Man on the ark, forced to become king

"It's too late, young people."

The chains swayed gently, unharmed, and the witch king, shrouded in magnificent robes, spoke softly, his voice ethereal, like the whisper of a ghost from hell.

"Knowledge can become an obstacle to progress, and thought can be a shackle that binds our hands and feet. The more we care, the more we age..."

"How about we make a deal?"

"Knowledge, wealth, power—you can get everything you want from me, just by paying a small price."

"Should I say... a classic line?"

With the greatsword radiating freezing energy slung over his shoulder, Lin Lu pursed his lips, feeling that this charade was far too old-fashioned. He glanced at the silent Wei Yanwu and the Rat King, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You guys, you're not really planning to talk to him, are you?"

"Maybe."

Wei Yanwu pondered for a few seconds before giving Lin Lu an answer that made her eyes widen in surprise.

"He has not yet harmed the people of Lungmen, and the damage he has caused is within an acceptable range. If we can stop here, perhaps it is not impossible to talk about it."

"No way, have you lost your mind?"

Hearing this outrageous answer, Lin Lu was greatly shocked and spoke without any restraint.

No civilians were harmed? What about the two Royal Guard officers who died in the line of duty? What about Chen and the others? What about the battle that broke out in Lungmen earlier?

No impact? Is that even human language?

"A wise move. Only beasts indulge in meaningless fighting."

The Witch King's voice rang out again, and what answered him was an icy blue sword aura.

"What are you barking at?"

Lin Lu sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around her, especially the state of Wei Yanwu and the Rat King. Normally, they would never agree with such a statement, since anyone with a clear mind would know that it was utter nonsense and ridiculously clumsy.

But they were absolutely right!

Could it be that something has affected you?

With a thought in mind, and under everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Lu, carrying a greatsword, directly knocked open the Rat King's shield and stepped into the plaza. Orange-red flames began to ignite from his arms, enveloping his entire body.

Prayer - The Great Sin of Fire!

The flames from the evil god use all matter as fuel, and the rich Originium dust is the best kind of firewood!

Swish!

His figure vanished, leaving a long trail of flames. The Dark Moon Greatsword was swung high and struck the Witch King's head beneath his magnificent robes, producing a crisp, resounding crack.

duang~

"Tell me, what were you barking about like a dog? Huh?"

Chapter 141 Let's Fight!

Putting aside whether Wei Yanwu and the Rat King have lost their minds, Lin Lu couldn't even be bothered to think about the deal.

He's always been straightforward and vengeful. If nothing had happened, he wouldn't care what he did, but because of this so-called Witch King, the fire has already spread to his own disciple, yet he's still cooperating and making deals?

Hand it over my ass!

You've managed to achieve a win-win situation through this exchange, but what about my apprentice?!

You think you can get away with offending Lin? Dream on!

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, this strange, dark-skinned thing won't be able to leave. Not only will it not be able to leave, but anyone connected to this incident won't be able to escape either!

“Ignorance…wait, this is—”

A scorching heat rose, and flames burst forth from the seemingly not-so-tall body, faintly turning crimson with death.

The man's upper garment turned to ashes in the flames, revealing the charred marks branded on his skin—finger-like marks extending from his chest to his back, seemingly flowing with another color under the scorching flames.

Madness, tyranny, the purest form of destruction!

The raging flames nearly ignited the air, distorting the surrounding area for tens of meters.

Originium dust, magical energy, and even the life force within the body became the best kindling.

All things in heaven and earth are in fire!

Kara!

The hand wreathed in flames grasped the purplish-black magical chains and ripped them apart. The flames of the evil god clung to them and spread rapidly along both ends of the broken chains.

The resurrected fragments of the Witch King were no longer as composed as before. They not only deliberately severed their own spells, but also used energy to envelop their bodies and float backward, attempting to escape the range of the flames.

He could ignore the greatsword's strikes, the sword energy that could break spells, and the spells that could penetrate his body, but he wasn't confident he could withstand this strange flame.

Run! You must run!

The flames were so domineering that even spells were used as fuel. This hastily assembled body had no chance of stopping them, and once it lost its host, this remaining consciousness would soon dissipate.

When did such strange fire magic appear on this land?

Even his own body was being burned by the flames. Didn't he feel pain and care about his own life?

Even the Witch King, who was proficient in most of the world's spells, was completely dumbfounded. In his memory, he had never encountered a spell whose principles he couldn't understand at all.

What on earth is this?

