Ark of the Immortal

Before the abyss drowns everything, they are the last light in this world.

However, even heroic spirits, with the power brought by holy objects, cannot protect themselves in this war.

Every time a heroic spirit dies on the front line, the other heroic spirits have to step back and shrink the front line at a time.

There are even heroic spirits infected by the abyss who are fighting with their own hearts while smashing the enemies rushing up in front of them.

Their ears are surrounded by whispers from the abyss, trying to break down their defenses and turn them into believers of the abyss.

So, at the last moment when my consciousness is still awake.

Come on, old guy.

The knight looked back, called to his warriors, and picked up the Abyss Blade that fell on the ground.

Parisial, you want it?!

I can't hold on anymore.

The heavy hammer warrior named Parisure has lost one of his arms, and the other arm is also covered with traces of the abyss.

Before I become your enemy, I want to seize a decent ending for myself.

Half of Parisuer's helmet was also smashed into pieces. On top of his bloody head, a warm smile appeared on his ferocious face.

Good night.

laugh.

The knight's pupils suddenly narrowed.

In front of his eyes, the warrior walking side by side spurted out scarlet blood.

And his body fell helplessly into the quagmire.

The insects that emerged from the abyss rushed towards the hero's body and exposed their greedy mouthparts.

These despicable people want to draw nourishment from noble heroes.

However, the fly in the ointment is that the hero's body is already in disrepair and can no longer be used as a puppet of the abyss to attack his former companions.

In just a moment, the body deflated and turned into a dry skin, which was then shattered by the raging waves of the abyss.

The knight gritted his teeth, the raging anger in his heart almost turning into substance.

He wanted to tear these incarnations of filth into pieces and use his teeth to tear off their skin and flesh inch by inch to vent his inner anger.

But what's the use?

The knight turned back, blocked the attack of the abyss warrior on the side, pierced the sword in his hand into the warrior's head, and took two steps back.

As the soldier said, there is no hope in this war.

That's been it since they came.

Eleven of the twelve heroes have died, leaving only the last old knight still lingering on the battlefield.

The holy relic that protected Minos was caught by the abyss and wanted to drag him down the tide of sin.

But they, the once-respected heroes, could not prevent its fall.

Such powerlessness...such poverty and weakness...

Just in the corner where no one was paying attention, an insect poked its head out of the abyss.

It looked around, finally locked on the target, and stretched out its claws.

However, the knight did not realize the danger was coming.

The deep blue light manifested by the abyss formed dry branches between its claws and reached towards his fragile head.

boom!

A sudden loud bang exploded from the knight's side, bringing his dazed mind back to reality.

The knight subconsciously turned his head to look.

On the abyss wave swept by the yellow sand, a broken giant sword pierced the insect who wanted to sneak attack him. Pierce it firmly into the ground.

Amidst the creepy chewing sounds, he saw the owner of the giant sword.

The first thing that appeared in the knight's eyes was the red cloak that even the yellow sand could not hide.

The cloak was already dim, like dirty blood.

However, the knight lying on the ground, covered by the red hood, tore off the core of the insect with his mouth.

Just like swallowing everything in the abyss, he used the same means to give the filthy one the same ending.

Amidst the squeaking sound of teeth chewing, the originally dim red cloak seemed to have a soul.

Along with the misty wind caused by the battle, the cloak became more and more conspicuous, and a dim red light lingered on it, stretching the cloak infinitely.

The knight biting the abyss slowly raised his head after enjoying his feast.

The red pointed hat covered his eyes, and only the beard on his chin and the traces of the abyss that dyed the entire beard black could be seen.

Ha...Abyss...Darkness...Dark Blood...

The knight who looked more like an abyss stepped on the insect's body, pulled out the broken sword from its body, and aimed at the next enemy.

Then the huge body rushed out like a meteorite, as if he wanted to use his body as an arrow, sacrificing himself and forgetting himself.

Then with a shocking thud, the broken giant sword sank deeply into the core of the Harland Knight.

One hit and you die!

And right next to the knight, another warrior bumped out from the dense insects.

He was holding a heavy shield, and the curved horns on his twisted head stretched toward the sky.

