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

Chapter 301 is all?

Grosser watched all this in silence, and after a long while, he stepped forward and picked up the extraordinary properties extracted from Milgongen.

Only a Sequence 5 like him couldn't live for three thousand years; he has only survived to this day thanks to "The Travels of Grosser".

While demigods have a much longer lifespan than ordinary people, most demigods do not live for more than three thousand years, even vampires, who are known for their long lifespans, are no exception.

The Death Path's 'Undead' and the Witch Path's 'Immortal Witch' might be possible, but Milgongen is a Giant Path, and even though he is a Sequence 3 demigod, it is impossible for him to live for 3000 years.

The reason he has been able to live to this day is undoubtedly due to some kind of secret technique in the realm of life, which bound his spirit to the living statues in the Giant King's court, granting him a long life, but also confining him to the vicinity of the Giant King's residence, unable to leave.

Grosser knew this secret technique because it was taught by the former "Goddess of Harvest," the Giant Queen Omibella. The animated statues were also the work of the Goddess of Harvest, originally intended for giants nearing the end of their lives.

All the guardians within the royal court knew of this secret technique, and they all swore to protect the giant's royal court with their lives. But it was clear that after the giant king's death, most of the guardians gave up using this secret technique to prolong their lives, preferring to die alongside their king.

So the giant statues that were originally used to prolong their lives are still "alive," while the former guardians of the giants have long since died, and their corpses have mutated into mindless monsters.

In contrast, Grosser was fortunate, at least he did not witness the killing of the Giant King.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't comprehend the despair the guardians felt at that time. As guardians, they could only watch helplessly as their king died before their eyes.

The rising flames engulfed Milgongen's body. Grosser glanced at the embers, then silently turned and left.

The design of the Giants' Court is extremely ingenious. The corridors, staircases and other structures are bathed in the light of dusk, and the towering palaces and magnificent towers are connected together, creating a grand and splendid atmosphere.

But precisely because of this, the internal structure of the Giants' Court is extremely complex.

Those unfamiliar with the area can easily get lost among the palaces and towers, unable to find their way.

But for Grosser, even though it was his first time home in thousands of years, he still remembered everything about the place vividly.

He walked through corridors, through arches and palaces, until Grosser finally entered an unusually empty hall. His footsteps echoed far away, never to return.

This is the Hall of Oaths.

All the giants who become guardians swear here to protect the Giants' Court with their lives.

Grosser was no exception.

Unlike the others, his duty was primarily to protect the decaying forest.

For some reason, the hall is now completely dark, without a single ray of light.

But fortunately.

Grosser always wore the Sunbug helmet on his head, its dazzling light piercing the darkness.

This allowed Grosser to see what the hall looked like now—

The walls around the hall are covered with countless murals, as are the floor and ceiling.

In the center of the hall, there was a dark red long table, surrounded by rows of high-backed chairs with intricate patterns.

Snapped!

Suddenly, clusters of light appeared, and whispers began to circulate around him.

Around the hall, on the stone pillars that stood but did not support the dome, crimson flames were lit one after another, illuminating the surroundings with an extraordinary brilliance.

The whispers grew louder, as if they had finally traveled through a long and distant time and space to reach their destination, making the hall as lively as if a party was being held.

Around the dark red long table, blurry and illusory figures suddenly rose up and sat on different high-backed chairs, eleven in total.

Grosser frowned as he looked at the dark red long table, his first noticeable feature being the figure closest to him. The figure wore a simple linen robe, had long silver hair, and whose features were indistinct, yet Grosser found the figure strangely familiar.

A moment later, as if struck by lightning, he 'recalled' its corresponding title:

"Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate!"

The angel who once appeared on the Golden Dream and took away "The Ascetic" Snowman!

Just then, the figure suddenly turned its head and looked at him.

A pair of indifferent eyes immediately filled Grosser's field of vision, and a series of transcendent and mysterious rings came into view.

Then, the figures gradually became clearer.

There was a handsome, sunny, and energetic man wearing a pure white robe and with short golden hair.

