Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Even if nothing is left, he will still burn brightly!

“You’re fucking insane.” Perhaps guessing what Kiri was going to do, Ryan cursed, “Just like your brother, you’re mentally unstable, you idiot.”

Kiri strode forward, heading deeper into the town of Drysickness.

He will reclaim the vow he abandoned thirty years ago.

Everything he passed through—the decaying, dilapidated houses, the withered fields, the sick and dying villagers—was ignited, all swept into the flames, the magnificent, warm, inextinguishable fire.

He continued to burn, continued to move forward, continued to burn.

Since the princess has given him the curse of eternal withering, then let him be the catalyst, and with the curse of regeneration, let him be ignited into the blessing of blazing fire, and burn her entire kingdom to the ground!

He is like an approaching wildfire, sweeping towards the princess's throne!

In Ryan's eyes, and in the eyes of all the players, Kiri's title has changed.

He didn't fall into the slumber boss like in the original timeline, nor did he become "Slumber Reborn" Kiri Blair.

But -

"The blazing fire burns eternally"

Kierty Blair

Straw, burn this withered world to ashes.

Chapter 70 Charging into the Fire

out of control.

Ryan frowned. As Kiri stepped into the restricted area of ​​Blighttown, the situation was racing forward like a runaway horse, and no one knew where it would end.

His plans also spiraled out of control.

If Kiri abandons its withered form as a monster boss, the players will no longer face a life-or-death crisis, and there will be no point in running away.

But now that we've entered the most dangerous town of Blight, we're bound to find an opportunity.

Let's just follow Kiri and see how things go.

Ryan pondered, wondering how long Kiri Bryan's soul could sustain his burning passion.

How much longer can it burn?

Ryan doesn't know the answer, the players don't know, and Kiri himself doesn't know either.

He will only keep going forward until there is not even ashes left.

As he stepped into the forbidden zone, the entire town of Blighttown was alarmed.

The village of Kubing was sealed off thirty years ago, while Kubing Town was sealed off a century ago. Therefore, compared to the villagers in the middle stage, the residents of Kubing Town were all infected more than a century ago, and they were all genuine late-stage cases.

Simply put, the villagers with the disease are probably level 10, while the townspeople are level 15.

The vast majority of the townspeople have lost their human form and are more like true vegetative state patients.

The withered plants completely penetrated their bodies, making it impossible to distinguish their limbs; they were just clumps of wriggling roots.

There are even elite monsters.

The roots of several townspeople intertwined, blood and flesh fused together, skin stitched together, plants coexisting, hand in hand, they merged into a withered tree spanning half the street, the twisted shell becoming the branches, and the branches bearing abundant fruit.

Those fruits are heads, one after another.

There were women, children, and men... The heads were still alive, displaying all sorts of expressions: crying, despair, a grim smile, and relief. They kept repeating the words they had spoken in life.

A dozen or so sentences overlapped, making it too difficult to hear clearly.

"Mom...I'm scared...."

"Hold Mommy tight, you won't be scared if you hold Mommy tight. Mommy will protect you."

"Holding my hand... my wife."

"Our family will always be together."

【Blight Chimera】

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[The father protects the mother, and the mother protects the child; this cooperative relationship is an emotion that has continued to this day. However, this emotion has withered and turned into an eternal curse, causing them to entangle and torment each other.]

If this family had scattered in the face of disaster, they wouldn't have merged into this twisted monster.

This is the "withering disease".

Kiri thought to himself that all those who try to defy their fate of withering will meet the most tragic end.

Thus, all that is beautiful in humankind is desecrated by withering.

The world is afflicted with a disease called withering.

Light it up.

His throat had long been burned dry, so Kiri couldn't speak, but he thought to himself.

He reached out to the withered chimera, whose hanging head screamed at the same time, and a dozen sharp thorns shot out, piercing Kiri's chest and severing his head, but the chimera still did not move.

Compared to the agony of having one's soul burned, this pain is insignificant.

Kiri grasped the tightly clasped hands of the family, and the warm, bright flames flowed downstream.

Holding hands, the entanglement will only lead to a withering curse. But holding hands, too, will pass on a warm, radiant flame.

Light it up.

The flame was passed from hand to hand, from father to mother, from mother to child, and they fell into the fire in their embrace, turning to ashes.

This was not Kiri's destination. He had not yet met the Sick Princess, and his flame would not be extinguished here, so he continued onward.

"The evening breeze gently caresses the rice seedlings, and the rice ears shimmer with golden light in the distance."

Kiri couldn't speak, but he hummed a song in his mind.

He passed by more townspeople suffering from the disease, more intertwined chimeras, more twisted and more bizarre beings. He shared his flames with them and continued onward, humming a song in his heart.

"Frogs croak softly by the fields, and the fragrance of rice blossoms wafts gently."

