Ark Undead

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.

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.

I'm not feeling well, I'll resume updates tomorrow.

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304. Movement and stillness

When the flames died down, the people of Kazdel realized that it was already daytime.

The flames in the sky dissipated, revealing the clear sun that followed. And the air throughout Kazdel was once again filled with the fragrance of grass, trees, and earth.

What's puzzling is that such a huge and towering fire left no ashes or wisps of smoke.

Instead, it burned away the long-dormant dark clouds in the sky, and the sky, which was originally going to rain, became clear and sunny.

Hedley didn't sleep all night. For some reason, the flames made him feel that something big had happened, but he didn't know it yet.

I don't know if W knows about this, or if he needs to talk to W about it.

So, Hadley, who hadn't slept all night, sat up and wrote these things down bit by bit at the table.

Meanwhile, Ines, who was also hiding in Kazdel, took advantage of the chaos caused by the fire to escape from the royal city of Kazdel.

Having witnessed the true flames, Ines could only see the word "purity" amidst that monstrous catastrophe.

She already knew the answer in her heart; it must be that man.

Kazdel Royal Palace.

The man leaned against the eaves of the main hall inside the palace, gazing at the sky all night.

At first, he was trying to fall asleep when the explosion occurred. But after the explosion, he completely lost all sleepiness, and his body, which had been soaked in filth for a long time, began to tremble.

But after hiding on the bed for a long time, he finally heard the exclamations coming from outside the palace.

Then he realized that he was the king of Kazdel. So, suppressing his fear and helplessness, he went outside the palace and saw the raging flames.

When he saw the flames, he naturally understood what had happened.

The plan failed.

Judging by the time, W should have arrived in Da Yan by now, and that direction is one of the several breeding grounds I built within Kazdel.