"Where's my dad?"

The lady's blue and deep eyes revealed a deep confusion and incomprehension, although she didn't say anything, but what she was thinking in her heart was overflowing, and anyone could see it clearly.

This is her father's mausoleum, suppressed by the power of the 'Black Emperor', all of which indicates that Russell is in this mausoleum.

But there is nothing here, there is no Black Emperor, and there is no Russell......

But if he's not here, what's the point of all this she's doing?

No! This is his mausoleum, he must be here, but she hasn't found out yet!

Bernadette's gaze swept over every inch of the mausoleum, and finally fixed on the location of the mausoleum gate—

In front of the two heavy stone doors that had been opened, there was a black shadow covered in flames. The black shadow curled up in a ball, and from time to time let out a painful and terrible scream. The voice seemed to be male, and occasionally female, making it difficult to distinguish his gender.

And since this is Russell's mausoleum, who will this black shadow be?

Bernardette's eyes sank, and suddenly she sensed something, opened her mouth slightly, and pronounced a Chinese word with a round accent:

"Hometown ......"

It was a talisman that her father had left her to remember forever. If He really was, he would have reacted to this amulet!

The black shadow, which had been twitching wildly under the scorching flames, suddenly stopped, and it struggled to raise its upper body and look at Bernadette.

A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:

"Hometown ......"

The voice was a little hesitant, a little dazed, a little seeking confirmation, as if it were coming from another world.

Bernadette pursed her lips, his reaction confirming her suspicions, but her heart grew sad.

She subconsciously looked at the embers, with a hint of hope and supplication in her eyes.

I don't know if I want Ember to take back the flames and relieve his pain, or if I want Ember to save him and help him out of the sea of suffering.

No matter what she thought, Ember didn't retract the flames that wrapped around the shadow.

He just shook his finger at the black shadow, and the next moment, the black shadow disappeared immediately.

Bernadette subconsciously turned around, and a dark shadow appeared on the high platform in the center, and sat down on the huge iron-black high-backed chair.

Two slits split in its face, as if it had two asymmetrical eyes.

However, the 'eyes' had no pupils, and the flames that were wrapped around them were reflected in the blood.

Then, another slit cracked beneath the two 'eyes', filled with the same pure blood-red light. This makes the black figure finally have a 'mouth'.

It raised its head, a scarlet light appeared in its eyes, looked at Bernadette dozens of meters away, and said with a dry and hoarse smile:

"You've really become a big man in the mysterious world, and you can come here by yourself.

Come here, let me see what my little princess looks like now. ”

Bernadette's eyes suddenly reddened, but she didn't take a step.

Suddenly, Russell the Great's body twitched, and the pain made his head lower and he said very hard:

"Stop!"

"Don't, come close!"

"I'm polluted......"

His voice was tinged with unspeakable pain.

Bernadette stood there, staring at the central platform in a daze, at the black figure, with indescribable sadness in her eyes.

She could sense, she could already be sure that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself 'Caesar', Russell Gustav.

Russell the Great grasped the handrail beside him tightly with one hand, suppressed his voice, and said in great pain:

"Get out of here! Don't come back! ”

As he spoke, the scarlet light once again gained the upper hand.

More cracks opened in the black figures, and they went down from the head downwards, producing blood-red flowers on different parts of the body. It was as if Russell was left with a shadow wrapped in a blood-red mass that radiated pure brilliance.

At this time, Russell seemed to be turning into a shadow, trying to cover the red moon, but he was torn open one after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.

When these openings are connected, the black shadow will completely crack open, giving birth to a new red moon.

But soon, the flames that enveloped Russell's body became more and more raging. The flames burrowed into the body of the black shadow along the torn opening, and swept towards the red moon at a rapid pace!

Bernadette looked at the embers on the side and whispered a prayer:

"Your Excellency, please, please save him."

Ember glanced at Bernardette, waved his hand to outline a 'door' in front of her that glowed blue, and calmly replied:

"You wait outside for a moment."

Bernadette glanced at the dark shadow on the high platform, as if she wanted to say something more. But after all, he couldn't make a sound, and silently passed through the 'door'.

