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

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Medici repeated it, staring intently at Ember.

He didn't think Ember would be so bored as to say these things simply to provoke him.

He clearly had control of this body and was fully capable of killing them, but they didn't.

Instead, it uses exclamations of surprise and mockery to meticulously reveal the changes in his mindset over the past thousand years—

This is something that even his two mortal enemies, with whom he had been intertwined for over a thousand years, could not do.

The only thing that could give Medici a sense of relief was that there weren't many outsiders here.

It's embarrassing, but not completely embarrassing.

These people already knew him inside and out, so exposing him now wouldn't be too embarrassing.

At least Sauron and Einhorn were sensible enough not to mock him at this time. This was certainly not because they had a change of heart, but simply because they were now one of the three.

And the embers.

Medici found that he couldn't understand Ember at all.

Whether it was their first meeting thousands of years ago or their inopportune reunion at Charnis Gate, both seemed shrouded in a fog, making Medici wary.

After all, even the Lord was extremely wary of him, which was enough to demonstrate how terrifying this person was.

What puzzled Medici the most was why such a person had never left a trace in the past thousands of years.

The opposing force suddenly appeared at the end of the Second Age, and while they were still weak, they conspired with the Lord in the Silver Kingdom in ways unknown to them. This means that the opposing force's status at that time was already equivalent to that of the Lord.

But this person suddenly disappeared after that.

Medici never saw him again, nor the blonde girl who had been with him.

On the contrary, the unassuming boy named Alan Hermes, who hated being called Ellen, learned a great deal from the Lord. Although he didn't become the Lord's King of Angels like her, he was still among the strongest angels under the King of Angels.

Moreover, the Hermes script created by the other side laid the foundation for the comprehensive rise of humankind...

Logically speaking...

Of all the events that have occurred over the millennia, the one involving the Silver Kingdom had the least impact—

Although Medici still doesn't know exactly what happened that time.

But one thing is certain: what happened in the Silver Kingdom is absolutely not among the major events that have occurred over thousands of years.

Whether it was the betrayal of Leodorus and his companions, the collaboration between the Lord and the Black Emperor Solomon to establish the Solomon Empire, or the betrayal of the Black Emperor by Tudor and Trunsost, and the War of the Four Emperors and the War of the Oath that occurred after his death...

Any single event, taken out of context, involves more than one, or even two, deities.

Compared to this, the mistakes the ancient sun god made in his youth seem insignificant.

But the embers completely disappeared over the past few thousand years, as if they had never existed.

Medici had tried to trace his existence, but quickly gave up. The present was far more important to him than someone who left only a fleeting impression.

But now, the reappearance of the embers has caused Medici to instantly change his previous views—

This person is definitely not some insignificant nobody!

Their disappearance over the past few thousand years may have been part of the other side's plan!

Just like his sudden appearance now.

In that brief moment, countless guesses flashed through Medici's mind.

However, Ember simply gazed at him calmly and said briefly:

"Let's cooperate."

"cooperate?"

Medici narrowed his eyes. "You've been preparing for this for so long, even mockingly recounting his life story, and yet you just casually offer a suggestion of cooperation?"

"I refuse!"

Medici sneered, silently refusing in his heart, but his face remained impassive as he scoffed:

"How do you want to cooperate? By giving me the body of the Heavenly Mother?"

Ember asked in return:

Do you think this is realistic?

"It's unrealistic," Medici said frankly.

That's obviously unrealistic. What homeowner would catch a thief breaking into their safe, not only not call the police, but also hand over the cash from the safe to the thief and even politely see the thief off?

Isn't this just incredibly rare?

Ember patted Medici on the shoulder:

"Then let's talk about something practical."

Medici felt he understood the other person's subtext and asked cooperatively:

"So what do you want?"

"The answer isn't what I want, but what you have."

Medici frowned, even more confused by these words.

What could he possibly have?

He's a king's soul that died a thousand years ago, and even his body was given to him by others. What could he possibly have to give you?

Even though he was once the King of Angels, he was utterly insignificant compared to the true God.

What Medici was most proud of was his loyalty.

Does the other party want him to pledge allegiance?

This is impossible!

Moreover, even if he were to offer his loyalty, the other party might not accept it.

Medici was certain that if he were to break his sword, kneel down, and shout "I pledge my allegiance to you" like an ancient knight, the other party would not accept it and would instead mock him again.

As a former "schemer," Medici has never hesitated to assume the worst about others!

In conclusion, Medici quickly came up with the answer—

The other party was not asking about him, but about the true creator behind him!

Medici remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"I cannot make any promises on behalf of the Lord."

"It's okay."

Ember seemed to have expected this, and smiled, saying:

"I never intended for you to make the decision. You just need to go back and convey a message to the true Creator."

"What message should I convey?"

Medici pressed him for an explanation, as he didn't want to die without knowing why.

Ember said slowly:

"Just tell him that I want to meet him."

After a pause, Ember continued:

"Yes, meeting in person shows more sincerity."

"Sincerity..."

Medici's eye twitched, and he said cautiously:

"I can pray to the Lord on your behalf, which will also serve the purpose of communication, with at most a delay of a few seconds."

"You should know my loyalty to the Lord, and this kind of communication can be foolproof."

Although he didn't know why the other party, as the number one henchman of the Goddess of the Night, wanted to communicate with the Lord, Medici instinctively suspected that the other party had ill intentions and that meeting with the Lord might be for the purpose of assassinating the Lord!

He then added:

"You know that the Lord is sealed in the land forsaken by the gods, and He cannot appear in the Northern Continent."

Ember was not surprised by this and calmly said:

"It's alright, to show my sincerity, I will go to see him in person."

"..."

Medici remained silent, feeling that the Lord probably wouldn't want to accept this "well-intentioned" sincerity.

