Chapter 214 Recasting the Glory of the Dragon

Author: Youdi Xunzong

Chapter 214 Recasting the Glory of the Dragon

Tread! Tread!

Ember stopped and stood in front of the tall stove, staring quietly at the blazing flames inside the stove.

Just knocking over the stove will cause the whole world to burn completely.

Russell was the first to discover this place and built a city here named after the 'Terra Palace' to cover up the existence of the church. He undoubtedly knew of the existence of this place, but the Steam Church may not know it.

Ember wants to burn this world down, and no one will stop it.

But this is not his purpose.

Ember slowly stretched out his hand toward the stove and put his palm into the flames that could burn an entire world.

The next moment, the blazing flames in the furnace instantly 'boiled', like a dancing fire phoenix, crazily gathering towards Ember's palm. The flames in the entire furnace were rolled up, like a raging storm of flames, but this

However, the moment the Tao Storm appeared, it was absorbed by the invisible vortex and did not spill out at all.

Snapped!

The embers were retracted in the palm of the hand, and the originally blazing flames were only a tiny cluster of flames at the bottom of the stove.

The Church of Steam's understanding of the world of painting is obviously insufficient, and there are even considerable misunderstandings.

They even regard the world of painting as a specific place for the demigod promotion ceremony, causing the "vitality" of this world to decline significantly. This ritual of plundering vitality not only causes the desolation of the earth and the drying up of lakes, but also accelerates the corruption of this world.

The flames in the furnace have been burning for a long time, and it will not be long before it pours out, plunging the whole world into a sea of ​​fire. Of course, burning is not necessarily a bad thing, because only the burning of the old world can bring hope for the birth of the new world.

But there is obviously no Painter in the Church of Steam. Once the painted world is burned, it means complete destruction. But the embers absorb the almost overflowing power of the fire, allowing the flame to return to its budding state, which can be regarded as a disguised form.

This world lives on.

Of course, as time goes by, the world will still inevitably slide into corruption. If this situation cannot be reversed, destruction will happen sooner or later. The embers can only delay the arrival of destruction at best. If it cannot be stopped, the flame will ignite again sooner or later.

!

The reason why Yi Yan did this was because he had to pay the admission fee to the Church of Steam.

On the other hand, he also needs the power of fire.

Ember looked towards the back of the stove and towards the end of the chapel.

There is a statue enshrined in the niche in the middle. The posture is like a person wearing a fur coat and sitting cross-legged on the ground. But if you look carefully, you will find that the other person is not crossing his legs, but a thick and long snake tail, and even

Even the 'face' under the cloak is a snake body covered with scales!

Unfortunately, there is no bonfire under the alcove, and there is no way to reach the gathering place from here.

Of course, there is no gathering place in this world, let alone Ring Seal City.

Yi Yan looked around to make sure nothing was missing, then turned and left.

The flickering fire in the stove is extremely weak, but it will never go out, because fire is a part of this world.

As the world slides towards corruption, sooner or later it will burst into flames!

In the church, Karula looked at the embers passing under the statue and asked softly:

"Do you want to leave?"

Yan Yan shook his head slightly, looking away from Karula, and finally landed on the vertical ladder behind the wall on the right.

Under Karula's strange sight, he slowly climbed up the stairs.

Above the stairs is the attic of the church.

Bright light poured into the attic through the beautifully carved windows, illuminating this small room.

The attic looks dilapidated under the erosion of time, and the putty on the walls has peeled off in large quantities under the baptism of time, revealing the red bricks and stones inside. There are also many paintings scattered in the attic, most of which have been rolled up and placed properly.

In the wooden box against the wall on the right.

On the left side against the wall, there are a large number of empty picture frames and a huge oil painting by the window. There is a high stool in front of the oil painting. In a trance, Yi Yan seems to see the high stool.

Sitting on the stool is a petite girl, holding a paintbrush in her hand, her crystal white feet gently swaying in the air, her long silver hair dragging to the ground...

