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

Chapter 245 The Despicable Outsider

"Stranger, what brings you here?"

Under the crimson moon, the blood-red giant sat on the throne and asked calmly.

Unmoved, Yu Jin continued to calmly gaze at the shadows not far away.

Despite being bathed in the crimson moon's light, it revealed not a sliver of brightness, making its presence appear exceptionally jarring and incongruous. It was as if something had distorted the light, desperately concealing something.

[Incarnation of the Fallen Mother Goddess]

"Outsider, why don't you answer?"

The blood-red behemoth on the throne seemed enraged by Ember's actions, roaring angrily like a raging lion. The deafening sound echoed throughout the hall, layer upon layer, relentlessly reverberating.

All the "creatures" that had been given life in the hall—whether it was the door with its huge mouth, the insects with snake heads and bird faces, or the grass that was preying on insects—their spirits trembled in the echoing sound, like duckweed swaying in a storm, as if they might be overturned by the waves at any moment and sink into the bottomless abyss.

Ember glanced at the figure on the crimson throne, then calmly withdrew his gaze, drawing his katana from his waist.

The katana looked unremarkable, except for the numerous barbs on the back of the blade that resembled sharp hairs, seemingly caused by mold due to long-term immersion in some kind of blood.

Blood Madness

The swords of the old "accumulators".

He accumulated sacrifices for the altar.

In the end, he too became one of those who sacrificed themselves.

He left a knife to his later family.

Combat Skill: Blood Frenzy

To stain the blade with one's own blood

It can temporarily make the blade exceptionally sharp.

A bloodless, maddening thing that cannot be severed.

Yu Jin gripped the hilt, performed a beautiful sword flourish, and simultaneously flipped the blade over.

Ignoring the risk of being cut by the sharp blade, he gripped the sword with his backhand and thrust it forcefully.

puff!

The katana pierced through the body smoothly, the blade protruding from the back, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, splattering everywhere.

The giant on the crimson throne remained silent for a long time after witnessing this scene, seemingly shocked even by it.

So you traveled all that way to His throne just to commit suicide?

With a calm expression, Yu Jin drew his katana and swung it forcefully, spraying out a large amount of blood that splattered all around. The grass on the ground seemed to be affected as well, opening its gaping mouths and sending out strands of fiber that greedily sucked up the dripping blood.

In the distance, swarms of insects flew in, their eyes glowing red as they charged toward the blood that stained the ground, ignoring the risk of being preyed upon by the grass. Even the shadowy spot seemed tempted, the Korean blood writhing slightly.

In the hall, Ember seemed to be the calmest one, completely unaffected by the blood.

It was as if he hadn't been the one pierced by the blade, and his body was completely unaffected. If it weren't for the fact that Blood Frenzy, stained with blood, had turned crimson, anyone would have doubted whether what they had just seen was an illusion.

Ember seemed to sense something was amiss. He calmly sheathed his blood-stained katana, replacing it with a whip—a whip shaped like a tree branch. The 'branch' had nine twigs, but instead of lush or withered leaves, these 'twigs' had shrunken claws with three fingers!

【Rose of Ariandel】

In the world of painting, the priest, whose body is like a ball...

The rose whip was used to quell the fire with blood.

It is both a weapon and a catalyst for miracles.

Eredel, as a painting restorer,

Knowing full well that paintings are created with blood,

That's why they would use their blood to protect the painting.

Combat Skill: Awakening

Vigorously slap yourself to awaken your awareness.

It can temporarily increase the power of miracles.

Perhaps this is the true way Father Rose was originally intended to use her abilities.

Ember knelt on one knee, raising the Ariandel Rose. The withered branches, seemingly sensing his movement, unfurled like blooming flowers. With a backward swing of Ember's arm, the branches lashed against his back repeatedly, splattering blood and leaving a thick, inky bloodstain on the ground.

And during this process, there seemed to be faint, muffled groans of pain accompanying it.

The insects swarmed toward the bloodstains like bats drawn by the scent of blood, their heavy breaths, born of greed, still echoing in the air.

Meanwhile, after several consecutive lashes, a holy and gentle golden light emanated from within the embers' body.

Even the ten antique-style, lustrous ruby ​​rings on his hands, which were holding the whip, lit up at the same time, turning an intensely blood red!

【Red Tearstone Ring】

A precious gemstone ring named after tearstone.

When health is greatly reduced, attack power will temporarily increase.

