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

Chapter 395 A loving father and a filial daughter

Bernadette gazed at the mausoleum, her deep blue eyes, like the sea, suddenly becoming extremely dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm.

Knowing that her father had been contaminated, she couldn't possibly open the mausoleum door recklessly without any preparation.

She needs to peer into the river of fate and foresee what will happen next—

The Sequence 3 of the Hermit pathway is the Prophet, and just like the name of the potion, those of this sequence possess extremely powerful prophetic abilities. Bernadette, who has now advanced to Sequence 2, the Sage, has also been able to further enhance her prophetic abilities.

To some extent, she can indeed make prophecies about powers at the level of "gods".

Without a sound, she "saw" a scene:

The majestic, dark mausoleum began to shake noticeably, and its heavy, towering stone gates swung open.

Then, a huge, pitch-black arm stretched out from the stone door.

The arm was about the size of the trees on the island, and in terms of color and condition, it looked more like part of a shadow. But it wasn't a thin layer; instead, it was filled with flesh and blood, making it look extremely strange.

It braced itself on its elbows and moved forward with difficulty, as if trying to pull out the larger and more terrifying part that followed.

boom!

The Eye of Secrets shattered suddenly!

As if she had suffered an unbearable injury, Bernadette closed her eyes in pain, silently resisting the unknown pollution.

Perhaps it was because of her prophecy that the island became aware of the invasion of outsiders and launched a fierce resistance against it.

Simply put, the island has come to life.

Those enormous, dark green, almost black trees swung their branches and pulled out their roots one after another, and then, like humans, moved closer to the mausoleum!

The entire primeval forest has come back to life!

The dense, towering trees, almost obscuring the sky, surged in like a tide.

In that resurrected 'forest,' a giant red dragon with flames flowing over its skin swiftly soared into the sky, while eight-legged demon wolves began to run wildly among the trees...

All the extraordinary and mutated creatures on the island became restless and headed towards the mausoleum.

They are like the island's "immune cells," rushing to clear out foreign pathogens that have invaded the island.

"careful……"

Realizing she had made a grave mistake, Bernadette hurriedly spoke up to remind her, forcing herself to open her eyes despite the discomfort, tears of blood streaming down her face.

But the 'lush' forest had already reached them, its shadows completely blocking out the sunlight, as if the whole world was filled with darkness, like a tide rushing onto the shore threatening to engulf them.

And in that darkness, whispers followed closely, overwhelming everything.

The whispers of darkness sounded like a mother's earnest teachings, telling them how precious life is.

An almost irrepressible thought arose in Bernadette's mind—that the conception of life represents the rebirth of hope.

In the past hundred years of her life, there has never been a moment when she longed for the most primal mating and reproduction as she does now.

Those invisible whispers, even without her realizing it, corrupted her, an angel!

Bernadette was in unbearable pain and tried to transform into the purest informational creature, using her mythical creature form to escape the pollution of whispers, get rid of the intense urge to mate, and get rid of the life growing within her.

Just then, she heard the bell.

Ring ring!

The crisp ringing of the bell dispelled the whispers, restoring peace to Bernadette's thoughts, which had been clouded by corruption and whose reason was not even clear.

She instinctively looked in the direction from which the bell was coming, trying to get closer and completely rid herself of the effects of the pollution.

Then she saw the embers.

He held a bell in his hand, and the melodious sound of the bell helped Bernadette resist the corruption of the whispers, and a light also shone forth!

Ring ring!

Amidst the melodious ringing of bells, the light rapidly expanded and spread outwards, enveloping the embers and Bernadette, followed by the menacing forest, the whispers within, the rushing supernatural creatures, and the mausoleum nestled within the mountain.

Ultimately, the entire island was enveloped in light.

Bernadette tried to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

The world was completely silent; everything under the white light was clearly visible.

She could clearly observe everything around her; the withered branches almost reached her face. Yet they remained there, motionless, as if frozen in time. At that moment, it seemed as if even time itself had stopped.

Her world was reduced to a brilliant gray-white, neither beautiful nor sacred, but dazzling enough!

