Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

Chapter 283 Holy Word Angel
In an inconspicuous house in Queens.

In the basement beneath the house, which was so spacious that it looked like a temple, Mr. A, wearing a black robe with a hood, knelt in the darkness and whispered devoutly.

In front of him was a statue nearly 3 meters tall. It was a person hanging upside down with his legs tied up with chains.

This hanged man has the unique vertical single eye of a giant, and his arms are stretched horizontally in the shape of a cross.

Mr. A suddenly stood up and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared behind him. His beautiful face, like a woman, smiled:

"Welcome, it's been a while since we last met, right?"

Yu Jin got straight to the point:

"I want to see the true Creator."

Mr. A was slightly startled by Yu Jin's directness, but he quickly reacted and said cautiously:
"No problem, but I need to consult the Dark Saint."

As if he was afraid that Yu Jin might misunderstand him, Mr. A paused and explained:
"The new painting world is in the hands of the saint. I don't have permission to use it."

Ember nodded slightly:

"ASAP."

"I'll make the call right away."

Mr. A breathed a sigh of relief and said without hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly left the basement, leaving the embers and the statue of the True Creator alone, seemingly not worried at all that the embers would destroy the statue of the True Creator—

After all, their previous experiences had made their relationship far from harmonious.

But after a while, Mr. A returned to the basement.

And in his shadow, another figure stood up quietly and spoke in a low voice:
"Lord Embers, my lord is looking forward to meeting you. Please follow me."

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared silently into the darkness, regardless of whether Yu Jin could catch up.

When Mr. A turned around and wanted to ask Yu Jin, he found that he had disappeared.
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In the basement of a house in the West End.

Several candles flickered with yellowish flames, illuminating the altars, chairs and round tables placed around.

At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a human figure seemed to appear and disappear, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, a thin layer, without thickness, like a shadow that came to life.

At the same time, a figure quickly appeared beside him.

The Dark Saint walked straight into the darkness, and footsteps were heard following closely behind him.

Perhaps it is the custom of the Aurora Society, their basements are always extremely spacious, like temples.

And in the deepest part of this "temple", there is a hidden room——

A room enclosed by two opposing stone doors.

The Dark Saint stopped in front of the stone gate and stretched out his hand to the Cinders, making a gesture of invitation.

Yu Jin walked forward slowly and placed his hands on the two stone doors.

Rumble!
With a heavy crushing sound, the double stone doors slowly opened, leaving a gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

"..."

The Dark Saint watched this scene in silence for a long time, and finally passed through the narrow gap.

The room behind the door was just like the basement outside, extremely dim, lit only by a few flickering candles.

The dim lights reveal rows of long seats, which look like a prayer hall prepared for praying believers.

Passing through the corridor between the two rows of benches, there is an altar-like decoration in front.

But on the altar, there was no holy emblem inlaid like the Church of the Seven Gods, but a painting hung on the wall -

That is a corner of the painting world, a part cut off from the original painting.

The main body of the painting world is obviously not in the northern continent, but in the land abandoned by the gods.

The Dark Saint stopped again, stood aside, and stared at the embers quietly.

The ember walked across the altar and approached the painting.

And the moment he reached out and touched the painting, a flashing white light instantly enveloped it.
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As the white light flashed, the world passed before my eyes.

When I came to my senses, the embers had already appeared halfway up the mountain.

Countless tiny black and red blood vessels stretched out from the fungal mat, spreading toward the top of the mountain like ivy.

The further down you go, the denser and thicker the 'blood vessels' become, and the thicker the fungal mat becomes.

Looking down from a high place, the foot of the mountain is a blood-red hell of endless fungal mats, and everything you see is blood-red. The layers of "blood vessels" piled up densely together can naturally cause discomfort deep in people's hearts, making people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

But on the other hand, the higher you go, the sparser and thinner the "blood vessels" become, and they will break if you step on them.

It was not until near the top of the mountain that the blood vessels finally stopped spreading upwards.

The emerald green forest comes into view, full of vitality.

But at the same time, this touch of green is also the only stunning scenery in this bloody hell.

