Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 654: Flame Hell Alman

From then on, every time Xingluo practiced, he would set the God of Light as his "imaginary enemy".

This is his biggest secret, and something he cannot reveal to this day.

Whether it was the deduction of time and space spells or the release of dragon language magic, his imagined opponent was always the god high in the sky.

This is Xingluo's unique and terrifying growth trajectory.

Ever since he obtained the Divine Flame Crystal, his enemy has always been the Lord of Light.

Kronos is not alone.

Before he disappeared, he led a mercenary group.

That's no ordinary mercenary group.

The five of them roamed the continent and dared to confront the gods head-on.

Their battle flag was just a piece of gray cloth with one word written on it:

--"ban."

People call them the SSS-level mercenary group.

This is the mark that both secular power and the temple have put on them:

It is both a warning and an admission.

The legend of their five people:

Captain Kronos, the god of time and space, can freeze thousands of troops in a single thought.

The remaining four are all demigods or above, and each possesses a power that is enough to create the world.

They swore an oath at the foot of the temple:

"If one day the gods oppress mortals again, we will return."

Later, Kronos disappeared in the War of the Gods.

The four men dispersed and their whereabouts are unknown.

The mainland gradually forgot about them.

Now, Xingluo has reached the eve of the war of gods.

His enemy is no longer the human race, but the almighty gods.

He needs a strong helper.

That night in the Valley of the Requiem Bells, when the second bell rang in the sky, four strange and oppressive auras appeared outside his camp.

The Moonfall Blade immediately became alert, Pandora and Mo drew their weapons and stared nervously into the darkness.

However, Xingluo seemed to have been waiting in his dream. He just slowly raised his head and whispered:

"...You guys are finally here."

Four figures walked out of the darkness.

They were wearing tattered cloaks, were tall, and each carried a different kind of pressure.

They are the remaining four members of the SSS-level mercenary group.

Now, they have finally returned as promised.

Their names have long become taboos in legends.

But their past is still circulating in the corners of the mainland:

The First - a demigod warrior born in a land of fire, who sacrifices blood and controls flames;

The second person - once the most dazzling saint in the temple, but she defected from the divine power and held the "Fallen Holy Light" in her hands;

The third man - a traitor to the Dwarven dynasty, forged the "Void Hammer", capable of striking space itself;

The Fourth Man - the heir to the lost royal family of the human race, carrying a cursed sword and using his soul as a blade.

Each of their stories can become an epic.

And today, they walked into Xingluo's camp at the same time.

Xingluo looked at them with complicated eyes.

He understood that the figure of the old man in his dream was not an illusion.

Kronos once existed, and his will now lives on in these people.

And these four people will also become his helpers in the war of gods.

"From today on," Xingluo said slowly,

“You are not the remnants of the mercenary group, but my fellow Xingluo.

The war of gods has arrived... Let us tear the sky apart together!"

The black dragon Xiao Hei roared to the sky, silver bells rang, dragon language magic and time and space magic intertwined, and the elements of heaven and earth resonated at this moment.

The four of them nodded at the same time.

Their eyes were cold and determined.

——Before the War of Gods, the embers of the SSS-level mercenary group were rekindled.

At the southern end of the continent, there is a desolate red land called the Red Flame Wasteland.

The scorching sun there is always burning, there are burning fire veins buried under the desert, volcanoes erupt all year round, and even the air is filled with the smell of charcoal and sulfur.

People called the inhabitants of that land the Sons of Fire.

They are naturally heat-resistant and have the power to resonate with fire running in their blood.

However, this power also makes their lifespan extremely short, and they often die prematurely before the age of forty due to burning blood.

In this wasteland, a baby named Arman was born.

He was born during a volcanic eruption, the village burned in flames, and he cried in the flames.

The elders said, "This child will be born with flames."

The tribe of Huoyuan has an ancient tradition—

When a child reaches the age of sixteen, he must undergo a fire and blood sacrifice.

Slit your wrists in front of a pool of lava, letting your blood fuse with the flames. If you survive, you inherit the power of the flames; if you fail, you turn to ash.