A towering giant, seven or eight meters tall, clad in full silver armor, with a ray of dawn light in his eyes, and wielding a long sword.

There was a young and handsome man wearing black armor splattered with blood. He had bright, fiery red hair.

There was also a man dressed in a long black robe, with shoulder-length dark curly hair and eyes that seemed to be shrouded in shadow...

Immediately afterwards, the murals on the walls came to life, rapidly expanding and merging with the hall, warming the long tables, chairs, and floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years, allowing the figures who had once secretly met here to transcend the barriers of time and be "resurrected" in their fixed positions, and letting some of their words from ancient times echo in Grosser's ears:

"...We are redeeming ourselves, and we are also maintaining the balance of this world..."

"...Division and alienation are undoubtedly the most fundamental aspects of order..."

"...That was also His idea..."

"...Undeniably, we all have our own dark thoughts and desires, but that's perfectly normal..."

"...Death and bloodshed are inevitable; we will take the name 'Redemption Rose'..."

Eleven figures sat on those high-backed chairs: two at the head, five on the left, and four on the right.

The five figures on the left are, in order: a graceful silver-haired man, a red-haired man sitting arrogantly, an old man wearing a hood that only reveals his mouth, wrinkles, and beard, a dignified middle-aged man in black armor, and a handsome man in a white robe.

"Ouro, the Angel of Fate..."

War Angel, Medici...

Cherubim, Herabergen...

The Angel of the Winds, Leodorus...

Pure White Angel, Ocycus…

On the right are four mummies wrapped in straps: a middle-aged man dressed in a dark black robe with facial features resembling those of a southern continent, a giant covered in silver full-body armor, and a plump, beautiful, dignified, and holy lady.

"Tolzner, the god of spirits..."

Salinger, the god of the dead...

God of War, Badhre...

The Mother Earth Goddess, Omi Bella..."

The two high-backed chairs at the very top were occupied by a man with black curly hair and shadowy eyes, and a woman shrouded in mist.

"Dark Angel, Sasriel..."

"Amanishes, the goddess of the night..."

The five on the left are all angel kings, and the four on the right are all powerful gods and angels of that time.

The two at the head of the table are the conveners of the "Redemption Rose," the most powerful god at the time, the most trusted left hand of the ancient sun god, the vice-ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, the leader of the King of Angels, and the dark angel Sasriel!

Grosser muttered to himself:

"So that's why you're loyal to him?"

The ancient sun god once killed the giant king Ormir, but Milgongen chose to pledge allegiance to the dark angel Sasriel.

Because the dark angel Sasriel was plotting against the ancient sun god, he contacted some of the most powerful angels and gods at the time, including even the eldest son and widow of the giant king.

For the ancient sun god, this was undoubtedly a betrayal.

But for Mirgungan, this was undoubtedly a revenge!

That's why he chose to pledge allegiance to Sasriel, and even willingly guarded Sasriel's sleeping palace, even though the palace once belonged to the Giant King Ormir, and even though the purpose of the "Redemption Rose" organization was not to avenge the Giant King.

But for Mirgongen, as long as the result is what he wants, he doesn't care how tortuous the process is.

Grosser suddenly felt a pang of shame.

Clearly, this is not betrayal.

Compared to him, who suddenly disappeared and then suddenly returned, Mirgungan was the one who remained steadfast in his loyalty!

Yu Jin looked at the figures that had "come to life" on the mural, his expression somewhat subtle:

"There is no young lady, nor Sister Friede."

"So what the priest said is true? They really came uninvited?"

If it were Sister Friede, she might indeed do such a thing, but the young lady is unlikely to go that far.

In Yu Jin's opinion, someone must have invited them.

After all, even if Sister Friede came uninvited, there must have been an inside agent from the 'Redemption Rose' passing on the message to them, otherwise they would not have known the exact time and place of the ancient sun god's fall.

As for who the inside man for this "Redemption Rose" was, Yu Jin had a vague guess in his mind.

