Ark of the Immortal

Her body expanded rapidly, and her last sanity was disappearing bit by bit.

She has waited for too long, enduring this pain and suppressing the filth in her body with the avengers outside.

Now, I finally waited for the final relief.

Lord Ashes...please, light the fire...

With the disappearance of the last trace of reason, the filth covered the painting world, and using her as an interface, it completely let go of the erosion of the painting world!

Malice is happily pouring into this former peach orchard. It smells the fragrance of the wreckage of the world, and it wants to take possession of the inheritance of previous generations as its own!

But what it didn't expect was that even ordinary people would one day perform miracles.

Countless inhabitants of the world of painting, as well as the will of the painter himself, shed all their blood and shut him out.

It was this resistance from one person, this will to suppress the abyss for thousands of years, that came together to become a miracle.

Through the boundless wind and snow, the unknown hero walked up to the holy mountain.

He will kindle a fire and burn up all uncleanness.

And that's exactly what he did.

good.

The undead moved his lips and spat out the last syllable.

Then fire swept everything.

It was originally a cluster of sparks, but the moment it came into contact with the abyss, the mud that was forced into the scroll was used as firewood, igniting a fire that reached the sky!

Red and gold patterns spread on the armor!

Scorching flames burn on the giant sword!

The fire that purifies all will eventually ignite the darkness.

The leader of the flames raised his head and looked at the huge monster that had completely turned into black sludge.

He raised the giant sword in his hand.

The scorching flames dispersed the cold wind and illuminated the entire dark room.

Roar!! Wuwuwu...

The monster is roaring and howling. It wants to affect everything around it with its howling, and it wants to use its dirty voice to distort people's will!

But it's not someone else it's facing.

The unknown hero raised his steps and walked towards the monster.

Woo!!

Wailing, this mysterious body condensed from the violent humanity raised its wriggling black claws.

The low filthy mucus represents its threat. Once contaminated, it will be irreversible.

The sharp claws fell from high in the sky, making deep dents in the ceiling of the entire dark room, and then smashed the stones towards the only light!

So, he raised the giant sword in his hand.

There was a flash of fire.

A blazing ring of flames swept across, burning the claws that came before him in an instant!

The pain at the beginning of the generation was clearly reflected in him, and the will hidden behind the surging darkness finally focused his attention here.

And the moment this breath came into contact, the malice flowing outside the world immediately let out a greedy howl.

Woo!!

They are enemies.

Those who want to swallow the flames must be prepared to serve as firewood.

Today, the skyrocketing flames are no longer as weak as before.

No one can stop his rage.

He will light up the dark night and dispel the fog for the dead souls in the wind and snow!

He will burn away the surging filth and light a bright light for the old friends in the world!

The molten iron gathered upwards and turned into a crown of steel flames, crowning the ruler of the flames!

The evil one in the abyss raised his arms and wanted to sweep everything away!

The crowned one of burning fire raised his giant sword to burn everything down!

boom!

Amidst the violent collision, a raging fire ignited on the top of the holy mountain.

It was as if a giant was shaking the mountains, the ground was shaking, and huge rocks were flying.

They will not stop until the fall of one side becomes food for the other side.

This is a grudge engraved in the will, even if the memory is lost, it will not be forgotten!

Finally, the mountains ceased, and only the flames remained.

The silent winner carried the giant sword behind his back, stepped on the flames, and walked to the ground on the other side.

There, there was a petite figure lying weakly on the ground.

Da da da...

She raised her eyes, dispersing the foggy fireworks, washing away the dirt in her eyes, and allowing her to see the igniting flames.

Ah...it's a flame...

The half-dragon girl was picked up by the undead and curled up in his arms.

Lord Ashes...

The light shining from her toes turned her body into sparks.

You saw...the arakkoa people, right?

Um...

Are they... okay? Did they obey... and left the scroll?

The undead man opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

It wasn't until after a long moment of silence that a single word came out of his dry throat.

have.

Really...that's great...

The painter's eyes were gradually covered with light.

But in the light, she vaguely saw a tall figure from behind.