The next second, she found herself back on the edge of the pristine island.

The sea had covered the surface of the island, but she could still see the black mausoleum standing in the middle of the island.

She didn't leave, nor did she come any closer again.

Just looked at the mausoleum from afar, his eyes were full of sadness and worry.

——

Ember waved his hand to dissipate the 'door', looked at the dark shadow on the high platform, and said with a smile:

"Now, we can have a good talk."

Russell pressed the armrest with one palm, leaned forward slightly to look at him, and asked with burning eyes:

"You're undead? Or embers? ”

Ember replied in a calm voice:

"Both."

"That's right."

Russell chuckled, "Then I won't ask your real name, it doesn't make any sense, Ember is your real name." As for my name, you already know it, right? ”

"Indeed."

Ember bowed his head lightly and said:

"After all, you wrote it directly in your diary, Luo Ritian."

"Ahem, ahem!"

Russell coughed violently a few times, and his eyes dodged:

"Those are all mistakes made when I was young, people are not romantic, and heroes don't mention the courage of the year."

Although he thinks that he is still quite thick-skinned, especially since he has been an archon and 'Caesar' for so many years, he can be called a very deep city. But now that he was caught off guard and was turned out of his previous black history, it really embarrassed him.

He was tempted to divert the subject, but Ember just looked at him with a smile and no words.

This made Russell the Great very helpless, and he could only uphold the truth of 'as long as I am not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed', and at the same time looked at Ember with a smile on his face. It's just that in comparison, there is a lack of confidence in his smile, because he really has a black history without any embers.

Just when Russell, who hadn't communicated with anyone for more than a hundred years, didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment for a while, a translucent vortex composed of illusory and mysterious symbols suddenly appeared next to Ember.

A paper figure cuts through the whirlpool and transforms into a human in front of the central platform.

This human with black hair and brown eyes is somewhat similar to Gelman Sparrow, but the outline is not rigid enough, the lines are not deep enough, the temperament is not cold enough, there are certain differences in facial features, and there is a little more fat on the chin and stomach, which is Klein's original image of Zhou Mingrui.

Russell's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a serious expression:

"You're here."

"I'm coming." Crane nodded imperceptibly.

"You shouldn't have come." Russell sighed.

"I'm already here." Naturally, Klein caught the meme.

Russell let his sitting return to normal, chuckled, and said:

"I was going to ask where you are from, to see if you need to do regional discrimination, but after thinking about it, there is no need for this, they all don't belong to this era, and there is no poor worm in your hometown."

Klein waited quietly for him to finish, pointed to the red moon inside him and asked:

"You're going to use this state to talk to us?"

Russell smiled, and the shadows around him suddenly dispersed, and the flames that had been repelled were like wolves out of the cage, quickly surging towards the red moon, and devouring it in the blink of an eye.

It was only at this point that Russell's body shape finally returned to normal.

That dark shadow recondensed Russell's figure, it was the real Russell-

He had long chestnut curly hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, two handful of neatly groomed mustaches, and wore a dark red jacket with rusty gold thread, exactly what he had dressed as 'Caesar'.

"This version is still relatively strong."

Russell raised his arms, looked left and right at his body, sighed and said:

"I have sought the help of more than one god who, while capable of killing me, is powerless to do anything about the pollution I have suffered. Even the one who has the king's soul is the same, after all, it is only the power of the first fire......"

Klein snorted:

"You know a lot."

Russell chuckled:

"I've not lived in vain for so many years."

"Indeed."

Crane nodded approvingly:

"After all, I haven't seen a few witches since I've grown up, and you've already played with them."

Russell's old face turned red and coughed dryly:

"Can we not mention this stubble?"

Klein shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking about this, intending to save some face for Russell, but Ember suddenly smiled and asked:

"Then tell me about Lady Alice, well, and her daughter and granddaughter, and tell me the story of their defeat when you killed them in one dozen or three."

Russell's eyes suddenly darkened, and he simply pretended to be dead, but he didn't hear it.

As long as he is not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed!

