Chapter 792: Despicable

At the top of Mount Xikar, due to the eruption of the volcano, the sorcerers of the Orthodox Church originally stationed here had long since withdrawn. Either they entered the mountains to meet the evil spirits attempting to enter the city, or they entered the city to maintain order, or they joined the great battle above the city.

The eruption of the volcano, God's strike on the mountaintop, and the sinking of the silver moon into the crater completely destroyed the landscape of the mountaintop. Although the volcano had extinguished, only a few sparse trees remained on the mountaintop at this moment, and the mountaintop lake had turned into an abyss leading to the underground.

Countless white light shadows walked out of the abyss, walking along the silver path of shattered light toward the starry sky. And on one side of the mountaintop, a protruding cliff extended slightly above the abyss.

The wind was strong, and the deep autumn night was also very cold. No one noticed that a ray of silver-white light fell from the high sky, and then Xia De fell onto the cliff at the mountaintop.

He curled his body and fell onto the uneven ground. Above his head was the starry sky, and under the starry sky, four Phantasmagoria cards fell beside him, spinning.

"Oh!"

Xia De groaned in pain. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the lakeside of Lake Bena, but the excessive use of power was only enough for him to fall here at this moment.

It felt as if all the muscles in his body were melting, and his soul felt even more like it had shattered into fragments, each fragment being gnawed by worms. After burning divinity last time, he fell into a coma until he was rescued by Yin Luna and Luweiya. But last time, he still had the "divinity overflow" state after swallowing the second drop of divinity of the 【Lord of the Blood Banquet】, and the divinity in his soul could protect him.

And this time, the divinity obtained from the Blood God was used to defeat the evil god, and then he turned into the Underworld Moon to guide the thousands of souls of the Ringed Shushi to truly leave. He had no divinity at this moment. Although he would not die at this time, the torture of pain made the outsider truly experience the feeling of being worse off than dead.

Miss Feilianna had said long ago that even if Xia De's soul could carry divinity, burning divinity as a mortal would always come at a price.

Because of the intense pain, Xia De fell into a state of half-coma and half-wakefulness. Pain and emptiness tormented him. Curling his body on the ground, black blood kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth. His body felt as if it were being burned by fire, but also as if it had been thrown into the ice cave of the extreme north. It seemed as if there were insects gnawing at his internal organs, but also as if someone were cutting his muscles piece by piece with a knife.

The night was serene, and the crater close at hand was the souls walking toward the starry sky along the path of shattered light. And Xia De, covered in sweat, was already on the verge of collapse. If pain could still be endured, then the extreme emptiness of the soul was something even Xia De, who prided himself on his firm will, could no longer bear.

His soul and flesh had once sublimated to a very high dimension, but in an instant, he fell back to being a mortal. Without another drop of divinity in his body to support him, this emptiness deep in his bones and soul made Xia De feel that his soul was becoming pale and his flesh was about to disintegrate into meat chunks.

【Do you regret it?】

In his drowsy state, he saw many hallucinations and many people, but only the voice in his ear was the clearest.

"No regrets."

His blurred consciousness gave an answer. His hazy eyes looked at the starry sky above his head, looking at the light band walking in the starry sky:

"At least I can't die yet. Helping these souls is my own wish."

【Outsider, you are really stupid.】

"She" chuckled, and under the starry sea, Xia De, looking up at the moon, actually saw the silver moon at the end of the starry sea appear in double images, splitting into three moons: red, silver, and yellow.

He closed his eyes in pain. His body twitched and he still couldn't move, and he didn't even have the strength to reach for the 【Leaf of Eternal Youth】.

And "She" was singing softly. It was the holy song from just now, the wild and primitive ballad praising the moon.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, a gentle body seemed to hug him. In the embrace, his consciousness sank into a deeper layer, but he also felt that this embrace was so warm.

But when he tried to see who was hugging him, he was still lying alone on the cliff at the mountaintop. In the sky above the city in the distance, fierce battle sounds rang out again. Four-colored spiritual light cooperated with high-tier miracles that could not be distinguished at all to fight against the final power of the Ringed Shushi. He even saw the ancient phoenix fall into the mouth of the giant beast.

But these things had nothing to do with Xia De anymore.

He didn't know how long it had been—perhaps just a few minutes, perhaps a few hours. When Xia De finally could control his arm, he tremblingly took out his pocket watch from his pocket and tried several times to open the cover, but his hand trembled, and the pocket watch fell to the ground again.

His fingers fumbled in panic on the ground, wanting to pick up the pocket watch, but footsteps came from the direction of the stairs up the mountain.

Xia De wanted to stand up, or at least crawl up, but in the end, he only changed from lying to lying prone.

He didn't know who had come here, and the footsteps indicated that only one person had arrived.