Grandpa Gale...

Little sparks burned her body and washed away her soul soaked in filth.

Staring at the wonderful illusion, the half-dragon girl raised a hand and reached towards the false phantom, trying to catch the person.

The red headscarf fluttered in the wind. He stretched out his hand and seemed to be saying something.

I waited for you a long time.

I drew it...Grandpa Gale...

The light spots scattered, and the weight in the undead man's hands was gone.

The few remaining souls were floating in the air, and before they completely dissipated, they were gradually drifting toward the undead with the attraction of the initial flames.

The slightly profound soul melted into the undead man's chest, completely integrating with the flame at the beginning of the world.

The soul and the flame cheered, just like the reunion of relatives after millions of years.

The undead man held his chest.

Presumably, there must be a warm home in that bright flame, right?

Deep in the jumping flames, there seemed to be two figures, hugging each other.

Miss, Gale is back.

Welcome back, Grandpa Gale!

85. Silent burning

Perhaps no one has ever thought that burning can be silent.

When the flames spread all the way down from the holy mountain, the crackling sound of burning actually gave people a strange sense of silence.

The undead man stood on the holy mountain, silently watching the flames spreading downwards.

He himself didn't know what he was feeling now, but the long-lost sadness and relief flooded into his heart.

The Painter is a person whom the Immortals met at the end of the Age of Fire.

No, maybe you could call them friends.

This painting is named Ash's Painting World. It is the picture scroll that the immortal forgot his name back then and simply named it after Ash's identity at that time.

It was he who killed the slave knight Gale who was looking for paint, and it was he who gave the blood filled with dark souls to the eldest lady.

He also stood beside the eldest lady, watching her complete the painting bit by bit with a paintbrush.

At the end of the Age of Fire, there is only this picture left that carries the immigrants of the Age of Fire, who can still maintain their human nature after the first fire is extinguished.

If I had to make a metaphor, it would be like the last ark in myths and legends.

It became the last refuge for homeless people, sheltering people for a long time, even through the deep sea era without light and fire.

But now, it is still eroded by the malice of the abyss, and this relic from the Age of Fire has finally become empty.

According to the Crow People, during the hundreds of years that the scroll was integrated with the sacred mountain of Kalan. Some people have come in and out of the picture scroll.

Perhaps some of the people from all over the world who live in the scrolls have brought their inheritance out of the painting world?

Just like back then, the boy named Sullivan walked out of Iredel's painting world.

Will there still be ancient bloodlines left out there?

The immortal has no chance to ask.

Ashes to ashes, earth to earth, this scroll, born in the Age of Fire, will eventually burn quietly in the flames.

But it will not die completely, it will completely become a part of the Kalan Holy Mountain in the burning of flames.

The people of Kjerag will still crawl forward in the cold winter, but they don't have to worry about natural disasters.

The Manzhuyuan founded by the arakkoa knights will still exist, even if the god they serve has died.

The saint will also get a response from the scroll and continue to use the power of the scroll. Even if they can no longer hear the eldest lady's whisper.

These people who grew up among the remains of ancient generations may one day be displaced by war.

But the snow never disappears.

...

The undead walked down the holy mountain step by step, walking out of the scroll among the corpses of the arakkoa who were kneeling along the way.

The flame is still burning, even the wind and snow cannot extinguish it.

The bodies of the Crow people burned quietly in the fire, and sank under the sacred mountain of Kalan together with the scroll.

These people who shed their blood on the abyss will stay here forever and sleep together with the endless wind and snow.

Even if no one knows it, on the holy mountain of Kalan, there will be some people who have used their lives to build a solid city wall. In the long night, they resisted the erosion of the abyss with endless will and determination until the hero arrived.

The light flickered, and the undead figure reappeared on the top of the holy mountain in this world.

He is in the center of God on the top of the mountain.

Only when you walk in can you find that the layout here is strangely consistent with the layout of the church in the painting, except that the exterior decoration is not so luxurious.

The undead man looked back and saw that on the scroll hanging on the wall, the snow-capped mountains and the church that should have been clear were now being swept by red fire.