Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

Chapter 212 Change of Face
Kingdom of Loen, Winter County.

As its name suggests, Wintershire is covered in ice and snow for most of the year.

At the northernmost tip of Wintershire are the Amanda Mountains.

The Amanda Mountains stretch from the Sea of ​​​​Inter in the west to the Sea of ​​​​Sonia in the east, almost spanning the continent.

Therefore, this mountain range is not only the dividing line between the Feysac Empire and the Kingdom of Loen, but also a natural barrier. Once a war breaks out with the Feysac Empire, the Amanda Mountains and Winter County will immediately become the focus of contention between the two countries.

On the other hand, the headquarters of the Church of Night, the Church of Tranquility, is located in the Amanda Mountains. But this is not because the Amanda Mountains mean tranquility in the Hermetic language, but because the Kingdom of Darkness is here, the kingdom of the Goddess of Night is here!

When the gods no longer walk the earth, their kingdoms become the headquarters of their respective churches.

Snowflakes fell like feathers, covering the earth with a layer of white coat, making it look like silver.

On the main peak of the Amanda Mountains, a long line of footprints starts from the foot of the mountain and extends to the top of the mountain.

At the end of the footprints, there is a lonely figure still moving towards the top of the mountain. Every step forward leaves a footprint several centimeters deep on the snow-covered ground.

His decorations were not gorgeous. The melted and twisted armor and the tattered cloak on his back looked a bit shabby, but they all spoke of his former glory. Behind the melted and twisted helmet was a crown of a strange shape, which was the symbol of his identity!
He moved forward step by step toward the top of the mountain.

At the end of the sight, a Gothic black church with a spire stood in the snow-covered mountain. In front of it was a cliff, and it was surrounded by whiteness and no sound at all.

The church covers a very large area and is quite magnificent.

The believers who come here for pilgrimage will feel shocked, but also feel a kind of tranquility and peace from the bottom of their hearts.

The figure in tattered armor climbed up the mountain step by step, braving the wind and snow, and came to the church step by step.

The quiet church is particularly beautiful under the night sky, complementing the red moon hanging high in the sky, shining coldly on the earth.

But He was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. He just glanced at the cemetery next to the church. There was a sarcophagus in the cemetery, but the lid had been opened, revealing an empty interior. He turned his eyes away from the bonfire in the cemetery that was still burning quietly even in the snow, and looked calmly at the church in front of him.

At the entrance of the Quiet Church, a figure had appeared in His sight at some point.

She was a lady with ordinary features and dark eyes. She was wearing a simple robe and a bark belt. She had long black hair hanging down and was barefoot.

Abbess of the Night Monastery, Chief of the Ascetics, Servant of Secrets, Angel on Earth, Arianna.

"Good evening, Your Excellency."

Arianna looked up at the tall figure in front of her and greeted him quietly.

He said nothing, but just calmly stared at the lady in front of him. After a while, he slowly spoke:

“Take me to the world of painting.”

"it is good,"

Arianna nodded gently and said, "Sir, please follow me."

It is well known that the kingdom of the goddess of night lies deep in the Serene Church, and that it is separated from the real world by only an illusory gate. However, few people know that there is another world hidden in the monastery of night in the Serene Church.

And Arianna is the custodian and caretaker of that world.

Only with her permission can you enter and exit that world freely.

The goddess had already made an oracle that no matter when the beloved one arrived, he would be qualified to enter the world of the painting.

As long as His Excellency makes a request, he can even take this painting world away directly without any hindrance.

Whether it is Arianna or His Holiness the Pope who is in charge of the church.

He said nothing, but followed Arianna silently, passing through the Quiet Church and entering the Monastery of Night.

To ordinary believers, the church was sacred, magnificent, yet strange, and its interior structure was different from any church they had ever known.

But to Him, this church was extremely familiar to Him, almost a one-to-one replica of a certain church in the past.

We walked up a series of stone steps, around the huge stone tablet, and arrived at the door of the church.

The tightly closed door was painted with intricate patterns, and in the center of each of the left and right door panels there was a guardian nun holding a spear.

On both sides of the gate, there is a sculpture covered in snow and standing with a spear in hand.

Rumble!
Ariana stood in front of the church door and waved gently. With a loud roar, the door slowly opened.

A corridor illuminated by candles also appeared in the sight of the two people, with a large number of stone statues on both sides of the corridor.

They all looked exactly the same, half-kneeling on the ground, wearing armor and hoods. The knights on both sides held lances in their right hands, pointing diagonally forward, as if they were lining up to welcome their master.

Beside each statue, there is a headless candlestick as tall as the statue. It is the faint light emitted by these candlesticks that illuminates this church that should have been in darkness.

At the end of the not-so-long corridor is a spacious prayer hall.

The prayer hall is supported on both sides by three giant pillars with exquisite carvings. Behind each pillar is a huge window with exquisite carvings.

The crimson moonlight shone through these windows into the hall, easily covering up the light from the candles that were symmetrically placed on the floor of the prayer hall, making them seem a little redundant.

At the end of the prayer hall, there is an arched portal on each side.

Arianna did not stop and walked through the arched portal on the left.

But he soon stopped because his followers did not catch up.

She turned around, without any doubt or questions, but just calmly stared at the tall figure in the melted and twisted armor.

He stood there, silently looking up at the wall in front of him.

There are no giant judges, no painted messengers, no church spears.

There is nothing here.

After a long silence, He finally took a step forward and followed Arianna's footsteps.

Through the arched portal, there is a gently curved staircase that winds upwards at the back.

The staircase is not long, only one step.

On the landing at the end of the stairs, a narrow corridor extends to the right.

There are two statues on each side of the corridor, which are exactly the same as the statues when entering the church, both of which are knights holding lances.