A pair of fair hands picked up his pocket watch beside him, but did not return it to him. Subsequently, a bright flame lit up beside him, and someone lit a bonfire.

On the mountaintop cliff in the deep autumn night, the flame was so warm. When the warm firelight illuminated half of Xia De's body, he realized that although the terrifying pain and emptiness were still there, he could at least barely support his body.

At this moment, he was in a prone position, and he tried to use his right hand to support the ground to get up, but failed again.

But at least he saw who was by the bonfire.

It was Sister Daifulin, still wearing a black-gray nun's robe that looked like silk material, with a shawl of the same color on her shoulders. The silver crown-style eye mask reflected light in the bonfire.

The nun squatted down slowly until she knelt on one knee in front of Xia De. Behind her were Helen and Grace lying by the bonfire, and Little Mia also ran over excitedly. Seeing Xia De in this state, she meowed again, her voice full of sorrow.

It seemed that Sister Daifulin had gone to the lakeside at the foot of the mountain and brought them here.

"City... above..."

"That is my clone."

"Nun, good... give, the pocket watch... to me."

He was lying on the ground, and his field of vision could only see the stones on the ground, the nun's left knee in contact with the ground, and the robe.

The fair hand that took the pocket watch appeared in his field of vision by the firelight. The pocket watch was placed before Xia De's eyes, and the small shadow of the pocket watch jumped in the firelight:

"Help me... open it."

"No."

The nun refused. Xia De wanted to look up in surprise, but the intense pain made him almost unable to control his body. Mia had already come to Xia De's side, rubbing against him, meowing as if wanting to help him get up.

"Why...?"

"Xia De Su Lun Hamilton, are you willing to accept the power of the First Flame?"

The cold and serious voice asked.

"What?"

"Not everyone can accept the power of the First Flame. But you have already proven in death that you can. This power can support your empty soul and partially fill the power you are missing. Now, you only need to reach out to the flame I am holding, and you can inherit the power of this ancient fire."

Sister Daifulin knelt on one knee by the bonfire, holding up her hands in front of Xia De, and that slender flame appeared.

"Nun, you lent me power in death, and then appeared at this time. Why, why does it seem like you are planning step by step, planning to let me, let me touch..."

He spoke intermittently, and even just saying this sentence consumed a great deal of strength:

"Sister Daifulin, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Find a hero who can bear the First Flame, collect fire seeds with him, ignite the firewood, and let this flame, which is already weak to the extreme, continue to burn."

"You..."

"Proposing such conditions when you are so weak is indeed my despicable act. But the light of civilization has weakened to the extreme. If nothing is done, the world will move toward decay earlier. Sorry, Child of the Moon."

"What exactly do you want..."

"All things have an end, and even the world is no exception."

The nun's voice was very light. She had been maintaining the posture of kneeling on one knee in front of Xia De, but did not want to help him up:

"All things have an end. The end of the world is actually not far away. From the first era of ancient times to the present, supernatural power has been constantly low, and the scope of the material world has been constantly shrinking. I, who inherited the duty of guarding the First Flame, think that perhaps the Sixth Era is the last era."

Xia De lay on the ground, not wanting to speak anymore. Beside him was the firelight of the bonfire, and the cat had already lain beside him. He really wanted to lie down like this, instead of thinking about whether the world would be destroyed after a great battle.

"Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps this is just my hallucination. But, the prosperity of the First Flame can feed back civilization. Although this is not the deciding factor, at least it can let this world continue for a longer time.

Xia De Su Lun Hamilton, I am a despicable person at this moment, and you are a noble person. I request you, I implore you, touch this flame, even if, just with one finger."

For a moment, Xia De thought Sister Daifulin had gone crazy, because her words were actually trembling.

He struggled on the ground, wanting to sit up with his own strength, but failed again. Sister Daifulin was before his eyes, bowing her head slightly, firelight jumping on her fair face; kneeling on one knee, her hands held forward, the slender flame was in her burning hands.

Beside the two of them was the silver-white path of shattered light leading to the starry sea. The souls did not care about this scene at the crater, running peacefully toward the Underworld Moon at the end.

The wind at the mountaintop was strong. Xia De, who thought all things were over tonight, never expected such a thing to happen:

"Nun, you could have just told me directly, why do you have to be like this?"

His voice was still trembling, but "she" had already given him a hint; touching that flame and absorbing a portion of its sparks was indeed an effective way to treat his current condition, especially the state of emptiness in his soul. Even though the First Flame was far inferior to the power of divinity, it was at least enough to allow that terrible sense of emptiness to temporarily return to normal.

"Because not everyone is willing to bear the responsibility. I am a despicable person, and I am willing to compensate you in any way."

The fire approached Xia De.

"No need, just tell me in detail after this matter, what is going on with the Spirit Cult, the First Flame, and the end of the world you guessed." ===== CHAPTER 793 =====