What does it mean to be truly alive?

Blaze.

A prairie fire was ignited, and the plain of Bussot turned into a raging sea of fire, the crimson light shining brightly, and the sky was reflected in a red color.

A child stands in the middle of the plain, with the flames as his plaything and the flames as his servants, who ignite the endless 'weed' parasitic plants that once haunted the plains of Bussot and burned all the pest-based monsters that lodged in them to ashes.

Confused, he was worshipped as a god by the peasants of the Bussot Plains, the burning blood of the king heralded the emergence of a future powerhouse, and the child's parents watched him with complicated and expectant eyes.

Everyone has expectations for the future, but the children are confused and uneasy.

The lush shrubs, the vibrant life, the intricate and ingenious caverns and nests, the subtle systems of symbiosis, all of them were destroyed by him with a little fire. Obviously, the life of this plain is so bright and green, but it has been turned into nothingness by itself.

Oh, yes. It's a must. People need to plough the land, they need crops, they need to live, so they need to destroy other lives.

The peasants shouted and worshipped, as the flames burned up the weeds and fertilized the earth, and the coming year would be a good harvest. The father was also excited, because of his talent, they had the hope of returning to the royal blood.

Life is destroyed, and the flame is so bright, it seems that the greatest meaning of life is the brilliance of the destruction.

"Father, why do you want to burn so many lives?"

"Because these are weeds and pests. If we want to live, we have to kill them. ”

"What's the difference between us? Can others kill us if they want to live? ”

"Hmm...... Because we have thoughts. Are thinking human beings? ”

This question is difficult for even the child's father to answer, he has no culture, although he has royal blood, but it has been quite thin for several generations. He attached great importance to this atavistic child, so he thought seriously: "If we have to say, we are a little more important than these weeds and mice." ”

"As for others trying to kill us, we will kill us too."

It's all the same.

In the middle of the pitch-black plain, in the midst of the endless ashes, the child looked up at the sky, and the sun shone on all things, not changing by the movements of any creature on the earth, not flickering by anyone's worship and cheers.

For it, everything that happens on the earth must be the same.

No matter who survives, no matter who dies, the sun will not be any brighter, nor will it be any darker.

"Uninteresting."

He whispered to himself.

Born in the plains of the basin surrounded by mountains, Dustil Abasarom grew up living with his father, a forester, who was the royal blood on the fringes, and who had no chance to gain more power as a test subject, but only managed the farmers and hunters in this remote mountainous area, and became the master of the mountain beasts.

From an early age, Dastyl saw many different kinds of life and grew up in a vibrant nature.

But he doesn't feel the 'real feeling of being alive.'"

The apes wander in the woods, foraging for food. The Monkey King leads the herd, avoids powerful enemies, allocates resources, and leaves offspring, day after day, like machines.

There are even monkeys who have been driven by the monkey king all their lives, and they can't even leave their descendants in their lifetime, so they can only work hard for the group to death...... They search, eat, sleep, cycle day and night, and time passes, until they eventually turn into corpses and bones, losing all traces of the world.

Is this alive?

What about the peasants of the plains without the jungle? Those old farmers with calluses on their hands and feet, they have cultivated all their lives, they have harvested all their lives, they have worked in the dirt all their lives, and they have cultivated more land. They left behind their descendants, who were also farmers, day after day, year after year, and eventually the entire plain of Bussot became the arable land of the Flying Flamelands, and there was still so much land for them as farmers, and so much for the harvest and taxes.

Yes, a single mutated weed and atavistic rat plague can restore the entire plain of Bussot to its original state—the farmers have been reclaiming it for decades, and it will be restored to its original state overnight.

In the end, he was burned to ashes.

Back and forth, nothing has changed.

So, what is the difference between the monkeys in the jungle and the humans in the plains?

The human mind, the human wisdom, the human sense of being alive...... Where, exactly?

Due to Dashtil's amazing talent, they were summoned back to the Flame Land, and their father became a warrior in the Flame Land, following the orders of his great-grandfather, the twelfth son of the Flame King.

His father was overjoyed, for it was his glory and a great opportunity—Dastir needed resources to grow up, which could not be obtained in the countryside of the plains of Bussoter, and could only be obtained by becoming a warrior in the Flame Lands through a fight between life and death. He never doubted his child's potential, and as long as he was allowed to grow up, his flame would make the whole world look at it.

