I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 533: The Past of the Gods Painting World

"Ah, Mr. Ember, it's you. I'm glad you came to visit me."

On the high tower in Anor Londo, the half-dragon girl sitting on the fence on the top floor of the tower looking at the moon seemed very happy about Zhang Hong's arrival.

A faint smile appeared on the delicate face with a little baby fat.

"Yourshika, I have something to ask you..."

"You are the daughter of Sun King Gwyn. Do you know why the Sun King chose to burn himself to continue the First Fire? Didn't he ever think of other ways?"

After thinking it over, Zhang Hong felt that he might be able to get answers to some questions from Youershika.

The girl may seem innocent, but if you think about it carefully, she is actually an old monster who has lived for thousands of years and must know many ancient secrets.

Youershika was stunned for a moment, revealing a look of reminiscence, "My father... That was a long time ago, so long ago that I almost forgot what they looked like..."

"Mr. Ashes, do you want to hear my story?"

"My pleasure."

Youershika looked at the misty moon. Under the moonlight, the white veil on her body fluttered gently in the wind, and her snow-like skin glowed with crystal light.

Her gaze seemed to travel through time and space, and she calmly narrated her origins in a tone full of nostalgia.

"My mother is actually a person who has never existed in history, Priscilla, the daughter of the white dragon Hiss."

"White dragons are considered an ominous creature by the world, and we, the descendants of white dragons, are also regarded as an ominous creature and hated by people."

"In order to protect my mother, my father placed her in the painting world of Elemias. I was born and raised there. The only people who knew about my mother and me were the royal family and the knights who were responsible for protecting the painting world..."

"My brother didn't release me until Anor Londo became history, but my mother had already passed away..."

"In fact, my mother always harbored resentment, thinking that the world of painting was a cage that imprisoned her, so she resented my father and this political marriage until her death... I actually suspected that my father never truly loved my mother and us, and that we were just tools for him to maintain his royal power..."

Yuershika's voice was cold and filled with resentment.

His expression remained calm though.

"But none of us expected that father would choose to pass on the fire in order to continue the world."

"Perhaps he had already anticipated the end of the world's destruction, and was willing to sacrifice himself to continue the First Flame... In fact, he still had room for choice at that time. Other gods were still alive, and he could have forced others to pass on the fire and reap the benefits. However, he chose to separate his king soul in exchange for allies and protection, and threw himself into the furnace..."

"Now that I think about it, he did it not just for the kingdom and its people, but also for us, his children. He hoped that we could continue to live in a bright world."

"Mr. Ashes, you have never seen the Age of Fire. It was truly a wonderful age."

"Flowers are blooming, trees are green, everything is growing and full of vitality. It is an ideal place that only exists in dreams."

"So many people are willing to sacrifice everything to maintain such a beautiful era. Even if the silver knights who followed their father turned into wandering souls, they are still carrying out their missions in their lifetime..."

Zhang Hong sighed and told the cruel truth, "But the soul is about to burn out. After all, it can't return to the Age of Fire. The First Fire will go out sooner or later."

Yurshika nodded.

"Indeed. That's why my brother gave up the path of passing on the fire, stayed in the ruins of Anor Londo, and waited with me quietly for the next reincarnation to begin."

Zhang Hong's mind moved, "You mean, you have a way to avoid the so-called dark ages?"

"Yes. That is the world of painting. It can exist safely without relying on the First Fire."

"The painting world is the last refuge my father built to preserve the fire. If the First Fire is finally extinguished, the survivors of the Kingdom of the Sun can enter it for refuge and wait for the next First Fire to appear."

This plan sounds reasonable.

Since the fire is destined to go out, let it go out, transfer the living people to the painting world, wait for the outside world to evolve and stabilize again, and become suitable for human survival again, and then come out of the painting world.

"Where is that painting world?"

Zhang Hong wanted to go and see it for himself.

If feasible, perhaps the fire extinguishing + evacuation solution is the best option.