Klein smiled unkindly, but still relieved him, and asked:

"Can you become a god now?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Russell's face finally softened a little, and he sighed and said:

"In fact, I can be resurrected at any time for more than a hundred years. It's just that even if I resurrect, I can't get rid of pollution, and even if I become the 'Black Emperor' again, I will only become a puppet of the outer gods, so I choose to seal myself and give up resurrection. ”

"Now that the problem of pollution has been solved, the only people who limit my ascension to the throne are the believers."

The resurrection of the 'Black Emperor' is not without precedent.

For example, the 'Black Emperor' Solomon in the Quaternary Age, who fell due to the betrayal of Tudor and Trenthorst, and even his extraordinary properties were divided, but he still returned from the resurrection soon after.

At that time, Tudor and Trenthorst, who had already fused and digested the extraordinary properties of Sequence 1, also fell back to Sequence 2 and had to take risks to other paths.

But there must be two prerequisites for the resurrection of the 'Black Emperor' Solomon -

The first is that there needs to be at least one remnant of his nine tombs, or a certain number of remnants of the order he established.

Second, He needs to have enough believers to sustain Him against divinity as he becomes the Black Emperor again.

'Black Emperor' Solomon satisfies both of these conditions.

First, he had just fallen at that time, and there were still many old and young remnants in the Solomon Empire, all of whom believed in the 'Black Emperor' Solomon. Even the Tudor and Trensoster dynasties still retain the asymmetrical aesthetic of the Black Emperor's time, which means that the order established by Solomon has been preserved to the greatest extent.

Under this premise, even if His tomb is completely destroyed, He will be resurrected.

And as soon as he is resurrected, he will immediately accept the faith of those who have been left behind in the Solomonic Empire.

When Russell wasn't Solomon, he couldn't.

He is content with the former, and although the Intis Empire has fallen, his tomb is still there, ready to re-ascend to the throne at any time.

But the latter, the problem of the believer is something he cannot solve.

More than 100 years have passed, and the belief in 'Russell' in the Republic of Antis has long since ceased to exist.

Although the golden sayings left by Russell the Great were widely spread and regarded as classics by many people, none of these people could be considered followers of Russell.

And under the premise that there is no believer, if he rashly becomes a god, the consequence is only out of control - the divinity will completely control him, so that he will become a perfect divine body, and then he will be completely revived in his body at that time.

When Ember heard this, he immediately spoke:

"That's not a problem, I'll help you suppress the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of Sequence 1, so that you can only be resurrected in Sequence 3."

Sequence 3 is a watershed moment in whether the Extraordinary need faith against divinity.

Of course, embers can also be replaced with primordial fires, just like Grossell, allowing Russell to ascend to the throne without the need for faith.

But this is not in his interest—Russell is a man destined to become a god, and he must ascend to the throne with the support of faith.

This is because the essence of the 'substitution' of the first fire is to burn out the divinity of the extraordinary properties, so that the 'divinity of the Creator' becomes the 'divinity of the first fire'. And the first fire does not need to be revived, and the owner naturally does not have to worry about the problem of divinity overpowering human nature.

But if you want to further refine the 'essentia' and become a thing of the past, you can't do that.

Because the 'Creator's divinity' is the key to extraordinary properties, and only with this key can it be accepted by essentia. And if the 'divinity of the Creator' is replaced by the divinity of the first fire, then the possessor will be rejected by the essentia.

So far, any being who has the opportunity to ascend to the throne of God will not use this method, they need the support of faith.

The same goes for Russell.

Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Then I'll have to get you another copy of the extraordinary properties of Sequence 3 'Mad Mage'."

"No, you don't."

The corners of Russell the Great's mouth raised slightly:

"I can be resurrected directly at the level of Sequence 1, you just need to help me suppress 'uniqueness'."

Klein frowned:

"What about the believers?"

Without believers, it is simply not enough to sustain Russell as Sequence 1.

And it is not realistic to follow the path of the first fire, because Russell is a key part of the plan. The Black Emperor path, and even the Inquisitor path, there is no one more suitable than him to ascend to the divine throne, he can't take this path.