The young children watched as the samurai left the court, and watched the samurai leave the court, which was his father, uncle, and uncle. These king's heirs, who have the blood of kings and seem to be more noble than farmers and hunters, are no different from the driven monkeys, the worker bees that leave the nest. If they want more food, power, and treatment, they can only make meritorious deeds.

They fought hard, the warriors of the Flamelands at war with the Far Shore Island, against the Seven Cities Alliance, against the Empire, and against their own people within the Flamelands. Although Abasarom and Nemathas are one, there are still huge internal disputes.

The child understood all this, and he waited in his mother's arms for his father's return, waiting for him to step over the doorframe.

But his father did not return, and the man died a splendid death.

According to the only surviving uncle, the man dragged one of the Empire's chief knights with his own life, causing the constructed knights to rain down enough firepower to wipe out the mountains, leaving them with mortal wounds.

It's worth it. They said. Life should burn like this, and that man is worthy of the blood of the abyss.

Are you sure? The child thinks so. Is life really supposed to be used like this, just a moment of brilliant burning?

Looking at the black and white photos of his father, listening to his mother's crying, and the praise and flattery of others, the child recalls the days when his father walked and laughed in the jungle with him.

Those days, those days......

In those days, like the field that I had lit when I was a child, all the green and life had turned into nothingness, and finally lost all color under the scorching heat and turned into ashes.

Thanks to his father, Dustil grew up well, and as a young man, he was strong enough to become a warrior in the Flame Lands.

He went on a mission with his brothers, sisters and uncles, and was dispatched by the King of Yanyuan together. They assassinate enemy leaders, attack the rear, confront them head-on, or infiltrate enemy territory as special operations squads in wartime...... They gather intelligence, steal precious supplies, and outmaneuver difficult counterparts.

Of course, they will also eradicate the demonic beasts in the territory and eliminate the bandits in the country. They will suppress the rebellious civilians, and they will also fight against natural disasters.

A warrior of the Flame Lands, the heir of the Flame King...... They are like a giant beehive, everyone is running to become kings, and the vast majority of people, all their lives, are nothing more than worker bees fighting for the hive.

Dustel was bored by all this.

His most common mission is to kill people. It was no different to him than the plains that lit Bussoter. He killed many people, the elite warlocks of the Far Shore Island, the heavily armored swordsmen of the Seven Cities Alliance, and the elite knights of the Empire...... He often picks the toughest-looking opponents and returns alive every time.

Mortals often say that there is a great terror between life and death, and some people say that there is a great thrill between life and death, and no matter who you are, you can find the meaning of your life from it.

But for him, there is no fear or pleasure between life and death, and his killing is like igniting weeds, and there is no difference between enemies and weeds, they will all turn to ashes, they will all nourish the earth, and the world will still not change.

The monkey is still a monkey, the farmer is still a farmer, the Flame Land is still the king and the warrior, and the nobility rules the people, and the sun will not be brightened or dimmed by it.

Where is the real feeling of being alive? How brilliant is it that people can kill other lives at any cost, just to live a few more days?

What the hell am I ...... Why does it exist?

Known as the Immortal of the Abyss, the Ashes of Bussoter, he grew in fame as he slain more and more enemies, until the King of the Abyss cast his eyes to surprise his talent and strength, and gave him a final test.

On that occasion, for the first time, Dastyl encountered the unkillable.

You can't kill it no matter what, you can heal it with a sword slash, and you can regenerate it with a fire burn. The more he attacked, the more tenacious he became, and the more he burned out, the more thorough he became.

His skill was so great and his strength that for the first time in front of him, Dastyl felt the 'real feeling' that he was going to die.

Yes, yes! That's how it feels!

Why do I want to live? There must be a reason, there must be an answer!

His flames grew even louder, and Dustel scorched the unkillable enemy like a fiery storm that swept through the heavens and the earth—he burned his own life, destroying and igniting at all costs.

He's going to turn everything to ashes.

It's just that the man has always been standing.

Savaga Nemasas. The genius of the Sands, the strongest of the younger generation of the Nemathas bloodline.

His will is strong, and his ability to regenerate is strong enough to stand up to the flames of Dustyr.

"Isn't it painful?"

