Almost simultaneously, several people looked at the center of the table, where a tawny parchment book was spread.

Whoa~!

The book was turned by the invisible wind, and it came to the last page, and Klein and the others saw the end:

"With the help of the Knights of the Ring of India in the Ancient Dragon War, Grossell fulfilled his promise and led his teammates to kill the 'King of the North' Yurisian, but their story is not over yet."

"Will the story continue?"

Mobert Zoroaster, a nobleman from the Solomon Empire from the Quaternary Period, sighed, and his tone was a little unhappy:

"It's as if our fate is still under its control."

"Shatas, where do you want to go next?" Mobet said, suddenly turning her head to ask the elven singer.

Shatas's gaze was confused for a few seconds, and then he said firmly:

"I ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly saw Mobet burning!

It's really 'burning'!

The warm flames completely engulfed its body, and only a vague figure could be seen through the flames.

Shatas subconsciously reached out to touch, but found that his body was also covered in flames.

Shatath's heart tightened, and when she looked around, she realized that not only her, but also Rune soldier Ronzel, ascetic Snowman, and giant Grossel were all on fire at the same time.

On the other hand, the three Ember are still normal.

Mobet stopped Shatas, who was about to have a seizure, looked at Ember in confusion, and asked:

"What's going on?"

Although his body was covered in flames, he did not feel pain, but instead had the warmth of being healed.

And the mutation in their bodies was clearly related to the embers, and it was he who turned the ice gate into a flame gate at the last moment.

Ember took out the You'er Shika Holy Bell and said in a calm tone:

"A warm fire can provide continuous healing and ensure that you do not die for a while."

Mobet's heart sank and he asked:

"What do you mean by temporary immortality?"

Ember asked rhetorically:

"How long did you live in the book?"

Mobet fell silent for a moment, and he had clearly reacted.

Normally, Sequence 5 Extraordinaires have a longer lifespan than the average person, but only some. If it weren't for the extraordinary beings or transcendent creatures of the special path of the blood clan, one or two hundred years of life would already be the limit.

And he was trapped in that book in the Quaternary period, even during the Solomonic Empire. But now it is the 1350th year of the Fifth Age, which means that he has lived for at least 1350 years!

In contrast, Grossell and Châtas lived longer.

They were already trapped in the book in the Second Age, and had lived for at least three thousand years!

Snowman was a little later, but he was already trapped in the book at the beginning of the Tertiary period, which was close to or even more than three thousand years. Even the latest of them to be included in Grossell's Travels has been trapped in the book for more than a hundred years......

Under normal circumstances, they should have died a long time ago, and perhaps even their bodies have been reduced to a handful of loess.

"Is it just a promise not to die for a while?"

Shattas muttered in a low voice, although he didn't know the path to which this extraordinary ability belonged, but there was a limit to any ability. The moment this extraordinary ability fails, they may face their own death......

"Mobet."

Shatas called softly, "I ......"

"Hold back!"

Mobet forcibly interrupted him, staring at the embers with a deep voice:

"Can you save us? At what cost? ”

Ember had known all of this for a long time, knowing that they would die if they left the world in the book.

That's why he was able to prepare in advance and use that unknown extraordinary ability to temporarily save their lives. But the purpose of the other party's entry into the world of the book is to let Grossell serve as the other party's tour guide to explore the Giant's Court.

So the other party must have a way to save them, at least the ability to save Grossell!

And since Grossell can be saved, saving them is only a matter of incident.

But the other party did not do it, which only shows that they did not pay enough!

Even the giant Grossel realized this and buzzed:

"Ash, they are our companions......"

Ember did not deny it, and confessed:

"It's a very simple thing, any god can save you, you can try to pray to the god you believe in."

Mobet asked rhetorically:

"Do you think the God we believe in is still alive?"

He believed in the Black Emperor Solomon, but Solomon had long since died permanently with the death of Solomon's empire.

Shattath's belief in the elven king Sunia Solem and Grossell's belief in the giant king Ormir have both died at the hands of the ancient sun god, and even the ancient sun god himself fell thousands of years ago.

