Ark Undead

They had already shattered that so-called destiny once before.

From then on, fate, like the clown they spoke of, was only fit to stand by and anxiously curse.

"So heartwarming..."

The flames had already reached his neck and would completely engulf the old general in just a moment.

But he ignored the maddening pain.

A smile played on his lips as Li Qing spread out his insect-like arthropod arms, revealing everything about himself to the ever-burning, pure fire.

So the flames covered him, burned him, and carried the firewood he had brought, along with him, to the other side called the ideal.

That was the destination he had been waiting for.

With Li Qing's disappearance, the power brought by the firewood allowed the true fire that guarded this place to be fully restored.

The firestorm, condensed to its extreme, continues to compress within the flames.

Countless demons retreated in fear, screaming as they fled.

Even the viscous, dark depths of the Abyss Well rapidly decreased.

They could all sense the enormous amount of energy surging like a river within the once-dried-up flames.

But, it's too late.

The light illuminated everything in everyone's eyes, then transformed into dazzling gold, completely dominating their vision.

Then came a blinding white light and the incessant sound of exploding sparks echoing in my ears.

Thirty-eight years of long-cherished wish have come true.

Even after the storm that swept through the entire Demon Cave ended, many people were still recovering.

Ling stared blankly at the real fire burning silently in the air.

The true fire experienced an eruption, yet it still burned brilliantly, its dazzling light as if it had never dimmed.

The entire surface of the Demon Cave was as if it had been cleansed, with no more black energy or demons remaining.

All the filth was washed away in the flames and became nourishment for the fire to burn.

The familiar scent lingered in the flames.

Ling could clearly sense that, as "Sui," his ancient divine power had completely merged with the primordial fire left behind by the undead, becoming inseparable.

That is fire, the best wish for warriors fighting in the abyss.

After several minutes of shock, Onstan exhaled a breath of stale air and said with a mixture of admiration and praise.

"So beautiful..."

Yes, he had never seen such a scene before.

Is it recklessness or arrogance?

On that ancient battlefield where gods were slain, the figure shrouded in flames severed the gods from the abyss, shackled the mortal food they saw as their own.

And now, it is these mortals who, through their efforts generation after generation, and with the lives and wisdom of countless people, have in turn put shackles on the long-dead gods.

This is how the people of Great Yan fight against fate. Even in the millions of years after the immortals left, they never gave up their resistance.

It turns out that such beautiful things exist in this land called Terra.

Just seeing it is enough to make one tremble and lose control.

This is a reality that even the great powers of the Age of Fire could not achieve.

Lothric, the so-called land that calls itself the Land of the Firelinker, even had its two princes betray the path of linking the fire.

But this nation of mortals was able to accomplish such a great feat.

Even Onstan had to applaud in admiration.

"Go in peace."

Even now, people are deeply moved by the grandeur of this fire-worshiping ceremony.

Looking back at myself, my so-called resistance against fate seems so helpless and ridiculous in comparison to their efforts.

Humans taught the gods a lesson.

It is precisely to confront one's own desires and everything about oneself. Even in the face of suffering, one never bows one's head, but uses one's fists to shatter that ridiculous fate.

Tears welled up in Chen's eyes, even though she had grown up in Lungmen and studied in Victoria.

But the bloodline of the Great Yan Dynasty in his bones cannot be replaced.

This is my hometown, the great cause accomplished by my comrades.

Even the immortal remained silent for a long time, only letting out a sigh.

He lowered his hand, which had been absorbing the flames.

This is the effort of ordinary people, a defense line forged by their souls.

If he were to ruthlessly take everything away from them, wouldn't that negate all their efforts so far?

These mortals, in their own way, gave a satisfactory answer to the divine general who helped them break free of their shackles.

Thus, if the immortals accept this method of linking the fire, they will not face a hopeless end.

"Alright, the ceremony is over..."

She took a deep breath. Although she was still somewhat immersed in the shock of what had just happened, she had to face reality.

"Currently, there are three more observed passages in the road below the cave entrance, which we still need to address."

Onstan snapped out of his daze and gripped his spear tightly.

"However, the next step should be..."

"Yes, and also, the abyss."

The Undead did indeed sense the remaining abyssal energy below the cave entrance.

How could an abyss accumulated over millions of years be eliminated by a single eruption? At most, it will erase some of the influence of the past thirty-eight years. There are still three passages, and countless demons are waiting for them to walk into the trap.

He looked back and saw that during the fire-worshiping ceremony, the demons' attacks had become even more frenzied.

Now, including Chen, there are only eight Jinyiwei left.

Of the soldiers from the Southern Expeditionary Army that were brought in, only about a hundred remained.

But everyone's eyes were resolute, and the atmosphere in the air was solemn.

They were already prepared to die, how could they give up halfway?

Moreover, the generals he had followed all his life had just realized their lifelong ideals, so how could he ask them to retreat even half a step in the face of those flames?

Coming to their senses, the undead were unable to speak, their words of urging them to retreat remaining locked in their throats.

"Let's go."

Ling tugged at the hem of the immortal's clothes.

She herself had served as a sergeant in the army, so how could she not know what these sergeants were thinking?

The Undead nodded, about to lead the remaining soldiers to their doom.

But at that moment, the Undead felt a long-lost heat emanating from their armor.

He stopped and reached into his armor to pull out the scalding hot object.

Upon raising his hand, he discovered it was a token engraved with flame patterns.

The Undying Man remembered that this was the token that the Old Celestial Master had Chen give him to show that the Undying Man was the instructor of the Southern Expeditionary Army.

But this token seemed to be melting at this moment, radiating a high temperature that could burn the skin, and became extremely hot in the hands of the immortal.

Just as the immortal was wondering what was going on, he heard a cry of surprise.

Just as the immortal was about to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Isn't this scene truly breathtaking?"

The immortal's body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.

Then he saw the sun in his heart.

"I didn't know you'd done something like that before. Looks like you woke up pretty early. Are you satisfied with the answers these people gave you?"

It was a simple suit of armor, with even a somewhat comical sun emblem on the chest.

"So...Solar."

The Undead's voice was hoarse, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What? Your voice sounds a bit affected. Didn't I already say we'd meet again?"

That was the figure enveloped in golden light, and beneath that helmet, which was as solid as an iron barrel, came a deep, reassuring voice.

"But...aren't you?"

The Undead still couldn't be sure; he never thought he would see Solar again.

Since their parting in Qazimir, the Undead believed that Solaire had used his last strength to awaken the First Flame, while he himself had dissipated as a spark.

"At that time, I was indeed unable to solidify in the mortal world because I had lost my power, but it's not like I've lost it all, so don't panic."

Solal opened his arms and embraced the Undead, slapping him hard twice on the back.

“It’s not just me, there are two others you’ve met before.”

Just as the immortal was at a loss for words, two more voices appeared from the side.

Those were two imposing figures, relying on the clear flames of this place, and the wishes of millions, who had obtained the ticket to return to the present world.

"Lord Ash, I extend my greetings to you on behalf of Miss."

One of them, his bones twisted and his spirit clouded, still gripped the broken greatsword tightly, entrusting the hope of the future to the undead at the end of the world.

"Mr. War Knight, we meet again."

The other dedicated half his life to his country, while he himself was eternally imprisoned in armor, battling the abyss of beings who sought to corrupt him. Finally, he resolutely faced death on the path to realizing his ideals.

“Gail…and Patriot?”