The man asked, "You were burned by me like this, what is it that keeps you alive?" ”

"The Flamelands need me."

The shell had turned to charcoal, and the pitch-black man walked out of the flamestorm, his tired gaze extremely determined: "Dustel, can't you hear the flames crying?" ”

Cry?

Crying?

At this moment, the flame rising in the man's heart, which wanted to burn everything, stopped.

He turned, the man turned, the boy turned, the child turned around, looking back at his past.

Oh, yes. Whoever it is, it's crying.

Those apes, those peasants, the burned land, the plants and monsters that have been turned into ashes by themselves, those who cannot change the trajectory of their lives in their lives, their fathers, their mothers, and even all the lives in this world.

Everything has been reduced to ashes without hope because of the gloom of the future.

That's why it's so boring.

Tears, tears flow in the world. Though silent, though disembodied, this silent river of tears flooded the whole world, people killed, destroyed and destroyed each other, and it was the fear that this tear fell on them, but created more tears.

This cycle of day after day, year after year, is a ring that chokes the neck of a person, an unbreakable cycle in which mortal beings circulate, but in the end, it ......

Eventually, they will all be reduced to ashes.

I see. Dastyl suddenly understood that he had known the meaning of his life for a long time, that he would eventually turn to ashes, and that he could not change anything, that was the meaning of his life.

That's why he wants to burn, he wants to burn everything, the inexplicable anxiety, the wordless thirst, the desire to do something but can't do it, and can only destroy.

That's why he was bored.

"The Flamelands don't need you."

Feeling bored, he withdrew his hand, and the man with red eyes turned his head: "You can't change the Flying Flame Land." ”

"Perhaps." And the dark shadow said, "But I can endure even your flames, and I may be able to endure this dull night." ”

Victory over Sarvaga - perhaps. In short, Dustiel returned alive and became the prince of the Abyss, and let him start handling state affairs.

Becoming the Prince, this unimagined position did not give Dustil any special feeling, he had thought that this kind of monkey king and the leader of the bee colony, he could send a steady stream of people to death, and the work of directing others to do anything would make him feel excited, and would satisfy the silent thirst in his heart...... But on the contrary, his heart was even more thirsty, like a blazing fire, which could not be relieved.

It will be extinguished after all. What is the difference between the king and his people?

And what followed was an all-out war with the Empire.

War. A collective burning, a herd destruction. Dustel wasn't in the slightest bit interested in it, and it was the most boring thing for him.

However, he found that to the rest of the Flamelands, that didn't seem to be the case.

When the old peasant heard the trumpet of war, his stiff figure straightened. With a sparkle in his eyes, he began to send his sons and grandsons into the army.

Throughout the Flying Flame Land, all the poor families responded to the war feverishly, and this great momentum, surging enthusiasm, made Dustel's flames seem inferior.

Why?

"Because life is like a flame, it needs to burn in order to bloom."

The king of this generation of the Flame Abyss, his great-grandfather, replied: "We are like the best firewood, born to burn, but these mortal people, if there is no war, if there is no major event that changes the heavens and the earth, when will they have the opportunity to burn, when will they be able to bloom their own flame?" ”

"But how can they shine in war......"

Dustel muttered, "They will all be burned by the fire of war......"

"If there is no war, they can shine." King Yanyuan said: "You have killed so many people, why are you still so emotional?" Dustil ...... Don't have unnecessary sympathy, in the final analysis, we, the seemingly high kings, and these seemingly lowly people, under the sun, are the same firewood. ”

"We will eventually be reduced to ashes."

Yes.

Whether it is war or peace, whether it is a king or a people, after all, they are all the same things, they are all things that disappear when they are ignited, and they are all things that cease to exist when they die.

In that case, it is better to burn, to burn.

Ephemeral life burns brilliantly.

So, Dustil saw it.

He saw that in order to resist the Empire's offensive and crack the Empire's storm spell set up in the Great Desert, the scholars of the Flying Flame Land tried their best to calculate and overcome the difficulties, and the knowledge they had learned for decades was now burning, turning into flames that illuminated the entire war room.

In the space of a month, they had completely conquered the Empire's defensive array, stopped the storm, and destroyed twelve semi-permanent fortresses in the Great Desert.

They rejoiced, even if some fell from their hard work, for in this month, both the Flamelands and the Empire were amazed by their learning, and their names would go down in history and shine brightly.

