"Oh, it's another disillusioned fellow, probably slumped. Maybe I won't be able to last a few more times......" The guy sitting on the stone steps looked up at Lord Ash sitting by the campfire.

"Lord Ash...... Please do not forget the duty of spreading the fire, for the sake of the kings and the ashes......"

The firewoman knelt beside Ember, but her calm words were so earnest and sad.

Ember, who was already in good health, couldn't help but feel pain when he heard the words of the Fire Prevention Girl, because he knew that he had become a person from this world, a person known as the Ash Immortal.

Or the remnants of immortality, as the name suggests, have the attribute of immortality. No matter how fragmented and horrific the death is, he can be resurrected at the campfire.

This is the power of fire, the power of infinite rebirth, but the people of this world call it a curse, a curse of the undead!

Because sometimes, death is often not the worst option, and it is death that many immortals look forward to.

What is the price of immortality? At this time, Ember can feel the touch of the limbs, and has a normal sense of sight and hearing, but it does not have the normal sense of smell and taste.

In other words, he also does not have the concept of "hunger", and it may be that as an immortal, he will no longer have to live by eating food in the future.

Can you imagine what a cruel curse this should be for a foodie? Although Ember doesn't consider himself a foodie.

But the most important thing is that Ember understands that as the undead die again and again, the memories and feelings of both normal humans will disappear.

The end result is a meaningless walking corpse, a living corpse with a modicum of instinct remaining.

No, maybe the only point is to provide the next "Lord Ash" with a little soul power.

Perhaps now that he had been affected by this immortal curse, he no longer complained about his suffering, or pleaded and prayed like a normal human.

Ember was a little calm at the moment, and in the dark he seemed to feel the power in the campfire beside him...... An unstoppable and unshirkable sense of mission arose.

He could feel that the life called "past life", which had gone through more than 20 years of life, was like a world away from the present.

And now, he's the Dark Soul, Lord Ashes without fire!

"Whew...... I am fine. Please get up, my lady. Ember exhaled a breath of turbidity, and slowly straightened up his originally rickety body, like ashes newly born from a coffin, calm and powerful.

"He has returned, my illustrious king."

One of the five thrones standing in front of the campfire in the fire of the fire ritual, the legless dwarf king, the Salary King named Rudos the Vault Dweller, watched it all and muttered.

……

And Ember finally began his journey.

In this age of the last fire, let's call it the "age of the last fire".

Since the beginning of the underground fire, certain life has also appeared. The "king" has obtained their souls and has mastered great power.

This indicates that the Ancient Age of Chaos, the surface age shrouded in mist, with only towering giant trees and immortal dragons, is coming to an end.

Gwen, the Sun King, controls the power of the sun - thunder and lightning; The first deceased tomb king Nit, who was both dead; the witch of Izaris and the daughter of Chaos; And what did the last one, the "king" of the dwarves that no one knew about, get to him?

An outlier among the Elder Dragons, the White Dragon Hiss, who had no Immortal Scales, betrayed the Elder Dragons and informed them of the method of destroying the Immortal Dragons.

At this point, the king led their respective dependents to end the ancient age, and the age of fire followed.

All things have a beginning, and all things will end. Even the ancient dragons, which were as immortal as ancient rocks, were gone......

The flame has a beginning and an end. Even if the gods slaughtered the ancient dragons like the King of the Sun, they could not resist the gradual weakening of the flames......

Gwen turned into fire, the pay-gentry into fire, and the flame was still slowly weakened by that irresistible force.

I don't know how many years, even the eternal and static divine realm like Rodlan can't resist the years, the era of the last fire has come.

……

It was a slaughter that never ended, and Ember swung his sword at the ancient gods who inherited the Initial Flame, driven by the flames.

And he also died countless times on the way to hunt the gods. Even ordinary ghosts with a little bit of soul power can deliver a fatal blow to him in a corner of the unexpected. He could only jump to his feet angrily after being reborn and shout, "The old thief's conspiracy!" ”

Fortunately, immortality is his only backing, and the power of certain prophetic precepts is called "the blessing of the gods" by other ashes.

Ember hadn't eaten food for a long time, and sometimes on the way to battle, he would always think of the taste of those delicious foods in his previous life. Then he was motivated, and he kept encouraging himself to end it all as soon as possible, and he could really get back to life!

In this world that has been barren for a long time, perhaps there is nothing that can move him to tears except for the raw vegetable soup specially made by his best friend.

Haha, thinking of the man in the onion suit, sometimes it's really stupid and cute. Ember finally got some interest in the troubled and strened journey.

Of course, it is not denied that Onion is an infallible teammate, uh...... If only there wasn't that Patchy kid to mess with.

Okay, okay. Patch was a good guy in a way, after all, who told him to befriend Ash's other friend, Greret.

Although no one asked them to say, but the clear-eyed embers could see (brain supplement) the indescribable relationship between the two at a glance, hahaha.

……

“…… However, do you know the true colors of those who are called heroes, that is, the salary kings? For example, that Eldritch, who used to be a priesthood, but kept eating people, it was disgusting. Not only ......, "Hawkwood finally seized the opportunity to strike this arrogant ash.

"Not only was he as fat as a drowning pig, but he was also turned into a muddy mess that flowed everywhere, and he was finally confined to a secluded church. This is the king, are you going to ask me if I am still going to challenge? Ember spoke at an astonishing speed, and then Wood continued to speak, and finally sneered a few times.

“…… Well, it looks like you know everything. It's really a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, oh, this is for you. Hawkwood twitched the corner of his mouth and tossed a heavy gem to Ember.

……

Since Ember picked up a living big tortoise shell from a pile of large tortoise shell corpses from the side of the broken wall, he said that he was Yoel of Longor, and he must let him follow a great king like Ember.

Seeing that he was so earnest, so sincere, and so adoring himself, Ember reluctantly agreed to him. Later, he also vowed to guide the king with real strength.