Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Ember followed the prestige, and a figure suddenly appeared under the wall on the other side of the coffin.It was a young man with slightly curly black hair, a broad forehead, thin cheeks, dark eyes, and a monocle.

Amon!

'The Blasphemer' Amon!
Ember thought for a while, and seemed to feel that this was indeed a bit impolite, so she removed her hand from the coffin, and asked politely:
"Is this your grave?"

Amon took two steps forward like a leisurely stroll, and said leisurely:
"To be precise, this is the mausoleum I prepared for myself. As you know, during the Fourth Epoch, there were constant conflicts between various forces. In order to compete for the chance to become a god, I was also targeted by many people at the same time. Maybe one day I was killed. Therefore, it is reasonable for me to dig my own grave in advance, right? But as you can see, fortunately, I survived, so I don’t need it for the time being.”

"That's right."

Ember slightly nodded and said, "I'm here to dig your grave."

Amon stopped and looked at Ember with a strange expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That's really rare for you to take a fancy to this little thing in my mausoleum."

Amon shook his head, said jokingly, and continued to move forward.And as he approached, the swarms of insects that were blocking him also began to die in large numbers.But they were originally born by miracles, and they did not leave a corpse after death, but quickly dissipated into a wisp of black smoke, leaving a large blank space on the ground.

Ember asked thoughtfully:

"So, you are actually the only one in the entire Amon family?"

"Yes."

Amon nodded with a smile, "I was the only one from the beginning to the end. This is no secret among the great nobles of the Fourth Epoch."

"Your body didn't come?"

"of course not."

Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, shook his head, and said jokingly, "If my main body appears in Backlund, it will immediately trigger a divine descent. After all, none of the existing righteous gods have a good sense of me. That's great, and some of them want to kill me soon."

"Such as the Storm Lord?"

"Correct."

Facing Ember's inquiry, Amon didn't hide anything, and said very frankly, "He is the one who wants to kill me the most, um, one of them."

During the speech, Amon had already boarded the stairs leading to the high platform.Only suddenly, Ember raised her arm.

"boom!"

In the sound of an invisible mechanism being triggered, Amon's body suddenly stood stiffly in place.But it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued to walk towards the high platform.

Ember also seemed to be unaware, as if talking to an old friend, casually said:
"I've seen your father, but not you."

"It's normal."

Amon pointed to the wall behind with his smile unchanged, and said calmly, "After all, I wasn't born at that time, so of course you couldn't see me."

Ember looked in the direction Amon was pointing at. The wall was mottled due to the previous 'accelerated time flow', and many murals were destroyed as a result, and they could no longer be restored to their previous appearance.

The only relatively complete, colorful mural that can barely be seen is located on the top of the wall, and occupies a small half of the dome upwards.

It describes a majestic and continuous mountain range. On the highest main peak, there is a huge cross that is higher than the mountain.

The cross is covered with layers of light, making it look extremely sacred.

There is a majestic tall figure looming in front of it, and the mountain range is like a pet crawling under his feet.

This figure is surrounded by angels with two wings, four wings, and six wings. They are holding horns, or playing harps,

Or blow the flute and look pious and cheerful.

Below the mountain range, two twelve-winged angels, each holding a baby, walked humbly towards the top of the mountain.

The baby on the left has curly black hair, while the one on the right has light blonde hair.

One of their eyes is black and the other is golden.

Elsewhere in the mountains, there are vaguely depicted giants in chains, and giant dragons whose feet are bound and can never land.

This depicts the scene after the 'Creator' took back his authority from the eight ancient gods, and both giants and dragons were enslaved by him.But also at this time, the Creator 'give birth' to two sons.

The black-haired one is Amon, as for the blonde...

"Who is the other?"

Ember rubbed her chin and asked suddenly.

Amon had already stepped onto the high platform at this time, he stood still, raised his hand and pinched the monocle, and said in a frivolous tone:

"'Angel of Fancy', 'God's First Son', Adam, my brother, a paranoid, call it what you will. He went insane after his father fell in betrayal, and has been trying to revive us for years. Father. And, he's almost there."

Ember thought thoughtfully, "Aren't you going to help him?"

