(The story of this chapter takes place in Chapter 1313. Xia De is beside the first fire and learns about the Temple of the Dark Night from Sister Devlin. The two plan to return to Mibao together.)
Walking out from the doorless gate of the ancient sacrificial ground, standing on the steps covered with snow and gravel that almost merged with the ground, overlooking the mountains, Xia De felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.
Standing here, you can almost touch the sky, the weather is exceptionally good, and you turn your head to see Sister Divelin, who walked out of the dark sacrificial field, her extraordinary temperament and this ancient The ruins are truly fitting.
【Maybe you just think she is pretty. 】
"She" said with a smile, but Shad pretended not to hear.
Xia De originally planned to return to Mibao now, and it was almost lunch time, and Grace and Helen made an appointment to have lunch with him. But the nun stopped Xia De, and said in a slightly indifferent voice:
"Can I spare you some time?"
"Oh, of course, what are you going to do?"
Sister Devlin helped him so many times, and of course he was happy to help her.
"It doesn't take too long, I just hope you can go to a place with me."
"Is it in Miburg?"
"not here."
The nun came to Shad, her silver visor gleaming in the winter sun. It's colder on top of the mountain in winter than in the city, even outside Randall's Valley, but her attire hasn't changed much:
"plz follow me."
The area of the ancient ruins where the sacrificial site is located is very large, and the sacrificial site itself is probably at the top of the ancient ruins backed by the mountain, occupying a small total area of the ruins.
The nun led the way for Xia De, crossed the entrance of the oil painting in the basement of the Snake Heart Hospital, and continued to walk down the snow-covered road.
It was autumn when Xia De came here for the first time, so he knew what it was like here. There are no trees on the bare top of the mountain, and the old gray stone stepped pavement, which was dug by hand but almost integrated with the mountain, is hidden from the remains of the surrounding sacrificial grounds, towers and other relics.
The journey was not long, and Sister Devlin walked silently on the snow without saying a word. Shad looked down at her footprints, guessed at the shoe size, and felt something was wrong with his actions.
In just five or six minutes, Xia De saw not far below, in the middle of the path on the top of the mountain, the ... square surrounded by gravel and low walls clinging to dry tree vines, or a similar place.
"It's the cemetery, the cemetery of the fire nuns."
Sister Devlin said as if she knew what Xia De was thinking.
The nun's cemetery is roughly circular, but on the left and right sides are towering cliffs and cliffs. The low walls on the front and back sides have solemn and solemn stone gates respectively, connecting the mountain paths up and down the mountain.
The stone gate was not locked, but the tall arch above it was nothing but wreckage.
The nun stretched out her hand to push open the stone door, but Xia De very gentlemanly said that he would do it by himself.
After using a little force, he found that the door was not moving at all, and then he bent down slightly and sank his center of gravity. With both hands, he fully opened the door amidst the harsh friction between the stone door and the ground.
Entering the open-air field, the diameter here is only about half of the square of Saint-Andres, but because there is nothing in it, it appears to be even more empty than the square of Saint-Andres.
Although Sister Devlin said this was a cemetery, Xia De didn't see any tombstones or tombs. On the contrary, the snow-covered ground is unusually flat compared to the mountain road, similar to the inside of the sacrificial ground.
"Sister Devlin, you said this is a nun's cemetery, so..."
"Yes, the nun who guards the first fire will sleep here."
"But I don't see..."
"We have been blessed by the first fire all our lives, and we will dedicate our bodies to the first fire after death, turning it into firewood for this flame to burn."
Although she said some cruel words, Sister Devlin's tone remained unchanged. The primordial fire burns the corpse without leaving any ashes.
While speaking, the two had already reached the center of the open field. As Sister Devlin waved her sleeves, the flames spread out around the two of them, melting the snow on the ground, exposing the ground covered by old long stone bricks.
Shad still thinks that this place is more like a square or an arena than a cemetery.
"This is our destiny, and this is where we belong."
She clasped her hands together, and looked at Xia De with the silver blindfold:
"It's the same for me. If one day, unfortunately, I die elsewhere, please bring my body back here. After burning, I will temporarily keep the fire until the order finds the next generation of nuns."
It seemed that Sister Devlin hadn't found a qualified replacement for her yet. After all, ring magicians who could hold the power of Chuhuo were extremely rare. But Xia De knew only one, that is, Luvia, who had received the flame in the sixth century in the past.
"Sister, you asked me to come here, probably because you want to say these things? Besides, we are partners, and I will not let you die unfortunately."
For a moment, Xia De seemed to see a gentle smile on Sister Devlin's face, but he wasn't sure if it was his own illusion.
The fair face is still facing Xia De:
"There are other things. I know that you have the power to open the door of death at will. I hope you can open the door here."
Xia De nodded:
"No problem, but what are you going to do?"
"Combined with the power of the Chosen One that I have, I want to meet a dead person."
"The soul cemetery behind the door on the third floor of my house can actually do it."
"No, this is a special soul that can only be seen here. Call out your own life ring and don't let it disappear before the end."
When she said this, Xia De understood, so he called out his life ring, and while the spirit rune was shining in the sun, Xia Degao raised his right hand and slammed it down:
"The door of death!"
The dark gap opened up, revealing the silent tidal flat, the water surface illuminated by the dark moon, and thousands of souls who turned their backs and left them.
The nun's life ring also appeared, and soon turned into a dark golden sickle and fell into her hand with slight burn marks. She handed the sickle to Xia De, and Xia De also reached out to grab it, but the nun shook her head:
"Please, take my hand."
Although she is a very indifferent person, Sister Devlin's hand is very warm.
