Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 87 The Hanged Man: Are You Polite?

"I see."

Walking halfway up the mountain, Ember looked up at the top of the mountain, and whispered.

He could finally see the outline of the building on the top of the hill clearly.

It was a temple.

The bloody mucous membrane did not cover the entire mountain, but only spread to the mountainside before stopping abruptly.

At the foot of the mountain is a bloody hell covered with endless creeps, spreading towards the top of the mountain.

But on the mountainside, the creep here is no longer sticky.

Instead, there are countless small black and red blood vessels protruding from the creeper, spreading to the top of the mountain like a creeper.

At the beginning, the blood vessels were layered on top of each other, finer than a spider's web.

The touch of stepping on broken blood vessels when walking on it makes people feel sick and want to vomit.

But the higher you go, the more 'thin' the layers of blood vessels become.

Black and red blood vessels extend outward along several surging thick blood vessels, like dry poplars baring their teeth and claws.

It's just that this poplar is made up of blood vessels.

And when the embers reached the mountainside, which was two-thirds of the height of the mountain, the stacked blood vessels finally disappeared.

All eyes are a piece of lush green.

In the clearing on the mountainside, there is also a village.

From a distance, you can still see the faint cooking smoke.

But when they approached, they only found a large number of vacant houses without people.

Embers entered one of the empty rooms, and some black bread and thin broth were still placed on the dining table—

No meat at all, just some kind of broth that doesn't even cover the surface.

Reaching out to touch the bowl of broth, it's still warm.

It seems that there were people there not long ago.

"So, what about people?"

Ember looked towards the foot of the mountain, then shook her head slightly.

The entire pictorial world has been overrun with corruption.

Right now, only this high mountain is suitable for survival, except for the corrupt creep that covers the entire world at the foot of the mountain.

There are also countless bloodthirsty flies.

Ember doesn't think that the people here can leave the mountain alive.

What's more, even if they leave alive, they have nowhere to go.

And since these people didn't go down the mountain, they could only be at the top of the mountain.

Continuing to move towards the top of the mountain, Ember found more and more houses along the way.

The number of these houses alone can accommodate at least thousands of people.

But no matter in any building, there is not even a single living person.

In the end, only the tall and magnificent temple on the top of the mountain remained.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, everything in this world has been covered by creep, showing a deep red.

This made Ember frowned.

Because this painting world is simply the worst experience he has ever experienced.

Because it is too empty and monotonous.

Hollow to the point that the whole world is an endless plain except for this mountain!

Monotonous to embers, you can go straight to the top of the mountain without even taking a detour!
Although the painting worlds he has entered in the past are different, they are all exquisitely designed and rich in details without exception.

The design of organs and shortcuts is just right——

Although a little disgusting.

But right now the world feels empty and monotonous to Ember.

Except for the endless plain, there is only this mountain in front of you.

Even if there is no corruption in this world, it is still too boring compared to the painting world.

For the 'painter of the world', this is a low-level mistake that should never be made.

Because the more 'simple' the world of painting, the faster the corruption.

On the contrary, the more complex and detailed the world is portrayed, the slower the corruption will be.

The pigments that paint the world of painting are extremely scarce and extremely precious.

What a vile waste of precious paint to paint a drab pictorial world!

At least in Ember's impression.

Any world painter will try his best to make the world he draws more real.

As for the monotony of the world in front of me, there are only two possibilities.

Either the original 'complexity' of this world has been completely destroyed, leaving only monotony and emptiness.

Or the 'painter' was completely perfunctory when creating this world.

If the former.

Then the clues of this world may have been destroyed long ago.

And if the latter.

That's even worse, because the 'Illustrator' probably didn't want to leave clues in the world at all.

To draw this picture is to perfuse someone.

But no matter what the situation is, it shows a problem——

Ember's trip this time was in vain.

"Bang!"

While walking, the gaps in the black knight's armor collided with each other, making a crisp metallic sound.

Ember turned around and cast her eyes on the temple in front of her.

Throw away the endless plain of corruption.

The only place in this world that has not been explored is this temple.

"Snapped!"

Heavy footsteps in heavy armor resounded in the empty hall of the temple.

The size of the temple is extremely huge, obviously prepared for some huge creatures.

Just like Anor Londo in the past, it is the capital of gods prepared for the gods who are far taller than humans.

Ordinary people will only feel their own insignificance when they are in it.

The same is true of the temple in front of him.

There are a large number of statues on both sides of the temple. These statues are all enlarged human beings, and they are all at least ten meters high.

only.

The skin of these 'people' is gray-blue, and they all have only one giant vertical eye on their foreheads.

"giant?"

Ember observed those statues, and a word came to mind.

no doubt.

This temple is the temple of giants.

If you want to use the knowledge that Ember once possessed to describe it, it is more like the Hall of Valor.

The dead giants will return to the Hall of Valor, where they will live forever.

The further you go in, the giant statues become bigger and bigger.

The outermost giants are only a dozen meters away, and they waited until they reached the inside of the temple.

The statues of those giants became bigger and bigger, reaching tens of meters in height.

It seems that these statues are all reproduced one by one according to the original forms of those giants.

"Snapped!"

Walking all the way to the end of the temple, Ember stopped.

There is a huge statue in front of him, which is completely different from the giant statues juxtaposed on both sides.

This huge statue is located directly in front of him.

Obviously, He is the true master of this 'Hall of Valor'.

It is also the god worshiped by those giants.

Ember slowly raised her head.

What came into view was a huge reverse cross, which filled the temple hundreds of meters high!
On the cross, a naked, blood-stained man was hung upside down with countless huge black iron nails and chains, and was firmly bound to it.

"The Hanged Man, the True Creator!"

Two different words immediately appeared in Ember's mind.

The former is his first impression, and the latter is his interpretation of this image——

What it points to is the god worshiped by the Aurora Society, the 'True Creator'!
suddenly.

The hanging giant opened the eyes behind the shadow curtain, staring at the embers in a hanging posture.

"It's time to fight the boss!"

Ember also stared at the huge hanging giant.

Holding the black knight's greatsword tightly in both hands, he was inexplicably excited.

Although the first salary king he faced was not the Black Emperor.

but.

Who cares?

It's as if he doesn't care whether the first salary king is the undead team or the double princes when he spreads the fire.

Anyway, they are going to be killed in the end.

suddenly.

An incomparably terrifying force spewed out from the Hanged Giant, sweeping towards the embers ahead like a gust of wind.

"boom!"

Ember quickly raised his left arm, which was covered with a small buckler.

"Gwen is unaffected."

Seeing this scene, the hanging giant seemed to be stimulated by something.

There was a piercing scarlet light in his eyes.

In the main hall, there was a burst of ravings of unknown meaning.

"#@%@#￥%...#￥!￥! O! U! T!"

Ember couldn't understand what he was saying.

But he could clearly feel that the other party was very angry now.

"This is the second stage?"

Ember showed suspicion, he hasn't made a move yet, why have you handed in all your ultimate moves?

Just about to get started.

The next moment, a huge and magnificent shadow suddenly completely covered the embers.

And beside his ears, he also remembered a voice that seemed to be out of breath.

Although it was accompanied by incomprehensible ravings, this time Ember could hear it very clearly.

The babbling was mixed with a trace of inarticulate Chinese with a tongue-tattling sound.

"%@#￥#@R!N!M! Get out! #@%#@￥!"

(End of this chapter)