Amon straightened his monocle, sighed and shook his head, and said, "Our relationship is not good, so he has never cared about my affairs, and I won't meddle in his affairs."

Pausing for a while, Amon asked politely:

"Do you have any other questions?"

"There is one."

Ember looked straight, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is your mother?"

Amon's expression froze slightly, and it took a long while before he raised his head to straighten the monocle that was crooked due to the change in expression, and said calmly:

"My father is a god, and he doesn't need to rely on human reproduction. Just like Saslier, he was created by his father with one of his ribs."

Ember nodded knowingly, and asked politely:
"So you don't have a mother?"

Amon's expression suddenly became distorted, and his eyes seemed to be able to spew out anger.But soon he laughed loudly in Bengbu, jokingly said:
"You seem to be expecting me to show such an expression? Do you think human ethics will be useful to me?"

"That's true."

Ember nodded in agreement, and at the same time her palm sank, and a large sword suddenly appeared in her palm.Amon raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the big sword in Ember's hand. The blade of the big sword was made of hot molten iron with hidden smoke, and the whole blade was dyed a deep black.Most of the original complicated patterns and symbols on the sword were blurred due to the many battle scars, and there were even huge paw prints from the devil prince.

This is the former knight Lorian, the great sword that killed the devil prince alone!

"boom!"

Ember took strides and put all her weight forward on the great sword of Lorian.Just in the blink of an eye, the smoke that originally dyed the sword black turned into a raging flame, enveloping the entire sword with a cursed flame!
"Wait, I just want to talk about it..."

Amon's color changed slightly, as if he hadn't expected Ember to do it as soon as he said he would do it, and hurriedly tried to stop it.

But before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy and hasty footsteps. It was the three silver knights who had been standing on both sides from the beginning to the end!The silver knights on the left and right raised their shields and rushed towards him quickly, while the silver knights behind him even leaped high into the air, leaping towards him with swords in both hands!

"boom!"

Amon's face turned cold, and the silver knight who was jumping towards him suddenly froze in mid-air, and Amon stole the idea of ​​'attack' from him.The next moment, the Silver Knight, who lost his next step instructions and support, fell from the air, fell heavily on the steps, and rolled all the way down the high platform.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The solid armor attached to the whole body collides and rubs against the stairs continuously, as if forming a wonderful symphony.At the same time, the silver knights on both sides of the left had also charged forward.

Witnessing the current situation of their colleagues, they swung their long swords and slashed at Amon almost at the same time.But just like before, they almost instantly forgot how to wield the long sword, and Amon had deprived them of the idea of ​​attacking.

But this does not affect their next move, even if they are dead, even if they have been burned to ashes.However, the Silver Knights still had a wealth of combat experience in their minds. While their attacking thoughts were being stolen away, their bodies had already reacted further—putting their shoulders against the heavy shields and hitting the middle A Mongolian!
Amon's complexion changed, as if he hadn't expected it, and he forgot to dodge in a hurry.Because the distance was too close and the time was too short, he didn't even have time to steal the idea of ​​their collision, and was bumped into by two silver knights!

"boom!"

With the sound of violent collision and extrusion, both sides of the silver knight who was leaning against the shield hit Amon's body respectively.Like a Roujiamo, he firmly pressed Amon's body between the two shields.

The sudden impact made Amon's mind seem to be in a trance for a moment, and it also prevented him from responding immediately.But when he finally reacted, the embers in front of him were already patrolling and ready to go, and launched a heavy blow while striding forward!

The body of Lorian's greatsword was burning with scorching flames originating from demons. It drew a beautiful circular arc from top to bottom in mid-air, and even the air was scorched and sizzled. The high platform that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was instantly melted, including the coffin that was originally blocked in front of the two and coveted by Ember for a long time was also picked in half.

However, the sharp edge of the great sword remained undiminished. It passed through the coffin and hit Amon's crotch, causing his face to become extremely distorted, and his body to move along like a tattered doll. The scorching blade was raised high!

Amon, who was thrown high, flew into the air, and was thrown heavily on the ground after a moment, losing his life. His pair of green eyes gradually dimmed, and his figure began to dissipate quickly.In the end, only a slightly dim 'worm of time' with twelve translucent links was left on the spot.

