The Collection of The End

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Fire-passing sacrificial field.

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As the spiral sword was inserted, the bonfire in the middle of the sacrificial ground rekindled, making the "theater" that was originally not dark and brighter.

After lighting the bonfire, John turned to look at the fire woman: "Before I go out to catch the salaryman, do you have anything you want me to bring back?"

"[Master Ash, please bring the soul of no master.]" The fire woman replied as expected.

"No, I'm asking about it." John motioned to the crow on the shoulder of the fire girl.

"[...]" The fire-resistant girl tilted her head suspiciously and looked at her shoulder.

"Slippy! Round! Hard!" The crow flapped its wings and called in a harsh voice.

Glass ball? Conna guessed.

"Oh, dragon egg, I will bring it back to you if I find it." John nodded.

It shouldn't be that kind of thing no matter how you think about it! What can a crow do for a dragon egg!

"Then, I'm leaving." John pressed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the fire woman.

"[May Chuhuo guide your path.]" The fire-resistant women's double portable skirt returned a gift.

"I always think she's a bit normal again?" Kang Na asked puzzledly.

"No, it just reacts to certain movements." John replied, raising his arms to make a "strong" movement.

The fire woman raised her hands and clapped.

John pretended that he had a wine glass in his hand and made a toast.

The fireproof girl turned around on the spot.

"Uh..." Conna thought for a while: "So, the message at the door said ‘kneel down’..."

"Kneeling on one knee, she should cover her mouth and chuckle," John replied: "If the guy who does this takes the opportunity to propose, her response will look like a tacit consent."

"You people in another world really know how to play..." Kang Na tried to help her head, but now there is no head to help.

"Anyway, let's take a look at the situation in the sacrificial field first." After the explanation, John did not immediately set off as he promised, but began to take Conna to wander around the fire-passing sacrificial field.

As a "theater", it naturally has a "backstage". The entrance is right next to the stairs extending from the gate, and the internal space is quite large-underneath the stepped "audience seat" that surrounds the theater is all empty.

At the entrance of the "backstage", there is a...an "old fire-resistant woman" who wears clothes that are very similar to the fire-resistant woman but is much older. Under the mask, you can see a wrinkled face and dry lips. .

"Oh, oh, there's a Master Ash," the old woman whispered in a hoarse voice: "My old lady is the maid of this sacrificial place, whether it's weapons, armor, props, or magical things. ..... As long as they are essential items that can help you complete your mission, they are all ready..."

"Free?" Conner asked.

"I'm not doing charity, go grab the soul, and bring it back." The old woman replied.

"But I didn't see where the things you sell are?" Kang Na observed for a while, and found nothing similar to a container next to the old woman.

"Master Ash takes the soul, and then I will pinch the old woman on the spot. Of course, in the process, I will still deduct a little bit. However, the soul is too powerful, and I can't bear the old woman, so I will give it to the exile. Sorgen,'That lame man.' The old woman replied.

"Your mind seems to be quite normal?" Kang Na asked puzzled.

"It won't be long before it's normal," the old woman whispered: "Old woman, I am also an undead. Every time I die, I lose a little memory. Maybe you will become wandering souls next time you come back."

"I thought everyone in this world is like a fire girl..." Kang Na turned around and glanced at the fire girl who was still standing by the campfire.

The old woman also turned her head: "Is the fire-resistant lady? That's terrible, old lady, I just squeeze some soul to make things, and I almost forgot who I am. My lord actually transforms her'soul' through herself. For the sake of'power', if you always retain complete consciousness, I'm afraid that Master Ash will use a few hundred souls casually, it will make her completely lose herself."

"Is there a way to help her?" Conna asked.

"Have you seen those empty thrones? As long as you find the kings and continue to'spread the fire', she doesn't have to work so hard," the old woman replied, "So, Master Ash, you should set out to find the powerful as soon as possible. Soul."

"Oh...thank you." Conna nodded.

"May Chuhuo guide you forward...By the way, your voice doesn't match your appearance." the old woman said.

"That's the spirit behind me." John finally said after watching the play for a long time.

"Who is the spirit behind!"

"..." The old woman was dumbfounded, "Anyway, please go collect souls and bring them back."

"Look, you scared the old lady." John laughed.

"Is that my fault!" Conna's eyes widened-if there is any.

For the time being, leaving the old maid who seemed to be sluggish a lot, John walked into the "backstage" area and started searching around it, and soon found another "merchant", perhaps a businessman.

It was a strong old man with white beard and hair, a face full of flesh, muscles and muscles...

He was standing in front of a blacksmith's tool table with a furnace, an anvil, and a cooling pool, holding a sledgehammer and clanging something.

"Yeah, new face. I am the servant of this sacrificial place. My name is Gray Mane. As you can see, I am a blacksmith." The old man put down the hammer and looked at John. "Are you looking for the King of Salaries? This is not one. For a relaxing trip, you must need a powerful weapon, so..."

When his gaze flicked over the golden sword behind John's back, he was stunned, and his words were stuck in his mouth.

"So?" John asked, raising his eyebrows.

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

"So you're okay, don't bother the old man!" The blacksmith who claimed to be Greymane sat back angrily, and started smashing the embryo on the anvil without looking. Conna watched the hapless embryo with his eyes. The speed visible to the naked eye becomes useless flakes.

Obviously, the blacksmith was very angry that his target customer had a sword better than the best weapon he could make. Unless something special happened, he would basically ignore John. .

John can only shrug his shoulders and continue to explore the background.

Next, they encountered a strange person.

It was a young man wearing black armor with a red cloak, thin body and long black hair. His appearance was still handsome, but he was completely destroyed by the sad color on his face. He covered his head with his hands and muttered to himself.

