Ark Undead

Nian looked at the immortal and pointed to the box in front of him.

"Among the mortals, I sensed the presence of one of my brothers and sisters, who was close to this demonic seed."

"Among our twelve brothers and sisters, perhaps one has inherited the ability to communicate with the abyss."

The immortal didn't speak, but simply watched Nian quietly.

To be honest, the fact that Nian knew so much made it difficult for the immortals to believe what he said.

The more you know, the easier it is to distort history.

Just like the truth that is constantly obscured by rumors and time in the Age of Fire.

If one can forget even the names of gods, what is there that cannot be forgotten?

Was what Nian said true or false?

Should I believe her or not?

285. Twelve individuals

After listening to what Nian had to say, the Undying Man remained silent for a long time, just sitting there, looking at Nian, his mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts.

Since no one is dying and no one speaks, people naturally start to panic.

After saying so much, why isn't anyone reacting at all?

She looked at the undead's helmet, at the two pupils in their sockets. Like lights in the darkness, they made her heart race with unease.

"You...you say something? What do you mean by not saying a word?"

The year was spent trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"Do you have any thoughts? I've said so much, all things you've forgotten. Aren't you... surprised?"

The immortal nodded.

"Very surprising."

Then he added another sentence.

"It's so surprising, so I'm skeptical."

Nian immediately understood what it meant to be immortal.

She blurted out everything she knew, and the Undead didn't believe her. Instead, their first reaction was to question whether Nian had ulterior motives and the veracity of her claims.

"No, brother. Why would I need to lie to you?"

Nian was a bit numb. Originally, she sought out Greyhound in order to get a chance to negotiate with the Undead.

When I first entered, I was almost burned to death. I told them everything I knew, and now they don't believe that no one died.

Moreover, Nian said these things not just to gain the trust of the immortals.

For her, the undead were a fear etched into her instincts, an insurmountable mountain.

Although her memories of that time have become blurred, the flames that blotted out the sky and the figure standing atop the mountain of divine corpses remain like a brand, deeply imprinted in the depths of her memory.

She knew that the person in front of her was someone she could not resist.

Even though he looks weak and powerless now, he is not even a tenth as strong as he was before.

But he is a king, an undisputed king.

"..."

The Undying Man pondered for a while longer, not because what Nian said was outrageous.

The main issue is that Nian's attitude is very suspicious.

I feel like she's being a little too familiar with me. It's like she's running up to me like a silly dog ​​seeing a good friend and talking to me all this time.

After saying that, she added that she had a favor to ask him if he could help her.

While Nian did provide the Undead with some information, it was still rather bizarre.

At least for now, the immortals cannot fully trust the year, but the year is indeed a breakthrough point.

"You need my help."

The Undead asked, wanting to know why Nian was trying to guide him to find her brothers and sisters.

"Correct."

He openly admitted his own thoughts.

“I do want to rely on your strength to find them. But I’m not simply using you. At least on this point, our interests are aligned. You can find the information you want to know, and I can achieve my goals.”

"Your goal."

The Undead realized he was missing some information.

What is your goal?

After saying all that, Nian has only been unilaterally narrating what the Undead should do next, proactively providing so many clues and information, yet she hasn't shared any of her own thoughts.

The words "year" were swallowed whole.

The main issue is that she herself isn't sure whether the Undead will take action immediately after hearing the news.

But for this king, speaking frankly might be a better choice than concealing it.

“We, these so-called fragments of divine beasts, each have our own lives after we split apart.”

That year, he chose a specific angle to approach the topic and began to speak slowly.

“As I told you before, I used to be able to communicate with the Abyss. Back then, we were a whole, and I don’t remember exactly what we were thinking. But I do remember that not long after the war against the gods ended, I started experiencing strange confusion.”

Nian said.

"They will intermittently lose their memories and lose control of their bodies. These states will persist until a period before they split into thirteen fragments, at which point they will completely erupt."

