Ark Undead

But at that moment, the mental link collapsed and was forcibly broken by the Patriot.

It was at this moment that Rosemary's greatsword appeared before Patriot.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Rosemary gritted her teeth. She had used Originium Arts at maximum power, but Patriot grabbed her with one hand.

"The sword...the sword is about to slip from my hand...No! I can't control it even with Originium Arts!"

The restraints on Rosemary's back began to smoke; her Originium Arts were about to exceed their limits.

"He felt...like...a landslide."

Rosemary ultimately couldn't beat Patriot.

The Patriot, who was holding the greatsword in his right hand, used his immense strength to throw it aside.

He absorbed all the pain and loss of life of all living beings on the battlefield, which became his sustenance for battle.

At this moment, his eyes shone brightly with a red light.

"This is the power of the Demon King. Countless warriors sacrificed their lives for the illusion, fearless of death."

“No…no, Mr. Patriot. I saw your past.”

Amiya's pale face was filled with pain; her body could not withstand such a massive amount of emotion.

"Two hundred years of ceaseless fighting... You lost too much. Such a tragic end shouldn't have happened..."

"No!"

The Patriot raised his javelin, his imposing presence like a collapsing mountain. The mere aura emanating from him was enough to make anyone unable to raise their hand.

"It's all a lie, an illusion. Not the end! I lived, I resisted, I fought!"

"My fate is determined by myself. My mistakes and my misfortunes are my own responsibility!"

"On the contrary, are you really ready?"

"It's good that we've managed to hold on until now, but it's not enough."

Rhodes Island!

The long spear, shrouded in a deep crimson aura, and his scarlet eyes beneath his shattered mask, both shone brightly!

"Fate! How ridiculous!"

Like an arrow piercing through fate and breaking through everything, it struck Amiya's location!

The spear, propelled by the force of a landslide, was merely a fleeting red blur in everyone's eyes. At the very end of that deathly aura, Amiya knelt helplessly on the ground.

Amiya!

Kal'tsit's eyes widened; she couldn't accept this ending!

Amiya was still struggling with the two-hundred-year-old obsession in her mind, and she also realized that death was imminent.

But she was powerless to even raise her hand again.

Everyone stared at the light, at that unparalleled power.

But no one had the ability to react; they could only watch, watch this tragedy unfold.

Boom!

Just when all despair was about to be realized.

The raised greatsword sent the javelin flying, returning it to the hands of the warrior who had rightfully claimed it.

Patriot caught the javelin, and the force of the return shot made him take a step back.

A familiar voice rang out, and when that person appeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It was him.

"Back off."

Silent armor stood in front of the young demon king.

Flames surged, the primordial flames engulfing the Hunter King's body, and the crimson crown repelled all bystanders.

Following the aura of the abyss, the undead heard the whole thing.

He didn't want to get involved in this battle, but as Patriot said, Rhodes Island didn't yet have the ability to challenge him head-on.

The Patriot's power is not limited to Wendigo, but also extends to the demonic fragments bestowed upon him by the Emperor.

Even the undead would not want to see this warrior die here in such a tragic way.

"This flame..."

The Patriot stared at the flames on the Undead Sword, his eyes blazing with red light.

"you are?"

"Just like you."

The undead raised his greatsword, pointing it diagonally at the ground.

"One, a soldier."

"warrior..."

Patriot stopped, fragments of his mask falling away to reveal the black mist that completely enveloped his head.

He knew what kind of power this was, and he had also heard that a divine general from the Great Yan Dynasty had left behind flames in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave that were enough to purify evil spirits.

He didn't know the true identity of the person in front of him, but he felt a surge of fighting spirit.

This fighting spirit is unrelated to right or wrong.

The demonic fragments, completely suppressed by the Patriot, attempt to invade his body while the external ritual remains broken.

"How dare you!"

Patriot growled, the red light in his eyes almost materializing, the power gained from the Wendigo cannibalistic ritual completely suppressing the spreading demonic power.

Returning to one's own body.

A hundred years ago, he was able to subdue these evil forces, so these evil heretics could no longer pose any threat to him!

Even though he is now covered in wounds, even though he is now like a candle flickering in the wind.

Even so, the young demon king was no match for him.

Patriot made Amiya willingly come into contact with his psychic power. This wasn't just to control Amiya; he had other motives as well.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Patriot didn't know the true identity of the person in front of him, but he felt a surge of fighting spirit.

This fighting spirit is neither about right nor wrong, nor is it related to any predetermined prophecy.

"Okay...okay!"

The Patriot's captivating aura is no longer restrained, but fully unleashed!

He raised his spear and struck his shield.

His spirit was decayed, and his bones were crooked, yet he still held iron weapons and launched an attack against the injustice he had witnessed.

Even though the outcome of this battle was foreshadowed in prophecies a thousand years ago.

Even though he already knew that he was a discarded pawn.

But now, with the intervention of the undead, things have changed.

The Patriots no longer care about the war with Rhodes Island.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was already decided.

If that's the case, then why let those facts bother us?

This is not a duel that should be decided by fate.

The nameless hero raised his greatsword and pointed it at the warrior before him.

He wants to present his enemy in this duel with the gift of shattering fate!

A true warrior can only die on the battlefield worthy of him!

Now, the last pure-blooded Wendigo has launched its final charge against the god who will end the gods!

"Marching!"

...

Spears and greatswords clashed, the sounds of weapons clashing echoing incessantly.

On this battlefield, undying flames and tyrannical red light became the dominant themes.

Amidst the mournful sound of steel armor shattering, the two clashed.

The undead's greatsword slammed into the Wendigo's shattered shield time and time again.

Each strike sent Wendigo's body trembling.

Wendigo, however, remained unmoved.

Scars are merely badges of honor.

The Undead know that heroes born for battle yearn for a thrilling and exhilarating fight.

Therefore, he bestowed upon Wendigo the highest mercy befitting a warrior.

He hadn't been immersed in such a pure battle for a long time.

Every shot, every struggle with the opponent—this is the pure enjoyment that combat brings. There's no need to worry about what happens behind you, or about those in front of you.

Beneath the shattered mask, his already distorted face was filled with smug satisfaction.

The nameless hero unleashed flames, giving nothing back and using all his fighting skills in this duel.

This is not a hunt for the undead, but a farewell.

The demonic will twisted his body, rendering him unable to utter complete words.

The heavy pressure of fate forced him forward, leaving his life scarred and battered.