This month is their true life. Except for this month, their lives before and after were so bleak.

Dastir saw that a general of Nemathas personally led the team to attack and assault the reinforcements of the Seven Cities Alliance, and that day and night of rapid marching, the surprise attack beyond everyone's imagination was a great success, and the Seven Cities Alliance army was routed by the head and tail of the attack, and even if the raiding army did not have one out of ten, they were all cheering for the arrival of victory.

The light of this day and night shined on everyone's life, and even if all the young sergeants were old in a few decades, they would be proud of the light of this day when they were full of gray hair and loose teeth, and mourn for those compatriots who died honorably.

And many more. Dastyr looked around the battlefield.

There's too much light.

He saw that one of his cousins fought a decisive battle with the powerhouse of the empire, and when he had shown defeat, he tried his best to exchange his injuries for his life, and that short three-second reversal, that moment of the same end, was the condensation of everything in his past life.

He saw that there were also deserters on the battlefield, and a couple left the battlefield hand in hand, and they disguised themselves as civilians and returned to the Flame Land, hiding in the mountains.

In the three months before they were discovered, they loved each other with all their might, to spend this quiet day that they themselves knew would not be long, and to burn their own light before the judgment.

They all found it.

I found the 'real feeling of being alive'.

What about me?

Dustel thought.

At the end of the war, he, the prince, and even the fifth energy level of the Flying Flame Land, had to appear.

He killed and burned all the way, but even when he was besieged by the three knights of the Empire, Dastyl still didn't find that feeling, the feeling that he really wanted to live, and he had to burn if he ignored death.

At this moment, Dustil was ...... from the heart Jealousy of those ordinary people.

He was envious.

Why do these people find the ending they want so easily? Why do I always have unwillingness in my heart? Why do I always feel that this world is so boring, such an uninteresting reincarnation is not worth burning my life at all!

Eventually, he became king. Even, became the heir to the blood of the top seat.

[You are the youngest generation, the most powerful abasalom]

The Flame King of the Rock Sacrifice gave the Legacy Treasure to Dustyr and left his advice: "You are the most powerful, as long as you can find your wish...... You'll be able to shine brighter than anyone else.]

My wish......

Before the death of the previous king, he whispered: "I want everyone to burn forever and shine forever"

This world is too boring, the weak are always weak, and the sacrifices are always sacrificed.

All flesh is like grass, waiting for the day when it withers and burns.

Life is a seed, and life is a weed.

Weeds are burned in the flames of destruction, seeds sprout in the ashes of time, and man's long and boring life will eventually turn into a short and brilliant flame, and that moment of light, that moment of fire, is the meaning of life.

Other than that, it's all ashes.

And now.

Now is the time!

Between the wind and thunder, the King of Ember steps from the past to the present!

He finally understood what was bothering him!

Those things that can't be changed by themselves are taken for granted, those things that can't be changed, those who are weak can only be weak, and those who are strong will always be strong, and those classes and fates that are as immutable as a rock make him feel bored and suffocated!

Weeds can only be burned out, and civilians can only bend their knees; The monkey obeys the monkey king, and people live their whole lives in a lure and cannot leave a name, whether they live or die!

People have been robbed of their individuality by the wind, their faces obscured by the ashes, and they claim to be thinking human beings, animals of a higher level than other animals, but they are not like reeds, like a swarm of bees without a name, waiting to be turned to ashes on this small planet!

And now! Everything is broken!

Staring at those cyan eyes, the white-haired prophet, the one who broke all the things that are taken for granted, trampled all fate under his feet, and broke through reincarnation!

The Awakened Ember King laughed and stepped forward, striding towards a different sun.

The arcane path, the perpetual motion machine, the world that has been changed, this flaming land that has been dragged away from decay and decayed again...... There are also those popular fifth-level bloodlines, all of which are things that he can see but can't do, and can't change.

Humans imprisoned on the planet may be able to take a step further.

And these can only be done by the person in front of him, only Ian Yinfeng.

If it were him, maybe even the light of the sun would change for him, shine for him, and extinguish for him!

And he, now needs himself as his enemy.

How lucky!

How refreshing!

So it's now, it's now!

- Right now, he's going to throw a punch!

