Ark of the Immortal

You think so too, right? Why resist the darkness? You are the mother of the abyss, and the children are waiting for your return. The raging darkness in your body is proof.

In that world without light and fire, you will find your true self. Therefore, you don't need to be afraid of the darkness...

As he spoke, the woman raised her head.

Under the blindfold, vision was blocked. But the shadow vaguely saw her mocking eyes.

If that war really ends, then what are you afraid of?

The fire girl said softly.

Your heart is shaking. You are the one who is really resisting. You are afraid of his return. Let me guess, during that war, were you...

Shut up!

The black shadow shook the entire building again, and a huge sound echoed in the empty sacrificial field.

The profoundness that pervaded everything suddenly became anxious at this moment.

The woman's words seemed to have touched the sore spot of the black shadow, making the humanoid figure no longer regular and stable.

The fire girl was not affected by him at all.

Elegant and gentle words once again flowed from those delicate lips.

What's more, the darkness in my body was never born for the abyss.

Her tone was inexplicably tinged with sweetness.

Just so that the never-extinguishing flame can have a resting place.

The black shadow could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

The shaking Netherworld trembled and rushed towards the woman sitting on the steps.

At this moment, he knew that he could never wait for the moment when her defenses collapsed.

What's more, she was indeed right.

That war was the humiliation of his life, being stepped on by that god-like man, tearing his body apart and burning his soul.

If he hadn't finally survived under his incomplete power, he would never have been able to come back here again.

He came here just to take revenge and to put the raging hatred in his heart to rest.

As a result, the darkness that swept through the entire sacrificial site merged and twisted.

A giant hand appeared on the throne, aiming at the woman who was as quiet as water.

He wants to tear her shell apart, completely taint her into the abyss, want her to be completely defiled in the wave of filthy humanity, and crumble her into crumbs bit by bit!

Then, the giant hand pressed down.

boom!

A huge noise resounded in the sacrificial hall.

There was a shrill scream.

Ahhhh!!

It was different from the image of a crushed body as imagined.

A familiar pain, accompanied by an unforgettable burning sensation, coursed through his body.

And right in the center of the sacrificial site, between the black shadow and the woman.

A twisted sword blade sank deeply into the ground of the sacrificial site.

Amidst the flickering sparks and ashes, a heavy sword spanned tens of millions of years in just an instant.

It pierces the obstacles that stand in front of you and shatters the darkness that dares to obscure your path forward.

The spiraling sword blade and the burning hilt were the proof of being a king.

It is a symbol of the end, a remnant of the bonfire at the beginning of the world that will never be extinguished.

And there is only one person who is qualified to pick up this great sword and fully use this power.

A guardian who was given responsibility by the First Fire and recognized by it.

The incarnation of the Salary King.

Footsteps.

It's the collision of steel and stone ground, and it's like a heavy hammer, hitting the soul hidden deep in the shadow.

I didn't expect that there would be survivors in that war.

On the helmet that was twisted by the scorching flames, the blazing crown seemed to be cast on his skull.

He who steals power and devours bodies is a thief.

Crimson ripples formed by lava and flames flowed on his armor, and the raging flames illuminated all malice in the darkness, leaving nothing to hide.

Unpleasant.

Wow!

The turbulent darkness around him rushed towards that noble body in an instant, trying to bury him into the bottomless abyss.

The twisted darkness turned into a cage, shrouding the incarnation that slowly walked in.

However, it couldn't even be completely closed for an instant.

Crimson flames climbed up along the filth covering his body. The filth that originally used life as food expanded wantonly. At this moment, I once again felt the pain of being used as firewood.

The cheering flames lit up the entire dark sacrificial site in an instant, making it seem like daylight.

Raging flames flowed from his body, announcing his return.

No, no, no...impossible! You deserve to die, die in that wilderness!

The black shadow, forced back by the flames, cowered in the shadows. What it saw in its eyes was the figure that appeared in countless nightmares.

