Grossel watched in silence before he stepped forward to pick up the extraordinary properties that Mirgungen had developed.

Only in sequence 5 did he not live for 3,000 years, and he was able to survive until now thanks to "Grossell's Travels".

Although the lifespan of demigods is far longer than that of ordinary people, most demigods in the path will not live for three thousand years, even the blood clans that are known for their longevity.

The 'Undead' of the Grim Reaper path and the 'Ageless Witch' of the Witch path may be fine, but Mirgungen is a giant path, and even if he is a demigod of Sequence 3, it is impossible for him to live to 3000 years.

The reason why he has been able to live until now is undoubtedly because of some secret technique in the field of life, binding his spirit to the living statues in the Giant King's court, and obtaining a long life with the help of them, but he is also confined to the vicinity of the Giant King's residence and cannot leave.

The reason why Grossell knew about this secret art was because the master of the secret art was the former 'Goddess of the Harvest', Queen Eumibella, the giant queen. The living statues are also the work of the Goddess of the Harvest, and they were intended for giants who are nearing the end of their lives.

All the guardians of the court are aware of this secret technique, and they have all sworn to protect the court of giants with their lives. But it is clear that after the death of the Giant King, most of the Guardians have given up using this secret technique to continue their lives, preferring to follow their own king and die.

So the statues of the giants that were originally used to keep them alive are still 'alive', and the former guardians of the giants are long dead, and their corpses have mutated into irrational monsters.

In contrast, Grossell was lucky, at least he didn't witness the killing of the Giant King.

But because of this, he couldn't understand how desperate the Guardians were at that time. As guardians, they can only watch their king die in front of them.

Rising flames covered Mirgungen's corpse, and Grossell glanced at the embers and turned away in silence.

The design of the Giant's Court is extremely exquisite, and the corridors, staircases, and other things bathe the seat in the twilight light, and the layers of majestic palaces and magnificent towers are strung together, which is atmospheric and gorgeous.

But because of this, the internal structure of the Giant Court is very complex.

For those who are not familiar with it, it is easy to get lost between palaces and towers, and cannot find their way.

But for Grossell, even after thousands of years of returning home for the first time, he still remembers everything about the place.

Through corridors, through arches and palaces, Grossell finally entered an unusually empty hall. His footsteps swayed far away, and he didn't return.

This is the Hall of Oaths.

All the giants who have become guardians will swear here to protect the Giants' Court with their lives.

Grossel is no exception.

It's just that unlike the others, his duty is more to guard the decaying forest.

But for some reason, the hall is now pitch black, without the slightest light.

But luckily.

Grossell's head was always wearing the helmet of the sun bug, the dazzling light piercing the darkness.

Let Grossell see what this hall looks like now—

The walls around the hall are depicted with numerous frescoes, including the floor and ceiling.

In the center of the hall, a long dark red table is placed, surrounded by high-backed chairs with intricate patterns.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a cloud of light lit up, and whispers suddenly sounded around him.

Around the hall, on the stone pillars that had been erected but did not support the dome, red flames were lit one after another, illuminating the surroundings unusually brightly.

The whispering voice grew louder and louder, and it seemed that it had finally passed through a long and distant time and space to reach its destination, making the hall lively as if it were a party.

Around the dark red long table, vague and illusory figures rose up and sat on different high-backed chairs, a total of eleven.

Grossel frowned at the long, dark red table, and the first thing he noticed was the figure closest to him. The figure was dressed in a simple linen robe, with long silver hair, and its features could not be seen, but Grossel felt inexplicably familiar.

After a moment, like lightning struck in his mind, he 'recalled' its corresponding title:

"Angel of Destiny, Ulorius!"

The angel who once appeared on the Golden Dream and took away the 'ascetic' Snowman!

Just as he was thinking, the figure suddenly turned its head and looked at him.

A pair of indifferent eyes immediately occupied Grossell's field of vision, and a circle of transcendence and mystery stood out.

Immediately afterwards, the image of the figures gradually became clear.

