Ark of the Immortal

Before that, we have to find a way to deal with the problem here.

Onstein sat waiting for the doctor.

He nodded and hummed.

Then let's go find the undead first? Or do you have any plans?

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on with the Doctor, the undead man still talked to Onstein about the Doctor.

Onstein knew that the Doctor was not an ordinary Terran, so he was willing to trust the Doctor and leave the tactical considerations to the Doctor.

In this kind of decision-making event, the doctor showed great foresight.

No, since Agor has already started to rise, it means that the Lord of Dreams has begun preparing for sacrifice. Maybe the Skadi operator has also been captured, and we don't have time to waste looking for people.

While the doctor was calculating the information he had obtained, he began to deduce the current movements of all parties.

If it were you, can you face the attack of the Lord of Dreams and stand firm among the sea heirs?

Onstein shook his head.

Never fought.

Although the Lion Knight has absolute self-confidence. But it’s better not to jump to conclusions about something you haven’t experienced before.

The doctor reached out and scratched his head again.

He had taken off his mask and breathed in Argor's air.

The familiar air made the doctor's mind gradually clear. The discomfort caused by snorkeling is slowly fading over time.

Just when the doctor was about to speak, he suddenly noticed some movement around him.

Footsteps sounded nearby, slightly chaotic.

Wengstein immediately grasped his spear and stood ready.

When the footsteps revealed their true identity from behind the collapsed building, the doctor was suddenly stunned.

A strange man was supporting a deep-sea hunter who was covered in injuries as he staggered toward the doctor and the others.

When the man turned his gaze, he paused.

Disciple...huh?

The doctor recognized the deep-sea hunter as Gladia, whom he had met once before on Rhode Island.

Gladia was covered in injuries. She raised her eyes and glanced forward. There was a hint of shock in her eyes before she spoke.

Doctor? What's wrong with you?

Before she finished speaking, she closed her eyes slightly, then took a deep breath and continued to speak.

And Mr. Lion.

After Onstein discovered Gladia, he quickly put down the spear in his hand, came to the man's side, and took Gladia.

Gladia was picked up by Onstein with both hands and placed in the corner of the wall, allowing Gladia to sit against the wall in a slightly more comfortable position.

The wounds on her body were so severe that anyone with a discerning eye could see it. It was even said that the uniform on her body was in terrible shape, intertwined with the broken flesh and dripping with blood.

Onstein used his superficial healing miracle to perform simple wound treatment on Gladia, which actually made Gladia feel a lot better.

Miss Gladia, who could hurt you so badly?

Of course, Onstein wanted to find out who their enemy was.

Gladia is obviously on the side of Rhode Island, her enemy, the enemy of Rhode Island.

Haijir.

Gladia's answer was concise and succinct, but feebly.

Hearing this answer, Wenstein was obviously a little surprised.

But he soon understood that the heirs here should be very different from the heirs they had hunted together on the shore before.

You and the undead were separated? What's going on with Agor now?

Onstein immediately began to obtain information from Gladia.

The miraculous healing power soon began to take effect, and Gladia's own physical condition was good enough, and the color on her face slowly turned rosy as she breathed.

The Lord of Dreams is about to start a sacrifice. Skadi is the carrier of the old god. I originally thought that with the help of Mr. Undead, Skadi could suppress Haihe's call to her.

But I forgot that this is Agor. The voice of her hometown directly affects her ears, driving her to take the initiative to walk towards the core area surrounded by Haiji.

I wanted to snatch her back, but it didn't work. Not only Haiji, but also other forces were involved. I fought with two men in black, and was defeated by Haiji's wave... I wanted to kill But I couldn't even touch her.

Gladia's eyes were a little gray. She originally thought that she could bear all the responsibilities.

But it was precisely because of her leadership that Skadi finally returned to this land. If the Lord of Dreams got the blood of the old god from Skadi today. Then she was the one responsible for sending Skadi back to it.

Wengstein listened for a long time and barely understood a little bit.

Just when he was about to turn around and ask the doctor what he thought, he noticed that the doctor was not looking at Gladia at all.

The doctor didn't even pay attention to Gladia from the beginning to the end. His eyes stayed on the man over there and never moved away.

He suspected that he had seen it wrong.

But it was indeed this man who helped Gladia over.

The man was also a little out of breath, and sat down against the wall, sitting on the ground in a very familiar posture, and then he raised his head and met the doctor's eyes.

The two stared at each other like this for a long time, neither of them spoke first.

Finally, the doctor gathered his thoughts and asked.

you are still alive?

died.