"Hello?" Since John was only looking at him up and down without stepping forward to greet him, Conna took the initiative to speak.

".....Oh, you are also a guy who can't die," the young man glanced at John with godless eyes. It seemed that there was no wonder why he made a female voice: "I and you are of the same kind, no fire Yu Hui, nothing can be done, and he's still a half-hearted person who can't even die...It's ridiculous."

"Have there been a lot of'Master Ashes'?" Conna asked in surprise.

"Heh...because the flame is about to breathe, the world itself is constantly awakening the powerful ashes to collect souls to continue the flame," the long-haired youth said in a lost and decadent voice: "When they just woke up, they were just like you, conquering everywhere. But in the end, all humanity and memory were lost because of the deaths too many times, so I can only attack living creatures with souls by instinct. It's ridiculous..."

......In other words, the weird robes outside were actually the fire spreaders who were placed high hopes by the fire girl? Conna was a little shocked for a while.

"I'm not the same," she realized that John still didn't seem to say anything, so she continued: "We will definitely be able to bring the salary kings back."

"Hahaha!" The long-haired young man suddenly laughed: "A group of unsuccessful guys are going to find the King Salary? Still want to bring the King back to the moldy throne? Those people are all heroes who spread the fire! We! How can such a guy who can't keep up with them at all can do it?"

"You're the kind of coward who just gives up after a few failures! I want to give you a bad name," Conna hummed, "just call it'Frustrated Brother'!"

"It's not bad at all." John interrupted.

"I worked hard! I worked hard! But I can't do it anyway! Am I going to continue to die! I promise that adult will not forget him!" The frustrated brother roared angrily, but It's not like facing John or Conner, it's more like facing incompetent self.

"Okay," John raised his hand to stop Conna from continuing to line up: "Some people have handicapped hands and can't play action games by nature. It's not hard work to use it."

"Hmph, okay, turn around and ask him which BOSS he is in, throw the soul of the BOSS to him before taunting." Kang Na replied.

"A person like me...A person like me..." The young man covered his head again and started muttering to himself.

John ignored him and continued to explore the "backstage" with Conner.

Although the interior of the Fire Passing Sacrifice is large, almost all of the space is empty. Only the old maid, the old blacksmith and the "frustrated brother" are there, and they don't seem to be very talkative. In addition, although some have been found The doors leading to other places are all locked.

Finally, John and Conner circled around and walked out of the original entrance.

"What should I do now, are we going to find five "Salary Kings" to come back and "spread the fire"?" Kang Na asked.

"No, in fact, there are four," John gestured to the throne in the audience, "Remember? Only four were unwilling to spread the fire."

"Yeah, the old lady said that there is a ‘Sorgen the Banished’." Conna looked up.

I saw that on the smallest throne on the left was sitting a weird man with a small body, a bald head and a thin, torn gown.

"Oh, you are the ashes of the fireless,'King Explorer', right? I'm Sorgen the Exile. You may not believe me, I'm the king who once passed the fire, and this is still suffering from the flames. His body is iron proof."

When Conna boarded the audience and walked halfway around to reach the throne, the weird took the initiative to speak.

body? Conna heard the words and began to observe the weird man on the throne.

He looks like a skinny old man with a very big head and a bald face. He is dressed in dilapidated condition, but he can vaguely see a black robe of excellent material, and whether it is the robe or his exposed arm, there are a few of them. Traces of flames glowing with a faint red light roamed around.

Surprisingly, these strange flames didn't seem to burn anything. After swimming, the traces they walked would return to their original state, but the burning part was scorched.

"Is this what happened to the'Xinwang'?" Kang Na couldn't help but sympathize.

"Don't be fooled, this is the state of'excess fire', which means that he still has'firewood' to burn. What is really burnt is the state I just crawled out of the grave," John snorted coldly: "Moreover, He didn't take the initiative to spread the fire, but was dragged back by someone breaking his leg."

Huh? Conna subconsciously cast her gaze on the bald old man's legs and found that it was empty.

"Who can interrupt the leg of a'Salary King'?" she wondered.

"Monkey, the guy who left the message, and even the'Yulha No. 2 Type B'can do it by themselves-I mean the fireproof girl who is out of her current state." John responded.

"Oh... don't worry, I won't leave this place, because I am the king, and this place is my throne." Zolgen the exile responded, completely ignoring what John and Conner said, "Break the leg." "Unexpectedly.

On this point alone, it is indeed a bit of a kingly demeanor.

"Suddenly I have a bad feeling." John looked at Sorgen for a moment, then suddenly went around behind his throne to check.

When Conna followed curiously, she saw a line of text spelled out by a thin flame behind the throne.

They are not any kind of words in Kang Na's impression, but Kang Na can clearly know its meaning:

["Exile" Maric Sorgen. 】

Strange name.

Before Conner could say anything, John strode to the throne next to him.

"Do you want to know the enemy's name in advance? It should be useless." Conna said floating behind.

"No... that's more important than you think." John walked behind the new throne and leaned over to observe.

Since the flames did not ignite, it took a little effort to find the name of the seat owner and identify its contents.

[City of Sin Karma-"The Giant King" Ivan the Terrible]

"Well, it's also a strange name." Conna tried to recall its origins to no avail.

"Haha, haha." John gave a dry smile of unknown meaning, and then walked quickly to the other throne.

Surely they must have discovered some laughter that only their surreal existence can understand, right?

Conna followed behind John, thinking boredly.

Next, John reviewed the text behind the other three thrones one by one. They are:

[Watcher of the Abyss-"The Army of the King"]

[End of Blood-The Holy King of Uruk]

[Secluded Church-Gil de Rey who devours the saint]

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