There were handsome, sunny, energetic men dressed in pure white robes and short blond hair.

He was seven or eight meters tall, wearing silver full-body armor, and his eyes were a tall giant with a long sword in the light of the morning light.

There was a man in black armor splattered with blood, he had bright red hair like fire, young and handsome.

There was also a man in a black robe, with dark black curls that went over his shoulders and eyes that seemed to cover shadows......

Immediately afterwards, the murals on the wall 'came to life', expanded rapidly, and coincided with the hall, making the long tables, chairs, and floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years warm again, and allowing the figures who had once been secretly gathered here to transcend the barriers of time and 'resurrect' in a fixed position, so that some of the original words were transmitted from ancient times to the present, echoing in Grossell's ears:

“…… We are redeeming ourselves and maintaining the balance of this world......"

“…… Divisions and divergences are undoubtedly the most basic order......"

“…… That's what He thinks......"

“…… Admittedly, we all have our own dark thoughts and desires, but it's perfectly normal......"

“…… Death and blood will be inevitable, and we ...... in the name of 'Redeeming Roses'"

On those high-backed chairs, there were eleven figures, the top two, five on the left, and four on the right.

The five figures on the left are a feminine silver-haired man, a red-haired man sitting arrogantly, an old man with a hood and only a mouth, wrinkles and beard, a majestic middle-aged man in black armor, and a handsome man in a white robe;

"Angel of Destiny, Ulorius......

Angel of War, Medici ......

Angel of Wisdom, Helabergen......

Wind Angel, Leodro ......

Pure White Angel, Osecus ......"

The four on the right are mummies wrapped in straps, wearing deep black robes, with facial features like middle-aged and elderly men from the Southern Continent, giants covered with silver full-body armor, and plump, feminine, dignified and holy ladies;

"The god of spirits, Tolzner......

The god of the dead, Sallinger......

God of War, Badheil......

Mother Earth, Eumibela ......"

The top two high-backed chairs are occupied by a man with curly black hair and a woman shrouded in mist.

"Dark Angel, Sasliel......

Goddess of the Night, Amanisis ......"

The five on the left are all angel kings, and the four on the right are all powerful gods and angels of the time.

And the first two are the conveners of the 'Rose of Redemption', the most powerful god of the time and the left hand of the god most trusted by the ancient sun gods, the vice-monarch of the kingdom of heaven, the leader of the king of angels, the dark angel Sasriel!

Grossell muttered:

"So that's why you're loyal to him?"

The ancient sun god once slew the giant king Ormir, but Mirgungen chose to be loyal to the dark angel Sasriel.

Because the dark angel Sasriel was plotting against the ancient sun god, he contacted some of the most powerful angels and gods of the time, including the eldest son and widow of the Giant King.

For the ancient sun god, this was undoubtedly a betrayal.

But for Mirgungen, this is undoubtedly a revenge!

That's why he chose to be loyal to Sasriel, and even willingly guarded Sasriel's sleeping palace, even if his sleeping palace once belonged to the giant king Ormir, even if the purpose of the 'Redeeming Roses' organization was not to avenge the giant king.

But for Mirgungen, as long as the outcome is as long as it turns out the way he wants, he doesn't care how tortuous the process is.

Grossell's heart suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Obviously, this is not a betrayal.

Compared to him, who suddenly disappeared and suddenly returned, Mirgungen was the one who remained faithful!

Ember looked at the figures that 'came to life' on the mural, and his expression was a little subtle:

"There is no eldest lady, and there is no Sister Frid."

"So what the priest said is true? Are they really uninvited? ”

If it was Sister Friede, she could have done such a thing, but the eldest lady probably wouldn't.

In Ember's opinion, someone must have invited them here.

After all, even if Sister Fred came uninvited, there must have been a 'Redeeming Rose' inner speaker to deliver the news to them, otherwise they would not have known the specific time and place of the fall of the ancient sun god.

And who should be inside this 'Redemption Rose', Ember also has a vague guess in his heart.

