In the center of the underground hall of the temple, on the hilt of the Holy Avenger, there was a flame so weak that it seemed like it would be extinguished at any moment.
But it was this small flame that emitted a tenacious power that protected the light balls in the center of the hall, firmly resisting the evil order that pervaded the entire world.
It could even split off some of its power to wrap around the ruins of the temple on the ground. Even Sui Xiong, who surpassed the elements and rules, did not notice the existence of this place at first.
Sui Xiong carefully flew in front of the flame, afraid that he would use too much force and extinguish it.
In the flame, he saw the figure of a pig-headed man. This pig-headed man was old and ugly, and he was as thin as a match. It was as if there was only a layer of skin left to wrap around his skeleton. But even so, one could see that his face was full of pain. It was obvious that he was enduring a great deal of pain.
His body was trembling, but he supported himself with a cane, trying his best to stand up straight so that he would not lose his balance and fall to the ground due to the pain.
Sui Xiong took a few seconds to recognize this pig-headed man.
He was the newest god under Sui Xiong's command. He was nicknamed the "salt-eating pig," the god of salt making, Fira Kenji.
Sui Xiong did not find it strange that Fira Kenji would appear in this last position to resist the God of Light's "new order." He believed in this subordinate's loyalty to him. But he was very puzzled. Why was Fira Kenji standing in the flame as if it was fuel?
And where were the other gods?
Sui Xiong felt that he had more or less guessed the answer, but he would rather have guessed wrong.
He trembled a little as he stretched out his tentacles and reached into the flame.
A very familiar power swept over him. It was brave, firm, bright, loyal, and unyielding.
Of course, he knew where this power came from. It was Leon's power. Although it was much stronger than the demigod Leon in his memory, its essence had not changed.
Along with this power, there was a mysterious power. The nature of this power was similar to that of the Master of Order, and it should have been left behind by the Master of Order. However, it was already extremely weak, and it didn't have any consciousness. It was just unconsciously operating in a fixed way. It constantly drew power from the flames and transformed and released it to maintain the enchantment around the temple, preventing the "New Order" from destroying the last shelter of the "Old Order" and completely erasing the last trace of it.
When Sui Xiong put his tentacles into the flame, the wonderful power immediately entangled him, trying to draw power from him and transform it into the power to maintain the barrier.
The way to absorb it was to burn it.
If Sui Xiong wanted to, he could certainly stop his tentacles from burning. However, not only did he not stop it, but he also transmitted a lot of power over, causing the flames that were about to be extinguished to suddenly burn up, illuminating the entire hall.
Under the illumination of the fire, murals began to appear on the walls around the hall. These murals were very familiar to Sui Xiong. It was a long narrative scroll. Sui Xiong scanned it with his divine thoughts and understood all of its contents. This long scroll recorded the resistance of the "Old Order" against the "New Order."
Just as Sui Xiong had guessed, when Sui Xiong fell into the Main Plane with the God of Virtue, he was sent to the God of Virtue. The God of Virtue's God Kingdom was broken up and used Void Space City as a base to build a defense against the God of Light.
After a period of time, the Master of Order could not defeat the God of Light and retreated to Void Space City. In that battle, the Master of Order, who had some enlightenment, used this "shelter" as a base to build a defense to finally resist the God of Light and barely maintained the situation.
Honestly speaking, if the God of Light really attacked with all his strength, even with the Master of Order's defense and the help of the gods, they would most likely not be able to resist. However, no one knew why the God of Light floated away after a series of attacks to no avail. He did not appear here again to personally attack the defense line of Void Space City even once.
However, this did not mean that the God of Light let everyone go. As the world order changed, Void Space City gradually became incompatible with the rest of the world. In order to maintain the existence of the defense line, the gods thought of many ways and spent a lot of divine power, but they still could not hold on. In the end, the defense line could only retreat again and again until it retreated to the core of the God Kingdom, the temple that was built with Sui Xiong's "computer" as the material.
At this point, there was really nowhere else to retreat to. A large number of mortals were sealed in the underground hall. They, who were incompatible with the new era, had no way of surviving in this so-called "New Order." As for the gods who escaped here one after another, they also could not adapt to the crazy "New Order" of the God of Light. Other than fighting to the death, they had no other choice.
In the face of despair, Leon, who had become the "Guardian God of Void Space City," stood up.
He and the Master of Order discussed for a long time and finally found a solution to the problem.
Leon stabbed his own sword in the middle of the hall. Then, the Master of Order abandoned his own rationality and turned himself into a strange flame. The power of the flame itself was weak, but it could turn any fuel in it into a powerful force to maintain the protection of the temple and to resist the erosion of the "New Order."
And the first god to jump into the flame and become fuel was Leon. He ignited himself, turning his body, soul, divinity, godhood, and even his own existence … Everything was turned into fuel, igniting a flame that was as bright as the sun.
With this flame, the temple was finally protected. Although the gods were sad about the fall of the Master of Order and the Guardian God of Void Space City, they finally heaved a sigh of relief.
However, the power of the flame was not eternal. As the days passed, the flame also became weaker. Gradually, it was no longer enough to protect the temple.
When the flame was about to be extinguished, the God of Justice, Yorgaardman, jumped into the flame and turned into fuel. He took over from Leon and continued to protect the temple, protecting everyone's last hope.
After that, the gods became fuel one after another. There were also some gods, evil gods, and demigods who could not bear such a tragic death and would rather rush out and die in battle … The last one to become fuel was the weakest of the remaining gods, the God of Salt Making, Fira Kenji.
On the scroll, there were many gods who left their last words before they jumped into the flame. At the end of the scroll, there were Fira Kenji's last words:
I am Fira Kenji, a pig-headed man with no abilities. I only relied on a small invention and the promotion of His Majesty the Master of Void Space to become a god and obtain immortality. Many people say that perhaps I am the weakest god in the world.
After a while, I will follow my companions and become a part of the flame. I will try to use my insignificant power to protect this place, to protect the last stronghold of the "Old Order."
I do not think that the things that we agree with and adhere to are old and wrong, and neither do my companions. One by one, we became flames not to fight for victory, but to work hard to protect our last dignity, to protect those who are willing to believe in us and stand with us until the end.
Perhaps our flames will eventually be extinguished, and the people we want to protect will die, but we fought until the very last moment. Regardless of strong enemies or death, we will not bow our heads.
The nobility of life does not lie in the strength of one's power or the level of one's divinity, but in the courage to face the enemy and face death. I wasn't sure if these paintings could be passed down, but I believed that even in the sinister and cruel "new order", there would definitely be people with such courage. In the midst of despair, in the face of death, they would show the noblest gesture of life!
Finally, we pray that His Majesty, the Master of the Void, will be able to return. We pray that this scroll will be able to record our final gesture and determination and offer it to you. We pray that you will be able to defeat the villain who thinks that he is above all and return the world to the right direction.
We will not be able to wait for your return, but we will always bless you.
The flames that we have become may be extinguished, but our wishes for you will always be there!
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