readsfreenovel Chapter 543: Dark Ending Rebirth Speculation
Chapter 543: Dark Ending Rebirth Speculation
Blood-red corruption permeated the snowy ground, and the once verdant forest had become withered and twisted.
"King, save me...save me..."
The mutilated human figure was crawling in the snow, its body covered with black mud, like a skeleton that had been soaked in the mud for years, rotten and dirty.
The silver sword stabbed down from above, piercing through the black figure and the snow beneath it.
The twisted black shadow wailed and turned into a pool of smelly black water.
Spreading across the snow.
The knights with the symbol of the Lord of Light on their armor slaughtered the deformed people with expressionless faces, their hearts already numb.
The dilapidated village was silent, without a sound of human voice, as quiet as death.
The leader of the knights sighed as he looked at the empty village.
"If this continues, everyone will die..."
As the [Dark Ichor] spreads, the inhabitants of the painting world quickly twist into mindless monsters, and the curse of the abyss spreads among the living.
Ignoring all kinds of isolation measures, it cannot be cured or stopped.
"Your Majesty, please think of a solution!"
"All your people are going to die!"
The courtiers knelt in the king's hall and wept and begged.
On the throne, Zhang Hong looked haggard, his brows knitted, and he sighed, "I have ordered the Painter to redraw a new world. Please be patient for now, we will be able to move to the new world soon..."
"But Your Majesty, I heard that the dark blood used to make the blood of painting is no longer available..."
“…There will be.”
In the secret room, Zhang Hong looked at the mysterious substance collected by the knights in silence.
"King, let me do it. The kingdom needs you to lead it!"
"No, let me do it. I am the Hand of the King and I should take the responsibility!"
Several trusted knights and ministers nearby were vying to speak.
Zhang Hong raised his hand to stop the quarrel and said without question: "If you wear the crown, you must bear its weight. I am the king, and this is my duty."
After saying that, he stepped forward and drank the bowl of profound substance.
Then he knelt down in pain and screamed.
……
A few months later, a raging fire broke out in the painting world of Elekalia.
An order came from the King's Hall, and the remaining thousands of people moved collectively into the new painting world.
The shadow of the abyss was finally dispelled, and laughter and joy returned to the people.
As time goes by, people gradually forget that painful history.
They lived peacefully for hundreds of years.
Until the curse of the abyss came a second time.
"Queen, it's bad. The eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince have led their troops into the palace!"
The guards came to report in a panic.
The woman sitting in the queen's seat did not change her expression, but just sighed softly.
"Let them in, and order the guards not to stop them."
"This……"
"There has been enough bloodshed and sacrifice. No more deaths are necessary."
Three tall, burly young men, dressed in shining golden armor and holding bloody swords, broke into the king's hall.
With a solemn and murderous aura, he knelt before the queen and said, "Mother, please forgive me for my disobedience. For the sake of the people of the world, I beg you to let me see my father and ask him to come out and save the world!"
"Ugh……"
The queen sighed, "Do you really want your father to die?"
The three princes looked ashamed, but then they became resolute and said loudly, "Father once said that if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Now the kingdom is about to collapse, and father holds the blood of darkness in his hands. Only father can save the world from the water and fire..."
"Did you know that the Dark Blood has dried up?"
"...I know. So I hope that you can restart the campfire. Under the illumination of the campfire, the painting world will surely be stabilized."
"You are trying to kill your father... Never mind, just follow me."
The queen brought the princes to the deep basement of the palace and met the king who had lived in seclusion there for a hundred years and had never been seen.
On the throne, there sat a dried corpse. It was tall, wearing a crown, armor, and holding a broken sword.
Sensing the arrival of everyone, the mummy on the throne raised its head and looked at everyone with its two scarlet eyes.
"Queen...you are here...and you...Si Lan...Si Hua...Si Ai..."
The princes were all shocked to see their father like this.
"Father, he..."
"In order to repair the painting world, your father swallowed the cursed object and turned his blood into dark blood... Now he is cursed and his blood has dried up. He has been tortured beyond recognition."
"..."
The princes were silent.
The eldest prince then took the lead and knelt down, "Father, I am an unfilial son and cannot share your worries. Now the painting world is in danger. I beg you to order the restart of the Fire Transmission Ceremony. I am willing to become the Fire King and sit on the Fire Transmission throne."
"Passing the fire... hehe... after going around in a big circle... we're still back to the starting point?"
"That's it...that's all..."
The next day, the king ordered the construction of a fire-transmitting sacrificial site in the royal palace, and the fire-transmitting ceremony was launched soon.
A few months later, the sacrificial site was completed.
The old king arrived with snow-white hair and a face as old and dry as a corpse, and ignored the opposition and sat on the Fire Throne alone.
As the bonfire at the Firelink Shrine was lit, a golden sun appeared in the sky of the painting world. The wind and snow dissipated, the clouds cleared and the sun came out, and all things in the world welcomed the long-awaited light.
The eyes of the king on the Fire Throne, enveloped in blazing flames, gradually closed, and he turned into a sleeping torch.
……
"don't want !"
With a scream, Zhang Hong woke up from the nightmare.
It took a long time for my mind to recover from that horrible scene.
The burning painting world, the collapsed royal city, the deformed people, were all swallowed up by the bottomless darkness. Everything he cherished, the princess, children and subjects, all turned into monsters and fell into the abyss.
[Is this a nightmare? This is too real...]
[No, this is where?! ]
Zhang Hong looked around and found himself sitting in a dilapidated sarcophagus surrounded by a dark cemetery. It looked extremely familiar.
He was stunned.
Isn’t this the cemetery where the character was born when I first came to the Dark Souls world?
Am I reborn?
Zhang Hong had a strange look on his face. He climbed out of the coffin and walked outside to check the situation.
"Welcome to the Firelink Shrine, respected Lord Yuhui. As you can see, I am the Fire Keeper, the one who maintains the campfire and serves Yuhui. Lord Yuhui, please feel free to order me around."
The familiar Firelink Shrine, the familiar firekeeper wife, and the same old lines.
Zhang Hong was in mixed mood.
Am I reborn or is this the second week?
"Alice, is that you?"
The fire keeper's body trembled, and she said blankly: "How do you know my name..."
Killing the wandering zombies blocking the way with ease, Zhang Hong carried a big sword and walked on the road leading to the Deep Church, retracing the Fire Road. He could pass the level with his eyes closed.
Zhang Hong is thinking about his previous experiences and what to do next.
After dying once, his mind became much clearer and he remembered a lot of things from the past.
But I also realized that I could no longer remember some of my original memories.
Is the result of death to lose memory?
If this continues, won't he sooner or later forget who he is and why he came back to Earth?
In the end, will you really become a character in the game world?
No!
This is absolutely not possible!
The deadlock must be broken.
The plan of extinguishing the fire + painting the world in the first round failed. The Dark Ages has not ended yet. The painting world finally failed to resist the erosion of the abyss and was buried in the abyss.
This time, Zhang Hong decided to make a different choice.