The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The age of fire is over.

This lingering era finally ended in the hands of the heroes who continued it back then.

Felianor was with Gwendelin, and there were others. Everyone will go to Irushiel and then enter the world in the painting. This will be the most peculiar team in the world, gods, wandering souls, undead and humans. But at this time, what is the meaning of identity? They are nothing more than refugees whose world is about to be destroyed and displaced.

Zelin stood by the exit of the stove, looked at everything in front of him, and sighed heavily. Gnaiya had already walked out of the stove with Siris and others and left as soon as possible. But Zelin didn't stay here to watch the flame go out.

"It's over." Frid appeared next to Zelin, holding the sickle in his arms in both hands. In her words, Zelin rarely heard a hint of relief. "Before I became an undead, I heard the legend of Ashes during his lifetime. Don't you know? Also, after all, you come from a place where there is no flame."

"It's another world."

Frid closed her eyes slightly, "Okay, another world." She wrinkled the tip of her nose slightly. "I'm afraid Yulia can't persuade the Ashes to do as she expected."

"You sound like very happy?"

"No, no."

"Not only did you lie to me, but now you also lie to yourself?"

"I didn't lie to you."

Frid closed his eyes and said stiffly. Zelin stared at the nun's face with questioning eyes, and after a few seconds, Frid turned his face away. "Well, I lied to you. Yulia... her plan is difficult to realize because it is all based on Ashes who will be persuaded by her. If Ashes did not listen to her, if Ashes did not accept the Dark Mark, if Ashes told Janor Lund all this, all this was too risky."

"Yulia, she has her ambitions. After the establishment of the black church, her ambitions brought a certain sense of mission. I don't like this. Our original purpose of hiding in the ruins of Xiaolongde was just to avoid Qing The chase of the church, I want to spend the rest of my life with my sisters in a place where they will not be arrested or thrown into the stove as firewood. But after seeing the world serpent Kas, Yulia always thought , We should be the ones who started the new era, we are the ones chosen by the new era, we should help other wandering spirits, secretly accumulate strength, in order to find opportunities to overthrow the rule of Yanorlund."

"I can't help much. I don't understand anything except swing the sword. I can only help them as much as possible. Now, all this has finally come to an end." Frid rubbed the corner of his eyes. "For thousands of years, in this era, I should feel lucky to be resurrected to ashes after being burned to death, and to live to see the end of the era."

Yeah, it's too long.

For a Frid who just wanted to stay in a stable place for the rest of her life, it was only her feelings with Yulia and Lilianne that could support her to this step. Support yourself and move forward step by step. At this time, what the result is is not that important. Sometimes, what people want is just a result.

"Maybe this era is over, but your journey is not over yet."

Frid rolled his eyes and stared at Zelin blankly. Zelin knew that she wanted to stay, she wanted to fall asleep completely, and return to death.

"No, I will leave, but I will not go to your castle again. I deceived you. How can you trust someone who will deceive you? No one else in your castle will allow you to do this. This way. , It’s good for all of us. I might go back to the darkness of Rondall again, and that’s the right place for me."

"Actually I lied to you too, Frid."

There was still no change on Frid's face, but he just snorted softly.

"When you were in Eredel, you asked me how much I saw in your soul fragments."

The nun's face changed slightly.

"I saw everything, your whole life."

"Including..."

"There is nothing to hide, Frid." Zelin shook his head, he sighed lightly, and looked at the campfire not far away. The sky was getting darker and darker. "What I saw was not an ugly scorched corpse, but an innocent person who was forcibly thrown into the fire in the name of perpetuating the world."

"...You should probably see what I left behind, what was outside of the ashes."

"I've seen it all the time." Zelin held Frid's raised wrist. "You can't lie to me, because I know your life, and I know the real emotions and real thoughts in your soul." His hand slowly moved down. "And your heart hidden under this. I don't want to Seeing this, that’s why I want to help you, just like helping myself."

Frid slowly raised her head, she looked at Zelin. "This is... No, this shouldn't be... Don't look at me."

The skin under the cheeks began to lose its luster. After losing the flame, the ashes revealed its original appearance. She has flames, but she can do it. The luster was no longer, and only the scorched lines were left on half of the nun's cheeks.

"Don't talk."

Zelin made a quiet gesture.

He kissed lightly on the charred side cheek.

Darkness gradually enveloped the earth, and the faint light of fire was only left in front of the fire woman.

Starting from King Gewen, generations of heroes sacrificed themselves and burned themselves in exchange for the continuation of the flame. Every time the flame goes out, it is a disaster. Today, I am afraid that there are not many souls that can be burned in this world. Perhaps, in today's world, can this flame continue to burn? Or, sooner or later, the world will be the same as near the original stove, with only fly ash and desert left.

