After cutting the suspension bridge, Vihel turned back and walked towards the church.

The door of the church is symmetrically carved with two entangled snakes, which is another story of fire transmission and the worship of the half-human, half-snake goddess Berga.

The church was not large, it had not been visited for a long time, the floor and tables had been covered with a thick layer of dust, and the wind pouring in from the door had blown the fireworks on the candlesticks so that the church seemed to be bright and dark.

In the deepest part of the church, Sister Fred sits quietly under the idol, which depicts a woman holding a little girl with one hand around her thigh, presumably despairing of hope in the world, and some desperate believers have smashed the idol's head.

Fridde is flanked by a large number of wood-framed paintings, each depicting a nun, depicting her in great detail, whether she is holding a candlestick, writing in meditation, or gazing at the painter.

Removing the Frostbite Ring from her finger, Fried no longer needed to suppress the pain of the flames that were still burning her body, and this cold world was a good place for her to belong.

"Lord Alfrid, I've cut off the drawbridge leading to here." Vihel walked up to the nun and knelt down on one knee.

"Vihle, do you remember why I gave you this sword in the first place?" Fred's head looked up at the flame-based greatsword that the black knight knelt in front of him.

"Remember...... This sword represents the end of our master-slave relationship, as well as separation. ”

"I never thought I would wake up again before I stepped into the furnace," Fried sighed, "so you're no longer my servant, get out of here." ”

"Lord Elfrid, since I have sworn allegiance to you, I will always be your sword until death."

Vehle's expression could not be seen under the cover of the helmet, but his words were very firm.

"Alas—if you insist, then go and guard that girl, she's the adult's child after all, and I don't want her to be hurt."

If Gale had heard Fried's words, he would have known that his worries about the eldest lady were unnecessary.

Vihler did not have the slightest objection to Fried's arrangement, but even though he preferred to stay in the church and serve the other party.

After a few more words, Willow got up and entered the underground passage on the side of the church, and went to the library outside the village below.

It wasn't long before there was a sound of a mechanism rattling in the underground passageway, and with the sound of rocks grinding, the idol behind Fried slowly moved backwards, revealing a downward staircase.

Walking slowly on the cold stone steps, feeling the cold touch on her feet, Fried lowered her head and walked down step by step, the secret room behind the church contained the most important things in this world.

This is a rectangular chamber that is even larger than the church above, with tall candlesticks arranged symmetrically on both sides of the chamber, and the light from the outside world is projected through the vertical windows on both sides of the chamber, through which you can see the raging wind and snow outside, and from time to time there is a cold wind carrying snowflakes falling in through the windows without glass cover, and between the candlesticks is a neat desk with a large number of ancient books.

The neat ground that used to be paved with stone slabs has become potholed, and many of the stone slabs have been turned upside down, revealing the black dirt underneath.

In the depths of the chamber, a golden bowl and basin about the height of a man lay quietly on the ground, and a man as tall as a giant in a gray robe sat hunched over a special wooden chair, his head almost hanging into the golden basin in front of him, as if he were eating from a distance.

From time to time, some sparks popped up from the golden basin, but they were too faint compared to the burning flames. This is the royal weapon that has carried the power of the king's soul, and after the first immortal hero became the king of the salary to pass the fire, the royal weapon that still retains a trace of fire was hidden in this world in the painting.

The instinct of the ashes is to thirst for flames, to fill the body of the soul that is burned and becomes empty, just as it is natural to want to drink water when thirsty.

This instinct made Fried feel bitter from the bottom of her heart, it was not a comfortable thing to be burned by flames, it was to torture the soul until it burned out, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow would make one want someone to kill him as soon as possible.

But what does the burning of again and again bring? There is no hope, and the spread of fire is just a lie of the gods, a conspiracy to stake humanity with this curse and shackles.

As Fried walked up to the king's weapon, a burst of sparks splattered onto her outstretched fingers, and the flame that seemed to feel warm and warm brought a tingle.

"Ah, Fried, here you are, and you see that the flames are about to kindle again, and I feel that they are about to pour out." The priest raised his head, which was quite out of harmony with his size, but his somewhat hideous face was trying his best to maintain a gentle smile, and his two narrow arms were raised and placed on either side of the royal weapon, "I can't extinguish it, what should I do?" ”

"Calm down, Father," Fried clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, desperately enduring the thirst for fire.

The faint spark is alive with her presence, the call of the flames to the ashes.

However, whether it is to pass the fire or usurp the fire, it is not her fate.

What she had to do was to hide this flame forever.

Drops of blood flowed from under the pale knuckles, landed on the stone slab, and slowly converged towards the royal weapon, and the flames burst out again.

"You must have a way, right?" Frede bit her lip and looked at the priest in front of her expectantly, "This is your hometown, it shouldn't be destroyed by fire, and the redrawn world will never feel like home again......"

"Yes, I have a way, I have a way!" The priest looked up excitedly, his whole head almost stepping over the royal weapon to Fred's face, "Blood, my blood, quick, Frid, bring the whip over there." ”

Following the priest's position, Fried picked up a bunch of barbed rose whips from the table in the corner and returned to the priest.

"Smack-"

The priest waved the stalk that he had used to use to awaken by whipping himself to induce an even stronger miracle, and a blood streak suddenly appeared on his body.

Blood dripped from the wounds of the whip and into the royal weapon, and the sparks dimmed.

"Smack-smack-"

More and more blood pooled inside the royal weapon, and the last sparks of the remaining flames splattered like a dying throe, flew in front of Fried, and then vanished.

She slowly let go of her clenched hand, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief without the longing that had arisen from the depths of her soul.

This is where I belong, and I will remain here forever, and I will disappear with this world.

Fried's mind drifted into the distance, as she prepared to guide the Spirit King's sister Yulia from the ashes of the awakening, and Liliannie, the sister of the undead who were still in Longor, sheltering the exiled and hunted immortals.

"I can't go back to my hometown......"