What the hell is going on?

The change came so suddenly that Amy Ulysses lacked realism until now.

But it didn't matter whether he had a sense of reality or not, and although there was no warning of death, the boy didn't think that the creepy black and purple tentacles that imprisoned his limbs were just trying to bring him back as a guest, and he didn't believe that the empty darkness in front of him would be a good place.

So...... What's next?

The young Gloryers narrowed, and the sound of something damp and dark could be faintly heard in the darkness of the invisible object, and their greed and longing for the living flesh could be felt even through the half-torn trench coat on their bodies.

What to do?

The body can't use the strength, it's not that he's cursed, it's not that he doesn't have the strength, it's just that he can't use the strength, as if he is being held by several masters who are proficient in grappling, and he can't find a force point in his whole body, he is completely like a man...... No, it's a rag doll that can be fiddled with by tentacles, and there is no room for resistance.

Only him, of course.

Even in the face of such an unfavorable situation, Amy's heart did not waver in the slightest.

Not a rock-solid will, but simply based on ...... Ease.

Death Omers may not have done much to defeat such enemies, whose exact form is difficult to describe, but he has a trump card that can turn the tide of victory.

That's the Short Sword Dark Blood.

The ancestors used it to slash through the darkness and chaos of the sword of light and flame.

and the first fire.

The newborn fire that pulsated in his chest was the last vestige of the Hemtika fire left in the world.

If the situation is slightly wrong, he will open the seal on the dark blood of the short sword as soon as possible, and stir up the nascent fire that beats with his heart, even if there is no ancestor to cut through the power of the dark chaos and clean up a sealed monster in the territory of order, it should not be too much of a problem...... Right?

The reason why he unconsciously gave birth to uncertainty here is actually very simple - the boy suddenly discovered the blind spot of his own cognition - the monster sealed by the three chains...... Improbable, though, it was not what he had glimpsed in the harbingers of death, the unspeakable horror that dragged the whole of Hemtika into the abyss known as destruction.

Probably not.

This kind of thing is as incredible as playing a game out of the novice village and turning left and directly encountering the hidden boss of the big map.

Although it is not clear why there is a novice village in the game, and what the strategic-level materials such as the large map have to do with this, and it is not clear what the hidden Both refers to, but the thoughts that flashed through his mind undoubtedly reflected his worries.

What if?

Once this thought is born, it lingers as if it has taken root in my heart.

And as time passed, this panic, this uneasiness, like the approaching footsteps of death, made the haze in Amy's heart more and more intense.

Wrong.

Even if the death premonition had not been warned, he did not feel the danger of the tentacles dragging him downward, but ...... He was like a little white rabbit who had entered the hunting ground of fierce beasts, and it was clear that the predator did not show malice towards him, but the innate survival instinct of the living body kept shouting:

Let's go, get out of here!

Not an illusion, I'm afraid.

Still, to feel the instinctive fear of the body in the face of something beyond comprehension, the Glory One was sure of this, though it was not clear what secrets lay beneath this near-endless darkness, but...... You only have one life, so there's no need to risk your life.

Thinking so, he finally made up his mind.

- Take a deep breath.

The heart throbbed violently like an erupting volcano, and the thudn-born fire in the chest cavity jumped high with a "bang" as if it had been added to an excess of firewood.

Then, the boy opened his eyes.

The pitch-black pupils reflected the raging red flames, and the whole person emitted light and heat like a smaller sun, and the black-purple tentacles wrapped around the body seemed to encounter some kind of natural enemy at this moment, twisting the body under the brilliant scorching sun, and rolling downward.

If you want to run, it's not that easy.

Amy didn't miss the opportunity, as soon as her body regained its mobility, she grabbed a tentacle that was eager to retreat, and then watched it struggle and shrink under this far less intense light and heat, until it finally burned into a black ember.

What kind of monster is this?

Is it an extension of some being's body, or something evil lurking in the darkness.

There is no bottom in the heart of the glorious.

But now he didn't care about this time, after activating the nascent fire that couldn't stop beating in his chest, he felt that his state was stronger than ever, even if he knew that this was just an illusion after suddenly gaining strength, but for a moment, he did feel that he was ...... None, so, no, can.

I have to say that using a powerful force that does not belong to oneself is indeed easy for people to indulge in.

