Ark Undead

As idols in the hearts of the people of Da Yan, the gods are not high above the gods, but rather as part of their ancestors, worshipped and admired.

When the immortals actually stood before them, recreating the scenes from the myths, they felt not only awe but also a profound sense of pride.

Look! This is our Great Yan's divine general!

"Having come to Shangshu this time, I can die without regrets..."

An old Jinyiwei officer, who had served for almost ten years, shook his head with a sigh.

When I get old, I'll be surrounded by my children and grandchildren telling me stories, and I'll have plenty to tell.

"Let's go upstairs and clean up the mess!"

The Imperial Guards set off again, searching the entire building along several stairwells.

Underground, the absolutioner continued to whisper.

The mere presence of the demonic seed is not enough to open the path to the abyss; a corresponding anchoring method is required to open the passage.

The absolution master himself is essentially this anchor point.

Around him, the lobbyists stared blankly at the portal, while the rooted Harland warriors, shrouded in black mist, stood with their swords drawn.

Once the absolutioner completes this spell, the portal will be permanently anchored; however, it will still take some time.

But the commotion and screams upstairs quickly subsided, and the absolutist didn't take it to heart.

Humans are no match for the tides of the abyss. The first batch of abyssal inhabitants must have already rushed out and begun to enjoy their feast.

Just then, a figure slowly walked down the stairs, his right hand gripping a greatsword that hung to the ground, sparks flying from the tip. The unbearable sound rang in the ears of the absolutionist, causing him to turn around involuntarily.

"It's really unexpected that someone could come here."

There was a hint of surprise in his words, but he didn't take it to heart.

They already knew about the situation in Da Yan. This time, they sent W secretly with the demon seeds to use their overwhelming numerical advantage to drag Shang Shu into the abyss as much as possible.

Even if it provokes those Celestial Masters to take action, it will still severely injure them, leaving them with no energy to look at the battlefields outside of the Great Yan for at least a few years.

But when he noticed the lava-like patterns on the undead's body and the flames slowly rising along the tip of the sword, the pardoner suddenly remembered the king's instructions.

The Harland Knights raised their greatswords and charged toward the undead.

The persuaders also conjured magical branches in their hands, like tree twigs, intending to pierce through the newcomer completely.

However, this numerical advantage did not bring the absolution master even the slightest sense of security.

The bones hidden beneath the black robe began to ache faintly, and the burning pain throughout his body made his teeth chatter.

But he couldn't utter a single word. Overwhelmed by fear, he instinctively turned around, intending to follow the portal back to where he came from.

So he reached out and gripped the crystal W had given him, wanting to touch the portal.

Right behind him, a warm flame slowly ignited in the dimly lit underground warehouse.

boom!

The loud explosion startled Hadley from his reverie.

The noise almost deafened Hadley, made him dizzy, and caused him to lose his balance.

After a while, Hadley stood up from his chair, went to the window, and drew back the curtains.

A group of guards ran past outside the curtains, shouting. People who were resting were awakened by the noise and jumped out of bed in a daze.

The ground was still shaking. Not knowing what had happened, Hedley had no choice but to leave his house and go out onto the street for his safety.

But as soon as he stepped outside, he immediately smelled a burning odor in the air.

The street in front of him seemed to be illuminated by something, turning an eerie red.

Realizing the firelight was coming from behind him, Hadley turned around and looked up at the sky.

His pupils shrank to almost a point, and his mouth opened unconsciously.

"My God..."

The flames rising from the ground resembled a giant pillar, connecting the earth and the sky.

Even the sky was set ablaze, turning it into daylight, and the clouds, illuminated by the crimson flames, became part of the fire.

The flames that actually rose into the sky gradually condensed into a crimson sun, illuminating the entire territory of Kazdel.

Tonight, no one in Kazdel will be able to sleep.

Because that light that illuminated everything continued to burn until dawn.

303. Until dawn

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.