Ark Undead

The undead seemed unaware that the world's malice was converging upon him, as he was focused on fighting Talulah in front of him.

Every sword strike was aimed at a vital point, and every slash was meant to cleave the frail body in two.

They were evenly matched; this was the first time the Undead had encountered such a battle since the liberation of the First Flame.

The abyss before them grew increasingly repulsive, causing even the undead to become agitated.

"die!"

Amidst the raging flames, the undead's greatsword slashed down from above, cleaving Talulah's sword in two.

The blade flew through the air before embedding itself in the side wall, trembling incessantly.

Talulah took a step back, and the surrounding black mist quickly spread upwards, re-condensing at the broken blade and transforming it back into a perfectly intact battle sword.

Seeing that the First Flame on the Undead couldn't cause her much real harm, Talulah's mind became increasingly active.

The power surging from within her seemed to subtly tell her that she could fight this guy in front of her, that she was capable of putting up a fight.

So she boldly stepped forward and took the initiative to attack the undead.

She believes that with the power that her hometown gives her, she can completely eradicate the nightmare that has haunted her memory for thousands of years today.

That boundless flame, the light that purifies everything, will surely be swallowed by darkness.

The blade, solidified by the black substance, thrust forward, aiming straight for the center of the armor, intending to pierce through it completely and strip the body of its power.

But what fear is there for the living? He also took a step forward at the same time.

The seasoned veteran immediately seized the opening when he saw Talulah make her move.

With his left fist clenched, he pressed his fist against Talulah's chest and suddenly punched her.

boom!

Talulah's body flew backward, smashing the seemingly solid throne to pieces, and her body was also blasted into the rubble by the force.

With just that one blow, Talulah seemed to lose the strength to stand up.

"You dare to provoke me?"

The undead's calm voice betrayed no emotion. But beneath his words, a surge of flames erupted, completely obscuring the longsword in his right hand.

The dark blade gradually turned into liquid, reassembling along the hilt to form the blade again.

The flowing flames guided the liquid in its direction, and in the hands of the undead, they condensed into another form.

The spreading molten iron merged and reformed with the fierce flames, twisting its body beneath the hilt of the sword before solidifying into a tangible form in an instant.

The twisted blade bore faint marks etched by flames, while the red-hot tip served as the outlet for all the rage.

The power of the First Flame finally left its mark on his weapon.

This is proof bestowed by the First Flame, and it is also a collection of countless techniques.

In that endless journey, countless heroes who passed on the flame honed their martial arts through countless battles, either fell to this longsword or became its master again, becoming new kings.

As the immortals and the god of fire said.

Weapons should be named after the deeds of their users, not based on mere conjecture.

This weapon is proof of his status as a guardian, and it is also the spoils of war he won to end everything and usher in a new era.

Now, it has been revived in his hands, which is a sign that he has once again taken his responsibilities seriously.

And those who stand before him are the filth that is destined to be destroyed.

Talulah, who had just risen from her throne, had swirling black sludge beneath her shattered skin.

That is the fuel of fire, the source of all pollution, and the manifestation of evil in this world.

Even though the Undead's power is only two or three tenths of its peak, it is still not something Talulah can contend with.

Talulah hadn't expected that such an immortal being was one she couldn't kill.

Even a slight suppression wouldn't be enough.

"No...impossible..."

Talulah muttered to herself as she struggled to her feet.

"No, that's impossible. We've already devoured you; your powers should have been completely stripped away. The flames will no longer trust you. Impossible!"

In her memory, she remembered it clearly.

Millions of years ago, the immortals were buried by them with filth and darkness.

The flames that shone with golden light lost their anchor and were scattered in all directions, becoming a thing of the past.

Even knowing that the First Flame would not be extinguished, through their efforts, the power belonging to the flame was stripped away.

In that era, which was like the deep sea, humanity struggled to survive. Darkness and humanity were rampant. They breathed in the filthy air and roamed freely in the abyss.

Even if the world is reborn, they can still survive outside the new world and reach out their predatory claws to this weak newborn.

In their future, the undead may rise again, but there will never be a flame.

The Undead heard Talulah's words, but he shook his head.

“That flame was never extinguished by you.”