He stopped again and did not follow Arianna who had already crossed the corridor and entered the arched door at the end of the corridor.

Because on the landing at the end of the stairs, there was an extinguished bonfire waiting to be lit.

But this did not stop Him, and He soon caught up again.

Passing through the arched door, inside is a towering octagonal room.

In the middle of the room, there is a disc that is also octagonal.

When you step on the round stone slab in the middle of the disc, the disc starts to move with a friction sound and continues to move upwards to the top floor.

This was an elevator. When He reached the top with the help of the elevator, a towering staircase appeared before Him again.

The handrails on both sides of the stairs were also beautifully carved, but the first thing that caught his eye was the magnificent complex covering the opposite mountain.

The huge palace, the majestic spires, the towering city walls... everything is extremely shocking and visually impactful. But this place lacks the reflection of the scarlet moon. Everything here seems to be frozen in the dusk, unchanged forever!
Even though it was not the first time he saw it, he still stopped for a few seconds, quietly appreciating this miraculous scene for several seconds.

He immediately shifted his gaze, looking at the stairs ahead, and at the circular spire at the end of the stairs.

The door of the spire was still closed, but when the two arrived.

The door seemed to sense something and opened slowly inwards automatically with a heavy shoving sound.

Then, a huge sofa-like bed came into view. On the bed was a girl in a white dress, so beautiful that nothing could compare!

In her arms, she held a giant egg with a broken shell, her hands folded and placed on the still intact eggshell, her beautiful face resting on the back of her hands, as if she had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Everything seemed extremely beautiful, except that the girl's body was a little bigger than an average person.

But compared to the size of the painting, this seems normal.

His body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the girl in front of him.

But soon, His raised hand dropped naturally and He fell into silence.

Because what appeared before his eyes was not a real girl, but a huge oil painting.

Everything He saw was a scene from a painting.

For unknown reasons or intentions, He suddenly asked softly:
"Is she still alive?"

"Yes."

A trace of nostalgia flashed across Arianna's calm eyes, and she said softly:
"I have seen Princess Felianore in the world of paintings. She was an angelic lady."

"That's it."

He sighed softly and said, "It's good to be alive."

She should have died under the torrent of time and turned into a shriveled corpse. This was her predetermined end. Because even the long life of the gods was destined to be unable to withstand the erosion of time.

But some people would rather give up everything they have and do everything they can to rewrite her fate and let her have a brand new ending.

She is still alive, living in the world of painting.

The look in his eyes was extremely complicated, with relief and guilt.

Of all his children, probably only the three youngest daughters survived?

But two of them were forbidden products with half-dragon and half-god bloodlines, which could not be known to the public, and could not even be openly announced to the public. Frankly speaking, he did not feel much guilt or affection for these two daughters.

But only Felianor, who clearly had the purest blood of the gods, was abandoned by herself in the dark Ringed City...

To the gods, He was an excellent king. There was no better king than Him, but He was not a qualified father. To any of His children, He was far from being a qualified father.

And for races other than the Gods, He might not even be called a king...

His emotions burst out at this moment, like a volcano that had been suppressed for tens or hundreds of thousands of years suddenly erupting.

But all this was quickly suppressed by another will. A trace of struggle flashed in His eyes, but all this was just a powerless resistance. Because even though He was one of the greatest fire kings in history, He was still not the master of this body.

His expression calmed down again, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and he was calm.

He needs the incarnations of the Lords of Fire, but he does not need their emotions.

Arianna stood aside, watching all this calmly, as if she was just a spectator.

She neither asked him questions nor offered him help, nor did she even tell him how to enter the world of painting.

Of course, if He asked, Arianna couldn't refuse.

But He did not do so, because for Him the method of entering the world of painting was no secret.

He walked forward slowly, reached out his hand to touch the painting, and touched the egg in the girl's arms in the painting.

Click! Click~!

The moment the eggshell was touched, it suddenly shattered rapidly, and finally collapsed like a building, shattering into pieces on the girl's long skirt, revealing the deep darkness inside the white eggshell that was completely opposite to it!
A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the deep darkness, filling the entire spire in the blink of an eye, completely enveloping His figure. Before this, Arianna had already retreated outside the tower without knowing when.

She waited until the light faded before returning to the room.

The layout of the house remained unchanged, and the huge oil painting showed a girl of incomparable beauty.

In her arms, she held a giant egg that was a little broken but mostly intact.

Arianna calmly closed the door, letting everything return to calm.

She retraced her steps, went down the stairs, and took the elevator back to the lower level.

Passing through a corridor guarded by a statue of a knight, she saw a bonfire at the end of the stairs.

The bonfire was still extinguished and had not been lit.

He seemed to be just an empty shell with no appearance.

Arianna tapped her chest four times clockwise and whispered:

"May the goddess bless you, Your Excellency."

She immediately walked down the stairs and left the church.

"Your Highness Arianna."

A nun was waiting at the door of the church. As soon as Arianna came out, she came forward and said respectfully:
"His Holiness the Pope is waiting for you in the temple."

Arianna was silent for a moment and said softly:

"Tell Irina I'll be there soon."

The nun bowed her head respectfully and stepped back.
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Republic of Intis, Trier.

In a luxurious hotel near Roselle Square, a girl with dazzling blonde hair stood in front of a large luxurious French window. Her clear green eyes like gemstones stared at the brightly lit Roselle Church in the distance, and she pursed her lips slightly.

She still remembered Yu Jin's instructions and believed that the Steam Church would not do anything to him.

But a month is too long, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents.

And if I don't attend the Tarot Club for a month, it will be hard not to arouse suspicion from other members.

She lowered her head and stared at the two rings on her hands.

(End of this chapter)