After a long silence, Medici finally spoke:

"I will pass it on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Medici felt himself regain control of his body, and the stiffness that had been there vanished without a trace.

Medici asked cautiously:

"Can I leave now?"

"Please go ahead."

Ember gestured for him to do whatever he wanted.

Medici resisted the suicidal urge to grab the black notebook and turned to leave.

He left the room containing the Antigonus family notes and exited the second basement level under the watchful eyes of the internal guards, without being thwarted in any way.

He remained there until he returned to the underground level, back to where Charnis Gate was.

He was just about to leave when suddenly a figure appeared before him—

A figure wearing a hood and a classic robe stood there.

She was beautiful but expressionless, her dark eyes deep but lacking in spirit! Her deep pupils seemed to conceal a pure, lightless darkness!

"Mother of Heaven!"

The other person's name immediately popped into Medici's mind—

That was the Mother of Heaven, the daughter of the ancient god Fregra, the only surviving descendant of the Destroyer Wolf, and the reason he came here!

As one of the most important seals of the Church of St. Samuel, the location of the "Mother of Heaven" has always been a mystery.

Even though Medici had discovered that the body was in Backlund, he didn't know exactly where.

I originally intended to explore this place at my own pace, but I ended up being drawn to that notebook.

Just as he was about to pick it up and take a look, Yu Jin caught him red-handed.

Just as he was about to give up on the mission and leave, the "Mother of Heaven" came knocking on his door!

What is this?

Medici looked stunned.

But the woman in front of him suddenly reached out her hand, and in that instant, Medici's body trembled strangely and froze on the spot.

He saw his left hand disappear centimeter by centimeter, and the process spread rapidly upwards, becoming unstoppable.

His status was that of an angel, but his body was only that of a demigod, which made him completely powerless to withstand the attack of an angel!

"Ouroboros, save me..."

Medici's pupils constricted sharply as he screamed for help, but received no response.

His voice stopped abruptly, and his entire being was like a sketch that had been quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.

The candles hanging on the wall flickered a few times, then quickly returned to normal.

Darkness is the dominant color here.

The woman's figure vanished silently, as if she had never been there at all.

But the door behind her opened silently, and a figure passed through the crack without alerting anyone, just as He had come.

Snapped!

The door closed again, and everything returned to calm.

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"Urelius, you've betrayed me again..."

Before his thoughts could even begin to wander, Medici was plunged into complete darkness, losing all consciousness as if he had entered the deepest, most dreamless slumber.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the darkness, devoid of light and sound, suddenly began to tremble. He vaguely and in a daze began to feel something, as if a cold wind was blowing on him.

As his thoughts gradually began to solidify, Medici slowly opened his eyes.

Above was a mist, within which the crimson moon hid, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Gradually, he sensed his body and heard his heart pounding.

Snapped!

Medici regained control of his body immediately and abruptly stood up.

He removed the helmet adorned with two horns from his head, and as he walked, the soft clattering sound of the armor seams filled the air.

He squinted slightly as he surveyed his surroundings to confirm his location.

All around was a thick fog and a deep, cold night, and not far away, there was a small town.

The most striking building in the town is a very old-style pointed church, entirely black, without a bell tower, with one black crow after another circling and hovering at its top.

Scattered around the church are many buildings, including ordinary two-story houses, simple wooden huts, and bakeries with signs hanging above them.

There was a gray mill powered by a waterwheel, but there was no pedestrian; they seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep in the quiet and peaceful night.

"Tsk."

Medici's expression darkened, and before he could speak, a bloody gash suddenly split open on his left cheek, accompanied by a sound:

"This is a trap. You're still as stubborn as ever, aren't you?"

"Shut up."

Medici impatiently slapped himself and said calmly:

"This was all part of my plan."

"Are you kidding me?"

A gruesome, bloody gash appeared on his right cheek, and he sneered:

"Who was just now, desperately begging for help from someone they used to despise the most?"

Snapped!

Medici slapped himself again. Don't you know the saying, "Don't insult someone by pointing out their weaknesses"? What an ill-mannered person!

He pressed both hands tightly against his face, covering his two mouths that had opened on their own.

But this obviously couldn't stop them.

A muffled sound came from under the palm:

"Are you an idiot?"

Another voice mocked mercilessly:

"When did you start to believe he wasn't an idiot?"

Medici ignored them and simply squinted at his surroundings.

He knew something about that "Misty Town"; it was a partial manifestation of the power of "Night".

It can be said that some of the characteristics here correspond to the divine kingdom of the goddess of night.

In a way, you could even say this is a smaller version of the Dark Kingdom, only much more dangerous.

If the Dark Kingdom is a paradise bestowed upon its faithful followers by the goddess of night, then this place is hell.

Even for an angel, this place is equally dangerous.

Thanks to the secrecy of the "night," everything that happens here remains unobservable to the outside world.

No one will know what happened here, not even the gods.

The same reason.

Anyone's prayers here will be kept "secret" and cannot be heard from outside.

It's safe to say that once you're trapped here, you're basically just waiting to die.

However, this applies to the average person.

Medici was pondering deeper questions—

The goddess of night did not kill him, but sent him here.

Does this mean that the other party wants to use her to achieve something?

So here's the question: why would the other party ask him for help instead of Ember?

Is it because there is some kind of hidden danger here?

Or are there some secrets that the embers cannot know?

Medici chuckled softly and strode without hesitation toward the eerie town shrouded in mist.

Inside the town, many houses still had their doors open, seemingly welcoming guests from afar. Medici noticed half-eaten white bread, glasses of red wine, and scattered silver cutlery on the tables inside…

It looks like someone is having dinner, but no one is there; the owners of those different houses seem to have vanished from life.

Medici didn't stop, heading straight for the towering church.