But Amy has reason to believe that once the price to be paid for awakening the nascent fire is announced, even the most undetermined person will need to think twice before using it.

Because—

In exchange for this power, the sacrifice is the life of the user.

This made him a little embarrassed - to put it bluntly, with his current combat power enough to occupy a place in Khmtika, it was a pity...... Compared to the other Descendants of Glory, his shortcomings are too obvious - the death aura that can only be activated passively, the sword that slashes through darkness directly fueled by the blood of order in his body, and this firstborn fire that directly burns life, life force, or anything else as firewood.

If you really want to run into an opponent who is very poor, you can't even run away.

It's just that there's no need to worry too much, if you really encounter any dangerous situation, although whether it is the firstborn fire that beats with the heart, or the sword of light and flame that awakens to slash the dark chaos, it will cost you extremely heavy to use it, but it is too insignificant compared to only one life.

Although he seems very unqualified to say this...... But that's exactly what he was thinking.

The more you experience death, the more you realize the preciousness of life.

As he mentioned in his conversation with Ignati: life is a person's greatest capital, no matter poverty or hardship, no matter how abused or criticized, even if even dignity is trampled on the ground, as long as he lives, no matter how humble he lives, there is hope for the future, and there are infinite possibilities.

When a man dies, nothing remains.

For some reason, Amy couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought of the traveler who had died under his sword—but the next moment, he brushed away the dust from his heart and turned his attention back to the treacherous space he was in.

Then he frowned.

Darkness, still boundless darkness.

Although he had awakened the firstborn fire, in this empty and void dead darkness, he was as weak as a lone firefly, burning himself under the long night with no end in sight, lighting up a cluster of insignificant ethereal flames, ethereal flames of light that faltered at any moment in the darkness.

But what is even more unbelievable is the distortion of space, although he did not step on anything, he did not lose momentum and fell down, still strangely maintained in mid-air, strangely standing in the void - but the simple weirdness could not make the boy feel tricky, what really made him frown was the spatial inversion that existed here, or the confusion of perception.

You may not notice anything if you stand still here, but once you move your position, whether upward, left, right, forward, or backward, you will eventually dive towards the bottomless abyss under the guidance of some mysterious force.

The further down you go, the closer you are to death.

Unlike before, the boy who awakened the nascent fire was already faintly aware of a sleeping presence in the abyss.

It was an absolute terror, a formidable enemy that could never be encountered.

Looking into the abyss beneath him with fear, the actual darkness seemed like a wriggling chaos in his dark eyes that burned with flames, and it was the unspeakable chaos evil that he had glimpsed in the harbingers of death, which made Hemtika the culprit of the earthly dead realm.

There's no way around it.

Even if he sacrificed the Shortsword Dark Blood while burning his life to awaken the firstborn fire, he didn't have any confidence that he would be able to do even the slightest damage to the monster that had destroyed Hemtika that he had glimpsed in the Death Harbinger—it was completely beyond imagination, and the existing hierarchy of humanity was a complete joke to it, and even the strongest person he had ever seen, the young girl who seemed to have a special place among the Dark Lords, with the name of Pandora, could not bear a direct look from it.

So, draw your sword!

Amy Ulysses sighed softly, then whispered the activation key.

"Westeria Sorin. ”

Almost at the same time as the words fell, an unprecedented bright light pierced the entire darkness, and the young man with the sword in one hand could feel the joy of the firstborn fire in his chest as if he had received some kind of inspiration and unprecedented activity, and he could also feel that the sword of dawn he was wielding had undergone some kind of extraordinary change under the blessing of the firstborn fire—an endless stream of power poured out of his chest, dispersed into the limbs, dispersed into the blood of the whole body, and then turned into light, turned into heat, and turned into raging firewood!

Then, swing the sword -

The darkness of the sky is like a watermelon in a summer festival, simply split in two, and the blazing light directly infects the world above the world as if it were day.

And in the middle of the shattered world, the boy always had a cold face and did not move.

"It's ...... to play Dafa"

Looking at the grand scene in front of him, Amy Ulysses couldn't help but whisper to herself, but in the next moment, the look on her face froze, not to mention her body, the cold to the bones almost froze his mind.

In the midst of the great terror that transcends life and death, he is faintly aware of the attention of a certain being.

And...... Helpless anger.

So it became clear in an instant.

- This is a greeting from below the abyss.