Ark Undead

"Someone's coming!"

"Formation!"

The father, holding Melanie in his arms, shouted at the security forces who were gesturing warily towards them.

"We are citizens of Victoria! Nobles! We are fleeing!"

"I am a citizen!"

"Let them in!"

A gap was revealed in the layers of security forces forming the city wall.

The father carried Melansha inside.

Melantha's vision went black, and she fainted in her father's arms.

Before she fainted, she heard her last words, her father's frantic and anxious shouts.

"Doctor! Doctor! Is there a doctor? My daughter is injured! She's bleeding a lot! Is there a doctor?!"

...

It is endless darkness.

The undead floated in the darkness with their eyes closed.

He was unable to think or act.

How long passed in that darkness, I don't know.

He seemed to hear a voice.

"Grey...Big...your..."

The voice was very indistinct, but somewhat familiar, though the undead couldn't place it. Who spoke, and what did they say?

The voice said it once, and then it rang out a second time.

The immortal realized that someone seemed to be talking to him. He couldn't open his eyes, but he tried hard to hear what was being said.

"Within the fire..."

The sound repeated itself over and over, gradually becoming clearer in the ears of the immortal.

"Please carry on... our wishes... those of the ancient kings..."

The voices in the immortal's ears gradually became clearer.

Before his eyes, a light seemed to appear.

The undead struggled to open his eyes, the light stinging painfully.

The voice rang out again at that moment.

As the immortals saw the mass in front of them clearly, they also heard the words spoken in their ears.

"The first fire is gradually fading away, and darkness will soon descend."

He opened his eyes and saw a ball of fire.

A cluster of tiny flames.

"But after that long darkness, a glimmer of light will appear..."

...

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and scattered raindrops fell, landing on the faces of the infected.

After their initial frenzy, the cheering infected finally calmed down.

Their revenge is not over yet; they have only defeated one monster so far.

Their target is the center of the upper city; they want to unleash the infected's rage on all those who have caused them suffering.

Even at this moment, some people still kept their eyes on the fallen soldiers on the ground.

He had just squeezed through the crowd to see what the monster looked like.

When he saw the body riddled with weapons, he spat out a disdainful spit.

"Pah, is that all?"

Saliva splattered onto the soldiers' bodies, mingling with the rain falling from the sky.

The coward raised his iron bar, about to strike the noble body of the fallen warrior.

It was at this moment that a small sound mingled with the noise made by the infected.

laugh...

The sound was extremely faint, yet it was incredibly clear amidst the noise.

It looks like something has been set on fire?

Nobody cared. They took one last look at the soldier on the ground, then prepared to leave immediately and charge the security lines.

But in that one glance, I saw a spark.

"How come there's still fire? It's raining."

One of the infected looked at Mars and said curiously.

laugh.

That's Mars, that's a flame.

It ignited on the soldier's body; there was nothing flammable, and no Molotov cocktails were thrown at it.

Even on the body that had already fallen, bright flames flickered.

The flames leaped, igniting on the soldier's chest and then spreading throughout his body!

The flames, following the gauntlet, ignited the hilt and the broken blade, then spread upwards, forging a brand new edge for the katana, its rust cleansed by the flames!

The flames ignited the weapons embedded in the warrior's body, and the iron blocks were tempered by the flames, melting into liquid and repairing the warrior's armor.

Crimson lines spread from his chest, covering his body and the entire armor.

The patterns seemed to have a life of their own; they were breathing! Sometimes they were a bright red, and sometimes a shimmering yellow.

The molten iron, melted into liquid, flowed upwards along the body's lines, cooled at the top of the helmet, and formed strange patterns.

boom!

A thunderclap boomed! A torrential downpour ensued!

Raindrops fell on the flames, but the flames did not diminish in the slightest!

boom!

This time, it wasn't a thunderclap, but a blinding light!

"what!!"

The infected were pushed outward by the white light, countless bodies flying backward, also knocking away their fellow infected who were surrounding them.

To their horrified gaze, the warrior, who should have been dead long ago, grasped the blade that had fallen to the side.

The flames burned on his body, evaporating the raindrops falling from the sky.

Several thunderclaps suddenly boomed in the sky.

That was cheering.

Let us celebrate the return of the ancient.

Unsung heroes awaken among the weak.

His knees were pressed against the ground.

He propped himself up with his left hand.

He slowly got up from the ground.

Then, the immortal opened his eyes.

"But after that long darkness, a light will flicker gently. It is a small flame, the embers of the legacy passed down by the kings."

18. The One Who Passes on the Flame

Lightning is a spear piercing the sky, and also proof that an ancient being has reappeared on the earth.

Cheers erupted continuously.

Golden lightning exploded like fireworks, celebrating the crowned one's awakening.

The nameless hero stands tall among the weak, scrutinizing them with his gaze.

To examine whether the world is as it was when he was asleep.

"..."

The ruler of the flames remained silent, countless memories flooding his mind.

He looked north, wondering if the people on that distant frozen land were safe and sound, far from the abyss's reach.

He looked eastward, wondering if those rebels, powerless to control their own destiny, would, as they had vowed, shackle the gods and rule the heavens with their own will.

He looked south again, wondering if the prey that were barely surviving in the sea had broken free from the shackles of the deep sea and no longer needed to close their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

Are his comrades-in-arms, who fought alongside him and celebrated their victories with great joy, still striving for their ideals?

He lowered his eyes in disappointment.

How long has it been since he last fell into a deep sleep?

he does not know.

So he grieved, turning into raindrops. He roared, becoming thunderclaps.

boom!

A series of golden lightning bolts fell from the sky and exploded around the Hunter King.

Those were events that existed only in ancient legends, disappearing into the river of time after losing their existence and faith.