Ember was not surprised, and said at a slow pace:

"So, I can offer you three options."

"One is the goddess of the night, the other is the god of knowledge and wisdom, and the other is the 'fool'."

Ember said as three notes appeared on the table.

It records the names of the three gods in the language of giants, elves, and ancient Hermes.

Klein suddenly twitched out of the corner of his eye, and he knew!

"I'll go to the bathroom." Crane whispered, ready to quietly leave the room.

"We'll go back later."

Ember stopped him.

"Okay."

Klein raised an eyebrow, immediately understood, and bowed his head slightly.

Mobet took a deep look at Ember, and the other party seemed to give three choices, but in fact, only one ......

Mobetra took Shatas's hand and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

"We choose the 'fools.'"

Although he is an 'ancient man', Ronzel is not.

He knew that the Quaternary believed in the seven gods, and that six of the seven gods had existed since the Quaternary.

But in those days, all living beings were subservient to the Black Emperor Solomon.

Even the gods, in order to fight against hostile forces, recognize the rule of His Majesty the Emperor -

The three gods of the night, the god of war, and the god of death, the three gods of storm, the sun, and wisdom have great contradictions with each other, and the attitude of the earth is ambiguous, but they are more inclined to the god of war, which makes them unable to cooperate stably at all, and it is difficult to fight against the alliance of the black emperor and the true creator.

Historically, of course.

The six eventually agreed, and the Black Emperor fell, and the Tudor-Trenthorst Empire was formed......

So in a sense, the six gods are all enemies of Mobet, including the goddess of the night and the god of knowledge and wisdom.

Of course.

Mobet didn't choose 'The Fool' for such superficial reasons.

Although theoretically the six gods are his enemies, the six gods may not know him at all, and they will not care about a small character like him.

Mobet also recognized himself very well, and never had the idea of seeking revenge from the six gods-

Even the Black Emperor and the Solomon Empire have fallen, so what's the use of him wanting revenge? What kind of green onion is he!

But even these factors aside, Mobet did not think that the goddess of the night or the god of knowledge and wisdom would answer their prayers.

In the book world, they may be the protagonists, but in the real world, which onion are they?

How could the gods pay attention to them?

Ember had brought out the goddess of the night, or the god of knowledge and wisdom, apparently under the guise that only the last 'fool' was what he really wanted to say.

They had no choice but to pray to the 'fools' from the beginning.

"'Fool'?"

Ember seemed a little surprised, he had thought that there were still two people who chose the goddess of the night.

For example, the former Rune soldier Ronzel, for whom he once believed in the Lord of the Storm, choosing the Goddess of the Night was not a difficult choice to accept.

After all, the goddess of the night is also the orthodox belief of the kingdom of Rune, and the three major churches are not opposed to converting to each other.

Edwina looked as usual, not dissatisfied that no one had chosen the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'.

Mobet saw that the others were resistant, and said bitterly:

"Just praying, no need to force a conversion."

This is their only chance to live, but don't make a mistake at this time!

Especially you, Châtas!

Mobet frantically hinted at the elf with his eyes, regardless of whether the other party could see it through the flames.

Ember turned his gaze to Snowman and spoke:

"You may try praying to Ulorius, who now serves the true Creator, the embodiment of the remnants of the power of the ancient sun god, with the name changed accordingly."

Adevina took the initiative to cooperate with Ember and wrote the honorific name of 'Angel of Destiny' on a piece of paper.

For this ascetic, praying to other gods may have been a bit difficult to accept.

And the ancient sun god he believed in had fallen, and it was unrealistic to pray to the ancient sun god.

But the angel under his seat is still alive.

If he really resists, he can also try to pray to the Angel of Destiny.

After all, Mazao and him are now in a cooperative relationship.

As for whether or not Snowman can accept the fact that the true creation is the ancient sun god, it is none of the matter with Ember.

The ascetic Norman was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice:

"Thank you."

