Ark Undead

The elderly knight, having lost everything, entered the painting.

He was originally an immortal, but became a slave of the gods, was knighted as a slave, and fought for the gods.

But after a long period of time, even the gods died, and the immortals, who could not die, also fell into confusion.

Until he met the Painter of the World, the half-dragon girl.

The slave knights, who were originally fighting for the gods, have now found a new master.

When an elderly knight sees a young dragon girl, will he also give her his tender heart?

"Young lady, I will find the paints for you in the world of painting."

“It’s a deal then, Grandpa Gale. I’ll wait for you to bring the paint back.”

During the long wait, the first person to arrive was not the elderly grandfather, but another ashes.

Although she had recognized that the immortal had received guidance from the Rondor Ritual, the nun still urged him to leave.

“You are already the king of Londor, aren’t you?”

"Please stop worrying about this place and go and seize the flame. Do what you are supposed to do."

But what the ashes revealed was more than that.

He saw the twisted bodies of the indigenous people, howling in agony on the ground because of the constantly decaying scroll and the priest's act of splashing blood to repair it.

He saw the crow people who originally belonged to this place prostrating themselves in front of the church, begging the nuns to repaint their homeland.

He heard people praying that he would light a fire, ignite the old homeland, and reshape a new world.

He couldn't understand why they wouldn't ignite the flames and end all this old and painful mess.

So they took out their weapons and clashed.

How can a nun who is lost in a tranquil illusion defeat a hero who is still battling through thick and thin?

Moreover, the elderly knight also joined the battle.

A red cloak fluttering in the wind, and the executioner's greatsword.

With the help of the undead, the two quickly defeated the hiders.

The royal vessel, filled with flames, was smashed to the ground amidst the priest's wails; the flying sparks ignited the blood and completely set the canvas ablaze.

During that battle, the nun, tormented by the flames, collapsed, ending her suffering with a longsword piercing her chest.

If it weren't for that prophecy.

If the nun hadn't been so fixated on the identity of the other Ash, and hadn't been the first to draw her weapon against the Hunter King.

If they had a proper talk, as subjects, they could have pleaded with the king to leave.

Will the outcome be different?

But the prophecy ultimately came true, and the attempt to thwart the prophet inadvertently accelerated its fulfillment.

"Thank you, Lord Ash."

The girl sat on the high chair and expressed her heartfelt gratitude to the undead before her.

Those who do not understand flames are not permitted to paint for the world.

Those who are tempted by the flame shall not paint for the world.

"I can already hear the sound of flames burning; surely I'll be able to see them soon?"

However, before creating a brand new painting, one essential thing is needed.

The reason why a painting can carry life is precisely because it is painted with life itself.

Among the materials used in painting, one important one is blood.

The stronger the blood, the more difficult it is for the artwork to decay.

The nuns and priests' act of constantly repairing the painting with their own blood was precisely to cover the already dilapidated hole with fresh blood.

But that blood is, after all, the blood of ordinary people. After it rots in the world of painting, it quickly transforms into the deepest darkness in people's hearts.

Only then did the immortals understand why the elderly knight had allowed them to touch the scroll.

He wanted his master to fulfill her mission.

He wanted the young lady to see the flames.

He wanted the young lady to pick up a paintbrush and create a painting.

A long time passed, and the Undead traveled all over the world before facing the flames.

He wanted to see for himself what the world was really like.

Unexpectedly, in that apocalyptic world, they actually saw traces left by their old friends.

Following the guidance of the red tattered cloth, the undead moved forward, traversing the path pieced together from the remnants of the world.

I encountered that old friend at the edge of the tower.

"Ah, it's you, Ashes."

The knight named Gale smiled at the undead.

Although that smile was a little creepy, they were still friends who had fought together.

The immortal had still greeted him.

"Don't be afraid, just jump down, you won't die."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Gale whispered to the undead with a sinister smile.

Then, his body fell to the ground and plunged into the endless abyss.

They killed the last demon at the end of time, and parted ways here for the time being.

"I'll be going now, Lord Ash."

Gale shouldered the greatsword, which already showed signs of decay, and walked into the deep and distant passageway.

"Please...come to the end of time...I will be there, waiting for you."

So the immortals rested and then continued their journey.

He revealed the sins of the ancient gods in the place where the gods had built a seal.

That was a prison called Ringed City, imprisoning the last vestige of the power of the flame.

He listened to the whispers of the persuaders that emerged from the abyss, and nailed them to the dark mire.

From the colossal rift that spewed forth darkness, he slew the dragon that devoured the darkness.

The blade pierced through the giant and spear guarding the last god, tearing away the god's last fig leaf.

The goddess Ferrenor's consciousness briefly awoke, and the giant egg that enveloped the Ringed City was touched by the undead and turned to dust.

Behind the shattered magic of time, he saw what the world at the end of time looked like.

It was nothing but deep darkness and endless yellow sand.

Even the offspring of the gods have become a dried-up skeleton.

Before the throne of the Dwarf King, the Undead saw the Dwarf King crawling forward.

He crawled on, searching for the daughter of the gods, while calling for help, though his voice was hoarse and weak.

“Felixnour...save us...we're going to be eaten by the Red Hoods...we're going to be eaten by the Red Hoods.”

The Undead felt a slight heaviness in his heart; he probably already understood what had happened.

Breaking the magic of the gods is no easy task.

And the magic of time can only be broken by time itself.

Rodland's timeline was chaotic, and he didn't know what to do.

The knight Gale, with his red turban, relied on his last wish as a foundation to navigate the turbulent world and eventually found a way to break the spell.

wait.

If you don't know how to defy time, then just wait.

Unable to perceive the passage of time, nor knowing how much time had passed or how far one had traveled.

After endless battles, he raised his long-shattered greatsword, stood before the remains of the god, and shattered the time magic the god had cast, revealing the final decay of all things to everyone.

The immortal one, however, touched the giant egg that Gale had already shattered, and thus traversed a long period of time to arrive before this slave knight.

But so much time has passed that the blood has dried up.

The blood that carried the dark soul had almost solidified in the dwarf king's withered body.

How can such blood be used as pigment?

Then, the slave knight opened his parched lips and tore open the flesh filled with the blood of dark souls with his rotten teeth.

The aged knight feasted, swallowing all the dried blood into his body.

One, two, three.

The dwarf king's decaying body was powerless to escape the hunt of the aged knight.

Their chests were ripped open, and the aged knights feasted, swallowing all the dried blood into their bodies.

The slave knight knew that even the king knight who fought against the abyss could not resist its corruption, so how could his old body and broken mind resist the temptation of darkness?

So he left behind fragments of his headscarf as beacons to guide the hero's arrival.

Gale knew all too well that those were heroes who hunted down kings, ashes from the rekindling of the First Flame.

If it were him, he would surely be able to obtain the blood of the dark soul, right?

The dried blood merged with Gale's body, and the dark soul regained its vitality.

Dark clouds gathered, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A deep blue lightning bolt of humanity descended from the sky, and a surging, dark red soul enveloped his body.

The dark soul brought immense power and also completely corrupted the knight's sanity.

At the last moment, he met the hero.