The infinite flames expanded, expanding tenfold with one step than the last, and after five steps, a brilliant light like the sun erupted from the Ember King.

And a god of the abyss, who seemed to have stepped out of the flames of the earth's core, also raised his fist for kilometers to smash down on the prophet in front of him!

Unlike the solar god bird, which is born in the sun, the stream of high-energy particles that make up the flame spirit will rise and fall in the mantle layer with the movement of the earth's core, and will not leave the lava field throughout its life.

They are the eternal flames that will never be extinguished and will never die, but they are also shackled by the name of life, and can never leave the hot waves and lava.

Naturally, it is impossible to break through the earth's crust and come to the outside world to see the starry sky...... Go to the universe.

Unless a volcanic eruption.

Unless death.

Just like human beings, because they will die, they have memories and desires.

- I will overcome you, or I will be defeated by you.

- Short life burns brilliantly, this is the meaning of my life.

I see...... At this moment, I am 'alive'!

The Ember King's fist fell like a meteorite at this moment, and the huge golden-red heat stream turned into a whirlpool, pouring and spinning towards Ian - since the confrontation just now, the Ember King has been gathering momentum, and at this moment, the power of his eruption is better than that of hundreds of volcanic eruptions, smashing down on the surface, not only can completely shatter half of the Flying Flame Land, but also make the entire Terra Continent feel a significant tremor.

When this fist, which was as big as a mountain overturning, fell, the people who had been standing on Mt. Xiunai could no longer look down on its full appearance, only the raised lava and iron crystals, only the criss-crossing textures.

The meteorite that destroyed the world does not seem to be as good as this punch.

And the pupae on the side stared at this scene.

This is the ultimate form of the Ember King, who has finally gotten rid of the 'boredom' that has plagued him all his life, and has found the 'change' he wants, so that he can burn his life with all his might. Although he didn't do it himself, and even the people who did it were his 'enemies', only mortals would care about such trivial things.

The world is changing, all shackles and reincarnation are broken, civilization is about to be sublimated, the children of peasants can no longer be peasants, apes may not be nameless, the light of the sun will flicker because of a person, and the flame will burn......

Maybe it doesn't turn to ashes.

However, in the next moment, the Chrysalis's eyes widened suddenly.

Because Ian Silver Peak also punched.

In this moment, the entire Mt. Xiuna shattered, and concentric circles of cracks opened and collapsed on the earth, crisscrossing like cobwebs, and the cracks lit up with a blazing red gold light.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the fierce and mighty magnetic gas and magnetic light and terrifying gravitational pull rose from the ground, making most of the human beings and all lives in the Flying Flame Land feel a momentary 'weightlessness'.

Then, with an infinite gravitational pull, the blue-gold geomagnetic fist faced the all-soul fist of the Ember King!

It's night at the moment, but even if it's daytime, everyone in the entire Terra Continent can see that a bright and warm sun is blooming in the southwest of heaven and earth!

Ordinary people can't understand the meaning of this light, although this light is bright but does not have the slightest heat, it is clearly shining but it does not hurt people's eyes when looking at it, and this light rises higher and higher, higher and higher, until the light penetrates the atmosphere and is refracted by the entire atmospheric ecosphere of Terra into a rainbow aurora, and then penetrates into the virtual realm!

And the strong men stared at the light in amazement, because they saw it, they saw it...... The all-spirit punch of the King of Ember was actually blasted upside down by the same punch of the Silver Peak Prophet, turning into a meteor!

"You are burning brightly now, and you are living wholeheartedly—this is very good, and in the future, everyone in the world should wake up like you."

"But the King of Embers, I am also alive, with all my heart, for my own dreams and desires, blazing."

And in this fist that flows endlessly, running through the material world and the virtual realm, the prophet, who is also going all out, said solemnly: "For more than ten years, I have been living like this, burning my life, life after life. ”

"You have been confused all your life, and you have awakened for a moment, how can you beat me!"

A punch blasted the king of embers, at this moment, in the void, there was a silver sun shining behind Ian, the spirit was armed with thunder, and the infinite computing power ran through his soul, and the prophet who went all out did not have the slightest hand left at this moment, and the module of the steel pioneer controlling magnetism and gravity was burning in the area where he once had his heart.

