Ark Undead

Amidst a burst of lightning and a series of crackling sounds, a golden light surged from behind the Imperial Guards.

The imperial guard was exchanging blows with the demon when he sensed the threat behind him. By the time he tried to turn around and dodge, it was too late.

Goosebumps rose on every inch of his skin as the sound drew ever closer.

Finally, a golden light appeared in the corner of his eye, brushed against his temples, and pierced the belly of the tree-like monster in front of him.

In an instant, a great light shone forth.

The branches shrouded in black mist crumbled inch by inch, and the abyssal aura fled in all directions as if it had seen its natural enemy, only to be captured by the armor and beast masks on the Imperial Guards. After being digested, the aura was used to replenish the Imperial Guards' physical strength and power.

Feeling his strength suddenly increase slightly, the young imperial guard hadn't even reacted when he instinctively turned around and saw a figure wearing old-fashioned black armor.

His armor was engraved with patterns resembling lava, and flames that burned his eyes ignited from the sword.

The firelight ignited long-dormant memories within this Imperial Guard. As if by instinct, stories from the legends of the Great Yan Dynasty, stories that had captivated countless people, surfaced in his mind.

"It can burn the sky and boil the sea, and its scorching flames can travel thousands of miles without harming the people. Demons and monsters will all turn to ashes and disappear."

"A world-shaking arrow, lightning flashed like a shooting star and shot down the gods, shattering the shackles of a thousand years in a single day."

303. Until Fate

The fleeting flash of lightning went unnoticed by the other Imperial Guards.

On such a battlefield, the slightest carelessness could mean certain death, so how could one possibly have the chance to check on the areas their comrades were responsible for?

Moreover, since they were all members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they naturally had a clear understanding of each other's strength.

But the Imperial Guard who received help from the immortals was different.

When he saw the armor, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

Just as he was about to shout, he saw that fiery, leaping figure flash past him and instantly appear in front of him, raising the greatsword in his hand.

The Imperial Guard was still in a daze, even the beast mask on his face began to blur, as if his uniform could sense his turbulent emotions.

The simple, unadorned greatsword thrust towards the face of the Imperial Guard, slicing past his head and plunging deep into the throat of a beast-like monster. The flames spreading across the sword instantly incinerated the body made of abyss flesh.

The sword was spotless, and the raging flames subsided slightly. Only then did the Undying look down at the Imperial Guard kneeling before him.

"How do you feel?"

The immortal reached out a hand to pull the Imperial Guard up.

The child, bewildered, reached out and collided with the immortal's gauntlet.

In stark contrast, despite the undead's lava-like patterns, his gauntlets remained ice-cold.

The coldness penetrated the Imperial Guard's gauntlets, reaching his skin and flowing down his arm to his mind.

The restless beast mask seemed to have received some help. Originally, the beast mask, which was also somewhat unstable due to absorbing the abyss's aura, slowly reformed and returned to its imposing and dignified appearance.

The Jinyiwei himself felt it even more deeply; he felt that the faint, intermittent roars of demons from his alarm clock disappeared the moment he came into contact with the undead.

"Holy crap..."

The Imperial Guard was still somewhat dazed, unaware that all the strange phenomena on his body had disappeared. He simply stood up using the strength of the immortal, his mind filled with thoughts.

Holy crap, I ran into him!

"What kind of grass?"

The Undead frowned; he couldn't quite understand what the child was saying.

"No, no! I'm fine, I'm fine!"

The young imperial guard only realized he had been distracted on the important battlefield when he heard the voice of the immortal.

But what can we do? That's a divine general!

The Undead stared intently at the beast mask on his face. When he last contacted the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they couldn't see it clearly because they were in a sealed state. Now he finally understood how the beast mask worked.

The black aura from the blade slowly moved upwards along the armor on the right arm. The abyssal aura temporarily stored on the blade was gradually transformed into the power of the Imperial Guard by the white aura as the armor weakened the aura.

This operational method allowed the Embroidered Uniform Guards to recover their strength even during fierce battles.

Therefore, the more the Embroidered Uniform Guards fought, the more bloodthirsty and powerful they became.

To sustain war through war, and to wage bloody battles on all sides.

In other words, the beast mask that serves as the armor is actually a converter, capable of transforming the abyssal energy into power usable by ordinary people.

This is somewhat similar to the pattern of the First Flame burning the Abyss and using it as firewood.

To confirm his suspicions, the young imperial guard instinctively asked a question.

"You are God..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the immortal walk past him.

"Not bad."

The immortal nodded slightly, both acknowledging and praising him, and then immediately walked forward in the direction of the Imperial Guards.

In his hands, the greatsword moved with the same agility as an ordinary longsword, yet it was unstoppable.

The demonic attacks that the Imperial Guards had to fight off were like a wall made of flour in front of him, which would be blown away with a gentle breath.

