never be restored to their original state.

The only relatively complete, barely legible, colored mural is located at the top of the wall, occupying almost half of the dome.

It describes a majestic, continuous mountain range, with a huge cross, taller than the mountain itself, standing atop its highest peak.

The cross, bathed in layers of light, appeared exceptionally sacred.

A majestic and towering figure could be vaguely seen in front of it, with the mountains appearing like pets lying prostrate at its feet.

The figure was surrounded by angels with two, four, or six wings, some carrying horns and others playing harps.

Or they might play the flute, appearing both devout and joyful.

Below the mountain, two angels with twelve wings on their backs, each carrying an infant, humbly walked towards the summit.

The baby on the left has slightly curly black hair, while the one on the right has light golden hair.

One of them had jet-black eyes, and the other had golden pupils.

Elsewhere in the mountains, there are vague depictions of giants in chains and dragons whose feet are bound, forever unable to touch the ground.

This depicts the scene after the "Creator" reclaimed power from the eight ancient gods, enslaving giants and dragons. It was also at this time that the Creator "gave birth" to two sons.

The one with black hair is Amon, as for the blond hair...

"Who is the other one?"

Yu Jin stroked his chin and suddenly asked.

Amon had already stepped onto the platform. He stopped, adjusted his monocle, and said in a flippant tone:

"'Imaginary Angel,' 'Firstborn Son of God,' Adam, my brother, a paranoid maniac—call him whatever you like. He went mad after Father fell because of his betrayal, and for all these years he has been trying to resurrect our Father. And he almost succeeded."

Yu Jin said thoughtfully, "Aren't you going to help him out?"

Amon adjusted his monocle, sighed, and shook his head, saying, "Our relationship isn't very good, so He has never interfered in my affairs, and I haven't interfered in His affairs either."

After a brief pause, Amon asked politely:

Do you have any other questions?

"There is one."

Yu Jin's expression turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who is your mother?"

Amon's expression stiffened slightly. After a long while, he looked up, straightened his monocle which had become crooked due to the change in his expression, and calmly said:

"My father is a god, and he does not need to reproduce through human methods. Like Sasriel, who was created by my father from one of his own ribs."

Ember nodded knowingly and asked politely:

"So you don't have a mother?"

Amon's expression suddenly twisted, his eyes seeming to spit out fury. But he quickly burst out laughing, mockingly saying:

"You seem to really want me to make that face? Do you really think human ethics would work on me?"

"That's true."

Ember nodded in agreement, and with a sudden jerk, a greatsword appeared in his palm. Amon raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the greatsword in Ember's hand. The blade was forged from molten iron steeped in smoke, turning the entire surface a deep black. The once intricate patterns and symbols on the blade were mostly blurred by battle scars, and even bore the massive claw marks of the Demon Prince.

This is the greatsword that the knight Lorian once used to kill the demon prince single-handedly!

"Bang!"

Ember took a step forward, shifting all his weight onto the Lorian Greatsword. In the blink of an eye, the soot that had previously stained the sword black transformed into a raging inferno, engulfing the entire blade in a cursed flame!

"Wait, I just want to talk this out..."

Amon's expression changed slightly, seemingly not expecting Yu Jin to act so suddenly, and he hurriedly tried to stop him.

But before he could finish speaking, he heard heavy, hurried footsteps beside him. It was the three silver knights who had been standing on either side of him the whole time! The silver knights on the left and right raised their shields and rushed towards him, while the silver knight in the back leaped high into the air and slashed down at him with his sword in both hands!

"Bang!"

Amon's expression turned cold. The silver knight, who had been leaping towards him, suddenly froze in mid-air, his thought of attack stolen by Amon. The next moment, the silver knight, his body losing its next direction and support, fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the steps and tumbling down the platform.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The sturdy armor covering their entire bodies collided and rubbed against the steps, creating a strange symphony. At the same time, the silver knights on the left flanks charged in.

Witnessing the state of their comrade, they almost simultaneously swung their longswords at Amon. But as before, they almost instantly forgot how to wield their swords; their will to attack had been stripped away by Amon.

But this didn't affect their next move, even though they were already dead, even though they had been burned to ashes. The Silver Knights still had a wealth of combat experience in their minds. While their thoughts of attack were stolen, their bodies reacted even further—using their shoulders to brace against the heavy shields, they charged straight at Amon in the middle!

Amon's expression changed, seemingly caught off guard, and in his haste, he forgot to dodge. Because they were so close together and the time was too short, he didn't even have time to anticipate their collision before being run over by the two silver knights!

"Bang!"

Amidst the violent thuds and crushing sounds, the silver knights, pressed against the shields, slammed into Amon's body from both sides. Like a sandwich, they pinned Amon's body firmly between the two shields.

