The flames of the primordial fire have burned brighter and brighter as a large number of souls have been placed in the fireless sacrificial ground. For Huijin, a campfire is something that can be placed as long as there are materials. But the campfires in the sacrificial grounds are different. It's not so much a bonfire as it's a key. It's not just a key, it's a key connected to the furnace that burns with the primordial fire.

And now, with the input of a huge number of souls, especially the high-quality souls led by Odin, the key has been able to turn successfully.

In my heart, I silently recited the ancient words of the ancestors, and then, the space changed. Not only the ashes, but also the Firewoman, Guda, and even Hela and the others were swallowed up by a burst of darkness. When they opened their eyes again, or came back to their senses, the space around them had changed dramatically.

What entered their eyes was no longer the empty, dark and solemn sacrificial ground, but a somewhat gloomy mesa.

It's like an island that has lost its seawater, surrounded by sword-like stone pillars, the broken stone pillars are covered with moss, and there is no so-called sun in the sky, but a two-dimensional parallel black void. A very thin black line hangs down from the hollow, and the surrounding sky is covered with dusky clouds, which is not natural, but a kind of dusk similar to an oil painting, painted by someone.

Monotonous to the extreme, brilliant, but terrifying. This dusk does not seem to be a climatic phenomenon such as weather, but rather a concept closer to "doomsday". Even if you just stand there, you can still feel the despair and hesitation that has become the essence of the richness...... Contrary to the sky, this is an island-like plateau.

The terrace is very gentle, with a few small mounds less than a meter high at most. The land is covered with verdant weeds and dotted with small white flowers. It reflects the vibrant scene of clothes. It was as if there were two worlds, two inseparable worlds, with the despair of the sky......

In the middle of the mesa were extinguished fires and a thin, corpse-like figure in armor.

Hearing that someone was coming, the figure under the armor looked at him.

Temperamentally, this man should be very similar to Ash, but there is a great surprise. That is, the body of this being is full of antiquity, vicissitudes, through the cracks in the visor, and in that darkness, people seem to be stuck in the flames of hero after hero or something else sitting on the throne. The surging flame invades the skin, burning the marrow and soul. The fire is so vibrant that it illuminates the world like the sun.

That's the Salary King.

Use your body and soul as firewood to continue this world, but this is useless. Slowly, the light of the fire became weaker and weaker. No matter how much they burn themselves, the flames will not be able to shine through the whole world as they once did. It seems to illustrate the sadness of the salary king...... No matter how hard you try, what the Salary King continues is just a broken and inevitable era. Gwen painstakingly continued the era of fire, and painstakingly got along with the "passing of fire". After all, it can't withstand the tide of the times, even if it is to put firewood into the fire one after another, it can't withstand the erosion of the deep-sea era after all...... Although the flame has not been extinguished, the firewood has already been wetted......

And the withered figure in front of him is none other than the incarnation of the previous salary kings. No name, no consciousness, just to protect the flame, and to perpetuate the world as the last obsession...... The incarnation of the Salary King.

There was not the slightest mottled flame emblem on his body, and standing there, what he saw seemed to be the sinking of an era.

"The Chosen One...... The fire has been extinguished...... You...... It's late......"

The incarnation of the Salary King intermittently spat out a burst of ancient words from his mouth. He doesn't have an independent mind, because he's more like a manifestation of world consciousness. Even when he said the words that the fire has been extinguished, there was not the slightest fluctuation or fluctuation in his voice, as if all this had nothing to do with him, and he was transcendent......

Looking at the incarnation of the salary king in front of him, for some reason, the ashes also sighed slightly. This is not the first time Ember has seen the Salary King incarnation, when he was passing the fire, Ash also saw the Salary King incarnation. But that is, the incarnation of the Salary King is still a small giant with a height of three meters, and he holds the huge and burning sword in his hand......

And now, the body is thin and withered. Like a extinguished pyre. Even the fire-spreading sword had broken in two, and the ground that had fallen to the side was covered with rust. Scattered vines and flowers are entwined on it, and no matter how you look at it, you can't see the sharpness and brilliance of the past......

He shook his head and didn't answer. The ash slowly walked towards the extinguished fire in front of him...... As if it had just been extinguished, pale white smoke drifted into the air. Then, Ash's fingers touched the flames......

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