One was Lilith, who was already the "Earth Mother Goddess" at the time, and the other was Amanisis, the "Goddess of Night." They were the only two people who could possibly have crossed paths with the young lady.

The former possesses the power of the First Flame, which was personally bestowed upon him by the Ember, and can use this to gain Sister Friede's trust.

As for the latter, Ember has always suspected that the other party is a resident of the painting world, or even one of the holders of the First Flame.

But for some reason, although the Goddess of Night and the Church of Night provided many conveniences for Ember, she herself never showed up.

Ember was also completely unfamiliar with the name Amanisis.

The only certainty is that the Goddess of the Night is a friend, not an enemy.

Ember's eyes flickered, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at Grosser, who had fallen silent beside him, asking:

"What are you thinking about?"

Grosser lowered his head, his eyes filled with confusion:

"I'm wondering if I did something wrong..."

Ember said calmly:

"You didn't do anything wrong, and neither did he."

"For him, death might be a relief."

Grosser remained silent for a long time, his gaze gradually shifting from confusion to determination, before he strode out of the hall with heavy steps.

Grosser solemnly stated:

"We should go open that door."

"Not going to look around anymore?"

Grosser looked to the other side of the hall, where the path led to the Decaying Forest, passing by the dwellings of the Guardians. Grosser had once lived there with his companions.

He longed to go back and see, even though he knew his old friends were all long gone, but perhaps some of their belongings and traces of his past life remained there.

but now……

"No."

Grosser withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice:

"Right now, all I want to do is open that door and ask Him some questions myself."

The two retraced their steps, traversing corridors and staircases until they reached the main hall outside the Giant King's residence.

Follow the balustrade made of stone pillars to the front of the tallest and most magnificent building inside.

The twilight there was almost tangible, covering the palace's surface and bringing a strong sense of decay, as if everything in the world was about to come to an end.

The palace is flanked by a spire on one side and a round tower on the other. The main entrance is painted in a gray-blue color and is covered with symmetrical and mysterious symbols. The overall height of the palace is well over ten meters.

On the left side of the door, three or four meters high, there is a dark hole, about the size of an adult's fist.

Grosser looked at the keyhole, which was level with his head, scratched his head, and said:

"I'll do it."

Ember did not refuse. He flipped his hand, and a huge black iron key appeared in his palm.

Grosser took the lyre-like black iron key and brought it to the deep hole in front of him.

They fit together so perfectly that there wasn't a single gap.

As the giant black iron key sank into the deep hole, it hit the bottom with a soft thud.

It suddenly became soft, as if it had merged with the hole, and emitted rays of gray-blue light.

The various symbols, logos, and patterns on the double doors lit up and became prominent.

All this radiance quickly intertwined, pressing heavily inward, causing the gray-blue palace's main gate to slowly open.

The crack in the door widened, and suddenly a surging, dark, viscous, and illusory ocean appeared in their eyes.

The moment the door was opened, the dark, viscous ocean surged out, as if it would completely engulf everything outside!

However, before that, Ember had already foreseen the danger lurking inside the door.

In the palm of his left hand was a clump of burning embers—

[Residue from a warm bed]

[The dregs of a breeding ground for demons.]

It can throw chaotic flames that can burn everything around it.

Demons born of fire,

Living amidst the smoke, they gradually marched towards their demise.

This is also the current state of affairs between fire and people.

boom!

The remnants of chaos flew into the doorway, heading upstream against the viscous, deep, and pitch-black ocean.

But compared to that seemingly boundless ocean, a single speck of dust is far too insignificant.

Almost instantly, the piece of debris was swallowed by the ocean and disappeared without a trace.

Not even a splash was made.

But just as the ocean was about to burst through the gate, a glimmer of light emerged from the dark sea.

Flames, raging flames, all-consuming flames rapidly expanded, forming an insurmountable wall that completely 'evaporated' the surging, dark ocean. But the evaporated ocean did not extinguish the flames; instead, it fueled their even more intense burning!

(End of this chapter)