The sudden impact momentarily stunned Amon, preventing him from reacting immediately. By the time he regained his senses, Ember, positioned directly in front of him, was already poised to strike, launching a powerful attack as it lunged forward!

The greatsword of Lorian burned with scorching flames originating from the demon. It drew a beautiful arc in the air from top to bottom, and even the air sizzled as it burned. The high platform that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was instantly melted in the place where the blade touched, including the coffin that had been blocking the two of them and coveted by Ember for a long time. It was also split in two.

But the greatsword's edge continued its relentless advance, piercing through the coffin and striking Amon's crotch, causing his face to contort in agony, and his body to be lifted high along the scorching blade like a tattered rag doll!

Amon was tossed high into the air, only to be slammed to the ground and lifeless a moment later. His green eyes gradually dimmed, and his form began to dissipate rapidly. In the end, only a slightly dim "Time Worm" with twelve semi-transparent segments remained in place.

Ember didn't look at the corpse, because he had already confirmed receiving Amon's 'Lost Extraordinary Ability'. He glanced regretfully at the damaged coffin, which was far more luxurious than the stone coffin he had been in when he woke up.

But this regret was fleeting, for he soon turned his gaze to the other side of the tomb—a stone door, its outline barely visible, stood discreetly in the corner.

At the same time, a silver knight quickly approached the stone door, stretched out his hands and pressed them against the door, trying to push it open.

A stone door, its outline barely visible, stands discreetly in the corner.

Above the stone gate, shimmering water suddenly appeared, converging into a scene so realistic it seemed one could almost touch it:

Deep blue waves surged forward, one after another, where a thick, liquid-like black mist rose. A jagged mountain peak emerged from the mist, constantly dripping with viscous liquid. Beyond this peak, the black mist stretched endlessly, its bottom also without limit; the deeper one looked, the more profound and mysterious it seemed, as if anything that fell would fall forever.

Ember's mind still conjures up a scene similar to his own—originating from the abyss he had once experienced. Even now, he still wears the ring that allows him to walk through the abyss.

This world also has legends about the abyss, and this door may be the gateway to that abyss, which is perhaps how Amon came to be here. In other words, he may be able to use the abyss to reach the land forsaken by the gods.

However, after witnessing the abyss, Yu Jin did not have the intention of entering it to explore.

Instead, he calmly slung the Lorian Greatsword over his back, while a crystal staff that seemed to be made of rock appeared in his hand. A bright blue light gathered at the blue gem inlaid at the top of the staff, gradually forming a huge vortex that greedily absorbed energy.

Finally, the seemingly endless pale blue energy surged from the tip of the staff, transforming into a torrent of souls that seemed capable of destroying everything, instantly engulfing the stone gate completely!

Under the bright blue light that illuminated the entire tomb as if it were daytime, the stone door had been washed away and shattered, as if it had never existed, leaving only a huge hole in the wall.

But after the stone gate was destroyed, the torrent of souls did not dissipate. Instead, it abruptly changed direction, as if it had split in half, shooting from its original direction toward the stone gate toward a certain spot in the air below the stone platform.

"Bang!"

Just as the torrent was about to sweep across the empty air, a figure wearing a monocle and a pointed soft hat was forced out of nowhere, but before it could dodge, it was swallowed up by the torrent of souls and completely annihilated, leaving only a transparent worm with twelve segments in place.

Those were Amon's clones, most of which parasitized tiny creatures in the air, invisible to the naked eye. And there were at least dozens of such clones in this tomb alone!

Unfortunately, the embers do not need to be observed with the naked eye.

"Bang!"

The torrent of souls changed direction again, the jetting torrent shooting across the ground, carving deep, bottomless trenches into the hard stone slabs, even creating large 'gaps' in the void, which took a long time to fill again. Wherever the torrent went, Amon's figure appeared one after another in a disheveled state, but in the end, they were all annihilated by the torrent, leaving only transparent, segmented worms.

The once smooth, spacious, and grand mausoleum is now riddled with ravines from the raging torrents. The walls adorned with murals are now just ruins, and the unsupported ceiling is teetering on the verge of collapse. Heavy stones weighing thousands of pounds constantly fall from the top into the bottomless ravines on the ground.

"Pfft~"

Finally, the beams of the soul torrent began to weaken, shrinking and thinning as if the power had been cut off. In the end, the torrent at the tip of the staff completely died down, all the light vanished, and Ember still held the seemingly ordinary staff made of stone in his hand.

But Ember's gaze remained fixed ahead, on the spot where Amon had just stood.

There seemed to be nothing there.

But the next second, the air in front of him suddenly rippled, and a tiny creature, invisible to the naked eye, crawled out. This creature rapidly expanded, transforming into Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic black robe. He knew very well that he had been discovered, so he simply stopped hiding.

Amon adjusted his monocle on his right eye and frowned, saying:

"How did you find out?"

(End of this chapter)