Ark Undead

Instead, it ignited his anger, causing it to surge wildly, like a flame doused with strong liquor.

The eyes hidden beneath the armor narrowed, staring at the Originium blocks falling from the sky.

He growled in a low voice.

"It's you..."

The immortal recognized him.

Several years ago, when he first awoke in Victoria, he realized that someone was watching him.

In order not to cause trouble for Hannah and Vina of the Glasgow Gang, the Undead chose to change the location to fight that person.

Thus, in the mountains and forests, the malice from beyond the world clashed head-on with the newly awakened undead.

The undead roared as he shattered piece after piece of Originium, burning away the last embers of his remaining life.

But even the newly crowned king could not withstand this boundless malice.

The golden flames were hidden within the boundless Originium.

But the cowardly usurper could not overcome the fear deep in his bones; he dared not approach again and could only comfort himself that he had surely been destroyed.

The First Flame was able to catch its breath, and transformed everything that attacked it into its regenerated shell, absorbing the violent power and barely clinging to life.

Now, with his former enemy standing before him once more, the Undead can no longer suppress his rage.

Flames erupted, shooting straight into the sky, and the Undead unleashed its fourth sword strike without hesitation.

The sword tip mercilessly shattered the source stone, and the flying fragments struck his body, but could not budge him in the slightest.

With just one sword strike, the countless Originium fragments scattered into dust, and the remaining consciousness gathered within that dust was then enveloped and burned by the surging flames.

With the help of the Originium blocks that fell from the sky, the black snake finally gained a brief respite.

Seeing the undead only two or three body lengths away from him, all his fighting spirit vanished like smoke.

Fear has regained control of the high ground.

He should have been the embodiment of suffering and fear, but at this moment, facing an enemy so close at hand, he lost the courage to fight.

"Quickly, take me away! Theresis, take me away from here! Please! Don't abandon me!"

His voice gradually turned into a plea, and the power hidden in the sky reached out to him.

A crack suddenly appeared in the air above the walls surrounding the tower.

Black mist swirled around the crack, and the power originating from the same source as the black snake seemed to be guiding it away.

That was his hometown, and the source of all his power.

Realizing that it finally had a chance to escape, the black snake stretched all its twisted limbs toward the suddenly appearing crack.

He was overjoyed, and even his voice was filled with the elation of surviving a disaster.

"I'm alive! I'm alive! You can't kill me! The next time we meet will be the day you die!"

Drawn by the crack, his body flew into the sky, about to be completely buried in the dark abyss.

But at that moment, he sensed another power within his body.

That was the consciousness he had long ago devoured and suppressed, and it was also the original owner of this body.

A phantom image of a young girl appeared in the space between him and the crack.

And the two horns representing the race were radiating a fluorescent glow.

"Go away!"

The black snake roared and swung its tentacles, trying to completely obliterate the phantom before it.

But the illusory image formed by the girl smiled at her.

That was a horrifying expression, tainted by a thirst for revenge.

"Kosiché, you will die here."

Inside the black snake's body, there was a scalding hot spot that suddenly emitted a consciousness that had been suppressed for years, vying for control with the consciousness that had possessed this body.

Completely unexpectedly, Talulah's consciousness chose to retaliate at this moment, and the black snake's emotions once again descended into rage.

"How dare you defy me!"

He thought Talulah was completely under his control, but she appeared at this moment.

Inside the black snake's body, which had completely turned into a viscous liquid, a stone and the girl's horns in the air emitted a fluorescent glow.

Furthermore, it established a near-intimate connection with a stone hidden within the armor of the undead.

That was the Dragon Head Stone that the Undead obtained from SilverAsh.

The black body could no longer move forward even a fraction of an inch, completely stuck in mid-air.

Talulah received a gift from her mother when she was young.

In her memory, it was the last gift her father left her.

They knew that Talulah's birth might have been a mistake, but it was the fruit of their love, something they couldn't bear to part with.

Therefore, Talulah, unknowingly, as a successor of the Drak lineage, completely merged with the treasures passed down through the Drak.

It was a treasure taken from the world of the painting by someone, a possession of the ancient dragons.

Dragon Body Stone.

Talulah's consciousness has not completely disappeared because it resides on the Dragonstone and has survived to this day thanks to the enduring power of the ancient dragon.

Now, thanks to the interference of Amiya's mental link, Talulah's eyes have finally been able to open.

She saw the immortals and also the ugly side of the black snake.

She was a mistake to begin with, so why not let her mistake become another mistake's grave?

Having witnessed her comrades and fellow soldiers die at "her" hands, Talulah made her own choice.

She chose to seize this opportunity.

Even if I myself will turn to ashes.

"I told you, you will die here."

Talulah's smile suddenly brightened, and she laughed freely and unrestrainedly, just as she had when she killed her adoptive father's physical body.

"You will be killed by me once again!"

Behind the black serpent's twisted body, a spiraling sword wreathed in flames pierced through the path blocked by Originium blocks.

The immortal focused his mind and saw a phantom girl floating in the air.

She nodded slightly to the immortal and spoke to him.

"Please, end it all."

Then, the spiraling sword, surging with flames, thrust out without reservation.

boom!

Piercing through the filth, the last layer of defense proved utterly ineffective against the surging flames.

Intense flames surged, and solidified magma bombarded the filthy creature fiercely.

The black snake once again felt that unforgettable pain, echoing the imprint in his memory.

Just like millions of years ago, on that battlefield of the gods, he trembled as he dodged tiny sparks.

But at that moment, he truly experienced what it felt like to be burned by flames.

The spiral sword pierced through the viscous black liquid, pinning the black snake firmly to the high wall.

The rift in the abyss was so close, yet the flames relentlessly enveloped him.

Amidst the indescribable burning sensation, he could feel everything about him fading away.

His power was plundered, and his consciousness was buried.

His eyes could only see the crack, which was only a few meters away from him, gradually closing.

"Do not!!"

A desperate, hoarse cry swirled in the sky, while a viscous black liquid boiled, melted, and dissolved in the scalding flames.

Along with it, the consciousness that had remained on this land for millions of years vanished.

The last wisp of black slime also became nourishment for the flames, vanishing on the king's weapon.

Not even ashes remained.

But this is not over yet, how can we stop here?

The undead looked up at the open crack.

The consciousness beyond the crack seemed to realize that something was wrong.

The door I opened myself not only didn't let anyone in, but sparks also kept drifting in.

The crack gradually closed and shut.

But how could the immortals let him leave so easily?

Since you've come all this way and are even offering help to your enemy, you'll have to pay a hefty price!

Moreover, that was another rat that was destined to be killed.

The nameless hero raised his left hand, and on his palm, blinding lightning surged.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the dazzling sunlight fell, gathering in his palm, so that all his enemies would remember his name.

The crack closed faster and faster, and the terrified defiler realized his mistake. He howled and tried to leave.

But just before the crack was about to close, the undead finally caught the lightning in his palm.

Just like the power he wielded when he faced all things on that boundless battlefield.

Having traversed millions of years, it reappears here.

Sunlight Gun!

He hurled a bolt of lightning from his palm, and the surging golden lightning violently slammed into the crack, widening the entire crack.