This was not the first time that Yu Jin came to this painting world. He walked straight to the top of the mountain with ease.

There is a village in the green forest, where the sounds of children playing and people are bustling can be heard from time to time.

But when Yu Jin came last time, there was no one here.

Just as he was about to continue moving towards the temple on the top of the mountain, a clear voice called out to him:

"Big brother!"

Yu Jin turned around and saw a cute little girl jogging towards him holding a windmill.

The little girl came to Yu Jin panting and handed the windmill to him, her dark eyes sparkling:

"For you."

"Thank you."

Yu Jin was silent for a moment, took the windmill and thanked him softly.

"You're welcome."

The little girl's eyes curved into crescent shapes and she asked curiously:
"Brother, are you a pilgrim?"

"A pilgrim?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl's eyes lit up and she said excitedly:
"Grandma said that pilgrims come from far away. They cross hell to come here just to go to the top of the mountain to see the Lord. I want to be a pilgrim when I grow up!"

Yu Jin looked at the innocent and lovely appearance of the little girl and warned:
"better not."

"Eh?"

The little girl blinked and was stunned for a long time before she responded.

Meanwhile, the embers had left and continued their journey towards the top of the mountain.

The real creator is the creator believed in by the former Silver City, that is, the ancient sun god.

When the true Creator was just born, his strength had been greatly weakened.

But by virtue of his alliance with the Black Emperor Solomon, he remains the orthodox faith of the Northern Continent.

However, the good times did not last long. He was soon defeated in the struggle with the Church of the Seven Gods, and his body was sealed in the God-forsaken Land.

According to ancient legends, at some point in the Fourth Epoch, Ouroboros, the Tail-Swallower, led a group of devout pilgrims or the remaining followers of the True Creator, and embarked on a pilgrimage by boat, chased by many powerful enemies.

For some reason, he abandoned the ship and, relying on the help of the 'True Creator' or his own strength, directly split the sea and led the devout through the remains of the God's War into the 'God-Forsaken Land', preserving the flames of organizations such as the 'Redemption Rose' and the 'Aurora Society'.

In the 'God-forsaken Land', they crossed the barren plains and built temples on the 'pilgrimage' route, which were later discovered by the exploration team that the 'Sun' was in.

You have to know that until the Fifth Epoch, He was still one of the orthodox beliefs in the Northern Continent, and He must have had quite a few believers!

Even if the real creator is an 'evil god', he will not treat his devout believers as consumables.

After all, even if we think from a purely profit perspective, both good and evil gods need a large number of believers as anchors.

No god would abandon his believers at will.

So the question is, where did those devout believers who followed the 'true creator' to the God-forsaken land in the legend go?
If they were in a God-forsaken land, why did the temples they built become dilapidated?
Didn't the True Creator provide shelter for his believers? The City of Silver was able to survive in the God-forsaken Land with the help of a few demigods, so it didn't make sense that the True Creator, a god like him, would not be able to protect his believers.

But from a factual point of view, no trace of these "pilgrims" was found in the God-forsaken Land.

So, these people live in a painting world?
In theory, it is indeed feasible. As a complete world, the painting world can provide survival for millions of people. The painting world of the Steam Church is the best example.

But the painting world owned by the real creator does not look like a suitable type for survival. The widespread corruption has almost made this world lose its value. Relying solely on the small forest on the top of the mountain, it is difficult to even feed a thousand people...

While thinking, Yu Jin had unknowingly arrived at the temple at the end of the mountain top.

Just like last time, the temple was grand and huge, but still extremely empty.

Only this time was different from last time, because there was someone greeting Ember at the entrance of the temple.

He was a tall old man.

He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly hunched back, completely white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars around his mouth, and was wearing a dark clergy robe. He was a rather old priest or bishop.

He bowed slightly:
"Welcome, Lord Embers. My Lord has asked me to wait here for a long time."

"who are you?"

The hunched clergyman still bowed, but his voice became a little louder:
"I am the attendant beside the throne of the Lord, the 'Angel of the Holy Word' Stifo."