How many times is this?

Kiri couldn't tell how many times his body had been burned. He couldn't even count how many times—hundreds, thousands, or even more?

Each time it is completely burned, the withered disease will use its soul to repair its body.

The soul is the oil, the body is the lamp, and Kiri only knows that his lamp has run out of oil.

"The crescent moon hangs in the sky, accompanying the rice fields into dreams."

This is a lullaby, and also a requiem.

Continuing deeper into the town, they reached the center and saw the ruins of the battlefield and the soldiers. Kiri recognized them, every single one of them.

Sir Grisha was the eldest and the vice-master of the Knights. He was an old knight who had fought alongside his father.

The Norman Knight was three years older than Kiri, liked to bully him, and was skilled with a short sword;

Angni Blair is Kiri's uncle, and he learned swordsmanship from him... There's also Uncle Jack, who's in charge of cooking and logistics; Kiri loves his potato stew.

Including Kiri and Simon, there are ten people in total, and this is the Straw Knights.

Kiri was the youngest member of the Straw Knights.

Thirty years ago, Kiri abandoned them and ran away.

And now he is a year older than the oldest, Sir Grisha.

Thirty years ago, in order to assassinate the Princess of the Blight and stop the Blight curse from spreading, the Straw Knights ventured deep into the heart of Blighttown. Apart from Kiri, none of the Straw Knights survived.

The soul of the Withered Knight was completely bound within his withered body, forever wandering the battlefield.

Thirty long years had caused the knights' armor to rot and break down.

The withered plant penetrated the emaciated body, its skin withered like tree bark, and the knights' faces were also covered with spores and roots.

The knights all withered and turned into monsters.

Nevertheless, the withered body did not forget the knight's mission.

Kill the enemy, kill the enemy, kill the enemy.

The straw knights drew their decaying swords, moved their withered feet, and roared and howled.

After all the patients with the disease became mere walking corpses, their murmured whispers were all different; they were all their last words before death.

They might beg for mercy, curse angrily, worry about their wives and children's food, miss their family members' names, or simply scream in despair and cry miserably.

But all the straw knights, the words uttered from their decaying lips, are the same for everyone.

Not a single word is missing, not a single phrase is added.

"The night is dark and devoid of light, withered trees and decaying stumps."

"This straw body of mine, I will ignite it."

All sworn paladins take an oath, and this is the oath of the Straw Knights. Kiri's last oath is also the oath of the Straw Knights.

Ryan once commented that the oath sounded pretty cool.

He is indeed quite handsome.

Ryan could imagine that these people had been fighting a bloody battle for the past thirty years to cover the evacuation of Kiri and the villagers.

They chanted the oath of the straw knights, holding fast to their hearts, concentrating their will, and striving not to be robbed of their bodies by the curse of decay. Their magic was completely exhausted, not even the magic for self-immolation remained. They chanted the oath until their whole bodies withered away.

Therefore, their vows were their last words.

Even if they have withered for thirty years, even if they have lingered for thirty years, even if their bodies have withered, they still sing, with the sorrow, the anger, and the passion of their lives, they continue to sing.

"The night is dark and devoid of light, withered trees and decaying stumps."

"This straw body of mine, I will ignite it."

They were grieving, angry, and passionate.

With withered vocal cords, they roared out their shared vow.

"The straw knight never withers."

The withered knights drew their decaying swords and charged toward the grand and fiery twilight, to keep a vow that had lasted for thirty years. They charged toward Kiri—towards that equally grand and fiery blaze.

Only by transforming into fire can the life of straw be worthy of its destiny!

Light it up!

Kiri opened his arms. He couldn't speak, nor did he need words at that moment. He shouted with his soul, speaking through fire!

Straws!!

Chapter 71 Ryan Lumin's Sword

No words are needed.

Driven by instinct, the Straw Knights charged toward the fire.

The only option is to charge into the fire.

The straw will not wither; it is the remains of golden wheat ears after they have been threshed.

Leading the charge was the deputy commander, Sir Grisha.

Kiri still remembered what Sir Grisha used to look like: a very dignified and serious uncle. He used to scold him a lot when he was a child. He was tall and imposing, like a small mountain in front of him. But now he was skin and bones, like a stalk of straw shrinking in the wind.

But he was always at the forefront, both before and after he withered.

Kiri continued walking forward, and began humming "Rice Flower Lullaby" in his mind again.

Before Grisha could even charge towards Kiri, the withered vines on his body were ignited by the intense heat.

The blazing fire had reached its peak, and the air within ten meters of Kiri was distorted by the high temperature, revealing a faint bright yellow hue.

The flames danced across Grisha's body, first his skin, then his bones, then his internal organs, continuing to charge towards the fire. In the end, all that crashed against Kiri was ashes and wind.

It was as light as a hug.