Whew!

The wind howled past, as if something followed the light and expanded across the entire island, and then...

boom!

In the brilliant light, the shockwave swept everything away.

Bernadette could see the withered branches in front of her being swallowed up by the "invisible," then crushed and destroyed, slowly disappearing into the air. Next came the "tree people" connected by the withered branches, then the entire forest, then the red dragons soaring in the sky, and the demonic wolves running through the jungle. Everything was enveloped and annihilated by it.

Snapped!

The light quickly explored inwards before returning to the embers' hand, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

However, when Bernadette looked around, all she could see was flat but utterly desolate land.

The ground was bare; there wasn't a single weed, let alone a forest.

It seemed that nothing, except themselves, could be higher than the soles of their shoes.

Bernadette glanced instinctively at the mausoleum, seemingly worried that it might also be damaged.

But when she looked up, the mausoleum still stood not far away.

However, the mountain that originally enveloped the mausoleum has now disappeared, seemingly annihilated along with it in the shockwave.

Embers, Bernadette, mausoleum.

Apart from the barren land beneath their feet, they were the only things left on this island.

Bernadette looked at the young man beside her, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she fell silent.

Yu Jin put away the Holy Bell of You'er Xika and walked slowly toward the mausoleum.

Bernadette followed behind him, watching him approach the stone gate of the mausoleum step by step, placing her hands on the two heavy stone doors.

Bernadette whispered a reminder:

"There's something behind the door; it's related to the pollution we just experienced."

For Bernadette, the "creature" that the prophecy foretold to emerge from the mausoleum posed a deadly threat, so she instinctively resisted the idea of ​​directly opening the stone door.

But for Ember, this might not even be considered trouble.

So Bernadette didn't try to stop her, but only offered a word of advice.

Rumble!

With a heavy thud, the stone door of the Black Emperor's mausoleum was slowly pushed open, revealing a narrow gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Through the crack, Bernadette saw the interior of the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum.

The sunlight filtering through the gaps was enough to illuminate a corner of the mausoleum, but it failed to illuminate anything in reality.

The interior of the mausoleum remained completely dark, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Bernadette frowned slightly; she saw nothing, and nothing came out.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of the water rippling – the seawater surging in from all sides after the island was leveled.

Yu Jin seemed completely unsuspecting as he stepped into the mausoleum.

Bernadette hesitated for a moment, then followed.

But the moment they entered the mausoleum, a shadow suddenly darted out from the shadows inside the door and enveloped the embers in the blink of an eye!

The shadow, as if it had a life of its own, expanded into a phantom humanoid shape and lunged at the embers, attempting to grant him a new life as a mother.

Bernadette reacted swiftly, the endless stream of information surging like waves towards the shadows, attempting to trap them inside the door.

Because her prophecy already contained a similar scenario.

Although for some reason it wasn't the dark arm that appeared, but this shadow in front of me.

But they are essentially the same!

But just when Bernadette was about to succeed, suddenly...

Her body was completely immobilized, as if she were firmly bound to the spot by invisible shackles.

Immediately afterwards, pairs of illusory and sacred white wings naturally unfolded behind her, as if passively resisting something.

The next second, one by one, white feathers fell from the pairs of angel wings, growing into deformed, thin shapes in mid-air.

Its furry limbs, with the gaps created by the overlapping feathers opening one after another, seemed to become countless eyes.

The deformed feathers then emitted a crisp laugh, the 'clucking' sound echoing in her ears.

They all came back to life and became miniature 'feathered people'.

This reminded Bernadette of some fairy tales her father had told her, in which tiny elves, no bigger than a thumb, would always appear.

In a flash, Bernadette felt her right eye begin to itch.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly, turning into tiny arms that stretched up her face, trying to pull the eyeball out.

"I see it! I see it!" Bernadette's right eye veins bulged, and she uttered a childlike, cheerful voice on her own, as if she had gained her own intelligence and consciousness.

Almost simultaneously, Bernadette's left ear drooped down abruptly, covering her ear canal.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" the ear shouted in a slightly shrill voice.