Legend has it that those were the tears of mourning shed by the goddess Quart.

And it is precisely because tears are connected to death that they appear beautiful.

As the golden light appeared, the being hidden in the shadows seemed to finally sense something was wrong, and a sense of impending death enveloped its heart! It was a warning from the spirit, a primal fear from its very core!

Although He still didn't know why the embers were doing these things, nor did He understand the meaning of these monkey shows, He clearly realized that if He didn't do something, He would surely die!

He almost instinctively wanted to attack the embers, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, a strong sense of crisis followed.

Without the slightest hesitation, the shadow vanished instantly.

The instant He disappeared, a tall, sexy woman's figure, shrouded in a cloak and light armor, was revealed.

She held a black blade imbued with the power of runes, a blade that contained the power to bring death upon even the gods!

Seeing her attack miss, "Black Blade" Dixi disappeared into the shadows almost without hesitation. She relentlessly pursued the retreating shadows, her target already locked on; no matter where it fled, it was all in vain.

Yu Jin withdrew his gaze and did not continue to pay attention to all of this.

Instead, at the moment the ring's effect is activated, put away the Rose of Ariandel, open your hands, and golden light and flames appear simultaneously in your palms.

In his left hand, he held the Holy Bell of Ferrenor; in his right, he held the Flame of Spells.

The Bell of Felene swayed gently with the movement of the embers, radiating a warm light that formed a golden magic circle in the air.

The flames of the spell ignited and slammed into the embers' chest.

A vow as firm as gold and stone

The miracles performed by those chosen by the oath of the sun.

It can boost the attack power and damage reduction rate of surrounding characters.

This is the eldest son of the Sun, his personal knights, and the dragon-slaying swordsman.

These three elements intertwine to form the most magnificent dragon-hunting tale.

[Inner Potential]

[Incorporating flames into various spells within the body,]

The most taboo kind.

It can temporarily increase attack power.

However, your health will continue to decrease.

Sorcerers should revere fire.

But if gaining power comes at the cost of receiving awe...

Reverence loses its true meaning.

Ember slowly stood up, and the Holy Bell and the Spellfire vanished simultaneously.

Ember pulled out a flagpole, the military banner symbolizing honor that once adorned it now long gone. But the instant Ember raised the flagpole, a soft, holy light instantly wove together a fluttering banner, emblazoned with the emblem of Lothric, a symbol of the honor of the knights of the past.

The Flag of Losrick

[The flagpole used in the past to hold aloft the Lothric emblem.]

The banners that the knights looked up to, their remnants.

The front has sharp decorations.

Therefore, it can be used as a gun.

Combat Art: Lothric Standard

As always, raise and wave the flagpole.

You can see the phantom of flags fluttering.

Those who gather under the flag will have their attack power increased.

when!

As the flagpole stood tall, countless pillars of light surged from the ground, their holy radiance even obscuring the crimson moon!

After applying all the buffs, Ember put away his banner and switched to his final weapon.

A heavy sword that emits a ghostly blue light.

The sword, seemingly made of stone, is engraved with numerous inscriptions. These inscriptions surround the eerie blue light at the center of the sword, and are asymmetrical, yet they seem to be filled with an unknown beauty that is mesmerizing.

【Twin Princes Greatsword】

From Lothric and Lorian

A pair of swords born from the souls of two twin princes.

They have been combined so tightly that they are difficult to separate.

They were united because of a curse.

But this actually comforts them.

Combat Art: Holy Light and Flame

After preparing to attack,

Using a normal attack will unleash Lothric's Holy Light;

Heavy attacks can unleash Lorian's flames.

As far as the embers could see, Dixi was still chasing the shadow. Their figures flickered under the crimson moonlight, leaving behind two blurry shadows that let people know they were there.

He fled, she pursued; he could not escape even with wings.

Just as Yu Jin was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the other side.

Snapped!

As if sensing something, the blood-red giant sitting on the Blood Rain Throne slowly stood up.

The figure shrouded in blood-red shadows descended the platform step by step, approaching Yu Jin expressionlessly.

Lyzius, the God of Life

Yu Jin withdrew his gaze, his tone seemingly tinged with regret:

"It's a pity she's not a goddess."

The future progenitor of vampires, Lilith, had two great generals under her command: one was the goddess of beauty, Olnia, and the other was the goddess of life whose name was never recorded. But unfortunately, Lyzius was not a woman.