He is a legendary ogre warrior and the last of the Wendigos.

Under his giant beast skull mask, scarlet eyes lit up in an instant.

The scarlet air waves dispersed in all directions, knocking away the lobbyists who were trying to climb onto his body.

The power manifested by the cannibal ritual ruthlessly plunders the lives of the creatures in the abyss around you.

He is a warrior who has the abyss under his feet. How can these insects from the abyss be his enemy?

The giant spear turned into Gangnir that penetrated everything in his hands.

He pulled it back and threw it, piercing an entire row of warriors.

And he raised his steps and stepped forward.

March!

One person is a fortress.

The old knight stared blankly at the two warriors who seemed to be in a deserted place in the wave of the abyss.

Where did this... come from?

New heroic spirit?

Why does it look...even worse than the abyss?

Sorry, did I scare you?

A hand lifted the knight from under his arm.

Although I heard Brother Suo say that these two old men fought like crazy, but this is too crazy. But don't worry, they are from our side.

The old knight turned his head and saw a somewhat young face.

A finely engraved straight sword hung on the man's waist, and the shield of his left hand was also engraved with the emblem of a superior knight.

Are you okay? What's your name?

The clean look in the young man's eyes reminded the old knight of his young self.

At that time, he was also like this, with clear vision and able to inspire fearless courage against all enemies.

My...my name is Flit.

The old knight replied subconsciously.

The young knight continued to speak.

It's amazing how you can persevere in the face of these disgusting things...Sorry, wait a minute.

Before the young man could finish speaking, he drew the long sword from his waist.

The Abyss Knight coming from the side was caught for a moment under the blade of the young man's hand, accurately passed through the ripples in his hand, and took away his life.

But before the young man could take a breath, he saw more knights charging towards him from the front.

never mind.

The young man sighed, clenched the long sword of the subjugated nobleman with fine carvings in his hand, and turned around and said.

Let's talk about it after this war is over. Don't die.

Before he was about to rush out, he seemed to have thought of something.

Ah, by the way, I forgot to mention that.

The young man showed a determined smile.

Just call me Oscar.

After saying that, he also threw himself into the raging wave.

The old knight Flit stood there, a little dazed.

What happened to these people? Are the Terrans so powerful now?

Before he could realize what was happening, he saw the reflection of gold out of the corner of his eye.

Golden light covered his body, and warm heat surged into his heart, repairing his broken body.

In just one breath, the original wound disappeared. The power returned to the body.

Cheer up, friends!

A knight with a somewhat funny little sun painted on his chest armor raised the long sword in his hand, and endless light shone from his hand.

Miracle (The Oath of Gold and Stone)

This war is not over yet.

At the same time, across the entire front, many unknown heroic spirits appeared from the golden runes that suddenly appeared on the ground.

Their bodies shone with golden light and they threw themselves into this battle.

This high wall, with the help of these brave fighting spirits, immediately stabilized its form.

There is even the possibility of pushing forward and backward.

They were like the rising sun, extending a helping hand to the tired soldiers beside them, announcing their arrival to the world.

Flit blinked, and for some reason, there was a little moisture in his eyes.

And right there on the horizon that was originally linked by darkness.

Everyone saw a small group of light, lifted up from the boundless depths.

It was a cluster of golden flames.

Have you not given up resistance yet? How long will you remain silent? Don't you know that the heroic spirits outside are dying one after another in your silence?

In the sacrificial hall, black shadows swayed from side to side.

There was some anxiety in his words, although he hid it well. But the filth swaying around him still exposed his heart.

He had an ominous premonition that something big was going to happen.

The woman in front of her still had no intention of giving up resistance. Even though he knew that this area of ​​​​the world would eventually be submerged by the abyss, his patience gradually disappeared.

Do you think silence can bring you victory? Don't be delusional! You are just escaping. You should know that the war is over. You lost completely, and now you still want these dead heroes to do it for you Are you making sacrifices? Are your actions really as noble as you think?

After realizing that his previous words could not sway the woman in front of him, the shadow began to change his mind and use her pride to destroy her mind.

The woman seemed to be affected by these words, and her body suddenly trembled.

The black shadow saw her change and immediately continued to speak.