As he spoke, the old man's figure suddenly swelled to four meters in height, and dark illusory feathers appeared behind him. Their light and shadow intertwined to form four pairs of deep but sacred wings.

Yu Jin looked at the giant in front of him calmly and said lightly:
"lead the way."

Stifel bowed respectfully and walked into the temple with heavy steps.

There are a large number of statues on both sides of the temple, all of which are vertical one-eyed giants.

At the end of the temple, a huge inverted cross is as tall as the hundred-meter-high temple.

Countless huge black iron nails and chains hung a naked, bloodstained man upside down and bound him tightly.

The Hanged Man, the true creator.

The upside-down giant opened his eyes behind the veil of shadows and stared at the embers in an upside-down position.

A terrifying aura suddenly descended, this aura was dark, filthy, and full of depravity!

The 'Angel of the Word' Stifo lowered his head respectfully, not daring to look at the upside-down giant who had opened his eyes. He retreated out of the temple, leaving only the embers and the true creator alone.

"ember."

The upside-down giant's lips opened and closed, making a buzzing sound:
"I want to make a deal with you."

As the voice sounded, Yu Jin's ears suddenly heard a series of mutterings with a strong sense of madness.

The madness was like a thin steel needle, piercing the eardrum, piercing into the brain, and causing waves of pain.

For ordinary people, just hearing His voice is enough to cause a loss of control.

But for Ember, it can be solved by just raising his hand.

What really interested Yu Jin was the language of the 'True Creator' -

It was not Hermetic, nor was it Giant or Elven language, nor was it even any language used in the northern continent.

But Yu Jin was very familiar with it, because it was Chinese, Chinese with some strange tongue-twisting sounds.

If it weren't for the mumbling that came with it, the voice would sound a little weird at best.

But with the layers of illusory whispers, his voice sounded more like the whisper of an ancient god.

"What deal?" Ember asked back.

The Hanged Giant spoke again:
"You need the Chaos Sea, and I need the Profane Slate."

"You give me the Desecrated Slate, and I'll give you the coordinates of the Chaos Sea."

"Also, I can give you a piece of intelligence. I am working with you in another one."

Yu Jin didn't seem surprised and asked in a normal tone:

"Where is the Blasphemous Slate?"

"The King's Court of Giants."

"You need the key."

"Where's the key?"

"I don't know. My influence in the Northern Continent is limited. You have to find it yourself."

"In exchange, I can give you another piece of information."

"Amon is trapped in the Chaos Sea."

The true Creator’s answer was quite honest.

Yu Jin asked calmly:
"If I were to kill Amon, what would you suggest?"

The upside-down giant was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke:

"He left many clones in the Northern Continent. If you want to kill him, it's best to destroy all of his clones at once."

Ember was a little surprised:
"Isn't he your son?"

The True Creator's tone returned to calm:
"He hates me."

The answer is irrelevant to the question, but it is still sincere.

Yu Jin asked casually:

"Anything else you want? You'd better make it clear once and for all."

The True Creator said in a deep voice:

"I give you the coordinates of the Chaos Sea, and you give me the Chaos Sea."

“Only the right to use it.”

"can."

"Pleasant to work with."

The Hanged Giant remained silent, and hummed:

"Pleasant to work with."

"Keys?"

Yu Jin recalled that he had once stayed on the Golden Dream for a while.

That time, Edwina's men happened to salvage a huge black iron key.

Is it possible that that is the key to the Giant King's Court?

Yu Jin suddenly asked:

"What does a key look like?"

The True Creator was silent for two seconds, and then a picture appeared:

It was a huge black iron key. It couldn’t be said to be exactly the same as the one Yu Jin had seen, but it was completely identical.

Yu Jin immediately said:

"I have seen this key."

Edwina should still be in the Sonia Sea.

And coincidentally, he also needed to make a trip to Sonia Sea recently.

"..."

The True Creator did not respond, probably because he did not expect it to happen so soon. After a long while, he spoke:

"When you find the key, you can go find Stif and he will take you to the God Forsaken Land."

(End of this chapter)