Flying up, he knocked the king of embers into the void, and it was difficult for the world to see the details of the battle between the strong, but even if it was separated by a world, there were mountains shaking, flames burning the sky, and endless essentia spiritual energy gathered into clouds, among which the thunder like trees, snakes, and dragons staggered vertically and horizontally, slashing and falling, turning into a waterfall and thunderstorm.

And in the void, the Ember King was defeated with one punch, but he was not annoyed at all, he laughed and continued to move forward, and the infinite flames rose from his heart, turning into eight arms and eight fists, each punch came from a different direction, with different strength, with different moves and implications, completely enveloping Ian.

But Ian retracted his fist, he had previously mobilized the power of the Abasarom Mountains under the Flame Land to defeat the Ember King's all-spirit punch with a hard encounter, and now he could naturally condense the all-spirit heart of Terra's heart to suppress the Ember King's eight-armed miraculous skill in the Shroud Realm.

He pressed down with his left hand, and the terrifying gravitational magnetic force pulled the Ember King's left side to attack downward, while his right hand erected the sword and condensed the Aether Blade, trying to penetrate the Ember King's attack and take it straight to his heart.

The original state of the Flame Immortal Spirit was originally a high-energy particle life, and he didn't eat gravitational skills at all, but after all, the King of Ember was a human transformation, and he didn't eat magnetism either, so his body was partial and flawed, but he didn't care at all, and his left hand was entangled and turned into a spiral spear, turning into a spear of high-energy particle beams, accelerating to sub-light speed, and hitting straight out.

The beams of sword light and spear staggered, colliding with each other, and the infinite energy shot out, and the aetheric subspace blade that tore through everything and the particle beam that was enough to shatter all material states shattered everything, and the subspace was wiped out.

This time, it was Ian who had the advantage, thanks to Huaiguang's gift, his time-space perception was stronger than that of the Ember King, and the two sides fought billions of times in an instant, and in the end, it was Ian who forced the Ember King back with his rich prophetic experience, and had to retreat backwards.

And it was at this moment that the aetheric shocks that erupted from both sides penetrated through the Void and the Material Realm, shattering all the mountains, forests, and earth in their passes.

The material world is okay, the Chrysalis does not want to be swept into the battle of the Ember King to sublimate to the fullest and realize the meaning of self-existence, plus one of them must also have someone to protect the Flying Flame Land, so he has been suppressing the aftermath, only the area around Xiuna Mountain is more unlucky and completely crushed, while the rest of the place is okay, that is, frequent earthquakes of magnitude five or six.

When the Ember King stepped back again, his flames were even more blazing and ferocious, and when Ian and the Ember King went head-to-head again, the already dilapidated Limble of the Flame Land was turned into a sea of lava, in which the storm raged and the tsunami surged.

The power of the strong is staggered, and when the continuous aftermath collides and ripples, the rushing lava tsunami is also shattered by the volley, and from time to time it is beaten to a halt, countercurrent, deformed, and even directly turned into smoke and dust, constantly rising, straight into the sky.

And while fighting, Ian sensed the specialness of the Ember King.

He...... It doesn't seem to be going to die.

The fifth level is dead, this may be a nonsense, but this sentence deserves to be said carefully, because the power that erupts when a fifth level dies is enough to shatter the entire Terra civilization, and if he wants, he can drag the entire civilization and ecology to be buried together.

There is no doubt that the power that the King of Ember has just shown is of this level, and the whole spirit of this immortal one punches down, and it may be a bit exaggerated to explode the Flying Flame Land, but it is enough to send half of the Abasarom Mountains flying, and the wreckage falls into the Storm Ocean to become a small island, this kind of real heaven and earth cracking, the power of destroying the world should not be dozens of planets at all, or even one in a solar system is enough to make people unbearable.

But even with such an exaggerated life as the fifth energy level, such a full force blow, it should only be a dozen punches, and no matter how much, the lives burned would be enough to weaken them.

But just now, the King of Ember was fighting against him, not to mention a dozen punches?

This is already old, and it can even be said that it is an old antique from the era of Inaga II, where did so many lives come to be squandered?

Even now, the Ember King is still frantically burning his own life, bombarding Ian indiscriminately - even if he is defeated by Ian every time he attacks, he is beaten back by Ian, but in the next moment, he can lift the surging Aether again and launch an even more crazy attack!

