Ark of the Immortal

At that time, he was praying to the goddess of sin.

No one knows how long he waited here or prayed here.

Until a pair of big hands pushed open the door of the small Jingshen Church and attracted his attention.

When he saw the silent knight, he smelled a familiar scent.

That was the person he was longing for, the person he was looking for, and the other prophesied ashes that would ignite the fire.

He said his name was Gail and he was looking for Ashes.

Ah, you smell of ashes. Are you ashes?

The old knight wore shabby armor and what could be called a tattered red turban.

His somewhat flattering tone made the undead man couldn't help but frown slightly.

The knight seemed to have never done anything like this kind of pleading and flattery, and was despicable.

Despite this, there is nothing to hide about his identity as Ashes.

After all, if it weren't for Ashes, which knight would come here to look for the King Xin who escaped from the throne?

yes.

The undead man nodded slightly, stretched out his hand, lit the bonfire, and sat down next to the bonfire to rest for a while.

Hey, it's you, it's another Ashes.

With a slightly nervous tone, he quietly took out a corner of a picture scroll from his arms.

This is a corner of Iredel. Come on, touch it, touch it.

The old knight leaned the scroll in his hand towards the undead, and kept talking to the undead in a pleading and crazy tone.

The undead man retreated slightly. He looked at the old knight in front of him, wondering why he would do such a thing.

Who are you? Why do you want me to touch this?

The undead man did not listen to the knight's words and touch, but asked.

After the old knight heard the undead's response. He immediately fell to the ground in grief, holding a corner of the scroll with both hands and raising it high above his head.

Please, touch the scroll and let Iredel light up the flames! Let the eldest lady see the flames!

After saying this, he raised his head again, looked at the undead man with his dry eyes, and said in a seductive tone.

Do you want to know the place where the dwarves are sealed? Do you want to know the truth of history?

Come on, touch it and I'll show you... hehehe... I'll show you.

The hunched knight picked up the scroll again and approached the undead man.

The undead man stared at the old knight in front of him, and silently, he made his choice.

The painting world of Iredel.

This is the final destination for homeless people and the last choice for all those who reach their end.

There is another world hidden in the scroll, a cold world without fire.

However, under the erosion of time, the picture scroll as the carrier of the world has gradually decayed.

In this picture, outsiders are unwilling to step out of the cold burial.

The pain of being burned by the flames made her unable to accept her destiny when facing the flames.

He was supposed to be the usurper of the flame, but he escaped from everything that belonged to him midway and hid in the last home of the homeless.

The snowflakes and cold wind soothed the burning pain on her face and locked her heart.

It comes from the prophecy that existed when the scroll was born.

“When ashes come in pairs, fire is kindled.”

The nuns from Lundauer forbade the illustrator to pick up a paintbrush and were always wary of letting other ashes enter the painting.

But it is a fate that cannot be escaped.

The old knight who had lost everything came into the picture.

He was originally an immortal and became a slave of the gods. He was named a slave knight and fought for the gods.

But after a long time, even the gods died, and the immortals who could not die fell into confusion.

Until he saw the World Painter, the half-dragon girl.

The slave knight who originally fought for the gods has since found a new master.

When the old knight sees the young dragon girl, will he give up his inner softness?

Miss, I will find the paint for you to paint the world.

Then it's settled, Grandpa Gale. I'll wait for you to bring the paint back.

During the long wait, the first person to wait was not the old grandfather, but another Ashes.

Despite recognizing that the undead man had been guided by the Rondall Mysteries, the nun still persuaded him to leave.

You are already the king of Londore, aren't you?

Please stop worrying about this. Go and seize the flame and complete what you should do.

But what Ashes saw was more than that.

He saw the twisted aboriginals wailing in pain on the ground because of the rotting scrolls and the priest's behavior of pouring blood to repair the scrolls.

He saw the arakkoa people who originally belonged here, kneeling in front of the church, begging the nuns to redraw their homeland.

He heard people praying to him to kindle the fire, ignite the old home, and remake the new world.

He couldn't understand why he didn't want the flames to ignite and end everything old and painful?

