Ark of the Immortal

They thrive in the world of never-ending paintings.

Because the pigment used is the blood of dark souls. So this picture will hardly decay over time.

The people inside don't know the passage of time. Nothing can measure time except the passing of life.

As the painter who created the painting, he is also an ancient creature with the blood of the dragon clan.

The eldest lady lives in the church on the top of the mountain.

She created a new world, but left behind the old church and similar buildings, not to miss anyone, but to wait for those who had not returned.

If the slave knight in the red turban walked in here in confusion, he would definitely recognize this church.

But time will flow after all, just like the changes of generations, it will never stop.

After a long period of time, someone discovered the scroll where it was stored.

They were people who experienced despair, but they finally built a village near the mountain.

After seeing this world beyond their imagination, people who suffered from natural disasters subconsciously believed that this was a place created by God.

They begged the gods to protect them and protect them from natural disasters. Even if we are in eternal winter, it is much better than surviving in the erosion of natural disasters.

The kind-hearted young lady couldn't bear to see so many lives passing away.

After leaving the scroll world, the arakkoa knights discovered that this was no longer the original world.

After confirming that the outside world was temporarily safe, the eldest lady made a decision.

As the creator of the painting, she completely integrates the painting itself with the mountain.

Part of the scroll was soaked in reality, bringing coldness to today's Kjerag, which is the snow realm.

As a scroll with the power of dark soul, it can naturally resist the invasion of natural disasters.

The eldest lady didn't want to leave the painting world, so she asked the arakkoa knight to tell the Kjerag people living nearby who relied on the scrolls.

If there are monsters intruding, you can have someone come and receive the power of the scroll.

Therefore, the arakkoa knights selected some powerful people from Kjelag as messengers to communicate with the scroll.

The organization of these messengers was called Manjuyuan.

Those who receive the power of the scroll must have the same characteristics as the eldest lady.

This also means that you must be a woman and a girl to use some of the power of the scroll.

On the land of Kjerag, Manzhuyuan was born, as well as a saint who could communicate with gods.

As a remnant of the Age of Fire, the girl used the bell as a token to use the power of the scroll.

This is why the saint can call on the power of the wind and snow by ringing the bell and praying.

And those who don’t know what the prayer is and ring the bell privately will be counterattacked by the power of dark souls.

This was the miracle performed by the person who created the Painting World of Ashes.

But no matter how perfect the body is, it will be corrupted by time.

Even the blood called dark soul can attract evil intentions.

That power, which is similar to the same source, attracts the profoundness wandering outside the world.

One day, the eldest lady vomited out black blood, and the blood spread outside the church like a living thing.

The crow people who served the eldest lady discovered this situation. They used the cold wind and snow and martial arts to defeat the first batch of malicious intentions that penetrated into the painting world.

The painter knows that this is no ordinary dark force. Although similar to a dark soul, if this malice overflows in the scroll, the originally solidified dark soul will boil.

Everything in this picture will be saturated by the abyss.

And the scroll that was originally integrated into the mountain will naturally spread the abyss to the entire Kalan Holy Mountain and even the entire territory of Kjerag.

Kill me, put your sword through my throat...

The eldest lady asked the crow people.

In this way, the power of darkness can be delayed and the scroll can be maintained as long as possible. At least within a hundred years, there will be no danger, which is enough for you to leave.

No one wants to kill the eldest lady with his own hands.

She is the painter who created the world and the extraditer who saved their lost souls.

But the abyss was too active, and the eldest lady's condition worsened day by day.

Finally, at the request of the eldest lady, the Crows tied her up in chains and imprisoned her in the cold darkness at the bottom of the church.

The first fire has been extinguished, and nothing can ignite the abyss and destroy it completely.

As the deep intrusion gradually spread, the arakkoa made a difficult decision.

Since the material of the scroll itself is blood, as long as there is fresh blood, the scroll that is infected by the darkness and constantly decaying can be suppressed.

Just as they had done before, the nuns and priests of Iredel continued the painting with their own blood.

Today's Crow people also use their own blood to repair this ashes.

They must not give up until the Ashes return.

What has been done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again.

As a result, people gathered in the holy mountain in the scroll.

They closed the communication between the scroll and the outside world Kjerag to prevent the abyss from flowing out.