Even if in theory, Ian had created enough injuries to kill the Ember King.

This is not surprising, theoretically Mikael can still explode with Axel, even if it doesn't explode, a month of fighting can exhaust the other party. But in fact, it is not necessary to fight for several months to make the other party lose the ability to resist...... Not to mention, the King of Ember also has hole cards.

I see, this is what the Spirit Weapon Order said, on the side of the Ember King, there is actually a big plan? It's just that it seems that both the Ember King and the Order of Spiritual Weapons have found that their plans have failed in the face of the Arcane Path, so the Order of Spiritual Weapons has come to me, and the King of Embers has also put down his burden and wants to fight with him......

Ian's heart froze, and the offensive in his hand was maintained, but he was more focused on observing the Void - and then he found that the essence of the entire Void was converging towards the Ember King.

The endless psionic energy was burned by the Ember King, bursting out with an incomparably powerful divine power, and this divine power collided with Ian's aether attack, and it was actually returned to the Void, digested and transformed by the entire Ash, and returned to the essence that could be used by the Ember King!

As a natural phenomenon of the ether universe, the void realm itself is a manifestation of the differentiation of the great etheric sea into the material world and the psionic world, which interacts with the material world at all times, creates the natural ether, and also decomposes the excess natural ether to strengthen the material world and itself.

This is also the reason why a planet without life can gradually appear in the cosmic environment created by the star gods, after millions and tens of millions, and at most hundreds of millions of years!

And now, the King of Ember has turned this natural phenomenon of the universe into his own power!

Many people think that the essentia psionic energy and aether they use will disappear and cease to exist - but no, these powers are simply scattered in the natural environment and cannot be manipulated by the user again.

But the Ember King doesn't need to be controlled.

He just needs to burn...... Burn, burn again!

If it is said that the Void is firewood, then he is a fire that ignites the Void! As long as the Void Realm does not collapse, as long as his spirit and heart can continue to burn, he is a flame that will never be extinguished!

Just as the Flame Spirits are a stream of high-energy particles that operate in the Earth's core, they are immortal if the Earth's core does not cool.

[Yes, you found out!] 】

Sensing that Ian's offensive had slowed down, and even began to take the initiative to manipulate the surrounding realm, preventing the surging natural spiritual energy of the realm from surging towards him, the King of Ember laughed: [This vast time and space, the infinite realm, is an endless firewood, if I am an immortal fire, I can ignite an infinite flame for my use! 】

"Yes, you really figured out a trace of immortal intentions."

Ian also expressed his appreciation, the hand of the King of Embers is just like Axel's 'Lightcast Country', it is the skill created by the powerhouse of Terra's fifth energy level who wants to get rid of the constraints of the way of sublimation on himself, but the Lightcast Realm is more perfect, and the hand of the King of Ember simply increases the endurance for himself, temporarily adding the blue bar and blood bar to infinity.

What should not be beaten, still cannot be beaten.

But even so, this skill is extraordinary, this skill that uses the laws of the universe itself to convert into its own power, even makes Ian feel a trace of the most primitive 'other power perpetual motion machine', but this perpetual motion machine actually needs fuel, that is, the spirit of the Ember King himself.

As soon as the Ember King's spirit is exhausted and he ceases to be a skill that borders on self-immolation, he will fall from this state and return to his ordinary fifth energy level.

At that time, the Ember King will die.

Win or lose, the moment the battle ends, the Ember King's death.

His short life burned brilliantly, and he practiced his beliefs with his life.

"How long can you burn?"

Rumble!!!

Another punch was thrown, and Ian blasted the King of Ember back again, this time, the King of Ember retreated even farther than before, because Ian's strength was also growing, and he gradually learned the skills of the King of Embers, and began to use the cycle of the Void and the Material Realm to improve his strength, leaving no room for all.

It was in this kind of battle that the power of Ian and the Ember King collided, and gradually metamorphosed and sublimated, turning into a more fundamental, aetheric intertwining that transcended time and space.

That immortal nature is inscribed on the ether, and all beliefs and dreams are burned in the ether.

Thus, Ian saw the true goal of the Ember King, or rather, the entire Flame Land and the Spiritual Order.

It's called reincarnation.

There is only the 'reincarnation of fire' of the soul.

2 chapters in one, make up for yesterday's

(End of chapter)