But when he came back to his senses, everything turned into a phantom and disappeared, leaving only the empty high stool in front of him.

But the girl sitting on the high stool has long disappeared.

"Miss." Yi Yan whispered softly.

Karula said something wrong. He didn't only remember the fire prevention girl.

He still remembered the eldest lady and Sister Fried.

Fire girls exist to spread fire, and this is where it all begins.

The eldest lady is the end of everything, and her paintings are used to shelter the survivors of the Deep Sea Age.

He can remember the beginning and end of things, but only the process.

So he doesn't remember Karula, Irina, or anyone else...

But what makes Yi Yan a little strange is that the parts he forgot seemed to be all women.

But he knew the memories of those men very clearly.

The slave knight Gale, the silent knight Horace, the blacksmith Andre, the escapee Hawkwood, Obeck of Behem...even the cross-dresser Gwendelin, and the bitch Patch, all their memories are related to them.

It's quite clear, it has a beginning and an end.

But regarding the memory of women, apart from the fire prevention girl, the eldest lady and Fried, it seems that only some insignificant passers-by are left, such as the maid at the turkey farm and the old woman carrying a lid...

But they are all memories, so why is there such a huge difference? Why is it only a woman?

Yi Yan was silent for a long time, silently walked forward to the high stool, and stared at the painting.

The painting does not show any content, it is just covered with white paint, like a child's random graffiti.

"You smell of ashes. You must be the person Grandpa Gale talked about, right? The person who can make me see fire."

"It doesn't matter. After I finish this, I will go back over there because you opened the door."

"..."

"You are ashes. Because you agreed to Grandpa Gale's request, I want to tell you."

"Thank you. I will use that name as the theme to paint the world. It will be a very cold, dark, and soft painting. One day, it will be a painting that can become a place for someone to live."

"Those who do not understand the flames cannot paint the world; those who are tempted by the fire cannot paint the world."

"..."

Complex thoughts flashed back from his mind one by one. Yi Yan looked forward and looked into the distance through the window. The 'Terra Palace' had stopped not far away. It had not gone far, and seemed to be waiting for Yi Yan to leave.

Return to the original position, that was the last order Russell left for it.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Yi Yan turned around and prepared to leave the attic. There were still not many clues left here.

But before he leaves, he has one more thing to do...

Yan Yan looked at the straight ladder ahead, which was the only way out of the attic.

But behind the stairs, there is still a bonfire, a bonfire that has long been extinguished, leaving only ashes. An iron-black spiral sword is stuck on it, but it has long since lost the warmth it once had, and is cold and dead.

Ember walked to the bonfire and closed his eyes slightly. Unexpectedly, a ball of 'ash' appeared in the palm of his hand.

A long strip of residual ash with obvious traces of smelting.

Or, it can also be called, the remaining fire.

He slowly raised his palm and squeezed it tightly.

Snapped!

The embers were crushed, and fine ashes floated in the air, releasing sparks all over the sky, clinging to the surface of the embers, as if the whole person was burning!

At the same time, Karula's expression changed as she was waiting in the church, and she looked up at the attic above her head.

Fly to the top of the ladder and climb to the attic.

But when she climbed up to the attic, all she saw was an empty room, and the embers that were supposed to be in the attic were gone.

She turned around and saw only a burning bonfire.

The bonfire that had been silent for thousands of years was lit again, no longer cold or dead.

But Karula's expression gradually became calm, her eyes revealed deep reluctance, and she clenched her silver teeth:

"I should have thought of it earlier. Even if this is not the real world of painting, how could they not leave any options behind?"

She finally stood in front of him again, and before she even had time to show him what she had learned in her life, she had already lost it again.

And more importantly, she didn't know where to look!

The power of the first fire can transcend all obstacles, whether it is time or space. Rekindle the embers of the bonfire, and you can go anywhere with the bonfire! Karula believes that the embers will never leave without saying goodbye, so his sudden disappearance can only be because

Bonfires have already had their 'settings' adjusted.
To be continued...