The man's voice was extremely old, like a faucet that could never be turned on. After finally turning it on, the liquid flowing down the pipe slapped back and forth in the pipe where various hard objects were accumulated, and finally flowed out of the pipe with a whine. .

He died a long time ago, but for some reason, he was able to get out of the fire and walk around.

At this time, he lifted up his clothes decorated with feathers and rags, revealing his withered and thin body, and hammered his waist with his right hand.

The cloth on his head moved away as a result, revealing an old, skeleton-like face.

But in his eyes, there was a little spark burning quietly.

The old man twitched his nose slightly.

The smell of fire... I smelled it right. My apprentice, he must be here too.

459. Flame incarnation

The old man's voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating.

Even though his voice was hoarse and as rough as a root, you could still feel the subtle warmth from his words.

Onstein looked at the doctor with some surprise. He didn't recognize the old man, but the doctor seemed familiar with him.

And, crucially, he should be dead.

The doctor glanced at Onstein and then said.

Cormacus of Onuma was the first conjurer who accepted the invitation of the undead and went to the Fire Sacrifice. For a long time, he became the immortal's conjurer teacher.

The doctor looked at the old man in front of him and softly told Wenstein about his identity and his situation.

At least that's what he said when we met. At that time, he also followed the fire girl and became one of the first few instructors to teach us the knowledge of fire.

Spellcaster?

When Wenstein heard this name, he was also a little surprised.

Are there actually any magicians who have survived to this day? Your belief in flames should have disappeared along with the First Fire.

The old man named Komikos chuckled, raised his head, and faced Wenstein.

How rare is a conjurer? It was only later that I found out that my disciple was actually a conjurer who had studied under the great witch. The knowledge that I, the teacher, taught him must have been just a matter of course.

At this time, everyone realized that the upper part of his head had long been wrapped in bandages, and the eyes they just saw were just fire seeping out of his eye sockets.

However, just like what you said, the first fire faded, and the flames were extinguished in the eyes of most conjurers.

I was lucky enough to have witnessed the moment when the initial fire burned. Only then did I understand what the future the fire girl told us would look like.

Cormacus sat on the ground, he calculated the time for a moment, and then asked.

What time is it now?

The doctor replied.

Ten thousand years after Agor was built, the specific time cannot be investigated and has become a distant memory.

Well...just like Rodlan who couldn't record time after the first fire burned.

Cormacus sighed.

So, my disciple is indeed here, right?

After going around in a big circle, Cormacus finally changed the topic to the undead.

Yes.

The doctor still answered Cormacus' question head-on.

However, I have doubts about the authenticity of your resurrection. After Agor was built, you threw yourself into the fire like everyone else to maintain the operation of the world barrier. You should not have a personal consciousness.

The doctor's eyes were fixed on Cormacus, trying to find any flaws in him.

Just like in the dream, the Doctor tries to steal powers from the dream.

The appearance of Cormacus has exceeded the doctor's expectation, and he began to suspect that the old man in front of him was the manifestation of the power of the Lord of Dreams.

He suspected that he had once again fallen into a false dream created by the Lord of Dreams.

Then tell me, does my disciple have his own consciousness? Or has he become a puppet of the flame and a complete incarnation of King Xin?

Cormacus sneered at the Doctor's doubts.

I said, I am dead. Even if I appear in front of you and talk to you as an immortal, I am no longer a living person.

As he spoke, Cormacus raised his hand.

In his hand, a bright flame slowly danced in his palm.

The color and texture of this flame are exactly the same as the flame in the undead man's palm.

I remember telling you that the first fire never completely destroys anything. Even if we are in the fire, we will never completely lose ourselves. Don't you understand what this means?

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and he lowered his head in silence.

You're just a phantom.

Yes.

Cormacus lowered his palm and nodded calmly.

I am a phantom born from flames, so your worries are unnecessary.

Even though Cormacus has his own mind, he can freely control his body, and even possesses his previous power.

But he died after all. He was a shadow that relied on the flames to live, and an undead soul that could not survive without the flames.

This was the knowledge that Cormacus imparted to the twelve Children of the Abyss, and the Doctor remembered it.

The Lord of Dreams could not have the power of fire, otherwise he would not desire Theresia's soul.

After a moment of silence, Gladia's breathing gradually became calmer.

Moving between the three people who were still awake also calmed down their somewhat excited moods.

Why did you show up?

The doctor quickly turned his attention away.

What happened to the fire? Is the World Barrier still safe?

He immediately understood that the appearance of Cormacus was inseparable from the changes in the flames, and the person closest to the flames now should be the Lord of Dreams entrenched in the core area.

Cormacus raised his hand and pressed twice on the doctor, signaling the doctor not to worry.