Ark of the Immortal

Behind the cover of the fire was the trophy of their target.

The delicious nourishment composed of this person's consciousness and soul will definitely add bricks and tiles to the foundation of the Deep Sea Age.

Therefore, they did not shy away from facing the attack of the undead.

In the clouds, among the mountains.

The sword turned into molten iron in the burning flames, and the black meteorites falling from the sky tried to crush him completely.

But time and again, he used his own hands to break the shackles in front of him, and caught the ruler who poked his head out of the abyss, trying to get a piece of the pie.

The flames climbed up their bodies, burning the filth like firewood, and then crumbled under the next attack, as if they had lost their color.

This is a tug-of-war that takes no time to count.

Countless creations from the abyss fell in the hands of heroes and turned into rising flames.

The warriors who followed him also became his enemies due to the corruption of the abyss.

But he still stood.

When he roars, people fear him.

He tore apart the black mist, and someone screamed.

Those corrupt people who thought they could sleep peacefully by indulging in the filth of human nature were torn apart by his incomparable power.

As a result, more and more so-called gods began to flee.

They are afraid, they cannot understand.

Why wouldn't he die? Why would the pride that he was so proud of be burned away in front of him.

However, a duckweed without roots will eventually drown.

Without the ignited first fire as the foundation, the undead will ultimately be unable to compete with the power from outside the world.

In this tug of war, his strength was consumed endlessly.

Eventually, the flame lost its proper color and was engulfed in darkness.

He lost.

So, the body is torn apart by the surging tide.

The hero's body becomes a treasure that the ugly ones compete for.

They wantonly snatched the power from past generations, trying to strengthen themselves through this method, and gain enough power to rival the flames.

Just like clowns, this originally noble battlefield was turned into a comic stage by their ugly actions.

Next, they only need to arouse the malice hidden in the deep sea, turn it into a wave, and sweep the world.

It was enough to put an end to this unexpected disaster.

But at this time, everything developed beyond their expectations.

People who were originally regarded as insects light up the city in the sea.

They successfully completed this gamble at the expense of the hero's sacrifice.

Stones engraved with divine words serve as anchors carrying power, nailing the high walls belonging to the new era to the earth.

At that moment, an invisible barrier was opened, blocking out all the forces that did not belong to the earth.

The waves roared furiously, but they could not cross over the invisible wall.

The gifts left by heroes have become the capital for mankind to survive.

And under his protection, this land once again returned to its past appearance.

The remaining flames turned into a blazing sun, spinning around on this invisible high wall.

And the flame that belonged to the source of the world lost its trace in this turbulent light.

From then on, it was a battle belonging to mankind.

The remaining deep sea is trying to recreate the glory of the deep sea on this land and guide the power from outside the world to come.

But how can people who have witnessed the disappearance of heroes allow them to commit evil deeds?

Blood dyed the earth red, and the connection between cities was ruthlessly cut off.

In this war that belongs to mankind, civilization is like the wheat that has been cut away, returning to its most primitive appearance.

Books are swallowed by the ignorant, and knowledge is deceived by the fool.

Although humans eventually won the war, they still paid a heavy price.

And the malice outside the world still lowers its eyes, longing for their lives.

The darkness lurking in this land is waiting for an opportunity.

They will come to reckon with the fall of the walls.

The screams in his ears and the annoying smile gradually disappeared, and the undead opened his eyes again.

This time, control of his body finally returned to him.

The undead stood up from the ground and raised his head.

This is an altar built in imitation of the central part of the Fire Transferring Shrine.

Different from the traditional altar, the altar here is stepped downwards.

Surrounding the royal vessel in the middle, the stairs seem to have become steps where you can sit down and rest.

And in this lightless chamber, the undead could only hear the crackling sound like sparks erupting from burning wood.

The undead man took steps towards the only source of light in the darkness.

He walked down the steps.

Familiar height, familiar distance.

Just like when he first walked into the fire sacrificial site where he met her.

Same steps, same distance.

The silent undead came to the royal vessel that was supposed to hold the bonfire.

If it were in that ancient era, among the royal weapons, there should be a bonfire composed of the bones of the undead and the spiral sword.

The maid serving the hero should sit on the steps.

But the undead did not see the bonfire, nor did they see any familiar figures.

The broken fragments lay quietly in the royal vessel, shimmering with red light like breathing.

It is here to wait for its master, to wait for the destined hero.

And just under the royal weapon, a pure white rune gradually emerged from the darkness.