He also embedded the power of the scroll into the Holy Bell, hoping that the hero with the flame could follow the guidance of the Holy Bell and come here.

They picked up the blade and cut wounds on themselves to let the blood flow into the royal weapon.

Using the royal weapon as a paintbrush and the blood on his body as paint, he repairs the picture that has been eroded by the abyss.

Before the blood on a person's body is drained, he will hand the knife in his hand to another person, and he will walk down the mountain and return to the entrance of the holy mountain to worship upward.

He is praying that his blood can protect the young lady from more pain.

He also uses his own body as a beacon to guide him into the world of painting.

The rate of birth of life gradually cannot keep up with the rate of consumption of life.

Initially, one person's blood is enough for a month.

Eventually, a person only had enough blood for a week.

As of now, one person's blood is only enough for one day.

The population, which originally numbered in the thousands or tens of thousands, gradually dwindled.

The wrists of one person after another were cut open, and the blood slowly flowed out and turned into paint.

One after another, the knife was taken by another person's hand and scratched on the other wrist.

In this battle to suppress the Abyss, not a single sword was wielded to slay the children of the Abyss.

But they used blood like rivers and seas to prevent the abyss from going any further despite the erosion over thousands of years.

The people of Kjerag never thought that it was never a god who protected them.

It is not a great deed created by gods and heroes

People who are just struggling to survive maintain this painting world that is about to be eaten at the expense of the population.

Waiting for the hero to arrive.

Until the flames lit up.

Now, the last arakkoa slit his own wrist.

Just when the last handful of blood was about to drain, the sound of the door being pushed open was heard.

He thought he was his successor, but he didn't expect it to be an outsider.

His cloudy eyes saw the figure, and with the smell of fire, he saw the hero's return.

So, trembling, the last arakkoa lifted up its withered body and used its last strength to crawl down towards the ashes in front of it.

Ah...Lord Ashes...

Please...light the fire...

Please...let the eldest lady see the flame...

Blood followed the cracks in the floor, filling the hollow spaces.

The black feathers were blown by the cold wind and kept swaying.

The creeper closed his eyes and exhaled his last breath.

The undead man's stiff hand remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly clenched it!

After a long absence, the undead man felt his lips constantly trembling.

Without blood, the royal weapon could no longer suppress the manic darkness.

With a strong vibration, the holy altar near the wall retreated, revealing the downward steps.

There is a dark quagmire surging up the stairs, dancing with greedy minions.

That is the human swamp formed by the malice outside the world.

clatter...

The undead took steps and walked forward.

The moment he stepped on the black mire, the soles of his raised feet ignited with fierce flames.

Wow!

This flame, as the darkness itself continues to spread, seems to be burning with him as firewood!

The flame opened its mouth, trying to burn and devour the darkness that was watching it!

The unknown hero held the big sword behind his back and slowly walked down the stairs to the dark room.

As he approached, fire flew up and ignited the darkness.

Just when he reached the last step, he also saw the Painter inside.

His hands and feet were bound with chains, and sharp hooks made of iron were dug into his flesh and hung on his spine and shoulder blades.

That was the restraint she had placed on herself.

As a window to the erosion of the deep, the Painter of the World itself is a huge source of pollution.

If she can't suppress her violent rationality, then these iron chains and hooks will be the last barrier to limit her rampage.

Da da da

The half-dragon girl opened her eyes, trying to see who was coming.

But the depth outside that world had long since completely eroded her eyes, and there was nothing but darkness.

However, the scorching temperature of the flame told her the answer.

Ah...it's you.

Lord Ashes.

The corners of the half-dragon girl's mouth raised in an arc, and the dark liquid flowed down the exposed corners of her mouth, dripping onto the ground, continuing to penetrate the painting world that was once the home of the Forsaken.

...

The immortal took a deep breath, suppressed the rage in his heart, and spoke in a gentle tone that he had never spoken to anyone before.

Even though this tenderness is so stiff.

Well... Miss, it's me.

when!

The iron locks and hooks embedded in her body gradually collapsed, revealing flesh and blood dyed purple-black. Purple-black crystals grew wildly on her exposed skin, and mud and turbid water also surged from her body. out.

If it's you...then I'll be relieved.

when! when! when!

Iron locks and hooks kept disintegrating and hitting the wall.

The last restraint of the half-dragon girl also collapsed in the erosion of madness and darkness.