The two held the sickle together, and as the handle of the sickle hit the ground, the sky suddenly became dark, and then heavy snow fell without warning. The rift leading to death opened until it swallowed the entire cemetery of nuns. The ground under the feet changed from stone brick ground to gravel ground on the tidal flat, and the light disappeared completely, leaving only the half round of the huge moon in the distance.
Snowflakes were falling slowly from the heights of the black sky, and Shad reached out his free hand to touch the snow, then realized that he and Sister Diveline had not entered a real death.
This place is similar to the "Narrow Room of Life and Death", but it is closer to death than any "Narrow Room of Life and Death".
"Please don't let go."
As the nun spoke, her voice was even more ethereal than before. She raised her head against the snowflakes and "looked" at the dark moon in the distance. The moonlight shone on her face, making that quiet and fair face show a different kind of charm.
After a while, walking retrograde with those departed souls, a middle-aged nun wearing a gray-blue nun robe of a similar style came from the distant water, with her back to Mingyue.
She also has long gray hair, but there are fiery red embers at the ends of the long hair, and the arms and clothes of the spirit body have traces of being burned.
"teacher."
Sister Devlin bowed slightly, and the nun on the water just stopped at a distance from the tidal flat, watching the two in silence, letting the departing soul pass her by.
"I have recovered the first split flame, and the information that the world is about to end has also been confirmed."
Her voice trembled unexpectedly, but the middle-aged nun still didn't speak, just looked at the two of them.
"I have found a hero who can take on the first fire, and he is willing to go on with me."
In fact, it was Sister Davelyn who was unable to move while Xia De was in a state of apotheosis, so Xia De had to touch the flames. On the night of the Battle of Mount Xikar, the nun's trembling tone when she said "I am willing to make it up to you in any way" on the top of the mountain is very similar to now.
But the middle-aged nun, who was burned by the flames on the water and had embers in her hair, still didn't speak.
Sister Devlin continued:
"I need your guidance, whether the path I'm on is correct."
This time the nun finally spoke, but this statement is not correct, because the mouth of the spirit body did not move, but the voice reached the ears of the two:
"Devline, trust your chosen hero."
Xia De, who was mentioned inexplicably, also looked at her, and "she" gave an evaluation:
[It was about nine rings before his death. 】
"The nuns who guard the flames will definitely appear in each generation under the guidance of fate. But so far, there are only a few heroes who take over the first flame. The original flame has chosen the destined hero for you."
Xia De felt that the hand of Sister Devlin she was holding was very stable, she nodded slightly:
"I see."
"The nuns who take care of the first fire also have the obligation to serve and help the heroes who inherit the power of the first fire. Devlin, you must understand your responsibility."
Sister Devlin nodded slightly again.
"There are not many chances to see you like this, let me see you, Devlin."
The middle-aged nun said again, so Sister Devlin looked at Xia De, Xia De let go slightly, then the nun pulled out her hand, and then Xia De held the dark golden sickle by herself.
This scythe is actually a part of the nun's soul. This is the first time Xia De knows that this weapon can be touched by others alone.
The nun didn't know what Xia De was thinking, her long gray hair slid over the blindfold, she took off the mithril blindfold with dense lines, then bent down and placed it at Xia De's feet.
The chosen one who died walked towards death, looking at each other face to face with the middle-aged nun who also walked on the edge of the tidal flats and dark waters.
Xia De didn't know what Sister Divelin saw, but after a while, the scythe in his hand shimmered, and the shimmer made the surrounding darkness and death recede, and they returned to the brightly lit hilltop nuns' cemetery In the center, the sky is really fluttering with snowflakes, and the ground that has been cleaned by Sister Devlin has been whitened.
The dark golden sickle dissipated in Xia De's hands, and the nun was standing in front of the cliff in front of her. So he bent down and picked up the luxurious silver blindfold that was more like a crown, and then he also came to the cliff and stood side by side with the nun.
Xia De held the crown and handed it to the nun. The nun seemed a little embarrassed, turned her body and put on the blindfold, and let the hair hanging from her ears cover the side of the blindfold~www.mtlnovel.com~ before turning around and saying to Xia De:
"I've gained a lot."
"It's not far from the Twelfth Ring Road, is it?"
Xia De asked with a smile, and Sister Devlin nodded slightly:
"Hero Chenghuo, if you have time, please visit here more often, I can teach you a lot... this is my responsibility."
"Of course, I still need your help in learning my thaumaturgy - Dream of the Moon."
Xia De nodded immediately, and Sister Devlin asked again:
"Is there anything you want to ask me now?"
She probably felt obliged to give Xia De more help under the reminder of her teacher.
Xia De thought for a while:
"How old are you?"
The indifferent nun just "looked" at him, and Xia De smiled sheepishly:
"It seems that this joke is out of place. I really have a problem when I say it. I recently got a large piece of mithril, but it will take a while to melt and forge. Sister, I know your eye patch is also made of mithril, so you can make it Shall I wear your blindfold and experience the power of Mithril alchemy items?"
This time Xia De was absolutely right. Facing the sunshine above the sea of clouds in the distance, in the snow, a red glow appeared on the indifferent face of this young nun who seemed to be only in her twenties.
The air seemed to be still for a second, and then, words that Xia De never thought of, came out of the nun's mouth:
"abnormal."
With normal steps, she turned and walked towards the arch leading to the top of the mountain from the nun's cemetery, causing the astonished Xia De to stand still and think:
"Is this requirement... very unsound?"
Xia De only heard "her" smile, but didn't notice the faint smile that really existed on the face of Sister Devlin who left with her back to him, passing through the snowflakes.