Walk through sandy wilderness, across dry and cracked riverbeds, leap over lifeless seas of death, and finally come into view of the vast expanse of glaciers.

This is a white world, and the icy cold wind mixed with ice and gravel reverberates in this snow-white world.

Blizzards never tire of raging in the area, and the visibility of the entire snowy world is less than five meters.

In the corner of this vast glacial plain, there is a small snow mound covered by wind and snow, but unlike ordinary snow mounds, this snow mound is about two meters high.

Around the perimeter of the small snow hill there are hundreds of pure black sweepers, who sit or stand in a surrounding pattern to protect this special small snow hill.

The sweepers were silent, silent, silent, except for the whirring of the cold wind.

The cold wind was howling, and I don't know how long it had been, the small snow mounds that had been guarded by the sweepers suddenly trembled, and the next moment the thick snow slid down, and a pale golden light curtain reflected the vision of all the sweepers.

In the light curtain, the young man in the white priest's robe had a faint smile on his face, and he saw an orange flame exuding mysterious power suspended in his hand, and the swaying firelight revealed a thick and vast ancient aura.

This is the tinder.

Edwardto held the spark of the last altar on the continent of Rhea, and finally saw his hand flip, and the spark that exuded a mysterious aura disappeared.

The words on the orb flickered, and the number of altar fires recovered was refreshed again.

[Sweeper's Tinder Recovery: 230/231]

There was only one last altar left, and Edward let out a long sigh, and the last altar had fallen. The old priest Amos, for his part, said that he was about to begin the reconquest of the last altar.

……

On the western continent of the planet Saduon, the old priest Amos stood on a hill, quietly staring at the battle situation in the distant wilderness that was still in the midst of a confrontation.

A dark green flame burned fiercely, more than a dozen huge stone giants formed a defense line similar to a city wall, tens of thousands of various ember monsters were entrenched at the feet of the stone giant, and a fierce cold wind came from this dark green camp.

On the other hand, it was a black tide that pressed the black tide, and a pair of scarlet eyes like rubies flickered in this black trend.

The battle is about to begin, and the oppressive feeling of war pervades the region.

At this moment, a loud wolf howl sounded, and the war began!

The black torrent is ordered, attack!

The black wolfhound was running wildly, and the powerful soul fluctuations erupted in waves, causing a small storm.

In the eyes of the old priest Amos, the torrent of green and black was in contact, and the corners of the old priest's mouth rose slightly, and the game was stable!

Almost instantly, the black torrent easily crushed the defensive line of the embers, and the monsters burning with dark green flames were knocked to the ground one after another by the erupting sweepers, and finally crushed into a slag under the torrent!

No embers could stop the pace of the black torrent, and the army of nearly 30,000 sweepers directly sounded the death knell of the end for the embers here.

Everywhere you go, the embers crumble!

The embers besieging the last altar suffered a devastating blow, and the dark green fire rain in the sky seemed to sense the miserable situation of the embers, and the dark green fire rain seemed to be in a hurry at this moment, it became denser and faster.

When I looked up, the green flames were pouring down like a torrential rain.

However, it was too late, and the speed of ember appreciation brought by the dark green fire rain was completely unable to catch up with the killing speed of the sweepers!

The dark green rain of fire fell, converging and condensing into embers, and then as the embers struggled to get up from the ground, dozens of sweepers who were waiting for the rabbit attacked in an instant, and the core of the embers exploded in an instant.

Faced with an army of sweepers, the newborn embers didn't even have a chance to stand up!

The outcome of the war was determined from the very beginning, and there was no suspense in this battle!

Throughout the past dozens of hours, the sweepers who have been pressed by the embers have been beaten, and with more and more companions, the sweepers have completed the counterattack in the later stage, and they are now pressing the embers all the way!

This change in the tilt of the war was certainly very pleasant for the sweepers, and the years of being crushed by the embers evaporated.

However, this happy mood began to change at some point, and Amos could sense the emotions of his temporary comrades, and the mood of the sweepers changed halfway through the battle to regain the fire.

Their spirits began to shift from high to low.

Now that the ember monsters on the side of the last altar had been cleared, the mood of the sweepers of the old priest of Amos had also fallen to the lowest point, and a wail like a whimper sounded, and finally it became a wail.

The Sweepers are mourning, mourning the end of their world, mourning the imminent passing of the history of the planet beneath their feet.

Once the Tinder is reclaimed, the sweepers will follow the will of the world and the old king, and leave the land where they will fight for the rest of their lives.

The old priest Amos silently looked at his temporary comrades-in-arms, and a light of pity appeared in his eyes, these people were poor people, and their homeland was about to be destroyed.

Seeing the destruction of his hometown, the old priest also experienced it when he was young, when the town he lived in was destroyed by the wandering depraved cultists, and he was the only one in the whole town who survived because he ran to the back mountain because of his greed.

Parents, relatives, and homes disappeared into the blood-red flames of sin, and the old priest knew the feeling of grief and helplessness as he could only watch all this happen.

Helpless, confused, unwilling, desperate......

After a long silence, the old priest remembered the kind old man who stretched out his hands to him, and remembered the words of the old man that made him remember for the rest of his life, 'Go away, son, come with me, come home with me, go back to our church, and the church will be your home from now on.' ’

The old man's name was Linda, and he was the guide who led the old priest into the ancient Ya Cult.

The old priest shook his head to clear himself from his memories, and he turned to look at his new companions.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty will give you a new world for you to live in, and believe me, there will be no suffering or sorrow in that world." The old priest stretched out his right hand and stroked the hair of the sweeper beside him, his eyes shining with confidence.

While Edward didn't know when his asylum would be established, Edward's old priest Amos was already convinced of Edward.

The Cult of Ancient Asia is a wonderful Holy See, the Ancient God is also a benevolent and excellent ruler, and Archbishop Edward is also an excellent leader.

By this time, the old priest Amos was full of reverence for Edward.

Archbishop Edward was the embodiment of their god, and in this trial, Amos clearly felt that his soul had been completely cleansed.

Saving the lives of a world, this extraordinary encounter gave the old priest Amos a further understanding of his path as a priest of the ancient Yagod.

He traveled millions of miles to witness one apocalyptic scene after another, putting salvation into action and bringing the gospel to the hopeless. All of them speak of the greatness and good intentions of their God.

"You are the embodiment of love, you are the god of salvation, you are the eternal and exalted Lord. Thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as in heaven......"

Retracting his gaze from afar, the old priest Amos looked down at the flickering orange-red flame suspended on his right hand, and the old priest Amos looked calm, his hands were gently folded and clenched in prayer.

The last altar fire disappeared, and at the same time, on the quest page in the eyes of the old priest Amos, the altar fire recovery data list was updated again.