Embers of Embers

Chapter 477 Dark Soul
"We are born with sin, and there is darkness hidden deep in our souls. Our survival will only continue to intensify the spread of darkness. Only death can end it all."
In the dim long house, the man stood in front of the brazier and recited in a deep voice. Along with his hoarse voice, other people in the long house also knelt down together. They murmured something in a low voice, and their voices gathered together, Becomes a confused babble.
Everyone present is a member of the Doomsday Society. As a heretical group, their philosophy is very simple, which is absolute death, the end of all things. The final outcome of every small society group is to die together, which also leads to It is difficult for outsiders to study their existence, and usually they only end up with dead bodies everywhere.
It stands to reason that if you act with such a philosophy, the Society of the End will eventually become extinct. But the weird thing is that no matter how many times they die, there will always be a shred of the idea passed down. What is even weirder is that some people actually believe in such a crazy idea. , willing to die together.
"Death! End the darkness! Return your soul to the Hall of Valor!"
Some believers shouted loudly. He took the lead in pulling out the short knife, and then stabbed the believer next to him. Without any hesitation, the two of them struggled together, the blades interlaced, and cut one wound after another on the body until The two died in a pool of bright red blood.
"Valhalla!"
The believers roared loudly. They were all Vikings. Even without the existence of the Final Society, they still had a stubborn enthusiasm for returning the souls of the dead to the Hall of Valor.
"Valhalla!"
The man responded loudly.
"Yes! Death, absolute death. Only in this way can the darkness be eradicated!"
The man threw the book in his hand into the brazier. The burning pages swayed and fell on the fur. Sparks ignited and expanded towards the house.
No one cared about this, and there were even a few lunatics who thought it didn't burn fast enough, so they sprinkled strong alcohol on it to speed up the burning.
"As long as there is no light, even darkness loses the meaning of existence!"
The man pulled out his own short knife, and the sharp light illuminated his eyes, which had turned blood red, but there was still some sense in it from beginning to end.
With blood and flames, the atmosphere at the scene became heated. The believers who couldn't help but started fighting each other. No one stopped them. Instead, everyone cheered for their deaths and shouted their names loudly.
In this fanatical mood, everyone did not notice the arrival of another man. He was dressed in black robes, leaning on an ancient spear, and carrying a leather buckler behind his back. He opened the door, and the wind and snow came out with coldness. surged out behind him.
He is like a person who stepped out of a story.
"Oh, Herald, have you come to witness us?"
The man's excitement at the arrival of the herald seemed more joyful than his subsequent divine death.
"Yes, and I will give more value to your death."
The pioneer's face was covered by the shadow of the hood. The man used his peripheral vision to slightly see the silver underneath it. It seemed to be a silver helmet. Looking down his neck, he also saw the same silver armor, which seemed to be on Under this black robe is an exquisite armor.
The man did not continue to think about it. No one knew the true appearance of the pioneer, not even him, and he had no time to learn more. After all, he was about to die, and to carry out that sacred death, he would be freed from the heavy crime. Get rid of.
"By the way, that bastard Floki still ran away. I should have realized earlier that he doesn't care about the end of all things. All he wants is profit."
The man thought of the old man who ran away. He should have taken his rightful place in dying today.
"He can't escape. This curse belongs to all mankind. It's just a matter of time before death."
The pioneer said slowly, his voice had a metallic tone and was a little hoarse, like a wounded beast.
"Some guys have woken up, a group of wastes who only know how to compromise... But even though they are wastes, they are still useful. I need you to attract their attention. It is best to let them work hard, let them think they have solved the mistake, and then continue Go back to sleep."
The pioneer said words that the man could not understand, and the man did not think more. He just had to obey the pioneer's words.
"what should we do?"
the man asked.
"Stop fighting first."
"Stop!"
The man gave the order, and the fanatical believers stopped immediately. Some of them had just put the knife into another person's stomach. When they heard the man's order, they stopped directly, holding the knife inserted in the stomach. Look here.
"and then?"
"You will know in a moment, but before that I need to leave. If I get too close, I will be discovered by them."
After saying this, the pioneer prepared to leave directly without any emotion. He dealt with these madmen as if he were packing tools.
"Wait a minute, Herald, I'm going to die, and I'm going to never see you again."
The man stopped the pioneer, and the pioneer slowly turned around. He was a little curious about what the man was going to say.
I saw the man tidying up his clothes, making himself as decent as possible, and then showing a sincere smile.
"Thank you for letting me see the truth of this world... and thank you for the days when we sailed together. Being your first mate is the highest honor in my life."
The Herald nodded slightly and said nothing. He pushed the door open and left like a machine. Nothing changed except that the believers stopped, as if the Herald had never been here.
The man stood still for a long time. With a long sigh, he felt that his whole body felt much more relaxed.
"I really didn't expect to see you again."
Then his vision went dark, and confusing and crazy hallucinations emerged from the darkness. This situation not only happened to him, all the believers saw the same picture, and huge memories were instantly instilled into the fragile flesh and blood. Some people couldn't bear the pressure and knelt on the ground directly, with blood flowing continuously from the five holes.
Erosion comes here.
The man couldn't bear it anymore. He fell into the brazier in front of him, and the hot fire ignited his clothes. He did not let out a low cry of pain, but looked directly at the illusion... Or maybe this past. memory.
The memories of these years, hundreds of years, thousands of years... memories that seem to have no end.
"It's so lonely."
Endless years pass by in a hurry, and from beginning to end, only the owner of the memory is alone in the memory.
