Ark Undead

Although no one knows it, the nameless undead have never been abandoned.

Now is the time to put it into practice!

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Flames rose from his raised palm, imbued with the aura of primordial fire, drawn by the fuel that could be used as firewood, and swept away with a violent force!

The enormous blade raised the dancing snowflakes, flames flickered, and together with the dancer leaping under the night sky, it raised its blade!

Amidst the raging storm, flames burned the monsters' bodies, and blades tore through their skin.

The primordial fire, shining like gold, rises as it burns, and the souls tainted by darkness are devoured by the flames—they are its enemies, and also its food!

The splattered bodily fluids covered the snow, and the severed limbs trembled incessantly.

Far from home, the hunter dances under the night sky, his greatsword tearing apart the mutated monsters that come drawn by the sound.

Unsung heroes who kept their vows joined the dance, and the flames that ignited cheered and leaped in the wind and snow.

The two soldiers looked at each other in silence, then quickly looked away and continued wielding their weapons.

This was their first time fighting together, yet they were as in sync as old friends who had fought countless battles together.

This doesn't look like they're dealing with a monster attack.

This is clearly a hunt.

A hunt that resembled a stage play.

72. Deep Sea Hunter

When the flames on the greatsword died down, the undead buried it in the snow.

The scorching hot blade caused the snow to billow out white steam. Anyone who got close to the blade would turn into liquid, and then condense into ice at the temperature of the snow itself.

Once the greatsword had completely cooled down, the Undead slung it over his back and looked at Skadi, who was cleaning her sword with snowflakes, just like the Undead.

Skadi silently cleaned the blood off the sword, then wiped away the excess snowflakes with her hand before hanging it behind her by the cloth strap.

At this moment, dozens of mangled corpses surrounded the two men.

Some were burned to charcoal by the flames, their original appearance unrecognizable, and they would crumble at the slightest touch.

Some were cut in half by the two using pure force, their bodies dismembered into several pieces.

As the curtain fell on the stage, the dancers put away their shoes and thanked their partners.

"Thank you."

Skadi approached the Undead, looking at the still-fluctuating sparks and crimson markings on his body.

"Although I can handle it on my own, it feels great to have someone to fight with."

All I can say is that this girl is very honest. If it were an ordinary person, they might think that she was complaining that she was being nosy.

But the person who doesn't die is clearly not an ordinary person.

Objectively speaking, the warrior in front of me does indeed have the ability to annihilate these monsters single-handedly; I merely accelerated that process.

"Yes, you're welcome."

The Undead nodded, and with each breath, the flame patterns on his body gradually dimmed and finally disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Skadi curiously reached out and touched the undead's breastplate.

However, the breastplate did not get very hot; it was only warm enough for Skadi's hands in the cold wind.

The grayish-white armor became even darker after being scorched by the flames, and perhaps in a while it will turn grayish-black.

"Your flames are peculiar; are they your Originium Arts?"

Skadi voiced her question to the Undead.

She had witnessed powerful fire-based Originium Arts. But none of them were as awe-inspiring as the flames of the undead.

Just seeing that fire makes my heart race.

It was as if that fire should never have existed in this world, a flame that was deadly poison to everyone.

"No."

The Undead shook his head; he had always held a fondness for true warriors.

"Yes, the fire of magic."

"Spells?"

Skadi tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face.

"Sarkaz incantations? I've never heard of incantations that can summon fire."

"No."

The Undead shook his head again, emphasizing it once more.

"Yes, the fire of magic."

Although they had never seen the so-called Sarkaz incantations, the Undead were well aware of the nature of sorcery.

Spells are inherently a form of fire worship, and as users of fire, spellcasters must cultivate their own spellfire to wield it.

But is that flame a form of worship for the warmth of the flame, or a source of solace for those who cannot reach the First Flame?

No one knows for sure, but the Undead who have already come into contact with the First Flame can understand part of its meaning.

Skadi's understanding was still somewhat lacking, and the Undead didn't expect her to understand anyway.

"It is different from Originium Arts. They are not the same thing."

The Undead gave a brief explanation and then lost interest in continuing to explain to Skadi.

"Just think of it as me being able to use fire."

Skadi nodded.

Although she still didn't understand, at least she knew that it wasn't the same as Originium Arts.

This isn't hard for Skadi to understand. As a deep-sea hunter, a significant portion of the things she comes into contact with are different from Originium.

Skadi finished asking her questions, and the Undead also had many questions to ask.

During this hunt, he found many interesting things, and all sorts of questions swirled in his mind.

Seeing the undead remain silent, Skadi knew he also had doubts. Not just about Skadi's identity, but perhaps more about the monsters he had hunted.

Despite the Undead fighting alongside her, Skadi didn't want him to know too much.

"You have a lot of questions you want to ask me, don't you?"

Skadi said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you too much. But you should have already noticed the difference between them and the creatures on Terra. My concern isn't that you'll get too involved, but that you'll be bothered by them."

Skadi spoke sincerely, and even the Undead could hear the worry in her voice.

"If you get entangled with the deep sea, you'll never be able to go back to a normal life. Although your strength is undeniable, please keep your distance from the deep sea until you are fully prepared. At least for now, their target is me, and only me."

Skadi thought back for a moment.

She then recalled the undead's strange flames, which seemed capable of burning away all filth.

The immortal asked the question.

"You've been hunting them all along?"

He realized something: the woman in front of him seemed to have no idea what the monsters were really like, calling them "deep sea" probably just because of their appearance, which was related to marine life.

But these twisted beings are actually mutations caused by the corruption of the abyss.

Fortunately, after they were killed, the will hidden behind them also left immediately, and at least for now, the Undead did not sense any danger.

Otherwise, the surrounding villages would be in danger.

"Yes."

Skadi directly addressed the claim that the immortals do not exist.

"But to be precise, while I was hunting them, these monsters were also hunting me. Even though we came from the same homeland."

She couldn't explain why, just as migratory birds can't explain why they fly south; it's simply an action based on instinct and experience.

"The line between hunter and prey is very thin. Although I am not fully prepared, they will not give me the chance to be fully prepared."

Skadi spoke indifferently, as she recalled Dales' tragic death under the influence of the deep sea.

“The prey will die, but the hunter will not, so I became the hunter.”

The Undead pondered for a moment, trying to find anything in Skadi's words that she knew about the Abyss.

Unfortunately, no.

The questions we have now will not only go unanswered, but may even elicit more questions from the undead.

With this in mind, the immortal temporarily abandoned his plan to raise questions.

Let's wait a little longer. There are still several days before Skadi's employment is completed. In these few days, Skadi may bring more information to the Undead.

"Go back first, your companions are still waiting for you."

Skadi didn't want to continue the conversation. So she abruptly ended their exchange and headed towards the town of Jacaranda.

The immortal looked back at the corpse on the ground.

We can't let these things just freeze here. If someone discovers them, it might cause a disaster.

Then, the Undead raised its right hand, and the flames of magic ignited, transforming into a raging wave that swept away the limbs and blood on the ground.

The monsters, having lost all signs of life, no longer possessed the same resilience as before.

The flames swept away all traces of the battle in just a few seconds, even the blood was evaporated, and the entire snow layer was cleared to reveal a vast expanse of land.

However, the snow will soon cover the clearing again, and no one will ever know that a battle has taken place here again.

After disposing of the body, the Undead turned back and followed Skadi's steps.

Although Skadi's communication with the Undead has ended, the Undead are still pondering.