Ark Undead

A muffled thud echoed throughout the passageway, and the monster actually took a step back!

"it is good!"

The undead watched the greyhound's nimble movements, and its exquisite reactions and exertion of force drew a sigh of admiration from the undead.

He praised it verbally, but his hands moved just as quickly. The wisps of flame that lit up his left hand instantly ignited into a fierce, flowing flame.

The Undead charged forward two more steps, landing right behind the monster that had been knocked back a step.

Without hesitation, his left hand, burning with flames, plunged straight into the monster's back, sinking deep inside!

The Undead only felt a slippery sensation. Then, without hesitation, he detonated the crimson flames that had accumulated in his palm!

boom!

The explosive flames burst forth from within the body, seeping outwards along the monster's form into patterns, before gushing out through countless holes opened by the flames!

Spell (Purifying Flames)

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the unknown tentacles and the entire monster's body lost their supporting strength.

The sap was also captured and burned by the gushing flames. With the help of the flames, the two were finally able to see the monster's full appearance.

It's like an octopus magnified countless times, capturing a human body and giving it a human form.

The body was forcibly sculpted into a human form in extremely disproportionate proportions, with dark purple tentacles protruding from various parts of the body.

The head is swollen, and on the top of the head, regardless of whether it is front or back, it is covered with irregular eyes.

These eyes were fixed on the gray dog ​​in front of it.

However, those eyes facing the undead dared not look directly at them, turning their gazes away, and one could vaguely see their pupils vibrating.

As the flames burned, these eyes gradually melted away, turning into a pool of meaningless, thick liquid that seemed to flow down the floor into rivers.

But the flames continued to burn along the thick water. Even underwater, they were determined to kill it completely.

When Greyhound saw the monster, his heart skipped a beat; he felt as if something had suddenly smashed into his head.

Then, strange whispers appeared in his ear.

"!@#JPY%……&JPY#, therefore @!#JPY%……JPY#"

At first, Greyhound couldn't understand the meaning behind the sound at all.

Just two or three seconds later, he was surprised to find that he was beginning to understand the meaning behind these words, and his brain automatically began to analyze what they said.

But this process was forcibly interrupted by another hand.

As the Undead's hand landed on Greyhound's shoulder, the whisper in his ear suddenly let out a piercing scream, completely waking Greyhound from his reverie of understanding the meaning of the words.

"fine?"

Before him was the silver mask on the face of the immortal, and the blue light blade in his right hand that had not yet dissipated.

Greyhound took a few quick breaths to suppress the panic and trembling in his heart.

His pale face was quickly restored, and he shook his head.

"It's alright, it's alright... What the hell was that thing?!"

It's no wonder the greyhound was so excited; this strange creature is so incomprehensible that just seeing it makes its existence incomprehensible.

The Greyhound is quite strong, able to react and retaliate in such a short time.

But even he couldn't resist the impact on his mind.

That looks so weird.

"I can't say."

The immortal released his hand, unable to fully explain what it was.

He could indeed smell the familiar abyssal scent on this monster. But its appearance was also somewhat similar to that of the Sea Spirit the Undead had encountered before.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was a creation of the abyss or Hai Si had been tainted by the abyss's aura.

So, what exactly is hidden here?

Growing increasingly curious, the Undead, after confirming that Greyhound was alright, strode forward and continued walking towards the innermost part of the area.

When Greyhound saw the Undead continue walking forward, he quickly chased after him.

"Damn it, wait for me!"

277. Activating Humanity

The passageway wasn't far; after walking only a few hundred meters, the two encountered a corner.

A bright light can be faintly seen just around the corner.

The light in the darkness made both of them perk up.

After killing the monster, Greyhound went into a dazed state for a while.

His mind was a complete mess; he had no idea what he was doing or thinking. It wasn't until he walked for a while that he came to his senses.

He shook his head and asked the undead.

"How did you do that? How can you possess two Originium Arts at the same time?"

"This is not Originium Arts."

"The immortal said as he walked."

"This is magic and incantation."

"But I didn't see any activation conditions you had! And I didn't see you take out your staff either."

Greyhound seemed very interested in the Undead's magic. He looked the Undead up and down and didn't see any Originium-related accessories in his clothing.

"Could it be that you are infected?"

"I'm not."

Even the Undead didn't know how to explain it to Greyhound so that he could understand quickly.

Based on his experience, many people assume that those who don't die are infected, and very rare ones at that, including infected individuals who possess multiple Originium Arts.

Because most people cannot understand the magic and spells spoken of by the undead, or what miracles really are.

Greyhound was no exception; he indeed treated everything the Undead used as Originium Arts.

"How is that possible? You don't have a staff, and you're not an infected person. How could you possibly cast Originium spells and Originium Arts without a medium?"

Greyhound was completely baffled, but the Undead's pace was getting faster and faster, so fast that Greyhound had to jog to catch up with him.

Why are you walking so fast? Is there something ahead?

"I can already smell them."

As the road progressed, the stench emanating from the Undead's nostrils grew increasingly intense, almost suffocating him in the deep sea surrounded by an abyss, forcing him to gasp for breath.

Moreover, as the undead man advanced, his body temperature gradually rose, and soon, fiery red patterns could be seen spreading from his chest on his clothes.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Greyhound saw the fiery red patterns that flickered like breathing, and was about to ask the Undead if he could learn this move when he realized that the two of them had already reached the end of the tunnel.

The immortals had long been drawn to something in the end of the space that was constantly emitting a dark light in the air.

It was like a surging mass of darkness, even with bright white lights overhead. But when this black mass wriggled in the air, even the light was sucked in.

Around that surging darkness lay a pile of withered corpses, each with a different shape and no resemblance to human.

In their line of sight, the central hall, which should have been brightly lit, felt neither warm nor bright, only oppressive and terrifying.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Greyhound shuddered. The moment he saw the thing, he felt as if his eyes were drawn to it and he couldn't look away. And at that moment, he seemed to hear that chanting, whispering voice again.

However, the spot where the Undead had just touched his shoulder felt a surge of heat circulating through his body, instantly dispelling all discomfort.

However, the Undead still glanced back at the Greyhound.

"No, don't look at that thing."

"it is good."

The greyhound was very obedient; it lowered its head and looked only at its feet, refusing to look at the floating darkness.

"So, can you tell me what this is?"

"How do you feel?"

The Undead did not answer Greyhound's question directly, but instead turned back to look at the darkness and asked.

"Fear, panic, or desire?"

"To be honest, yes, both..."

Greyhound was taken aback. The Undead had explained his situation very clearly, without him needing to explain further.

"I don't know why, but I really want to reach out and touch it, to possess it. But my intuition tells me that it could be life-threatening for me."

With just one glance, Greyhound couldn't suppress his instincts. If it weren't for the Undead's help, he would have already lost himself in his confusion, trying to approach and touch that thing.

The Undead nodded; he did indeed have the same feeling.

"So, this is very dangerous."

"Tell me, what is that?!"

"It's human nature."

The immortal took a step forward.

"Yes, revitalization, humanity."

The revitalization of humanity is something that can only occur in places where the abyss gathers.

The essence of human nature includes human rationality, intellect, and everything that can control oneself and manage thought.

Although it is called humanity, it does not mean that only humans possess humanity.

Some mutated monsters, or those created through soul fusion, can also possess human-like qualities.