The Warrior of Love

"Ahem, Captain, can I bring a souvenir back?" Ritsuka asked Drake, rubbing his hands embarrassedly.

"Oh, it's not that I want to, but there's nothing to eat in Chaldea."

Although one has to bow his head under the eaves, the pirate queen's "greedy" nature will not give in easily. She frowned and flatly rejected Lixiang's request.

"We've already agreed before, right? As long as your curiosity is satisfied, you won't touch these treasures."

"Well……"

Restricted by his own oath, Ritsuka is quite conflicted as he is wavering between honesty and desire.

"Well...Brother, what do you think?"

"Not much."

Jiang Liu was quite calm. After the initial surprise, his mood had calmed down.

"Given the current situation in Chaldea, these gold and gems will be useless even if you take them away, right?"

"Indeed..." Ritsuka's eyes wandered, "But maybe they'll be useful? Da Vinci might need these as materials."

After the "Humanity Incineration" occurred, all the people in Chaldea were trapped in the snowy mountains. Supplies were naturally extremely scarce, and they could only barely survive by relying on the resources collected from the singularity.

For them who have technology but lack material things, magic resources are far more valuable than gold, silver, etc., because in Chaldea's case, having magic is equivalent to having everything, and gold... can it be eaten?

It's just Ritsuka's nature. He prefers shiny gold things (I like them too, such as five-star servants), and he wants to keep a souvenir.

"It's better not to indulge your desires, Mr. Fujimaru."

At this time, the old priest who followed in began to preach: "Have you heard of the legend of "Sigurd"? There is no need to say what happened to the evil dwarf who was tempted by gold. It is a warning to future generations. To sit on a mountain of gold like a dragon is not to possess the gold, but to be enslaved by the gold."

As he spoke, the priest picked up a golden wine glass, looked at it, and shook his head as if with emotion.

"These things just make people more sinful."

"Oh I see."

Li Xiang nodded heavily: "We must stay away from these temptations."

"Well, as expected, Ms. Fujimaru." The priest nodded with satisfaction.

"I feel relieved now. You should always stay calm and not be fooled by money."

After saying this, the priest took the golden cup away...

Chapter 497: The Vengeful Ghost Laughs in Despair

【Welcome to the end of life, scumbags...】

——The man called the warden says this to every prisoner.

This is not an empty threat, nor is it a baptism of convention, but a statement of facts without compromise.

If ordinary prisons are only used to detain prisoners and deprive them of their freedom for a certain period of time, and the prisoners still have a possibility of escaping, then this is the real "end point". The people who are imprisoned here may have various reasons, but without exception, they are people who have lost hope.

Regardless of whether they have committed a crime or not, being sent to this prison means that to the outside world, they are ghosts who "better never appear again."

Maybe he is a political prisoner, maybe his identity is sensitive, or maybe he is involved in some incident... In short, the only way to leave here is "death", and the only salvation he can get is "despair".

——One day, a young man was thrown in here.

If you wash off the mud, you can still see that he is a handsome man, and the calluses on his thick palms prove that he is a hardworking and good young man.

He should have had a bright future, full of hope like the rising sun, but in his best years, he was forcibly thrown from the world into this moldy prison.

At first his fighting spirit was not extinguished, and even in the darkness it emitted a warm glow like a flame. However, this flame of humanity was soon extinguished by the sea tides and cold air day after day.

His strong body, which used to be able to fight against the wind and waves on the sea, was eroded into being thin and weak, and his skin seemed to be suffering from some disease, as pale as a ghost in the dark night, with cruel scars all over his body, telling of the inhuman torture he had suffered here.

He had completely given up hope of ever seeing the light of day again, and no longer yearned to return to his old days...

Looking at his thin, ugly and pale body, even if he could get rid of the shackles, he would not have the courage to see the people he cherished again.

Enthusiasm fades in the sea breeze, humanity is corroded by illness, hope fades in the darkness, and everything is irreversible... No!

Indeed, there is one thing that has not changed!

From the moment he was thrown into prison, he never changed. Instead, he grew stronger by sucking the milk of despair in this desperate situation at the end of his life.

That is hatred!

The anger and hatred that almost burned his soul to ashes made him abandon all his beautiful visions and throw himself completely into the hell that God hates.

If we leave him alone and allow him to die, there will probably be no change in this world, except that there will be one more vengeful spirit in the prison.

But the young man…the man who was once a young man is lucky.

By chance in prison, he met another "sinner" imprisoned there.

It's incredible. They have nothing in common in terms of identity, age, background, guilt...but they are surprisingly similar.

He really got a lot from that guy.

Knowledge, etiquette, experience, skills, experience, and even fighting skills, that man's erudition was unprecedented in his life, just like the wizard who guided the king in a fairy tale.

Occasionally, he would have some doubts, so he would ask the other party: What is the meaning of all this?

However, no matter how much you learn, even if you turn yourself into an omniscient scholar, as long as your body is still imprisoned in this prison, you will not be able to display your talents, and all of this will slowly turn into a pile of rotten soil along with your flesh...all your efforts now are meaningless.

However, in contrast to his pessimism, that person always had a smile on his face, time and again refuted his negative views, and constantly imparted useful knowledge to him.

We have not lost all that is good, at least there is still the beautiful moonlight shining on us - so said the old man.

【Wait and hope. 】

The young man didn't think that doing so would change anything, but in this world where even time had stopped, he really had nothing else to do, so he absorbed the wisdom from the old man like a sponge.

As time went by, even though the soul did not succumb, the body could not remain the same, and the old man weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only was he aging, but a terrible disease was also tormenting him. Although it was not stated explicitly, both of them understood what that meant.

The young man felt inexplicably sad. He knew how kind and noble the old man was, and that his soul was purer and stronger than anyone else's. He didn't know how long he had persisted in this desperate world, and he hadn't given up until now.