With a leisurely stroll, the Undying could kill ten people with a single step, and in the blink of an eye, he had walked several meters forward.

Upon hearing the praise from the Undying Man, the young Imperial Guard immediately broke out in goosebumps.

He immediately followed the Undead, rushing towards the center with him, wishing he were the Undead's greatsword, held in his hand, to help him kill the enemy.

The Imperial Guards in other positions didn't react at first. It wasn't until they noticed the number of demons surrounding them was decreasing, and near the entrance to the Red Dust Inn, faint lights began to appear in the darkness, that they realized what was happening.

Just as he was wondering which brother was so brave, he saw the Imperial Guard following behind a suit of fiery armor.

Only then did they realize that it wasn't their own brother, but that important person.

As a result, the soldiers wielded their broadswords with even greater ferocity. With the pressure suddenly reduced, all the Imperial Guards chose to continue pressing forward so that they could catch up with the figure strolling leisurely among the demons.

After the Undead joined the battle, within just one minute, everyone's defensive line advanced to within a dozen meters of the entrance to the Red Dust Inn.

The demons, sensing an instinctive fear, retreated uncontrollably.

The chaotic horde of demons was forced to shrink back into the building by the pressure of the crowd.

Sixteen Imperial Guards stood behind the Undead, completely surrounding the main gate.

Inside the main gate was a vast expanse of abyssal people.

The immortal stood in the middle, stopped, and raised his right hand.

Right beneath the neon lights of the main entrance to the Red Dust Inn, a cluster of golden flames burned quietly in his palm.

Although the flame was small, it attracted everyone's attention.

That is a power that only a king can possess, and it is also the dawn that burns away the darkness.

At this moment, the Imperial Guards were completely certain of the identity of the warrior in front of them. The Undead turned around and glanced at the sixteen Imperial Guards. The Imperial Guards subconsciously tightened their grip on their long swords, their eyes filled with excitement, their breathing became rapid, and they wished they could shout it out loud.

The legendary heroes, the myths passed down from generation to generation, are right before my eyes.

Moreover, I was fortunate enough to fight alongside the God General, an experience I never dared to dream of before.

The Undead have seen these monsters before.

That happened before he went to the Initial Forge, after he met Gale, and when he went to the Ringed City to obtain the Blood of Dark Souls.

The city, already corrupted and tainted by the abyss, was covered in a thick, viscous swamp. And within that swamp, a persuader from the abyss whispered, while a knight shrouded in black mist stood bewildered, wielding a great curved sword in the deep swamp.

The lobbyist had the face of an old man, but his body was like that of a locust.

They lure otherwise normal people, causing them to abandon reason and embrace darkness. They attribute the root of everything to the protagonist's own foolishness and ignorance in the stories they tell.

From them, the Undead even heard tales of people they knew. Without careful consideration, one might even find their stories quite plausible.

Some of these lobbyist insects, however, have lost control of their own minds. They have forgotten their primary duty as lobbyists of the abyss, indulging their appetites and becoming addicted to plundering lives and souls.

The appearance of lobbyists indicates the presence of a turbulent abyss, which is being poured outwards.

This is something that no living person would allow to happen.

Once the abyss takes shape, this place will become a true dead city, another base for the abyss's spread.

The Undead suddenly clenched his right hand, and the flames in his hand exploded from between his fingers like a bursting balloon.

A spark can be blown up by the wind and quickly turn into a raging inferno that engulfs thousands.

The moment it crossed the doorway and touched the demon's body, it used that body, born from the abyss, as firewood, plundering and burning it.

This is an endless war, an abyss of no return, and flames that can burn away all darkness; they have been irreconcilable enemies since their inception.

The demons in the room were wiped away as if by an eraser. Once touched by the flames, they were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The darkness surging in the abyss is the same; it wants to escape, but there is nowhere to run.

This scene, however, truly stirred the hearts and minds of the Imperial Guards.

The flames slowly dissipated, and the lobby on the first floor was as if no demons had ever existed.

Not even ashes remained; everything was used as fuel by the flames and melted into part of the fire.

The flame slowly shrank, eventually returning to the undead's hand, turning into a tiny wisp of fire, before disappearing quietly.

In the blink of an eye, the demons scattered; the scene was truly breathtaking.

Since the immortals didn't move, the Imperial Guards didn't dare to move.

Only when the undead spoke did they instinctively twitch their heads and listen carefully to what the undead had to say.

"Go upstairs."

"promise!"

After saying that, the immortal went to the stairwell, drew his sword, and went underground.

The Imperial Guards responded in unison, their voices trembling with excitement.

After taking several breaths, I gradually calmed down.

"This is the power of a divine general."

The leader of the Imperial Guards sighed softly, his words tinged with a unique mix of envy and pride.