Is this the final end, or the beginning of another cycle?

No one knows, no one knows.

Chapter 1512: Gale's Painting World

Zelin didn't know what kind of mood he had when he came to Eredel.

The snow-capped valley was already flooded by fire. Zelin raised his hand, but what he wanted to block was not the heat wave on his face, but the cold wind roaring in the valley.

"Eredel." Calula looked around, her fingers gently stroking the rocks on the side of the road. "The painting world is unbelievable. I have heard of it before, but...Where is the painter? I think I may not be able to support it for long."

"Don't worry, it's just ahead, we will be there soon."

Gwendelin was very sad. He didn't seem to want to think about anything. Naturally, he didn't even care about the identity of the witch. His closest relatives do not support the cause of continuing to spread the fire, his knight has long since disappeared, and the fire-spreading hero who impressed him the most in the past is now standing on his opposite side. So that when the remaining wandering spirits of Rondoar came to Irushiel, he shut himself in the cathedral and refused to come out. Zelin doubted whether Gwendelin would continue to be so decadent if he could not walk out of the shadow of failure, or find other goals that could support him to go on.

Zelin and the witch came to Eredel, he left the telescope to Gnaiya, the date for the portal to open was imminent, and without the flames, the world became more and more dangerous. This is not simply losing light or losing the sun. Darkness and coldness, all terrible things will follow. No one knows what kind of monsters will be born in the darkness when there is no flame. Of course, Zelin has no way of knowing where his portal will move with the moving branches of the world tree.

There are blazing flames everywhere, but the snow is still dancing. The flame burned for so long, no one knew what it was burning. Trees, bridges, and even the small church on the top of the mountain have been enveloped in flames, but there is no sign of burning. Perhaps this flame is burning the paintings of the entire world in the painting.

Zelin cautiously walked around the flames, holding on to the ropes of the sling bridge, step by step towards the church where the eldest lady was. Long bridge swayed slightly with his footsteps, making a creaking sound. The fire was raging, and the flames licked the crumbling rope, but it did not bring destruction or heat. The flame seemed to be just a decoration, just like the distant valley, the pine forest on the mountain, and the white sky. Wherever the sunlight is coming from, everything just exists naturally, there is nothing to be surprised.

"You are back."

The giant priest still guarded the door of the chapel, and the arakkoa gathered in the backyard on the hillside behind the church. "Have you seen Knight Gael? He hasn't returned yet."

"I...I saw it." Zelin sighed heavily. "He found what the eldest lady needs, is she still there?"

"Where is Gail?"

"He still has some things, so please bring back the dye that the eldest lady needs."

"I see." Father Giant nodded. "It's very time for you to come. If you don't rush over, maybe Ereder will be burned out soon. The eldest lady is waiting inside." The priest looked at Calula who was following Zelin. "Who is this woman? I have never seen it before."

"She and I brought the dye that Gale sent. Don't worry, it won't affect the eldest lady."

The giant priest felt uneasy about Calula. In fact, if she took a closer look, she looked like a white-painted puppet, with only pitch black in her eyes. If Zelin saw her for the first time, he would have doubts about her. But in the end, with the guarantee of the demon hunter, the giant priest decided to let the witch into the chapel.

The wooden floor of the chapel was the same as outside, with flames. The flame was burning on the floor, on the slate floor. But Zelin climbed up the attic of the church along the wooden ladder braving the sparks, and he didn't feel any temperature. In the attic, the floor started to burn, and the eldest lady was still sitting on the high chair, looking up at the drawing board more than two meters in front of her. The long white hair was braided and slumped on the ground, and a pair of little feet swayed subconsciously, as if thinking about something.

"Miss, I'm back."

The eldest lady was still thinking, after a while, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the demon hunter. "Oh, it's you, you're back." Her gaze crossed the shoulders of the demon hunter, and looked at Calula who was silent behind her. "Have you found Grandpa Gail?"

"I found it." Zelin nodded. "The flames outside have gone out. The situation is a bit tricky, so Gail asks me to come here first with black dye."

Calula stepped forward, she reached out her hand and slashed her arm with a dagger. The black blood seemed to have found a breakthrough, squeezed out of the wound, rushing into the empty glass next to the color palette. The black blood ran for a while, and Calula's gasping gradually became heavier. Suddenly, it was like a string that was stretched to the limit, suddenly breaking. The blood flow stopped abruptly, and no drop was left. Calula stepped back and sat down heavily on the chair behind her.

"Carula?"