Your power was also robbed by us, and your power dissipated between heaven and earth. I saw it with my own eyes! I saw it!

Even the courage to take action again could not be lifted up.

It was like a nightmare manifesting in reality, and the source of fear once again returned to him.

He was a deserter from that war, and he couldn't even raise a sword in front of him.

Now, facing the return of great power, how can it develop the will to resist?

The unknown hero came to the spiral sword stuck in the ground, stretched out his hand, and pulled it out from the ground.

But I'm back.

The undead crawled out of hell, and he faced death more than once. Until death turns from a feared enemy into a friend who accompanies him on his journey.

I feel angry.

His eyes are bright beacons, the light shining out makes all the darkness in his eyes invisible.

I will burn you as firewood and crucify you on the royal weapon.

He raised his hand.

Flames wrapped around the sword, and the sacrificial site, which was originally lightless and fireless, became full of light since his arrival.

The black shadow let out a shrill scream, and at this moment, there was only regret in his heart.

He hated his patience and should not have coveted the power of the perfect Abyss Mother.

He hated those heroic spirits who resisted. If they had given up resistance from the beginning, he would not have been able to complete the transformation of that woman until now.

If he could end everything before the nightmare came, he wouldn't have to face the wrath of hell.

But now, it's too late.

The sword of judgment has been thrust out.

The scorching spiral penetrated the darkness, found the body trying to hide in the shadows, and then nailed it to the ground.

The first golden flame lit up in the royal vessel that originally had no firewood.

Although the flame was small, it could not be ignored.

Just looking at it will take your mind away.

It is so beautiful, so tempting.

But for the ugly ones lurking in the shadows, this is the light that represents death.

Everything will be taken away from him in this flame. His soul, his strength, and his depth will be turned into firewood that burns forever.

No, no! I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you, I'll give it all back to you! I don't want any power or power anymore, please, please, please!

Impaled on the spiral sword, the wailing black shadow lowered his posture to the lowest level, praying to the hero in front of him with words of flattery and fear.

The undead stared at his figure, walked slowly to the royal weapon, and pointed the blade downward.

late.

The sword blade was deeply immersed in the flame-carrying royal weapon, and the raging initial fire spiraled upward along the entire sword body the moment the sword blade came into contact with the royal weapon.

The golden flame drowned the deep tide and rekindled the spiral sword.

The shrill screams were gradually covered up by the crackling sounds of sparks, turning into firewood and being completely ignited.

This is the war between the Abyss and the First Fire.

Until death, never rest.

Staring at the bonfire that gradually calmed down after burning fiercely.

The flowing fire on the undead body gradually subsided, and the armor on his body gradually returned to its original appearance along with the extinguished lava.

The last coward was also killed, and the undead breathed out a foul breath.

He was silent for a moment and then turned around.

As he turned around, he thought a lot.

He didn't know how to face the woman standing right behind him.

From those remaining memories, he learned the truth about the world.

It was because of her efforts that he was able to walk on the earth again.

She walked through time, through the wreckage of generations, and pulled him up from the depths of darkness.

How should he express his gratitude?

Attach fire...

Before he could finish saying her name, the soft body bumped into her.

The undead subconsciously held her waist and was about to say something.

He felt like his visor was lifted, and his dry lips were covered by soft lips.

She waited for who knows how long, from the end of one generation to the beginning of another.

She could have met him again, but in order to create a world that could accommodate heroes, she was forced to close her heart.

Before I could say goodbye, they separated again.

Waiting in this dark world.

Turbulent emotions immediately collided in her heart when she saw the destined hero.

Until she couldn't suppress it anymore, so she expressed her feelings to him in the most primitive way.

The undead's eyes blinked, and he didn't dare to make any move.

Until the woman in front of him was completely satisfied, she leaned back and separated her lips.

Lord Ashes.

It was still the gentle voice, the soft words, but just after hearing them, the immortal's mind gradually relaxed.

Only her voice can have such magic.

...

The undead man didn't know what he should say at this time.