Chapter 1845 - 1080: Painting World Aredel_2

Gapar followed the sound and looked over.

He saw a person wearing a pointed red hood and battle-scarred armor, kneeling on the ground with limbs outstretched, appearing extremely humble, even servile.

He was kneeling in front of the altar of the Purification Church, as if praying to the gods.

"Red hat, pointy head, big beard, yes, that’s him."

Slave Knight, Gael.

After confirming the target’s identity, Gapar strode towards Gael.

Upon hearing footsteps, Gael raised his head, rummaging in his arms as if to retrieve something, saying:

"Is it Ash? Please come over, please..."

"Cut the crap, hand over the fragment."

Gapar stepped up to Gael, directly grabbing his arm with an assertive style.

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Encountering such an enthusiastic Ash for the first time, Gael’s actions paused for a moment, resulting in Gapar forcibly opening his hand due to a lack of strength.

Revealing a fragment in his hand that emitted a gentle white light.

Without hesitation, Gapar snatched it up.

Instantly, the fragment burst into a strong light, and he was forcibly pulled into the light by an overwhelming suction!

The Purification Church returned to silence.

Perhaps because Gapar’s series of actions were too forceful, after Gael reacted to the situation, he mumbled to himself:

"When two Ash meet, the fire ignites."

"Hehe, hehehehe..."

The church echoed with his sinister laughter, full of satisfaction.

But after a few laughs, he stopped.

If he had used his wisdom to trick someone in, he might have laughed, but this time... it was Gapar who touched it voluntarily.

Seems like I don’t really have the right to laugh, huh?

Looking back to Gapar’s side.

After experiencing the teleportation wrapped in bright light, he finally landed on solid ground.

But before he felt the ground underfoot, he was hit by a bone-chilling wind mixed with a snowstorm, with a coldness comparable to magic.

"I knew it was coming, cough cough..."

Gapar wanted to make a remark, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he got a mouthful of snowflakes, numbing his tongue.

He had to shut his mouth and look at the new world before him.

[Painting World of Airedel]

With the appearance of familiar magic words to adventurers, before Gapar stretched out mountains and forests covered by a boundless blizzard.

Visibility was extremely low, only allowing for a clear view of a few nearby trees; further than that, the scenery became pixelated by the storm.

This place was an entire painting world.

And the Slave Knight Gael originally stood ready at the Purification Church, holding a piece torn from a painting of the Painting World of Airedel, waiting to trap others.

But Gael probably didn’t expect someone as "passionate" as Gapar to exist, who would willingly request to jump into the painting world upon meeting him.

This information was all provided to Gapar by Luluwo.

In the Sain Dungeon, countless adventurers roamed every day, each with their own encounters, and when the population base increased, someone would eventually stumble upon something new.

The well-informed strategy group would take these new tidbits seriously and turn them into their wealth.

Luluwo received her intelligence as a gift from another strategy group during a gathering.

After completing the Fire Transmission and becoming Ash, if one went to the Deep Church, they would encounter an old man named Gael at the Purification Church there and could enter that painting world by touching the fragment in the old man’s hands.

Why can Gael use a fragment directly, but we usually have to work to assemble it to enter the painting world?

Upon hearing this information, Luluwo’s first thought was actually this.

Since then, she joined forces with other strategy groups to explore Airedel, which led to Gapar’s current notes.

Following the notes, Gapar reached Airedel, and next...

"I need to find a church, and there’s a long suspension bridge before it."

He put down the notes and glanced at the snowstorm.

"How am I supposed to find a path here?"

In the end, he adopted the most primitive and straightforward method.

To wander aimlessly.

Airedel is a world endlessly soaked in cold, full of rugged mountainous terrain and snow so deep it reaches the knees, with scattered trees standing in the cold wind.

Such a landscape naturally lends itself to monster ambushes.

Gapar barely took a few steps forward when a wolf pack emerged from the blizzard, the largest among them nearly the size of a pet from the Ratagan household.

The wolves couldn’t harm him, but after he drove them off, long and thin figures emerged from the snowstorm.

Falan Ghosts, a group of soldiers deeply connected to the Fran Undead Team, now wandering within Airedel, launching merciless attacks on all comers.

These guys fought in teams and also utilized the terrain.

After Gapar dispatched a few, the Falan Ghosts initiated an avalanche that buried both them and Gapar under a massive pile of snow.

After who knows how long, Gapar emerged from the snow, covered in it.

The damage wasn’t severe, thanks to his high resistance to the cold, but it was deeply insulting.

Walking through the mountainous forest, he frequently encountered these unexpected groups.

Sometimes they triggered avalanches, sometimes they cut trees to set traps, sometimes they devised strange contraptions.

At first, Gapar found these situations novel; later, they became tiresome, and the seemingly endless number of these enemies made it even more so.

Moreover, he got lost in the blizzard, and wandering around, he inevitably encountered these battle-loving monsters with no solution at hand.

"Ow!"

While passing through a forest, a sudden scream in his ear startled Gapar, as a blast of extreme frost sprayed from the side.

He jumped aside to dodge it, only to discover a figure hiding in the forest with the upper body resembling a woman and the lower body of a tree... should it be called a tree demon?

This creature wasn’t strong, but its shrieking abilities were unparalleled, annoying Gapar immensely.

In addition to them, there were even more elite beings.

Millwood Knights.

These robust knights, dressed like Vikings and wielding big axes, were all elite monsters, and even after Gapar cut through their waists, they would fiercely jump up to strike him.

For all his wanderings, Gapar indeed broadened his horizons.

"All sorts of nasties you’d never encounter outside."

Although, to him, "nasty" was definitely a derogatory term.

After trekking who knows how long in the blizzard, he finally saw his destination.

A long suspension bridge swayed in the storm, looking precarious, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

The towering church stood on the opposite side of the bridge, looming mystically in the snowstorm.

"Finally, time for the main course."

Gapar fearlessly stepped onto the swaying suspension bridge, reaching the church gate and pushing open the stone doors.

Warmth drastically different from the blizzard greeted him from beyond the door.

His attention was immediately drawn to a divine statue facing the entrance, and the woman seated beside it.

By her attire, it was apparent she was a nun, her expression serene, exuding an otherworldly aura.

"A lost Ash?"

The nun raised her head, looking at Gapar who had just walked in, and softly said:

"Your mission doesn’t lie here, lingering is pointless, return to where you must—"

Before she could finish, Gapar drew the long blade from his waist.

And slashed at her with one swift motion!