"I see."

Halfway up the mountain, Ember looked up at the top of the mountain and whispered.

He could finally make out the outline of the building at the top of the hill.

It was a shrine.

The blood-colored mucous membrane did not cover the entire mountain, but only spread to the mountainside before coming to an abrupt end.

At the foot of the mountain is a blood-colored hell cemented with endless fungus blankets, constantly spreading towards the top of the mountain.

But on the mountainside, the mushroom blanket is no longer sticky.

Instead, there are countless tiny black and red blood vessels sticking out of the fungus blanket, spreading like creepers to the top of the mountain.

At first, the blood vessels are layered on top of each other, finer than a spider's web.

The touch of stepping on it and breaking blood vessels makes people feel sick and want to vomit.

But the higher you go, the more 'thin' the layers of blood vessels become.

The black-red veins stretched outward along a few surging thick veins, like dry aspen teeth and claws.

It's just that this aspen is made of blood vessels.

And when the embers reached the mountainside, which was two-thirds the height of the mountain, the cascading blood vessels finally disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, it is a lush verdant greenery.

In a clearing on the mountainside, there is also a village.

From a distance, you can see the faint smoke of the cooking.

But when they got closer, they only found a large number of vacant houses, and there were no people.

Ember entered one of the empty rooms, and there was a little black bread and thin broth on the table—

There is no meat at all, just some kind of broth that can't even cover the surface with fat.

Reaching out and touching the bowl containing the broth, there was still some warmth left.

It seems that there were still people not so long ago.

"So, what about people?"

Ember looked at the foot of the mountain, then shook his head slightly.

The whole world of painting has been covered in corruption.

At the moment, this mountain is the only one suitable for survival, and at the foot of the mountain there is nothing but a carpet of corrupt fungus covering the whole world.

There are also countless bloodthirsty flies.

Ember didn't think anyone here could leave the mountain alive.

What's more, even if they leave alive, they have nowhere to go.

And since these people didn't come down the mountain, they could only be at the top of the mountain.

Continuing towards the top of the hill, Ember also found more and more houses along the way.

The number of these houses alone can accommodate at least a few thousand people.

But there is not a single living person in any building.

In the end, only the tall and magnificent temple on the top of the mountain remained.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, everything in this world has been covered by the fungus carpet, showing a red color.

This made Ember frown.

Because this world of painting is simply one of the worst experiences he has ever experienced.

Because it's just too empty and monotonous.

Hollow to the point that the whole world is an endless plain except for this peak!

Monotonous to the embers, you can even get to the top of the mountain without even having to take a detour!

In the past, although the world of painting he entered was different, all of them were intricate and detailed.

The design of the traps and shortcuts is just right-

It's a little disgusting though.

But the current feeling of this world for Ember is only empty and monotonous.

In addition to the endless plains, there is only this mountain in front of you.

Even if this world is not corrupt, it is a little too boring compared to the world of painting.

This is a low-level mistake that should never be made by the 'painters'.

Because the more 'simple' the world of painting, the faster it will corrupt.

Conversely, the more complex and detailed the world is portrayed, the slower it will become corrupted.

And the pigments that paint the world of painting are extremely scarce and incomparably precious.

It's a despicable waste to paint a monotonous and boring world of painting with those precious paints!

At least in Ember's impression.

Any painter will try to make the world he paints more realistic.

And the monotony of the world in front of us has only two possibilities.

Either the original 'complexity' of this world has been completely destroyed, leaving only monotony and emptiness.

Either that, the 'Painters' created this world entirely for the sake of perfunctory.

If it's the former.

Then the clues of this world have probably been destroyed long ago.

And if it's the latter.

That would be even worse, because the 'Painter' probably didn't even want to leave a clue in the world.

This picture is painted to perfunctory someone.

And in either case, it illustrates a problem -

Ember's trip was in vain.

"Bang!"

As he moved, the gaps in the Black Knight's armor collided with each other, making a crisp metallic sound.

Ember turned and set his eyes on the temple in front of him.

Throw away the endless plains of corruption.

The only unexplored part of this world is this temple.

"Smack!"

Heavy footsteps in heavy armor resounded in the empty hall of the temple.

The size of the temple is incomparably large, and it is clearly intended for some creatures of great size.

Just like Arnornd in the past, it was a god capital for the gods who were far taller than humans.

Ordinary people will only feel their own insignificance when they are in it.

And the same is true of the temple in front of you.

The temple is flanked by a large number of statues, all of which are magnified humans, all at least ten meters tall.

Merely.

The skin of these 'people' is grayish-blue, and all have a large vertical eye on their forehead.

"Giants?"

Ember looked at the statues, a word coming to mind.

No doubt.

This temple is the temple of giants.

If you want to describe it as the knowledge that Ember once had in his head, it's more like Valhalla.

The dead giants will return to Valhalla, where they will be found for eternity.

The further you went, the bigger the statues of the giants became.

The outermost giant was only a dozen meters, and when he walked to the inside of the temple.

The statues of the giants grew larger, reaching tens of meters tall.

It seems that these statues are reproduced one-to-one in the original form of those giants.

"Smack!"

Reaching the end of the temple, Ember stopped.

In front of him was a huge statue, completely different from the giants that stood side by side.

This colossal statue is located directly in front of him.

It is clear that He is the true owner of this Valhalla.

It is also the god that the giants worship.

Ember slowly raised his head.

What catches your eye is a huge reverse cross, which fills the temple hundreds of meters high!

And on the cross, a naked man covered in blood was hung upside down and firmly bound to it with countless huge black iron nails and chains.

"The Hanged Man, the True Creator!"

Two different words immediately popped into Ember's mind.

The former is his first impression, and the latter is an interpretation of this image -

It points to the god that the Aurora Society worships, the 'True Creator'!

Suddenly.

The upside-down giant opened his eyes behind the curtain of shadows and stared at the embers in an upside-down posture.

"It's time to fight the boss!"

Ember stared at the gigantic hanging giant as well.

Holding the Black Knight's Great Sword in his hand with both hands, his mood was inexplicably a little excited.

Although the first salary king he faced was not the Black Emperor.

But.

Who cares?

It's as if he doesn't care if the first payroll is an immortal or a double prince when he passes the fire.

Anyway, they all have to be killed in the end.

Suddenly.

An incomparably terrifying force erupted from the Hanging Giant, sweeping through the embers in front of it like a raging wind.

"Bang!"

Ember quickly lifted his left arm, which was covered with a small round shield.

"Gwen is not affected."

Seeing this scene, the upside-down giant seemed to be stimulated by something.

There was a seeping scarlet glow in his eyes.

In the main hall, a murmur of unknown meaning was recalled.

“#@%@#￥%……#￥！ ￥！ O！ U！ T！ ”

Ember couldn't understand what he was saying.

But he could clearly feel that the other party was angry now.

"This is the second phase?"

Ember looked suspicious, he hasn't done it yet, why did you hand in all your big moves?

Just ready to get started.

The next moment, a huge and magnificent shadow suddenly completely covered the embers.

And in his ears, he also remembered a voice that seemed to be angry.

Although accompanied by an incomprehensible whisper, this time, Ember heard it clearly.

There was a hint of inarticulate Chinese mixed with a clear tongue sound.

“%@#￥#@R! N! M！ Get lost! #@%#@￥！ ”