The Undead before them was the blade that served them. In the annals of history, if there's any Lord of Cinders unwilling to fulfill his mission, the Undead would swarm in, until they brought back the head of that Lord of Cinders.

God damn it!

Su Ziyu had been through so many worlds, yet he had never encountered such a situation.

Is there a trap in this world?

In the past, when he entered the task planes, he was never targeted in this way. As a Space-Time Inspector, his primary mission was to find a way to save the world and eliminate its pollution and corruption, and there was basically no situation of being targeted by the plane's broader consciousness.

But this time, he had become a Lord of Cinders, a sacrifice to the First Flame.

Since the beginning of the Fire Transmission Ceremony, in the long ten thousand years, there hasn't been a Lord of Cinders who can refuse their mission. Even if there is a Lord of Cinders who evades the Fire Transmission Ceremony, in the end, their heads will be taken away by the Undead.

Without exception!

The ceremony for transmitting fire has never failed to date, meaning that any chosen Lord of Cinders will eventually be thrown into the First Flame to be burnt once.

This is simply a situation of endless death!

As Su Ziyu gradually understood certain things, the murderous aura on him became ever more intense, a somber presence made it hard for people to breathe, and even faint traces of electricity appeared on the surface of his body. In contrast, not far away, Hawkwood seemed to have lost his spirit to fight. His pupils were slightly scattered, his expression quite dejected and downcast, yet he still did not give up the fight, as if carrying a sliver of hope, he once again swung his sword towards Su Ziyu in front of him, hoping to inflict even a tiny bit of harm.

Clang!

The Meteor Longsword shot out as a flash of cold light, while Su Ziyu stood still without moving a step. Hawkwood before him let out a painful grunt, his hand holding the Great Sword was directly chopped off, the sword hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

"Who told you my location?" Su Ziyu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Hawkwood, delivering a knee strike that made Hawkwood bend like a shrimp, even faint sounds of bones breaking could be heard.

Thump.

Hawkwood's figure fell, followed by a foot stepping on his chest, that foot was like it had immense power, he struggled but couldn't stand up.

Is this the power of a Lord of Cinders?

It's truly terrifying!

When he got serious, he realized he had no power to resist.

Indeed, those idiots at the Fire Transmission Ritual Site are just daydreaming! How can a group of unkindled ashes defeat such a powerful Lord of Cinders?

"Who sent you here?" Su Ziyu furrowed his brows, intensifying his strength a bit. The opponent's sense of pain seemed very weak, though his ribs were about to be crushed, yet he still didn't show much pain, at most his face appeared even more dejected.

"Cough cough." Hawkwood under Su Ziyu's foot coughed slightly, then spoke in a very low voice: "The Fire Transmission Ritual Site."

"The Firekeeper has foretold the arrival of an unknown Lord of Cinders."

"The Fire Transmission Ritual Site wants us to bring your head back!… cough cough!… The light of the King Soul shines on you!… The Undead will always find you!…"

While speaking, the aura of Hawkwood in front of him gradually weakened, and before Su Ziyu could react, he just died directly.

A cluster of ghostly blue light appeared.

When Su Ziyu reached out to touch this ghostly blue light, a row of prompts immediately appeared before his eyes.

——"A small cluster of chaotic souls (refinable): This is a cluster of chaotic souls, containing many different types of monsters. The Undead absorbs these souls into their bodies through a special ritual to enhance their own power. Refinement yields 150 Energy Value."

Stronger than that zombified Bishop.

Su Ziyu directly collected that cluster of souls, then furrowed his brow while examining the corpse before him. As the opponent died, he felt like something inside the corpse seemed to have been lost.

This is troublesome!

He's been locked in as a Lord of Cinders by this plane!

The light of the King Soul?

Couldn't it be referring to the shine of Divinity?

It's likely a lot of Undead now want his head; what Su Ziyu should do next is unclear, but he must give it some serious thought.

Meanwhile.

In an ancient sacrificial site, a bonfire burned in the very center, inserted with a peculiar Spiral Sword. Above it were five huge thrones, but at this moment, among these thrones, another sixth new throne had just been completed not long ago, situated just above the other five.

The entire sacrificial site was empty, as if there weren't many living people in it.

At this moment, beside the central bonfire, some ephemeral ash drifted around. Not far away stood a beautiful woman dressed like a nun, with a silver-white, ornate eye-mask like a crown covering her eyes completely, the smooth chin barely revealing her face shape, appearing to be a very beautiful woman.

The Firekeeper.

The manager of the Fire Transmission Ritual Site.

Beside the bonfire, in the drifting ashes, a humanoid silhouette gradually appeared.

The Firekeeper, originally standing quietly in the corner of the Fire Transmission Ritual Site, slightly tilted her head as if she glanced at it, then retracted her vision, lowering her head as if in prayer.

"So terrifying!"

"So strong!… This isn't an enemy we can possibly defeat!…"

Hawkwood's body gradually manifested beside the bonfire, his expression showed a hint of fear, his demeanor increasingly dejected, muttering: "A Lord of Cinders can't be defeated by unkindled ashes!…"

"Luckily, I have long prepared a way to end myself."

"If killed by him, I probably wouldn't even have a chance to resurrect, right?… I would probably become a mindless zombie...">

He closed his eyes as if perceiving something, muttering: "Can't afford to die anymore!…"

"Dying one more time would probably really drive me mad!… There's little left of humanity!… The Dark Ring will completely devour my soul!…"

Hawkwood sat in the corner of the Fire Transmission Ritual Site muttering to himself, his once rather ornate equipment had disappeared, leaving only a thin shirt ashen like the color of ashes, which didn't look like an actual garment, but rather some creation of magic, just like his body resurrected by the bonfire.

Tap tap tap.

Hawkwood seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit, half-lying and half-sitting in the corner of the Fire Transmission Ritual Site, exuding an incomparably despondent and defeatist aura.

He seemed unwilling to go out again, even having intentions of dying here of old age.

Tap tap tap.

Gentle footsteps gradually approached.

Hawkwood had heard these footsteps long ago, seeming to belong to a woman, because the footsteps were very gentle, yet he couldn't bother to lift his head to look, just submerged in his inner world, until this person walked right before him, only then did he slightly lift his head to look.

A nun.

Likewise, an unkindled ash.

Hawkwood recognized her as his kind at a glance, this woman clad in a gray-blue and white interwoven nun's habit, her fingers appeared very fair and slender, walking barefoot on the ground, her waist wrapped with a fine silver-gray chain, a gray-black hood covered most of her face, only a smooth facial contour could be seen, yet with a very cold, calm expression, her serene pupils seemed to harbor a faint light, she held a huge scythe in her other hand, the icy gleam practically grazed Hawkwood's neck.

The nun spoke with a very calm and gentle tone: "Have you met that unknown king?"

"How powerful is he?"

Hawkwood frowned, lifted his head to look at her, his tone somewhat mocking: "And who might you be?"

"I am the nun Fried from Londor." This fair-faced nun slightly bowed, appearing to be very polite, likely received quite excellent education before. She spoke calmly: "I'm searching for that unknown Lord of Cinders!…"

A strand of cold light swept past.

As this nun gently wielded that huge scythe, a formless white ripple directly tore through the air.

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