So, they took out their weapons and met each other.

But how can a nun who is addicted to the illusion of stability defeat a hero who is still going through ups and downs in battle?

What's more, the old knight also joined the battle.

The flying red cloak and the executioner's sword.

With the help of the undead, the two quickly defeated the hider.

The royal vessel containing flames smashed to the ground under the priest's wail, and the flying sparks ignited the blood and completely ignited the canvas.

During that battle, the nun who was tortured by the flames fell down, ending her pain with the sword piercing her chest.

If not for that prophecy.

If the nun hadn't been obsessed with the identity of the other ashes, and hadn't first taken out a weapon against the king hunter.

If they had a good chat, as subjects, they would beg the king to leave.

Would the ending have been different?

But the prophecy finally came true. Those who wanted to break the prophecy inadvertently accelerated the prophecy's fulfillment.

Thank you, Lord Ashes.

The girl sat on the high chair and expressed her heartfelt thanks to the undead in front of her.

Those who do not understand the flame cannot paint the world.

Those who are tempted by fire cannot paint the world.

I can already hear the sound of flames burning. I guess I will be able to see the flames soon, right?

However, before you can create a new painting, you need one more essential thing.

The reason why a picture scroll can carry life is precisely because it is drawn with life.

Among the raw materials for painting, there is an important raw material, which is blood.

The stronger the blood, the harder it is for the painted scroll to decay.

The nuns and priests continued to repair the scroll with their own blood, precisely to cover the original dilapidated hole with blood.

But after all, the blood is the blood of ordinary people. After rotting in the world of painting, it will quickly turn into the darkness deep in the human heart.

Only then did the immortal know why the old knight let him touch the scroll.

He wanted to let his master complete her mission.

He wanted the eldest lady to see the flames.

He wants the eldest lady to pick up the paintbrush and paint the picture.

A long time passed, and the undead traveled around the world before facing the flames.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what the world looked like today?

But what I never expected was that in the last days, I would actually see the traces left by my old friend.

Following the guidance of the red rag, the undead moved forward, passing through the path pieced together by the debris of the world.

I met the old friend at the edge of the giant tower.

Ah, it's you, Ashes.

The knight named Gale smiled at the undead.

Even though that smile was a bit catchy, at least they were friends who had fought together.

The immortal still greeted him.

Don't be afraid, just jump down, you won't die.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Gale shouted softly to the undead with a strange smile.

Then, the body fell down and fell into the endless abyss.

They killed the last demon at the end of time and parted here temporarily.

I will take the first step, Lord Ashes.

Gale picked up the big sword that already had signs of disintegration and walked towards the deep and long corridor.

Please... come to the end of time... I will be there, waiting for you.

So, the undead man continued to move forward after resting.

He uncovered the crimes of the ancient gods in the sealing place built by the gods.

That was the prison called Ring Seal City, where the last power of the flame was imprisoned.

He listened to the whispers of lobbyists emerging from the abyss and crucified them in the dark mire.

In the great chasm from which darkness gushed out, he slew the dragon that devoured the darkness.

The sharp blade penetrated the giant and sharp spear that protected the last god, and also tore the last fig leaf of the god.

The consciousness of the goddess Felianor ushered in a brief awakening, and the dome covering Ring Seal City was touched by the undead and turned into powder.

Behind the broken time magic, he saw what the world would look like at the end of time.

There was only deep darkness and endless yellow sand.

Even the descendants of the gods have turned into dry bones.

In front of the throne of the dwarf king, the undead saw the crawling dwarf king.

As he crawled, searching for the daughter of the gods, he called for help, even though his voice was hoarse and low.

Felianor...save us...we're going to be eaten by the red hoods...we're going to be eaten by the red hoods.

The undead man's heart felt a little heavy. He might have understood what happened.

After all, it is not easy to break the spell of the gods.

And only time can break the spell of time.

Rodlan's time and space was chaotic, and he didn't know what to do.

And Gale, the knight in the red turban, relied on his last wish as the cornerstone to keep walking in the turbulence of the world, and finally found a way to break the spell.

wait.

If you don’t know how to break time, just wait.