Compared with the others who were still struggling, Snowman did not hesitate at all, and skillfully recited the name of the Angel of Destiny:

"The wandering Heroic Spirit,

Favored by the True Creator,

Eyes gazing at fate......"

Between the recitations of his name, Snowman didn't even have time to say his prayers.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room.

It was a tall, thin man in a simple and modest linen robe, with silver hair reaching to a waistcoat. His facial features were soft, his face was beautiful, and his silver eyes were gentle with a hint of indifference.

"Forgive me for my disrespect, Angel of Destiny!"

Snowman fell to his knees all at once, his gesture extremely reverent.

Because he recognized the man in front of him, the 'Angel of Destiny' who served by the Lord's side!

For most people, when it comes to the King of the Eight Great Angels, their first reaction is the 'Angel of Fantasy' Adam and the 'Angel of Time' Amon.

But for the devout, they know very well that of the eight kings of the archangels, the Lord trusts the most is the 'dark angel' Sasriel. He is the head of the King of Angels, the left hand of God, the vice-ruler of the kingdom of heaven, the one closest to the Lord!

In addition to this, the Lord trusted the most was the 'Angel of Destiny' Ulorius.

Even if everyone betrays, these two will surely serve the Lord!

So he was almost instantly certain that the true Creator was the incarnation of the ancient sun god!

Ulorius' eyes swept indifferently across the room, not even stopping at Snowman's body, but instead looking at Ember.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then suddenly bowed his head gently towards Ember.

In the next second, he and the pious Snowman disappeared at the same time.

It's like it never happened.

“……”

Mobet's expression moved slightly, a little tangled.

The True Creator was once an ally of the Black Emperor, so it is theoretically okay for him to pray to Ulorius now, right? After all, the true creator was once the orthodox belief of Solomon's empire, and it was better for him to accept than any 'fool'.

Just thinking of Ulorius's action of rushing at the embers before leaving, he felt a little drumming in his heart.

The other party obviously has a great relationship with the real creator, and even the king of angels treats him with a level attitude. If he had prayed to Ulorius or the True Creator, the True Creator would probably not have heed his prayers in order not to offend them......

"I'll come first."

Grossel urn sounded the urn airway.

Forced to squat on the ground because of his height, he staggered forward to pick up the paper with the name of the 'Fool' written on it. But just as he was about to touch the paper, Grossel suddenly remembered that it was still 'burning', and hesitantly withdrew his hand, only to glance at it.

"Fools who do not belong to this age,

The mysterious lord above the gray mist,

The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune......"

Grossell's expression was a little confused, and he didn't receive a response like Snowman's.

"He......ll when there is a response"

Klein complained silently in his heart.

Layers of illusory supplications did ring in his mind, and the question was whether he dared to respond to the pleadings.

Luckily, he didn't need to do anything, and he didn't think that Ember needed a 'fool' to do such a small thing...... After all, if it's something that can't even be handled by the embers, most of the 'fools' will have to pull the gate when they go out in person......

Chanting the name of the 'Fool' is just an excuse.

He just wasn't ready to let Grossell get their 'salvation' unconditionally, they would have to pay something to cherish it.

In the middle of the belly, the flames on Grossell's body quietly dissipated, and the feeling of being healed disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Grossel felt extremely weak, his body began to age at a rate unimaginable to ordinary people, his skin became wrinkled and shriveled in the blink of an eye, and his muscles atrophied rapidly, making it difficult for him to support his massive body, and he knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground.

But in the next second, an even more majestic vitality emerged, quickly filling Grossell's body.

Let his body return to its peak state in a short period of time, and finally fix it.

Mobet asked in a low voice:

"How does it feel?"

Grossel scratched his head and said honestly:

"It feels good, I think you should all try it."

"...... Chatas"

Mobet breathed a sigh of relief and immediately wanted to persuade the elves on the side again.

"I'm not as fragile as you think."

The elf, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end, glanced at him and said in a calm tone.

"That's a good thing."

Mobet didn't care either, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

(End of chapter)