The flames of the Chaos Ruins melted nearly the entire city, and the intertwined roots of giant trees spread to every corner. Orlan followed these roots to what seemed to be the heart of the ruined capital.

Surrounded by countless half-dragon creatures that looked like petrified mutations, Orlan's light steps through the lava and ruins did not alarm them.

Hopefully, it wasn't too late, and Orlan could feel the disgusting aura of darkness not far away, and the power of chaos was getting stronger.

……

"Great Lord of Chaos, Witch of Flame and Destruction, I have come with the sincerity of my master. We just hope you can do us a little favor...... When the time comes, it will definitely make those who think highly of themselves on the ground taste the real pain. All false gods will eventually turn to ashes, and only gods like you are qualified to share the world equally with my master......"

The undead, the undead with black mist all over their bodies, bowed their heads in front of the massive humanoid "plant".

The humanoid plant intertwined with the roots behind it, absorbing the power of the world to sustain itself, as well as the chaotic flames.

Those slender or thick roots suddenly condensed into a palm that covered the sky and the sun, and it seemed that in the next second, this immortal from the abyss could be slapped into pulp.

But it didn't, for the undead were holding an incomparably dazzling mass of crimson-gold souls in their hands.

"It was the sincerity of the hosts. And we don't mean to offend, I guess you need this soul very much, after all, you are not as strong as you used to be. Therefore, this initial soul was given to the souls of the four kings of Little Lund by the original King Gwen......"

The immortal did not panic at all, and held the "treasure" above his head in a grand manner. The roots poked in, slowly enveloping them and removing them.

"You're saying it's not enough? You can rest assured, as long as you help us solve a small problem, the rest of the soul will be offered. But if you kill me now, you may not only lose a powerful ally, but even create more than one terrible enemy......"

The undead seemed to understand the other man's words, and replied slowly.

"What difficulty? It's as simple as melting a slightly larger block of ice with your supreme Chaos Flame. ”

The undead knew the hotbed of chaos in front of them, and said that the chaos monster with the primordial soul had agreed to the deal.

Immediately, he took out the scroll, the space scroll. After a magical aura flickered, a large block of cold ice appeared from it, and it could be seen that a beautiful woman with red hair was sealed in it, and her eyes were closed as if she were asleep.

"Please don't hurt any of them...... After all, she could be our king......"

The hotbed of chaos had no interest in asking the undead and what the abyss behind him was planning, it only knew that the deal was good for it.

Flames, I'm afraid there is no one in this world who understands flames better than it, especially the flames of chaos, except for the old thing that has become a living corpse that has become stupid.

Suddenly, the two wings of the hotbed of chaos, the branches that had been "imprisoned" by the red energy, began to grow wildly, and the two "winged wings" that were burning with flames all unfolded.

They seem to have a consciousness of their own, as if they want to escape or struggle, but in the end they surrender to some supreme hotbed of chaos.

Beginning to condense the light of red energy, the hotbed of chaos knew it would take a little time and a little effort to crack the disgusting ice cube in front of it.

At this moment, not far away, a killing machine accompanied by a thunderous golden lightning flash. There was even a moment when the hotbed of chaos thought that the old thing that wasn't dead had been killed.

Bang! It was only then that the bowstring of the Gough Dragon's Great Bow trembled, and the eerie screams of the Chaos Flanks that were shot apart and sawdust flew straight away, the fire spell was terminated.

"Nope! You can't do this! The undead of the abyss turned and stared at the armored knight with a huge bow and arrow on the rock platform above, roaring.

"Master, please listen to my call, the abominable false god believer with his thunder and lightning is close at hand, I need your strength! ......" Then a chant of incantations began in the mouths of the undead.

Orlan knew that this undead man full of darkness was the dark servant in Ciri's mouth.

But at this time, his gaze was firmly locked on the familiar figure in the ice cube, which made him miss him so much.

"Yulia, I've kept you waiting, I'll kill all these pieces and save you."

Orlan put away his big bow, and didn't care about the undead who was frantically condensing the darkness in front of him, or the monster that was dancing his teeth and claws and began to condense the fire and rain in the sky.

"Storm and thunder, listen to my call! Unknown King, listen to my prayers! In the name of the sun, the glory of the Salary King! ”

Orlan's wolf-riding greatsword was raised above his head, and the invisible storm began to swirl around him, splitting thunder and lightning flashed from the air and entwined with him, and the armor and even the greatsword all over his body were glowing with crimson cracks, and his clothes began to burn at this moment, and the sparks and ashes condensed here!

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For the first time, Oran opened up the world with a power he had never used before.

"Oran! Look at your appearance, you are nothing but a crumbling flame under the lies of the gods, the flame will eventually be extinguished, and the extinguished will be darkness! The undead had completed his ritual, huge horns and long tails growing from the top of his head and behind him, and he roared and raged.

"Manus, we'll meet again. So now, you go and die! Orlan yelled.

In an instant, the entire underground palace was filled with an incomparably hot strong light, this is thunder and lightning, this is the dazzling sun! Oran, who had disappeared in place, was shrouded in golden energy from top to bottom, like a dragon intertwined with thunder and lightning crashing into the tight, small darkness!

It seemed that there was no sound, or any sound that was dispelled by the light, and Manus, who had descended into the undead, roared silently, but in an instant he was completely annihilated.

At this moment, Oran was already standing in the place where the unashamed "Manus" was just now, but "Manus" didn't even have a handful of ashes left.

Orlan raised his sword again, staring at the roots in the center of the field, "Heh, next, it's you." A dryad? Apparently he didn't care that this "dryad" was the so-called hotbed of chaos.

In his eyes, it was just a slightly larger chaotic fire, but he knew that there was an incomparably tempting soul in front of him.

Is that the origin soul of this world, of all flames? ()

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