The man's skin withered and shattered. Under the strange erosion, his flesh and blood shriveled into black hardness, covering the fragile bones. The flames burned it, but he could no longer feel any reaction on his body. .
The will began to collapse. Under this huge memory, the will of mortals was so fragile. From the outside world, it only took a few seconds, but the man had gone through countless years, and he could hardly tell whether he was Who.
But just as he was about to die, he saw it, crossed the fence, and walked into the darkness.
At the end of this memory, in the abode where the gods spurned and cursed, in the hideous and sticky dark swamp, where despair and fear have a shape that can be described, it is like a place where all sin and evil are concentrated.
Something indescribable lay dormant in this forgotten and dusty place, until the man crossed these long years and once again knew of its existence, saw its appearance, and disturbed its sleep.
So it woke up from its long sleep, crossed time and dimensions, and arrived in the present world.
"Ah...ah..."
The believers let out the same scream, the sound was very weak, their bodies began to collapse, and in the burning longhouse, everything was entering extreme madness.
The body was drained of blood, and then viscous black water gurgled out of it. It was like endless water, cold to the bone, and not even fireworks could warm it.
It seemed that these sinful liquids were hidden under the human body. They gathered into a ball, and the smooth surface began to squirm, dragging the dry corpses up and chewing them like food. Completely engulfed.
The man still had some consciousness, but it was just like a candle in the wind. Black water was constantly being drawn out of his mouth and nose. It seemed that a group of crows had pecked his eyeballs. One of his eyes was blind. The eye sockets were rotten, like springs, from which black water gurgled.
The man felt that his body had been drained, both blood and internal organs had been emptied out, but the black water was still pouring out... Maybe the thing that was being withdrawn now was his soul.
He looked at all of this sadly, but he could feel the ferocious malice around him, and he could vaguely see the black water being pulled away from his body, and the appearance of his soul.
He thought it was a little funny.
So is this my soul?These dark and sticky weird things are his soul, the human soul, the sinful soul.
The dark viscous liquid seemed to be alive. They were squirming crazily. Countless bulges appeared on the surface of the gel, as if they were boiling. Then strange life grew out of the liquid... In reality It's hard to say whether this thing is alive.
An inhuman spine protruded from the black water. It seemed to be the spine of a certain beast. From its size, it can be inferred that the beast must be as huge as a tall building, with dried muscle fibers hanging on it, and its intestines like ribbons. Hanging between the ribs, the ribs are like a cage, protecting a large, completely exposed heart. The thick blood vessels are connected to the black water, beating hard and pumping the liquid.
This thing was trembling slowly, as if it was breathing. It looked like a newborn creature, but the man felt that it was more like a disguise of black water, that it was simulating the appearance of a certain life.
The surface of the black water became manic, and countless palms stretched out from the black water. At this moment, the black water was more like a solid mirror, under which it led to another world.
The palms were white, like a woman's delicate and beautiful hands. They were shaking slightly like grass blown by the wind. This was an extremely shocking scene, with thousands of hands shaking together.
A thin bloodshot split from the palm, revealing a pale eye pupil. The black pupil rotated rapidly, and more tiny eyeballs appeared at the edge of the corner of the eye. Tens of thousands of eyes swayed with the palm. .
Dense blood vessels spread all over the bone and flesh, and a ferocious black mouth bloomed from the sarcoma. It swallowed air and let out a hoarse whine. Thousands of voices gathered together and turned into a crazy shout.
The man was retching violently, but there was nothing left in his body, not even his soul. His only eyes were witnessing all this, witnessing this "madness", "darkness", "death" and "fear" ” materialization.
The body sank into the black water little by little. The entire longhouse was burned by the fire. The strong wind carried the ice and snow into it. The black water seemed to have lost its restraints and continued to expand outwards. Weird things were in it. The growth on the planet has corrupted the entire world into a mess...
This is what the soul looks like, this is the darkness under the body, and there are such terrible lives in this beautiful world. The man feels that the pioneer is right, this world should usher in a future where all human beings die.
This is the end of all things.
He sank completely into the black water, which poured back under his shriveled body.
It was unclear whether it was an illusion or reality. In the final moment of death, the man saw countless angels fluttering their wings and falling slowly. They came from the sky with holy white flames.
They seemed to be reaching out to him, as if at the end of this nightmare, waiting for him was the endless banquet in the Hall of Valor, and it seemed like a beautiful paradise.
Ah...Whether it's light or darkness, in short, it doesn't matter, as long as it can free one's sinful soul and leave this crazy world, it doesn't matter.
The man finally thought this way.
Rain of fire fell, turning everything into ashes.
……
The pioneer looked in the direction of the longhouse. Countless angels descended from the sky. Fireworks all over the sky came with them. The instant high temperature melted the icy frozen soil and then burned it into a scorched earth.
Just as the oath said, they have been guarding the fence from beginning to end, abiding by the iron rules set thousands of years ago.
The pioneer witnessed this, then he lowered his head and looked at the holy silver helmet in his hand. Although this thing has been carefully maintained, it has become extremely mottled under the baptism of time, and it is covered with deep dents, some It almost penetrated the helmet and cut through the head underneath.
"I hate staying the same."
The pioneer said suddenly. He was a man of few words. Sometimes he didn't say a word for several years, but at this moment he started talking to himself.
"So what's the difference between now and the past? Adren. The problem has still not been solved, and the world is still terrible."
He put his helmet on, hiding it in the shadows with his hood.
The pioneer left here with a spear and walked towards the mountains in the distance. His figure was so small and lonely in the wind and snow.
(End of this chapter)