When Arman was sixteen, he stood in front of boiling lava.

His wrists were cut and blood dripped into the pool of fire, making a hissing sound.

In an instant, flames erupted and engulfed his entire body.

Everyone thought he was doomed.

However, when the flames dissipated, he still stood in the lava, his eyes burning with red flames, and his blood had completely merged with the flames.

That day, the tribesmen called him:

Blood of fire.

The power of fire is not a blessing, but a curse.

Alman's power was too great, and his presence made the tribe panic.

When he loses control of his emotions, the flames will erupt on their own, burning down houses and even injuring loved ones.

Late one night, the clan leader and elders decided to exile him.

Arman woke up in the flames and found himself besieged by his tribesmen.

His father held the flaming blade, and his mother cried out for him to flee.

That night, he fought his way through a bloody battle, leaving behind him burning villages and fallen relatives.

He wandered in the wilderness with only one thought in his mind:

"Since I am the blood of fire, I am destined to live a lonely life."

Word of Alman's power spread across the wastes, and many kingdoms sought to claim him for their own use, but none could withstand his flames.

Until one day, he met Kronos.

It was a chance encounter.

Alman was hunted to death, and a hundred thousand troops of the Holy See of Light surrounded him at the border of Fire Plain.

Just when he was about to be suppressed by the Holy Light Formation, an old man in a gray robe walked out of the void.

"Son of Fire, would you rather have the flames burn on yourself or on the head of the gods?"

Alman raised his eyes and saw the cloudy yet sharp gaze for the first time.

He laughed wildly: "I'm willing to burn the whole world!"

Kronos held out his hand.

"Come, join my mercenary group. Let your flame become the forbidden fire."

The years in the SSS-class mercenary group were the true transformation of Arman.

Kronos suppressed the flames with the chains of time and space, preventing them from consuming him;

Another member taught him to use the power of his bloodline to communicate with the fire element instead of devouring it with brute force.

After years of training, he finally completed a terrible trial.

He stood at the crater of the extinct volcano, with his arms outstretched, actively igniting the blood in his body.

His heart burned into a fire core, his bones turned into magma, and his soul was completely integrated with the flames.

When the volcano erupted again, he walked out of the sea of ​​fire, his body intact, with red wings burning behind him.

At that moment, he truly became a demigod.

The mercenary group gave him the name:

Hell of Fire Alman.

However, the gods will not allow such an existence.

In that ancient war between gods, Kronos was surrounded and attacked by the gods and eventually disappeared.

The mercenary group's oath was not fulfilled, and the five members were scattered all over the place.

Arman returned to the Fire Plains and found that his people had long been wiped out in the war, and only desolate black sand remained in his homeland.

He wandered alone among the volcanoes, accompanied by the flames every day.

People thought he was dead or had gone insane.

Only a few know that he is still waiting—

Waiting for the day when the forbidden oath will be awakened again.

On the night when the requiem bell rang, Alman finally walked out of the fire field.

He saw Xingluo standing on the back of the black dragon, staring coldly in the direction of the god, just like Kronos once did.

Alman came walking on flames, and the volcano on the fire field behind him erupted at the same time, lighting up half of the night sky.

He slowly walked in front of Xingluo, his red eyes burning in the darkness:

“I was with Kronos.

From today on, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

Let my flames burn through the heavens of the gods."

Xingluo looked at him with a calm expression.

Xiao Hei's dragon horn made a slight sound, as if in response.

——The blood of fire returns.

From then on, Xingluo's camp had one more demigod.

As he walked into the camp, the soldiers subconsciously stepped back.

The burning aura was a pressure that no mortal could withstand.

Pandora stared quietly and whispered:

"This is... the legacy of Kronos."

Arman responded in a deep voice:

“No. This is the legacy of the fire.

The flame belongs only to battle, it will not yield and it will not stop."

He roared to the sky, and wings of fire spread out behind him, with flames shooting up into the sky.

The entire camp was illuminated in crimson.

Under the night sky of Requiem Bell Valley, Xingluo and Arman stood side by side.

They knew this was just the beginning.