At this point, Nian looked at the immortals.

The immortal tilted his head.

"and then?"

Nian's eyelids drooped.

"And then? There was no then. You were still here then. You found me, gave me a brutal beating, and hung me on a mountaintop to burn for days and nights. From then on, as 'Sui,' I became thirteen fragments. Each fragment possesses its own independent powers and consciousness."

"What I control is the power called smelting, which allows me to forge everything with fire and metal, and from this I have also derived some fire power. Of course, it is definitely not enough in front of you."

"But what power we possess is not the point. The point is that after being divided into so many pieces, we have gone from being a whole to being twelve pieces."

"That's what I said seriously."

"When I first woke up, I found that I suddenly had two or three older brothers and an older sister. This was a very novel feeling for me, given that I already had most of my common sense."

"Over the past few thousand years, I have witnessed the evolution of the Great Yan Dynasty. At the beginning, I regarded myself as a god, but found it to be meaningless. Then I infiltrated the city-states of the Great Yan Dynasty and became an ordinary person troubled by the daily necessities of life."

"This is a very popular lifestyle among many of our brothers and sisters. Of course, there are also old-fashioned women who don't want to interact with outsiders."

"This means that each of us is different. We have moved beyond the concept of 'age' as a whole and become twelve independent individuals. Each of us possesses independent consciousness, intellect, and thought."

At this point, Nian couldn't help but pick up his wine glass and take a sip.

It seemed that these liquids, which contained very little alcohol, made her slightly tipsy.

“We all know that one day we will be united again, and at that time, something terrible will happen. We have no way of knowing exactly what it will be, we can only vaguely grasp some of the details.”

"Even those fragmented silhouettes from the future are chilling enough. And there are forces from the abyss mixed in with them. I want to try to stop such a future."

"However, not everyone thinks the same way as me. Some people simply don't care whether we can come together. From that point of view, I can't ask anything of them. After all, our thinking has changed fundamentally."

I often have nightmares.

These nightmares contained images that made her feel very uneasy.

Some figures appeared in the story; they were people who had crossed paths with her but gradually drifted away.

Even though that connection had ended, it was still a precious memory for her.

She didn't want to one day, when she looked back on these things, to think of a woman named Nian and her friend.

At that time, how would I, as a whole, view the lives of each independent intellectual fragment that had been experienced over the past thousands of years?

Moreover, in that prophetic dream, everything turned into a deathly black, and all she could recall was the boundless darkness and the loneliness that shut down all her senses.

As a human being, not a god, Nian loathed this feeling and wanted to stop it as much as possible.

However, relying solely on her own strength is still somewhat insufficient.

Therefore, she had to turn her attention to other people.

A person who has the ability to sever all preordained things.

"I want to ask you for help, firstly because although I don't remember what you look like or what your personality is like, I do remember that we had some interaction and our relationship wasn't bad."

Nian pointed to his nose.

"If I can smell the abyss, I can naturally smell your scent as well."

“I went to find Greyhound, intending only to contact Rhodes Island and see if we could develop a new relationship that could help me. But I never expected to smell your scent on him.”

"That's why I'll have Greyhound do things for me. This box is something I want to find and explore, and it's also something you'll definitely be interested in. So I'm saying, we're on the same page. You help me, I help myself, and in doing so, I help you."

There isn't much of an impression of immortals in the past.

But she still remembered those unforgettable things. She knew who the Undead was and what her relationship with him was. But she had forgotten what exactly happened between them back then.

Besides vividly remembering the golden flames burning on his body at the very end, Nian also remembered the undead's characteristic: he rarely spoke.

It's a similar feeling to the man in front of me right now.

How could such a figure have traversed endless time to appear in that dark and turbulent era?

After listening to what Nian said, the Undead Man slowly lowered his guard against him.

As Nian said, so far, what she's doing doesn't conflict with what the undead are doing. In fact, they can help each other.

The immortal nodded.

"Okay, I'll help you."