One was Lilith, who was already the 'Mother Earth Goddess' at the time, and the other was the 'Goddess of the Night' Amanisis, and they were the only two people who could have crossed paths with the eldest lady.

The former possessed the power of the First Flame and was given by Ember herself, which she could use to gain the trust of Sister Fried.

As for the latter, Ember has always suspected that the other party is a resident of the painting world, or even one of the holders of the First Flame.

But for some reason, the Goddess of the Night and the Church of the Night, despite the many conveniences provided to Ember, she never showed up.

As for the name Amanisis, Ember is also very unfamiliar.

The only thing that is certain is that the goddess of the night is friend and foe.

Ember's eyes flickered, but he quickly retracted his thoughts, looked at Grossell, who had fallen silent, and asked:

"What are you thinking?"

Grossell lowered his head, his eyes full of confusion:

"I wonder if I'm doing something wrong......"

Ember said in a calm tone:

"You didn't do anything wrong, and neither did he."

"For him, death may be a relief."

Grossel was silent for a long time, his eyes gradually changing from confusion to determination, and he walked out of the hall with heavy steps.

Grossell said solemnly:

"It's time for us to open that door."

"No more spins?"

Grossell looked to the other side of the hall, where the path led to the decayed forest, passing by where the Guardians lived. Grossell used to live there, with his companions.

He was eager to go back and see, even though he knew that his former friends were long gone, but there might still be some relics left there, traces of his former life.

But now......

"No need."

Grossell retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice:

"I just want to open that door right now and ask Him some questions in person."

The two of them returned the way they came, weaving back and forth through the corridors and stairs to the hall outside the Giant King's residence.

Follow the railing made of stone columns to the tallest and most magnificent building inside.

The twilight there was like a substance, covering the surface of the palace, bringing a strong sense of decay, as if everything in the world was about to come to an end.

On both sides of the palace, one side is a minaret, the other is a round tower, the main entrance is gray and blue as the base, covered with symmetrical and mysterious symbols, the overall height is far more than ten meters.

And on the left side of the crack in the door, three or four meters high, there is a pitch-black hole, which is the size of an adult's fist.

Grossel looked at the keyhole that was level with his head, scratched his head, and said:

"I'll do it."

Ember didn't refuse, and with a flip of his palm, a huge black iron key appeared in the palm of his hand.

Grossell took the lyre-like black iron key and leaned it towards the deep hole in front of him.

They fit together so well that they don't leave a single gap.

As the giant black iron key sank into the deep hole, with a bang, the black iron key touched the bottom.

It suddenly became soft, as if it merged with the hole, and bloomed with gray-blue light one after another.

The various symbols, logos and patterns on the folio gate are lit up and highlighted.

All the light quickly intertwined, and pressed heavily inward, allowing the gray-blue main entrance of the palace to slowly open.

The crack in the door grew wider and wider, and suddenly a turbulent, pitch-black, viscous, illusory ocean suddenly reflected in their eyes.

The moment the door was opened, the dark and viscous ocean rushed out, as if it was about to swallow everything outside the door completely!

Until then, however, Ember had anticipated danger inside the door.

In the palm of his left hand, there was a burning debris -

【Hotbed residue】

[The remnants of a hotbed where demons were born.]

Throws Chaos Flames that burn all around it.

Demons born of flames,

Lodged in smoke, gradually stepping towards perdition.

And that's what happened to the flames and the people. 】

Bang!

The remnants of chaos flew through the door, up against the thick and deep sea of darkness.

But compared to the seemingly endless ocean, a piece of dregs is too small.

Almost instantly, the debris was swallowed up by the ocean and disappeared without a trace.

Not even a splash was made.

But at the moment when the ocean was about to burst out of the gate, a flash of fire emerged from the dark sea.

The flames, the raging flames, the all-engulfing flames, swelled rapidly, forming an impenetrable wall that completely 'vaporized' the rushing sea of pitch black. And the evaporated ocean did not extinguish the flames, but made the flames burn even more violently!

(End of chapter)