However, this ordinary yet great old man had to succumb to the unreasonable god of death... How unfair it is.

If there is still one person in this prison who is eligible for redemption, it must be the old man who has not given up until now, but he no longer has this opportunity.

No matter how strong your will is, the cruel reality will not show you the slightest mercy.

That day, the young man shed tears for the first time in a long time - something he thought he would never have again...

He couldn't explain his feelings. He had been completely soaked in darkness, no longer having blood or tears, but the fire of hatred still burning in him. Yet he felt sad because of the common deaths in this place.

Perhaps, he placed his hopes and longings for beautiful things on the old man.

He was a coward who had already given up in front of fate, and entrusted his last wish to someone who was far more "powerful" than him.

The old man’s death not only meant the loss of his father and teacher, but also meant that he forever lost the last connection with his past life.

——But the old man gave him his final prayers and blessings before he died.

Perhaps, I will never be able to see the sunshine outside again.

Perhaps all my efforts here are in vain.

Perhaps, no one will remember my name.

Perhaps, what I have been insisting on is wrong.

However, even though I was so powerless, ridiculous, and funny, in the end I still left behind something that could be called "beautiful."

My life is about to end, but hope continues -

[You will live on in my place! ]

——I, who am destined to die today, will give you the passage to freedom, the capital for a comeback, and the wisdom to understand human affairs!

Then...it is time to leave the darkness, my child.

Wait and hope!

-

From the deep and calm darkness, the sinner slowly opened his eyes.

Damp walls, rusty torture instruments, insects and ants crawling in the corners...it's a familiar scene that both makes people feel at ease and disgusted.

How much time has passed? There is no concept of time passing on the Suppression Wheel that records everything. So... maybe he has never left.

Indeed, he once broke free from his bonds and offered up the curse of evil spirits for his enemies.

But that was just a body, his soul had always been trapped here... in a place where there was no glory at all.

"Om..."

The prison was slowly opened, and a cylindrical cabin rose from the ground, from which several figures of various shapes emerged.

"Uh..." Looking at the familiar face in the crowd, the man gave a twisted smile.

Chapter 498: The Sin of Rage - Edmond Dantes

“Kuhahaha!

I am vengeance incarnate, the devil galloping from hell - the sin of wrath!"

The vengeful ghost, who was shrouded in black mist, laughed loudly at everything in the world and had no desire to talk to anyone. The moment Ritsuka and others appeared, he began to gather all his magic power.

"Hey, have you ever seen hell?"

hum!hum!hum!

Magical radiance like flames flashed across the sky, and torrents of destruction rushed towards the Chaldean group.

"careful!"

The old priest and Jiang Liu reminded everyone in unison, and each took a step forward to meet the magic light.

One used the Undead Slash filled with domineering aura, and the other used the Iron Fist blessed by faith. The moment they collided with the flames, they released astonishing shock waves, pushing the people behind them far away.

Tamamo cat hugged Ritsuka immediately and used her soft body to protect the girl with long black hair. Her wild and super agility was brought into play, and she jumped lightly and took Ritsuka to a safe place.

The pirate twins are different. Although they turned to Ritsuka when they saw the situation was bad, they have not yet developed the habit of centering around their Master. When they were attacked, their first reaction was to meet the enemy rather than protect their Master.

Anne took off the spear from her back, knelt on one knee and took aim, while Mary rushed into the battlefield waving an exaggerated scimitar.

However, the white-haired girl was blocked by a series of strange figures before she could rush to the vengeful ghost.

It was an ominous existence that was as difficult to distinguish as a shadow, with only a vague outline visible. It had magical power at the level of a demon beast, but the atmosphere was more depressing. It was an existence closer to a vengeful spirit than a servant.

There were about twenty of them, blocking Mary's way.

boom!

Annie fired a shot, and the bullet manifested by magic pierced through one of the monsters, opening up an analysis.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mary brandished her scimitar and fought against the monsters, while Anne supported her tacitly from a distance.

Judging from their surface strength alone, these monsters combined are far stronger than the Pirate Twins, but sufficient combat experience and tacit understanding of long-range and short-range coordination allow the twins to defeat the majority with the minority and gain the upper hand in the battle!

However, even though the twins performed exceptionally well, they were both indeed blocked, and for a while they were unable to reach the more distant vengeful ghost.

"Kuhahaha! More, more - let me show you more despair!"

The Vengeance Ghost himself seemed to completely ignore the Pirate Twins, focusing all his attention on the two people being submerged in the stream of fire.

Without sparing any magical power, light cannons comparable to A-level magic were fired continuously, making the atmosphere scorching. In the center of the energy vortex, the place where Jiang Liu and the other man were standing had even begun to melt.

"Zheng!"

The dark waning moon cut through the blazing sea of ​​fire, and Jiang Liu holding a long knife and the half-naked priest appeared in the flowing flames.

Both of them survived the fierce bombing, but the difference was that Jiang Liu was almost unscathed - his magic resistance and physical defense were both top-notch, while the priest suffered extensive burns.

Although his faith has brought him a high level of anti-magic power, he is not a hero from the Age of Gods after all, nor is he a saint recognized by the public. The effect of "Faith Protection" has its limits, and he cannot be completely immune to the attacks of the Vengeful Ghost.

But thanks to this well-trained body, although it suffered some damage, it was still within the range of "durability", and the old priest was able to stand firm in the flames.

"Aren't you giving up yet?!"

The vengeful ghost sneered, and its body wrapped in black mist flew along the ground like a bat. A wave of magic passed by, and its speed suddenly increased, and its figure disappeared out of thin air.

No, it’s not disappearing, but proliferating!

"My journey is to the other side of gratitude and hatred—"