Right at the feet of the undead, he issued a cordial call to him.

After a long silence, the unknown hero stretched out his hand.

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The darkness that spreads to the horizon, no one can forget this scene.

In the darkness that connects heaven and earth, the lobbyists poked their heads out and whispered to the heroic spirits who were still resisting.

The lobbyists from the abyss are trying to use the theories operating on the abyss to assimilate these heroic spirits who are tasked with guarding the sacrificial site.

There are also void things that look like the roots of old trees emerging from the quagmire on the ground, holding broadswords and attacking the heroic spirits who are still stubbornly resisting.

This is a corner of the war and a continuation of the previous war.

The nameless heroes were devoured by the evil gods in the wilderness, and their bodies were blocked by the barriers of the world, unable to move forward even half a step.

Now, they are back, trying to open a hole in the corner of the world.

Use this small gap as the beginning of their return to the world.

The long sword penetrated the gap between the tree roots, and the ignited sparks tore the core of the abyss into pieces.

The knight jumped off the huge Harland Knight. Before he could appreciate the beautiful sight of the knight's body falling apart, he was suddenly attacked by insects rushing from the other side.

The red light exploded, and the knight's sword lit up with a red light. The explosion shattered the hard carapace in a moment, revealing the soft core. When the sword penetrated, even sticky juice was ejected from it.

Amid the piercing screams, the corpse slowly turned into ashes and fell back into the mire on the ground.

They have been fighting for many years, and they don't know how long this battle will last.

However, the scale this time is the largest they have ever seen.

The darkness that spreads across the world makes people completely unable to have any desire for victory. Just seeing such oppression makes me unable to believe that I can survive to the end.

"old man!"

The knight was stunned for a moment and heard a familiar voice.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the insects coming towards him, about to hang on his body.

Then, there was an extremely impactful explosion.

The heavy hammer hit the insect's carapace, smashing the lobbyist insect's body to pieces, and the fragments returned to the earth while squirming.

"You guys are distracted."

Parisuer dragged his broken body, took another step forward from behind the knight, reached out to grab the arm of the abyss knight who was coming from the side, and stepped on the knight's knee.

With a sudden force of his left hand, he tore the knight's body into two halves and then threw it casually to the ground.

"Feel sorry."

The knight lowered his eyes slightly, clenched the sword and shield in his hands, turned back, and faced the darkness covering the world again.

"Parishur, do you think we can win?"

"You guys, how long has it been since you started thinking about winning?"

The heavily armored heroic spirit named Parisheur shouted.

"Have you forgotten our oath? No matter whether this war has a chance of winning or not, we have to fight and fill the gap with flesh and blood."

"Because this is a just battle, a battle to resist oppression and seek a future for future generations! Regardless of whether we see the light or not, we must use our own hands to tear apart this darkness!"

Parisheur lifted the heavy hammer from the ground and received the sword from the knight Harland in front of him.

The power of this sword was so powerful that both of Parisuer's feet sank into the quagmire underground.

"Give me, die!"

However, the next moment, the heavy hammer that changed its direction hit the back of the knife, deflecting the direction of the blade.

Then with a hammer, the seemingly solid tree root was completely broken, and the core of the abyss hidden within was crushed.

The knight also used the shield on his arm to block the attack from the side, buying Parisure some time.

"Yes, you are right."

The knight's mind returned, and he nodded, the fear in his heart waking him up.

"This is not the time to worry about this. This is our glorious battlefield."

So, the two of them stood side by side, took another step forward, and faced the surging tide of the abyss head-on.

They were once the twelve heroes of Minos, beings respected by thousands of people, and warriors who saved the future of Minos.

Now, with the favor of the holy object, he signed a contract in the immortal arena and vowed to fight against the evil outside the world at the price of eternal life.

This is not a war that only ancient heroes can participate in, it is also a stage for warriors like them from the new world to show off their remaining talents.

Same with these two heroes.

There are many heroic spirits, all standing side by side, using their swords and shields to buy time for the sacrificial field behind them.

In the endless stretch of yellow sand, the heroic spirits built the last wall to block the darkness spreading across the sky.

Every second, a weapon will pierce the body of the abyss monster. There will also be soldiers from the abyss who will pierce the chests of heroic spirits with their flashing red hands and take out their hearts.

Everyone knows that this war has no end.

In other words, when the last one of them falls, that is the end.

And what they have to do is to continue to delay the end of time.