Yurshika's expression darkened and he sighed softly, "It no longer exists. The painting was destroyed by a betrayer. I shouldn't have trusted that person... Salivan..."

It's Sullivan again.

How come you have done all the bad things?

Zhang Hongzhi gritted his teeth, wishing he could drag that guy out and whip his corpse.

"Then do you know how to create a painting world?"

Not giving up, Zhang Hong asked.

The half-dragon girl shook her head. "Only the Elle family has the power to create the painting world. They seem to be the descendants of the World Serpent. But as far as I know, they hide in the painting world and avoid the world... But now the painting has been destroyed and cannot be entered. I don't know the situation..."

"Mr. Ashes, perhaps you can go and look for any surviving painting messengers. They are the secret keepers of the painting world. Although they were massacred by Sullivan, there may be survivors..."

"Perhaps we can also consider looking for the World Serpent. I heard that they are hiding in the abyss underground..."

Zhang Hong nodded. "Thank you for providing so much information. I'll give these things to you as a gift. It must be boring for you to be here alone."

Zhang Hong left behind some books and some small items, all of which were things related to the Kingdom of the Sun that he collected during his adventures.

Maybe it can alleviate the loneliness of this orphan girl.

Zhang Hong left in a hurry.

Youshikar picked up a badge with a smiling sun face from the gifts and murmured softly to himself.

"Father, brother... maybe he can recreate the prosperous era you wish for..."

……

Zhang Hong ignored Rudolph's nagging request to pass on the fire.

This old man said that he couldn't hold on any longer, but in fact he was very strong and could be fine even if he burned for ten or eight years.

In order to explore the secrets of the painting world, Zhang Hong and his five sworn knights traveled around the world.

Going deep into the ruins and flattening the abyss, I finally found clues to the world of paintings in the deep church.

He was an old man who was kneeling in front of the statue of the Goddess of Sin in the deep church hall, muttering to himself and looking somewhat unconscious.

"...Great God of Sin, please answer my humble prayer and grant me your flame that cleanses sin. Eleidel needs flame, we need flame..."

In fact, Zhang Hong had seen this half-crazy old man in the Church of Sin a long time ago.

But after trying to communicate without success, I ignored him.

Nor did he kill him.

When they met again this time, he heard the word "Ailedel" from his mouth, which immediately caught Zhang Hong's attention.

Could it be related to the Ailei family in the painting world?

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Zhang Hong stepped forward again to communicate with the other party.

"Old man, the Elidel you are talking about is the world of paintings?"

The old man shuddered, as if a keyword was triggered, and looked up at Zhang Hong with a little surprise.

"Ah... this smell... is Lord Yuhui of Wuhuo, great... If it were you, you would definitely be willing to help, right?"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes were shining.

"Don't get excited, old man. If you have something to say, speak slowly. I'm listening."

"Ah, sorry, I'm just too happy... There is a cold world called Elidel, and our young lady is there. I want to ask you to show her fire, a special fire that burns corrupt things... As an ash, you must be craving for fire, right?"

"...How can I help you?"

Although the old man was a little confused, the Eleder he mentioned seemed to be the painting world mentioned by Yurshika.

Zhang Hong decided to follow his request.

“Ah… please wait…”

The old man remained kneeling on the ground the whole time. I don't know if it was because he knelt for too long that his knees became stiff and he couldn't stand up. He took out a piece of dark red cloth from his arms, which seemed to be a fragment of something.

"This is a fragment of Elidel. Please touch it, my lord."

Transmit props?

"Wait for me here and protect this old gentleman."

The five sworn knights nodded and formed a circle around the old man.

Zhang Hong took a deep breath and reached out to touch the rag in the old man's hand. A dazzling golden light burst out from his fingertips, and then a strange pulling force pulled Zhang Hong into a white light.

After a brief feeling of weightlessness, Zhang Hong felt grounded again.

The white light dissipated, and a world of ice and snow appeared in front of Zhang Hong.

——The painting world of Elidell.