"Are you curious?"

Lin Lu's steps were neither hurried nor slow. The magical chains in his hands shattered into pieces of fire and dissipated. Each step he took left a footprint on the ground that looked as if it were melting.

Flames coiled around his body, making him appear like a demon god bathed in flames.

The Witch King nodded subconsciously, looking rather dim-witted.

He possesses some of the Witch King's memories and replicates the Witch King's appearance, but in essence, he is still just a small fragment left behind by the real Witch King. He cannot be considered a living individual. He can use magic instinctively and communicate with people by following programmed mental imprints, but he has little ability to think independently.

What is being presented here is actually just a phantom of the Witch King's past, possessing only memories but lacking emotions and thoughts. When encountering completely unfamiliar things, it reacts no differently than a rigid machine.

“I’m telling you—ah…”

Lin Lu's expression was somewhat distorted by the flames, making it difficult to see clearly. As she raised her arm, the ground, already damaged by the spell, exploded with a roar, spewing out more than a dozen pillars of fire that trapped the retreating Witch King within them. The man who had been walking slowly forward, leaving a bright trail, approached in an instant. His fiery palm slammed down on the magnificent crown, instantly vaporizing it!

His Flame Sin is not the half-baked kind W learned; the two are simply incomparable in power.

The biggest difference is that W's Fire Sin is just a pure prayer, and in essence it is not much different from a spell. Both are 'traction and simulation', and it can only make the user's attack as close as possible to the most primitive version of Ash Flame.

However, a fake is still a fake, no matter how close it is.

But Lin Lu is different—his very existence is a spark that harbors the flame of annihilation!

To save Melina from sacrifice, he sealed the most insane flames into his body, thereby drawing upon the power of the giant's cauldron of fire to reignite the fire of the evil god. He used himself as the spark, and the extinguishing flames that ignited from the cauldron set the entire Golden Tree ablaze!

The fire prayer he used contained the most primal and purest extinguishing fire, the nemesis of the golden tree and even all matter.

It burns life, burns matter, burns the world!

"This is the fire of annihilation!"

boom!

As soon as the words were spoken, scorching flames tore through the ground, melting the ground within a radius of tens of meters. A pillar of fire shot into the sky, completely engulfing the two figures.

Lin Lu didn't care at all. The Fiery Sin was originally a prayer like this. To use it, one had to first endure the pain inflicted on one's own body. Every minute and every second, flesh and blood were being destroyed and reborn.

But the Witch King was different. Faced with the fire that could use everything as fuel to destroy, the protective spells he hastily used collapsed in less than a second. The spells on his body, which were made of pure Originium energy, were also unable to continue and were burned on the spot, revealing his strange body made of flesh and Originium crystals.

That can no longer be called life; no living thing can survive in such a body. If we must describe it, then "flesh and blood sculpture" might be a more accurate description.

The so-called Witch King was nothing more than a puppet controlled by fragments of his mind.

As the flames spread, the Originium dust floating around became the most direct trigger, extending the fire to tens or even hundreds of meters, until the entire plaza was engulfed in flames. The intense heat made everything blurry and indistinguishable.

The flames erupted, and it seemed that some melody that had been permeating the air was also interrupted, or as if it had never appeared at all. Only Wei Yanwu's eyes changed for a moment.

From clarity to confusion, and then back to clarity, it suddenly becomes as sharp as a sword's edge.

He felt as if he had suddenly taken a nap on the battlefield, with a belated sense of clarity.

Looking back now... what did he say? A deal? How could he even have such a thought?!

A single sentence could ruin an entire lifetime of reputation!

Was Wei Yanwu the kind of heartless businessman who would trade away the comfort of his family and the lives of his subordinates?

The subtle influence had taken effect at some point, and it was unclear how many people were affected simultaneously. In any case, he had now come to his senses and absolutely refused to acknowledge what he had just said!

Old Dragon's eyes were sharper than ever before. His cloak fluttered and danced in the blast of flames before being casually tossed aside, turning to ashes and falling to the ground.

He stepped forward and walked straight into the burning square, his body radiating sword energy, like a crimson barrier keeping the flames at bay.

Others who have been teachers for only half a month are still straightforward, so how can he, as their uncle, let an outsider steal the limelight?

Whether for Chen's sake or for the loss of Longmen, this Witch King must die here today, no questions asked!

"Oh? This old dragon does have some guts."

Amidst the raging flames, Lin Lu's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Yes, that's exactly right!