Is such a rotten world and despicable king worth challenging?

Looking into Hawkwood's tired gray eyes.

It seemed that for the first time, Hui Jin felt the despair and discouragement rooted in Hawkwood's heart.

"……I have no idea."

Ashes said.

I am just an ember awakened by the sound of bells and longing for fire.

For one reason or another, the Xinwang are unwilling to continue the initial fire, and what I have to do is to bring the Xinwang back, or bring back their firewood, so that the first fire can continue and the world can continue.

That is my mission, my innate desire for fire as a fireless ashes.

When the flame was about to extinguish, I threw myself into the furnace and burned my soul, humanity and even my body.

But in the end, due to lack of strength, he eventually became ashes and failed to reach the rank of Salary King.

So I can't understand how miserable this rotten world and this despicable king are.

As the scheduler of the salary kings, all I believe in is my mission.

And with that said...

Ashes looked at the sword carried behind Hawkwood.

It was a sword that looked similar to the Wolf Sword, but it had always been wrapped in a scabbard and had never been pulled out by Brother Cangxin.

During the days and nights at the Fire Sacrifice, he held the shield in his hand, sat dejectedly on the steps and sighed.

It was only at this moment, the first time the two of them talked so much, that Hui Jin noticed Brother Cang Xin's sword, which seemed particularly familiar.

"...Perhaps...can you talk about the Frank Undead Team?"

Hui Jin's eyes retracted from the hilt of Brother Chong Xin's big sword.

It is not difficult to find that Hawkwood's sword is the Farlan Great Sword - exactly the same style as the large swords that are engraved next to the empty throne with "King of Salary - Farlan Undead Team" engraved on it.

But there is no doubt that he must know some information about the French Undead Team.

Hearing this, Hawkwood took a deep look at Ashes.

"...what a fool..."

Even so, do you still want to continue your mission?

For a moment, he couldn't see clearly the true nature of the ashes in front of him.

When they first met, he had thought that this poor non-combustible garbage was just an apostle of the Fire Prevention Woman, willing to be a tool that could be manipulated for the so-called "great cause of spreading fire".

But this moment.

He also seemed to see something in Ashes' eyes.

what is that?

Is it hope? Is it sincerity?

Or a faint but bright ember spark?

The same answer as Ashes - he doesn't know either.

Perhaps at this moment, as someone who knows King Xin's past, he, like Ashes who has lost his memory, is just a fool who is ignorant and confused about the world.

Perhaps at this moment, the faint but blazing fire in Hui Jin's eyes also made his heart waver a little.

Salad—Salad—

Stepping through dry and barren yellow weeds, Hawkwood left the Wolf Sword Tomb and walked towards the Fire Transferring Sacrificial Site.

"...Outside Lothric City, in the lower level of Undead Town, I heard there is still a way to go."

"That is the road for transporting living sacrifices to the Deep Church. If you follow the road, you can reach the Fortress of France..."

Speaking of which.

Hawkwood's voice paused, as if he was a little distracted, and his voice was also a little lost:

"The French Undead Team is an army of undead people. We..."

"They swore on the wolf's blood to monitor the abyss. As long as there was the slightest sign, they would not hesitate to destroy the entire country,"

"That's who they are..."

"And if you want to join the French Immortal Team, you have to pass a special test——"

"Extinguish the three wolf smokes of Fran Fortress, and the door to Wolf Blood will open..."

Say it.

Hawkwood shook his head, seeming to feel both sad and ridiculous:

"... Even a cursed immortal person still believes that he is special. It's really sad..."

While talking.

The two of them also returned to the Fire Sacrifice.

salad.

The frustrated brother once again sat in his old seat, looked at the weakly burning and swaying campfire, and sighed.

Then, he took out a heavy gem from his arms and handed it to Ashes:

"I'll give this to you, I won't need it anyway..."

"You guys who don't know the heights of the world, if you want to understand what it means to never look back without hitting the wall, then go ahead."

"I'm afraid you will be just as discouraged when you come back."

That's it.

The discouraged brother stopped talking and just looked at the throne covered in dark red cloth and guarded by countless French swords.

The low chanting of You Yan sounded in the Chuanhuo Sacrificial Site.

Ethereal and sad, with a distant and ancient smell of dust.

It was as if it had crossed the long river of countless days and nights, and finally exhausted its last strength, stopping at this sacrificial site and slowly circling.

It's also like the embers of a fire that has been burning over the Fortress of France for many years, but was extinguished at this moment.

rumble--

Pushing open the long-dusted stone door, Hui Jin was deeply shocked by what he saw and heard along the way.

This was also the first time he felt the desperate influence of "the fire is about to go out, but the king is nowhere to be seen".

The town of the undead is full of undead people who have turned into zombies.

As the First Fire became weaker and exhausted, humanity and memory continued to drain away, plunging the entire Lothric into a desperate haze of zombie transformation.

In order to deal with the increasing number of undead people, the sacred tree at the bottom of the town, which was originally the most prosperous, dense, kind, and efficacious, became the best place to bury the undead.

Until the sacred tree was also eroded and became a cursed tree.

There is an atmosphere of confusion and despair everywhere.

Just like the kneeling pilgrims on the broken bridge of Lothric, looking at the direction where the flames were rekindled, they were unable to do anything to face the broken bridge like a chasm in front of them.

Of course.

The world is not dead and gray, full of loneliness and complete despair.

On the road, he met a strange person.

The whole person is not tall, and is even a bit funny. The bloated armor on this person makes him look fat, like an onion with legs.

Completely opposite to Brother Cangxin.

Brother Onion is always full of optimism and worry-free mood. Even if he is injured in the encounter with the devil, he will kindly remind him not to be reckless and protect him behind him.

After finally winning the final victory, he would breathe heavily, sit down to celebrate with himself and drink wine, and raise his glass boldly: [Long may the sun shine!]

Along the way, Hui Jin saw the gloom of the world, and at the same time he saw the brilliance of humanity shining in the gloomy world.

Perhaps the world will one day fall into a long period of darkness.

But the brilliance shining in human nature will be like the eternal burning star of enlightenment and will never be extinguished.

Until in that darkness, a weak but hopeful little flame ignited again.

Accompanied by the rumble of the door opening.

In front of him, a huge altar covered with bluestone bricks was revealed.

"call--"

Hui Jin raised his hand to fan the dust falling in front of him, but suddenly he heard the sound of clanking knife tips clashing continuously in the altar——

…

Liuliu's eyes followed the winding blood trail in front of him, looking in the direction of the sound.
To be continued...