Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 347 Black Face and Horns

After talking about the bonfire, the chair under the hall master turned and faced the extremely dim doors on the other side.

"As for the doors with burn marks on their entrances, they lead to areas where fire is most likely to exist."

"But be careful, most of them are extremely dangerous, and without a strong enough flame, they usually end up being extinguished."

"If you can't push the door open, it means you are not qualified to enter the corresponding area."

"If you are not strong enough, it is best to focus on the three gray doors. They will randomly select an area based on your current fire strength. It is a good choice to temper yourself inside."

"Well, I think we can end this conversation now."

"If you have any important questions, you can find me behind that door."

After the Palace Master finished speaking calmly, he planned to leave.

However, Claymore called out to him without hesitation.

"Palace Master, I still have some questions."

"Go ahead."

After getting the other party's approval, Claymore took a deep breath, and then asked seriously: "I want to know, who are we fighting for?"

"Fighting for whom?"

After hearing what Claymore said, the hall master's voice seemed to be a little dumbly amused, but his body did not show any expression or movement.

"Firewood gatherers, you never serve anyone, nor do you fight for anyone. You fight for yourself and for your own vision. This is why you are here."

"Do not worry."

"The bonfire does not require you to believe in any god like the believers of the past... If you can find a way to light the fire and rekindle the world, then I will respectfully call you 'Lord' at that time..."

There was something meaningful in the Palace Master's words, as if he was hiding something and had no intention of telling Claymore.

After hearing this, Claymore was slightly stunned.

But he soon asked another question.

"Palace Master, I want to know another question."

"Are most firewood collectors just 'consumables'?"

Claymore's eyes were firm, and he was not afraid that his question would anger the other party.

In this regard.

The hall master was rarely silent.

It was not until a moment later that he slowly spoke.

"...You are a clever warrior."

"But if that's the case, then we should know clearly that there is no perfect fairy tale in the world. Every battle is accompanied by rivers of blood and sacrifices and corpses scattered all over the ground."

"For the firewood collectors, this is an unprecedented war."

“Don’t spend too much time mourning and grieving for the dead, because the next person lying dead on the ground may very well be you…”

The Palace Master spoke calmly.

He knew what Clemore was asking and responded positively.

"...Thank you for your response." Claymore was silent for a moment and bowed slightly to him.

The hall master did not stay for long, and his figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

Looking at the extremely spacious Fire Temple and the countless gates, Claymore was a little confused for a moment.

I don’t know if it’s because I can’t tell the direction or what.

"Oh... what an impassioned and inspiring slogan! It brings tears to my eyes." "I guess you must be full of confidence now, ready to move towards the goal of Xinhuo, right, newcomer?"

At this time, the voice of the masked man was heard, with a teasing and sarcastic tone.

The Horned Knight was carrying the stone tablet. Although he did not speak as sarcastically as he did, he also said in a deep voice: "I advise you not to believe what he says easily."

"There is indeed a door on the other side of the Gate of Fire that can be pushed open, but it is best not to go in... at least not now, or better yet, never go in."

Claymore suppressed his thoughts for the moment and looked at the two of them.

When I was talking to the Palace Master just now, they seemed to be listening nearby.

The Palace Master should have noticed this, but he ignored their opinion.

"Why do you say that?" Claymore was a little curious and acted very innocently.

Of course, only he himself knows what he is thinking.

Upon hearing this, the Bullhorn Knight shook his head and responded, "In my opinion, the power of firewood is a lie, which is only used to attract firewood collectors to die one after another."

"Let me tell you this, there are many newcomers like you who come here, and there are also many firewood gatherers who have passed the fire ceremony."

“But once someone opens the door to the flame and enters, it is rare to see them come back.”

"Ah, of course, there are still people who use bonfires to reignite."

"Heh... your words are still too soft." Upon hearing this, the masked man sneered: "This is a lie in the first place."

"I have been in the Fire Temple for so long, but I have never seen anyone master the power of the fire."

"The so-called picking up firewood is just to make us willing to become the fuel for the burning of the fire."

"..."

Hearing the two people's discouraging and negative words, Claymore was stunned for a moment and understood what they were thinking.

It seems that because the power of firewood is too difficult to obtain, some firewood collectors have completely lost hope and become decadent and hopeless.

"Since you don't plan to look for the fire, what are you going to do next?"

Claymore did not refute or argue with the other party, but asked.

"What else can I do? I'll go pick up some trash in the dark area and sell it for spiritual materials to get by..."

The masked man stretched his body lazily and said indifferently.

The Horned Knight's response was completely different. He simply said in a deep voice, "I have a target that I must kill, and I will not stop getting stronger before that."

"That's a good idea." Claymore nodded.

This surprised the masked man and the horned knight.

The most surprised one was the masked man: "Oh? You didn't condemn or refute us? Haha, it's rare to meet an interesting newcomer like you..."

It seems that they have come into contact with many firewood collectors before.

The Horned Knight also nodded slightly: "You should be able to live for a long time."

Claymore smiled when he heard that: "Thank you very much, um... should this be considered a blessing?"

"Interesting, haha."

The masked man finally did not start with a "haha" and end with a sneer. Instead, he laughed, pointed at himself and the Horned Knight, and introduced himself to Claymore.

"My name is Ackerman and his name is Atubal."

"Of course, here, our names are no different from a grain of sand in this temple. Maybe they will float away one day."

"If you want, you can call me Blackface and call him Horns."

(End of this chapter)