Therefore, he deserved this calamity.

With a calm expression, Yu Jin held the greatsword of Prince Shuang horizontally in front of him, assuming a stance just as he had done countless times before.

-

Backlund, West End.

As evening approached, dark clouds gathered over Backlund, and a light drizzle began to fall.

In the underground area of ​​the Audra family villa, in the hall guarded by layers of secret doors, before that vibrant tomb, Emlyn White's bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion.

Suddenly summoned by Duke Olmer, a high-ranking vampire, Emlyn thought that a dangerous yet glorious mission awaited him. He even silently prayed to Mr. Fool and prepared himself to sacrifice himself for the vampires.

But he never expected that Duke Olmer's task was simply to bring the ring to him and dream about it...

Emlyn White looked around. There were twelve "grass beds" woven from countless intertwined blades of grass. It was truly a dream come true; they even had beds prepared for them...

Emlyn White's eye twitched; he really wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but ultimately he didn't have the guts.

He was eager to see what others would do, but he discovered that they were far more proactive than he was. The moment these beds were woven together, they had already willingly lay down on them.

Seeing this, Emlyn White took a deep breath, and, with a determined heart, lay down on the bed as well.

"Let him dream!"

Although he was lying down, Emlyn had no intention of sleeping, nor did he expect to fall asleep.

After all, sharing a room with other people and sleeping under their gaze is something not everyone can do.

But since it was a task given by Duke Olmer, he had no choice but to lie down, even if it was just to put on a show.

"I really don't know why Duke Olmer would give me such a task..."

Emlyn inwardly scoffed, preferring to undertake dangerous missions rather than indulge in daydreams under the public eye…

Just then, an old woman's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Yes, indeed.

"Who is speaking?"

Emlyn instantly became alert and instinctively opened his eyes.

But at some point, the once vibrant tomb and the grass-covered hall had disappeared.

Instead, a desolate wasteland has been created!

A massive, broken stone statue stood before me. As far as the eye could see, the land was ravaged, with countless dilapidated buildings scattered haphazardly across this barren landscape. The sky was filled with dark clouds, with only a faint glimmer of light appearing above the towering buildings in the distance, like dusk.

And the voices around him became clearer and clearer.

That's Lothric.

It is the hometown of generations of torchbearers, and also a place where wanderers converge.

Emlyn's gaze suddenly shifted downwards, zooming in from the distant landscape to the ravaged land.

One after another, hunched figures, carrying 'turtle shells' on their backs with chains, trudged across the desolate land amidst the swirling sandstorms.

Therefore, the pilgrims all headed north and learned the meaning of the prophecy.

The fire has died down, but the king is nowhere to be seen.

"Are these people pilgrims?"

Emlyn had this thought subconsciously, but before he could ponder the meaning of the phrase "the fire has died down, but the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen," the pilgrims, who were already struggling to move forward, slowed their pace more and more until they collapsed one by one and could no longer stand up. The scene then plunged into complete darkness, as if corresponding to that world where "the fire has died down."

But at that moment, rousing music suddenly rang in his ears, and the screen lit up again.

What appeared before him this time was a cemetery with dark and somber colors.

When the flame of inheritance is extinguished, the bells will toll throughout the surrounding area, awakening the ancient Lords of Cinder within their coffins.

[The Profound Saint—Eldridge.]

The Watchers of the Abyss—Farran's Undead Legion.

[And the lonely king of the city of sin—Yom the Giant.]

However, surely the kings will eventually relinquish their thrones.

[And the ashes, now without fire, will come in droves.]

That was a nameless, unearthable, cursed immortal.

But perhaps that's why the ashes crave the embers so much...

The scene shifted repeatedly, flashing past the Lords of Cinder rising from their graves, which Emlyn watched with great interest. He seemed to be watching an epic, or even experiencing some kind of history firsthand, feeling as if he were there!

Finally, the scene shifted, and everything went black again, creating an indescribable sense of tension, as if he were in a confined space.

Emlyn instinctively reached out to touch it, but quickly knocked it over.

He really does seem to be trapped in the coffin!

Emlyn felt a pang of panic and instinctively gritted his teeth to push away the coffin lid above his head.

I thought it would be very difficult, but the actual process was quite easy; the coffin lid opened almost with a push.

Emlyn straightened up from the sarcophagus, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings with utter bewilderment:

"So, am I dreaming?"

(End of this chapter)