Ember didn't go to look at the corpse, because he had already confirmed that he had received Amon's 'passing extraordinary characteristics'.He looked at the destroyed coffin with some regret, it was much more luxurious than the sarcophagus he got up from.

But this regret was only fleeting, because he quickly set his sights on the other side of the tomb—a stone door only outlined in outline stood hidden in the corner.

At the same time, a silver knight quickly approached the stone door, stretched out his hands and pressed on the stone door to try to push it.

A stone door, only outlined in outline, stands hidden in the corner.

Above the stone gate, there was suddenly water and light floating, condensing a scene that was so real that it seemed to be directly touched:

The dark blue sea waves rushed forward one after another, and there was a black mist as thick as liquid.A jagged mountain jutted out of the mist, dripping slime.Behind this mountain, the black mist is endless, with no end in sight.Its bottom also has no limit. The deeper you look, the more secluded it feels. It seems that once something falls, it will always fall.

Ember's mind still sketched out a scene similar to it—from the abyss he had personally experienced.Even today, he still has a ring on his hand that can walk in the abyss.

This world also has legends about the abyss, and this door may be connected to the legendary abyss, and it may be because of this abyss that Amon was able to come here.In other words, he might be able to use the abyss to go to the land abandoned by the gods.

However, after Ember saw the abyss, she didn't have the idea of ​​entering it to find out.

Instead, he calmly carried the Great Sword of Lorian on his back, and at the same time held a crystal staff that seemed to be made of rock in his hand, allowing the blue and bright light to condense on the blue gemstone inlaid on the top of the staff, And gradually formed a huge vortex that greedily absorbs energy.

In the end, the seemingly endless light blue energy instantly emerged from the top of the staff, turning into a torrent of soul that seemed to be able to destroy everything, instantly submerging the stone gate completely!

Under the azure light that illuminated the entire tomb as if it were daytime, the stone door had been scoured to pieces at some point, as if it had never appeared before, leaving only a huge hole in the wall.

But after the Shimen was destroyed, the torrent of soul did not dissipate.Instead, it abruptly changed its direction like half of the diversion, from the original direction towards the stone gate, it suddenly shot towards the air below the stone platform.

"boom!"

When the torrent was about to sweep across the empty air, a figure wearing a monocle and a soft pointed hat was forced out of thin air, but before he could dodge, he was engulfed by the torrent of soul and completely annihilated, leaving only in place Next is a transparent worm with twelve links.

That was Amon's avatar, most of them parasitized in tiny creatures in the air, invisible to the naked eye.And there are at least dozens of such clones in this tomb alone!

But unfortunately, embers don't need to be seen with the naked eye.

"boom!"

The torrent of the soul changed direction again, and the torrent jet shot across the ground, shooting out a large bottomless gully on the hard stone slab, and even a large 'gap' appeared in the void, and it took a long time for the air to refill it .Wherever the torrent went, Amon's figure also appeared in embarrassment one after another, but in the end they were all annihilated under the scouring of the torrent, leaving only links of transparent insects.

However, the originally smooth, spacious and majestic mausoleum has been washed away by the torrent, and the walls with murals have become only ruins at this moment, making the unsupported ceiling crumbling. The gravel fell from the top and fell into the bottomless gully on the ground.

"Pfft~"

Finally, the light beam of the soul torrent began to weaken, shrinking and thinning continuously, as if the power was cut off.In the end, the torrent at the top of the staff was completely muted, and all the light was completely dissipated, but Ember was still holding the ordinary-looking staff that seemed to be made of stone in his hand.

But Ember's eyes still cast forward, towards the position where Amon was standing just now.

There seemed to be nothing there.

But in the next second, the air in front of him suddenly fluctuated, and a tiny creature that was hard to see with the naked eye crawled out.The creature swelled rapidly and turned into Amon wearing a soft pointed hat and a classical black robe.He knew very well that he had been discovered, so he simply stopped hiding.

Amon corrected the monocle he was wearing on his right eye, frowned and said:
"How did you find out?"