He looked down at his left hand.

He remembered that it was he who extinguished the flame.

It was he who made the final choice and fell into a deep sleep.

But the facts he knew completely contradicted what Talulah had said.

Perhaps Talulah knows something, but that doesn't matter.

The important thing is that anything filthy should not exist in his sight.

This is a hatred that has been unchangeable since the beginning of everything.

So the undead gripped the greatsword, which had now turned into a spiral shape, with both hands. He raised the hilt and held it horizontally to his right, then stepped forward with his left foot.

Upon seeing the Undead's action, Talulah's eyes widened as if she had witnessed something incomprehensible.

Flames erupted from the sword tip, spreading outwards, and the solidified flames opened their fierce eyes to Talulah.

"No...I can't...@#$%^%$^...die here!@#JPY%……&*&%"

The black mist became fuel for the flames, and as it burned, Talulah realized that her power was being devoured.

The fear from millions of years ago reappeared before her eyes, and she could no longer maintain her form; all forces were changing her body without reservation.

Her body crumbled inch by inch. Right before the eyes of the immortal, her flesh was torn apart by the black mist, and a disgusting, viscous liquid gushed from the wounds, covering her entire body.

The gods of Ursus ultimately could not overcome their fear and, in the presence of the undead, completely revealed their true forms.

A scarlet light shone from the surging black liquid, and the viscous pus barely coalesced into a human form.

Like blackened sludge tumbling in a blender, anyone who glances at it will immediately lose the power to speak and be completely captivated.

Now, Talulah, who was originally the leader of the Reunion Movement, has completely transformed into the very thing she feared most.

They became the embodiment of suffering on this land, and the culprit behind all the tragedies.

The gods of Ursus have returned to the world, right here on this battlefield that can now only be called ruins.

The projection of the abyss: the black serpent.

Her writhing tentacles, made of black slime, lashed out at the undead as she made a final desperate attempt to survive.

The Undead stared at the embodiment of fear before him and took a step forward.

The greatsword slashed from right to left and downwards for the first time.

The air itself seemed to be torn apart, and the scalding armor melted into molten iron, crowning him atop his head.

Violent flames rolled from the sword, severing the tentacles that were swinging at him.

The black viscous liquid became fuel for the flames under his sword, and the golden flames returned along the tentacles, burning away all the filth and mercilessly plundering all the life force hidden in their bodies.

The sword light formed from the flames continued forward, about to strike the black mist in front of the black serpent.

"Theresis! Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?!"

The black snake roared and shouted to the sky.

The dark clouds rolled in, but there was no response.

The Undead raised the Spiral Sword to the left of his body again, slashed a sword beam to the right, and took a step forward at the same time!

The struggling tentacles were captured by invisible fire before they could even touch the sword; a mere spark was enough to ignite a large patch of black mist.

As the flames swept through, all filth retreated rapidly, as if afraid of being touched by even a single spark.

"What about our contract? What about our agreed-upon cooperation? You can't just stand by and do nothing!"

The black snake writhed and twisted its fluid-like body in a desperate attempt to dodge the spiraling sword's strikes, but to no avail.

The sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the third sword arrived in front of him, completely tearing apart his newly formed right arm.

"Ahhh@#@#%JPY*&%...!"

The howls, incomprehensible to the human ear, and the horrifying terror emanated from the sounds.

The black serpent's right arm completely turned into sparks, leaving not even ashes. The power it had plundered over the millennia was burned and ruthlessly plundered by the flames, causing the flames to intensify.

A layer of flames quietly adhered to his wound.

Black Snake still refused to give up that sliver of hope for survival, even if it meant being completely exposed.

“Theresis! After I die, you'll be the next one he finds! Do you really think you can escape!”

He shouted with vicious words and a venomous tone, even though there was no response.

"If you continue to stand idly by, I'll tell him everything about you!"

This time, the dark clouds gathered, and the natural disaster that had been quietly brewing here finally showed some reaction.

Above the rolling black mist, a shadow emerged from the reflection that resembled an abyss.

Huge blocks of Originium rained down from the sky, one after another, crashing straight down on the undead on the tower who were wielding their swords.

When this scene unfolded, it did not evoke even the slightest fear in the undead.