The feathers exploded until they turned into a pillar of light and poured down, and Orlan finally reached his limit after dodging thousands of attacks. The light of these divine spells easily pierced and burned out Oran's cloak, followed by leather armor.

In the blink of an eye, all the equipment in Orlan's body was shattered, and he could only use the power of his flesh to directly withstand the baptism of this scorching and violent energy.

Oran's skin was not directly burned under the impact of the light feathers, but gradually turned from a translucent white color to a red-hot soldering iron, and even his long silver hair was about to melt like a trace of red-hot Mithril, and the vertical pupils that looked like dragon's eyes were as golden as a bath in fire.

But only Orlan himself knew that his body was suffering from high temperatures that could incinerate normal human flesh in an instant, his blood had become boiling from the inside out, his muscles, bones, and internal organs were endlessly necrotic and reborn, and the discarded matter from his body quickly overflowed from the surface of his body in a black substance visible to the naked eye, and then stagnated.

So much so that Oran's spiritual world was twisted and changed under the heat, and he even saw things that only existed in his mind, whether they were dead or lost, they were like the largest rolling boulder that ran over his every nerve over and over again.

Oran's body is struggling to maintain this balance, a balance between death and rebirth, collapse and reconstruction. And the reason why he has been able to maintain this state is all due to the invisible and inaccurate "vessel" in Oran's body.

Contained in the vessel is a source of energy that supports the infinite "burning" of Oran's body, or a special substance that can simply be called a "soul".

It would be nice to say that the largest energy carrier in this world is the soul, because the material basis of thousands of lives in this world is the soul. And whenever a life dies, its soul will also be freed from the shackles of the body, and finally escape between heaven and earth.

Only the most special beings, destined to accept the choice of fate, have the qualifications to control the power of the soul. Souls can burn, probably because souls come from fire.

Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a group of people who took control of the flames and gained souls.

Now, Orlan is surviving in this world as he is infinitely closer to that group of people, and his presence may not be an accident.

……

Orlan knew that he wouldn't last long, and sooner or later he would be burned to ashes, would he still die here after all? I couldn't help but think of the old body lying in a pool of blood with his entire chest pierced, and he couldn't say anything at that time.

But he still kept his mouth open, letting streams of blood flow...... Orlan knew what he wanted to say, and he knew that he had always wished he could be free from the control of his so-called fate.

However, Orlan did not listen to him after all, and still chose to destroy those who should have died, or also destroy himself.

Perhaps his greatest wish was to make Orlan an unknown hunter, and then watch Orlan marry a wife, and when they had children, they would buy a house together in the town of Odingenan, and watch the sunset and the mountains.

Killing all the damned people, Orlan was not saved, probably because he never believed in any gods. Or just dying.

Orlan knelt in the flames, the great black crystal in front of him, the only thing left after killing the one-eyed owl. He'd always worn it with him, but now all his clothes were burned and Sombra had fallen out. This magical and alluring thing is not afraid of such heat.

Through the pure black crystal plane, Oran could even see his own face, and not only his own face.

I don't know when, it turns out that their figures have been engraved in the bottom of his heart, and he can't forget them. Oran's heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of sadness, sadness, or reluctance.

I don't know when, it turns out that my heart can accommodate so many emotions...... Orlan reached out and pinched the cold-to-the-touch black crystal.

Whether they are laughing and scolding, or they are angry and angry, they accidentally broke into his lonely and gray world, and suddenly, it turned out that this place had already become so gorgeous.

A lonely person, once he gets rid of his solitary self, will yearn more and more for those times full of life and breathing. Suddenly, I noticed the melody of their hearts beating, the sound of breathing in their ears, or the eyes that never lacked trust and attachment were always with them.

It may be too late to realize their "existence", but only in this life can not be disappointed, and must not give up.

Click--The black crystal in his hand began to crack, and Oran felt the trembling energy sealed in the black crystal whispering and talking, eager to break free from this shackle and bondage.

Bang——!

An invisible impact swayed out from the center of the angelic pillar of light, and the four knights and the bishop were unsuspectingly drowned in the impact.

"Nope! No! No! How is this possible? How is this possible! The bishop's red robe burned in the scorching light, smoked and tattered. His ornate and towering crown had fallen somewhere, leaving only the scorching, spark-dancing hair scattered above his head.

Why? He had seen the damn creature ignited in the light, even turning into a charred and curled mass of scum, but why did he stand up again?

The Bishop borrowed the scepter in his hand to cast the strongest barrier of holy light to block this violent energy, otherwise the four corpses lying on the ground, already shriveled and scorched like the undead, would have ended him.

The crowd had been stunned by the sudden shock and tremors, and they might have thought that what would be left behind after the Light might be nothing more than a pile of ashes, or even ashes. After all, they had never seen such a powerful miracle, and from a long distance they could feel the scorching harshness that came from the sunlight and seemed to burn everything.

Lillian and the three knights who stood in her way also stopped their swords, unlike the three knights' lost souls, as if their faith had collapsed.

Lillian cried with joy, thinking that she was going to lose Orlan forever, the friend who helped her out of her predicament and gave her courage and warmth. Oran performed miracles again because he shattered the miracle of God.

……

Ashes? He had forgotten the word for too long, because it was still unknown to the world.

Orlan was silent, looking at the solidified black substance on his palm, which he could shake off with a little force.

Ashes...... It turns out that I am ashes!