Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 446: The Fire-Falling

In an unknown area.

The setting sun on the horizon seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, frozen at this moment, emitting a strange blood-red color, projected onto the earth.

The damp pool was tightly surrounded by towering cliffs on three sides. In the center, clay jars were floating in the turbid liquid. Only by looking closely could you see clearly that under these clay jars were human-like bodies.

Some of the firewood collectors knelt on the ground under the cliff, praying in low voices without stopping.

Not long after praying like this, a brand new Firestarter will rise from the wet and filthy pool and sit beside the cliff.

Of course, there are some touches in the jar occasionally.

This pool of unknown depth was always shaking slightly, as if something huge was struggling in pain at the bottom.

If you raise your perspective, you can see that there are many pools like this, and in the center, there is the largest sewage pool.

The blood-red sunset shone directly into the deepest part of this strange area, and the heavy door was ajar.

On the outskirts, on both sides of a long black road, Fallen Fire Knights in bronze armor and black armor stood with cloth wrapped around their hands or holding swords, like cold and murderous statues, exuding a chilling aura.

"what!"

At this moment, an extremely angry roar came from behind the heavy door, causing the dirty water surface to tremble.

However, the Fallen Fire Knights still looked straight ahead, like cold statues.

At this moment, a space crack appeared at the intersection of the road, and a gray can fire envoy silently stepped out of it.

In the hands of his fallen fire puppet, there was a dying person.

There were some broken red fire spots on his hands, which seemed to be the broken sparks of the firewood gatherer's return.

The ash can firefighter slowly dragged it into the heavy door as if it were a dead dog.

Bang.

The Gray Pot Fire Envoy threw the firewood gatherer in his hand into the cold hall behind the door. The already dying firewood gatherer let out a faint groan of pain.

"...Heh, I finally saw something that made me happy."

After seeing the firewood gatherers brought by the Gray Pot Fire Envoy, the darkness deep in the hall began to surge.

On the strange throne formed by sewage, a humanoid creature covered with broken tiles and with an empty chest slowly walked down.

rustling.

With every step he took, some dark grey dirt would fall off, looking like dried mud from the bottom of the sea.

"Follow the will of the Fallen Fire."

The ash-pot fire-breaker held his right hand in front of his chest and spoke in a calm tone.

"Kem, my dear friend, throw away those useless formalities... Do you still need to be so polite between you and me?"

The man with broken tiles seemed to still have many human emotions, and he laughed softly.

However, facing his "brother", the Gray Pot Fire Lord named Kem still did not express any emotion in his tone.

"People in the twilight must always remember the will of falling fire."

"Even if you are temporarily taking over the throne, this should not be an exception."

The ash jar falling into the fire seemed to be stating some facts, but also seemed to be reminding someone of something invisibly.

Hearing this, the laughter of the Tile Breaker completely disappeared and he fell into silence.

"...Since I am temporarily taking over the throne, you should obey my orders."

The voice of the man who broke the tiles became calmer, but it still seemed to carry a hint of anger and disappointment.

"It's... the God's Substitute."

The ash can fell and the fire envoy nodded slightly.

The man who broke the tiles still didn't hear what he wanted to hear, and there was a hint of hidden anger in the silence.

Of course, this was not directed at the Gray Jar Fire Envoy in front of him, otherwise he would have crushed it long ago.

"Who are you...?"

Coincidentally.

The dying firewood collector on the ground regained some strength, raised his head with difficulty, and uttered a weak sound.

The God-Substitute did not respond immediately, but raised a hand.

The next moment, the firewood collector's neck fell uncontrollably into the hands of the God-Substitute and was gripped tightly.

Under the broken tile face, a pair of deep and cold eyes stared at the firewood collector's eyes.

puff!

After a muffled sound, the firewood collector's pupils suddenly shrank and an intense pain swept through his body.

His chest was easily pierced, and the arm that pierced his chest seemed to be covered with a layer of dirty water... and it actually directly pinched his war fire!
laugh!
It was like a flame being extinguished by water.

The firewood collector's fighting spirit was completely extinguished at this moment.

Without the support of the war, the firewood gatherers began to turn into ashes and dissipate.

Only a barely perceptible mysterious force was swept away and injected into the darkness behind the God-Substitute.

"Poor fellow..."

The God's Representative murmured, as if he was mocking, or as if he was mocking himself.

After the firewood collector died.

The hall fell into dead silence again.

Finally, it was the God's representative who broke the silence.

"The looting of Candlelight failed, and the Ash Pot Firefaller in charge is nowhere to be found."

"The power of candlelight... has become stronger than we can imagine."

"In an uncontrollable space, He was able to defeat the power of the Fallen Fire in an instant."

"I even have a feeling...He did this on purpose."

The voice of the God-Substitute was filled with great anger and confusion.

He doesn't understand.

Why can candlelight become so powerful in such a short time.

The same was true during the first large-scale confrontation. Although the opponent was fighting at home, the power they had was really a bit off.

Words for the God-substitute.

The ash can fire messenger Kem did not give any ideas or suggestions, but just replied calmly.

"As the God's substitute, you will surely spread the Fallen Fire to every corner of the world."

The reply was very formulaic, and some of the words were even irrelevant.

In response, the God-Substitute simply chuckled and slowly stepped into the darkness.

The Masked Man of Snovilla... The Wage Taker... The Hunter in the Dark...

There are many names for those who survive in the shattered world.

But they have always called themselves only one name... the Firefallen.

……

"Since you are the agent of Candlelight, I have a humble request and I hope you can fulfill it." The Gray Pot Fire Envoy said to Rogge in front of him.

"Go ahead." Rogge nodded. This guy is relatively honest.

After hearing this, the Gray Pot Fire Envoy glanced at Nonia and Burton, and it was obvious that he didn't want them to be present.

Upon hearing this, Rogge glanced at Nonia and Burton, and the two of them understood and quickly left.

After the two of them left.

The Gray Pot Fire Envoy could not wait to kneel on one knee in front of Rogge and lowered his clay pot head.

"Please allow me, a former sinner, to serve by the light of the candles and repent for my past sins!"

"I will pledge my eternal loyalty to the candlelight!"

(End of this chapter)