Ark of the Immortal

But God just spoke to me, asking me to find a man wearing a mask, and also told me to call you.

Lord Ashes.

At this time, both Yin Hui and the undead were stunned.

It's not that Yin Hui doesn't believe in the existence of gods. But he would never think that a god would give such clear instructions.

As for Yin Hui, he feels that man can conquer nature, and man's own efforts are enough to compare with the blessings of gods.

Not to mention that Yin Hui has never seen any revelation from the gods for so long. In addition, the tragedy that happened to his family when he was a child made him understand that Manzhuyuan is just a tool for rule.

But this does not mean that Yin Hui does not believe in the existence of gods at all. But he would never think that God would give such clear instructions, but more of a vague guidance.

Moreover, it looks like a dead person.

Yin Hui looked at the undead man. The limbs of the undead man were very stiff, which showed that this title was not often heard, at least for the undead man himself, it had a special meaning.

The undead man was even more shocked. He had never given this title to anyone in Kjerag.

If Enya knew this title, she could only hear it from the god in her mouth.

That is to say.

Show me your bell.

The undead man's voice became a little deeper, not allowing Enya to refuse.

Enya didn't think much about it. The Holy Bell was indeed important, but it was not more important than the god himself.

Moreover, not everyone can use the Holy Bell...ah? !

The undead man stretched out his hand, shook the bell, and placed it on his chest in a skillful manner.

Ding bell-ding bell——

The holy bell suddenly lit up with a white light that was extremely familiar to Enya. Then in front of everyone, including Kakufeng, the undead man pressed the Holy Spirit on his chest onto the table in front of him.

Like a rippling lake, the space on the tabletop seemed to be distorted, swaying outward layer by layer.

Soon after, a line of white mysterious fonts appeared on the table.

Miracles (seeking advice)

This is the way that immortal people communicated with each other and left messages in ancient times.

It is widely used due to its concealment and persistence of information.

Everyone can see it.

Enya’s eyes shine, as expected! The warrior in front of me is the man inspired by God!

She quickly moved her gaze to the table.

After becoming a saint, the power given by the gods allowed her to understand some of the languages ​​used by the gods.

When communicating with the gods, the gods mostly communicate with Enya in this way.

Only occasionally, when the god is in a good mood, will he say a few words in Enya's ear.

Therefore, Enya was able to understand the words on the table and read them out.

Lord Ashes, please light the flames.

Enya read out these words without missing a beat, so that both Yin Hui and Jiao Feng could understand what their gods were saying.

Of course the undead man could understand, but he didn't understand what was going on.

He watched with his own eyes the Painter of the World died in his arms and turned into a point of light and disappeared!

Then, the undead man raised his right hand and attracted everyone's attention.

laugh.

There was a soft sound, and a wisp of fire rose from the palm of the undead man's right hand.

The flame is so pure and intoxicating that no one can take their eyes away from the flame.

At the same time, the holy bell on the immortal man's left hand rang without shaking.

The flames in his right hand enveloped the immortal and Enya in an instant!

Enya felt that the scene in front of her was completely covered in flames, and then she lost consciousness.

The undead man looked at the flames around him. He didn't understand what the flames wanted to express. But he knew that the flames did not harm Enya. Because the weak soul in Enya's body is still stable, and even becomes more solidified in the burning of the flames.

Yes, Enya's soul has grown enough to be noticed by the undead.

Miss!

Jiao Feng shouted out uncontrollably, but was held back by Yin Hui, preventing him from getting close to the flame.

Don't get excited, Kakumine!

At this time, Yin Hui was still very calm. He did not think that the undead would harm his sister.

Perhaps this is a special way of communication?

In that darkness, Enya opened her eyes.

What appeared in front of her was an extremely narrow room.

This room is filled with various transformations, as well as a huge easel, and a huge picture frame that has been covered with canvas.

And right in front of the easel, sitting on a high stool, was a little white girl.

Her hair was extremely long and braided to the ground.

Even though she didn't speak, Enya got the answer from her intuition.

Lord God?

Um...little Enya?

The painter turned her head, and the scales on her face confirmed that her identity was not simple.

After seeing Enya, the painter smiled.