If one doesn't use their spiritual perception, Bernadette would definitely think there's a little girl next to her, screaming and stomping her feet.

Without giving her any time to recover, every cell and every hair in her body began to scream, wailing to break free of her body and receive a new life bestowed by the gods.

"We are all independent beings, why should we depend on you?" Her hair roared.

"We have been reborn, we want to be independent!" Her insides roared.

"Let me out! Let me out!" It felt as if countless insects were wriggling under her skin.

Her whole being came "alive".

This is what it means to be a new student!

In this state, Bernadette was already struggling enough just to fight against her "alive" body.

Even so, she was still distracted by observing the embers beside her.

He was closer to the shadows, and theoretically, he was affected by the "new life" far more severely than Bernadette.

In reality, Bernadette did not see any signs of mutation in him.

A distorted shadow enveloped the embers, attempting to seep more into their body. Even Bernadette could sense the shadow's 'anxiety,' its eagerness to bring the embers 'back to life.'

No matter how much the shadows seeped in, the embers remained unmoved and completely unaffected.

He simply raised his hand calmly and gripped the shadow's neck.

"newborn?"

Ember shook his head with some regret:

"It's somewhat useful, but not much."

The Fallen Mother Goddess is an Outer God, but ultimately she is only an Outer God.

He possesses power far exceeding that of Sequence 0, but due to the existence of the barrier, the power that can penetrate into this world is ultimately limited.

Just like the power projected onto this island, it can barely reach the level of Sequence 1, but unless the barrier is further weakened, this direct power projection can only reach this level at most.

For Bernadette, who was only Sequence 2, if she came alone, it would be almost certain that she would be corrupted by the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Fortunately, Bernadette wasn't the only one who came.

There are still embers, and there is the "Fool".

Ember hoped that the Fallen Mother Goddess could give him a new life, which was almost the best solution at the moment—to completely separate the other him from the new life, instead of them interfering with each other as they were now.

Snapped!

The shadow was carelessly tossed aside, and it struggled to stand up, ignoring the flames burning on its body.

Ahhhhh~!

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the shadow became increasingly distorted. He, who had just stood up, collapsed to the ground in agony with a twisted scream, like a victim struggling to survive in a sea of ​​fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bernadette once again transformed into the purest form of information-flowing being.

The "activated" parts that represent "new life" were stripped from her body, restoring her body to its pure state.

When she regains her human nature, the stripped-off "information" also changes.

There were eyelashes that had mutated into arms, and there were also clumps of flesh and blood that were constantly wriggling and growing eyes and limbs.

But she still couldn't move; her body remained suppressed by the 'rules'.

She looked up at Yu Jin, who remained unaffected and was walking step by step into the mausoleum.

Without much hesitation, a spirit flew out from behind Bernadette, took out a ritual silver dagger from her clothing pocket, shortened her boots, tore her trouser legs, cut off her coat and shirt, and plucked the feathers from her tricorn hat.

As she completed this series of movements, her body regained its freedom and was no longer restrained.

Bernadette lowered her eyes slightly; she was not pleased by this.

This is obvious.

This is Roselle's mausoleum, containing two distinct powers—the rebirth of the "Outer Gods" and the rules that belong to Roselle.

And this also means that Russell, her father, is really here.

She didn't look at the shadow scorched by the flames, and quickly followed Ember's steps.

Without needing to use any 'peeping' abilities, everything here was clearly presented before her eyes:

The interior of the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum was completely empty, with nothing but dark walls and a central platform.

On the high platform, there was a chair that seemed to be prepared for giants. It was made of iron and its surface was engraved with intricate and twisted strange patterns. The top of the backrest extended upwards in the shape of a crown.

At this moment, there was no one on this heavy and enormous chair; it seemed to be waiting for its emperor to return.

"Why is it empty?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Bernadette's eyes. The 'rules' that existed here clearly told her that the master of the throne was here, that the 'Black Emperor' was here, but why was the seat empty?

(End of this chapter)