You're finally here! It looks like you've found Lord Ashes?

um, yes!

Enya didn't dare to get close. She stood several meters away from the Painter, lowering her head slightly, full of respect for her own god.

“I heard your call and found your champion, the one you revealed to me in revelation.”

Eh? But Master Ashes is not my warrior? It would be better to say that he is my benefactor.

Eh?

Enya suddenly raised her head, and she remembered how she was just in front of the undead man, pretending to be very high-profile, and wanted to know his name.

this...

Enya blinked.

broken!

However, Lord Ashes probably won't care if you call him that. After all, he never cares about such details.

The Painter waved his hand, which also dispelled Enya's nervousness.

Enya, come on, come here.

Enya felt a burst of joy in her heart. She took two steps forward and came to the Painter of the World.

The painter turned her head and looked at the canvas in front of her.

Look, the one painted on this painting is Lord Ashes.

Enya turned her head and saw the appearance on the painting.

A warrior in full armor holding a large spiral sword.

The armor on his body seemed to be worn out as if it had experienced thousands of battles. But the fiery red lines flowed on the armor. Even on the canvas, it seems to be alive and flowing.

Not to mention, the top of the helmet that covered his face had broken teeth-like patterns that were melted, just like the crown of a god.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the thing in the palm of his left hand.

It was a flame, a flame that should have been bright. But now it was extremely blurry, but even so, looking directly at the flames made Enya feel her eyes swollen and her head sore.

Don't force yourself to look. I'm just letting you take a look, but you can't look too much.

The Painter stretched out his little hand and patted Enya on the head.

Enya felt her eyes cool down and became comfortable again.

Well... I asked you to come here because I wanted to talk to you about something, but it seems that it is no longer necessary.

The painter picked up the paintbrush that was placed on the high table next to her, and she looked at Enya beside her.

Come on, come closer.

Enya carefully pressed herself against the side of her god.

The painter picked up the paintbrush and tapped it lightly on the tip of Enya's nose.

In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge flowed into her brain from her nose. This knowledge gathered into the most essential lines, and a painting of freezing weather was sketched in Enya's mind.

this...

Enya stayed where she was, the huge amount of knowledge was like a torrent of terror, almost destroying Enya's thinking.

Don't be nervous, this is a spell that should be taught to you slowly. But considering that I am no longer Kalan, I just leave a seed in your head.

The painter put away her brush and said with a smile.

When you get familiar with it, you'll know the usefulness of these spells!

At this moment, two figures came out of the stairs from the side of the hut.

An old man wearing a red pointed hat came into the room carrying an old and incomplete sword.

He also held a basket of paint-like liquid in his arms.

Miss, I'm back.

Grandpa Gale!

After seeing Gale, the World Painter's smile grew wider and he stretched out his hands.

Gale came to the Painter, reached out and picked up the Painter, and gently carried her to another high table next to her to sit down. At the same time, she also placed the paint basket in her arms on the table.

Another figure casually found a seat and sat down. But he always seemed to be in the sunlight shining through the window, dazzling.

Oh? Outsider?

The man was wearing ordinary armor, with a sun with a funny expression painted on his chest.

Even the head is made of what looks like an upside-down iron bucket as a helmet, and there is a feather standing diagonally on the top.

Well, Lord Solar, this is the inheritor I left behind in Kalan. He came here through Lord Ashes, but he won't stay long and will have to leave soon.

Enya couldn't help but turn her head when she heard the painter's name for the armored monster, and bowed her head slightly to the warrior named Solar as a sign of respect.

Is that so? Hahaha, that's just right. I want to ask you to do me a favor, okay?

Enya nodded.

You say.

...

Enya opened her eyes and sat up from her chair.

The undead man sat quietly beside her. The flame in his right hand suddenly shrank after Enya woke up, and then disappeared in his palm.

At the same time, Yin Hui, who was sitting opposite the two men, breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. He leaned back on his chair and took another sip of coffee.

Have you met her?

The undead seemed to have anticipated what was happening.

Yes...yes! Master Ashes.

After coming out of the flames, Enya's attitude towards the undead suddenly became respectful.

She stood up from her seat and bowed her head slightly facing the undead man.