Ark Undead

The Undead are finding it hard to comprehend the current situation.

What's going on? Weren't they already dead?

Why is it able to appear here?

“I said I would be there when you needed me. Just like now, I heard the call, so I came. Even though that call wasn’t for you.”

Solal released the Undead and, seeing his bewildered expression, burst into laughter.

"Look at you, you clearly have the magnanimity of a king, yet you're still as foolish as ever."

It is indeed rare for an immortal to be in such a state; it shouldn't happen to him.

But this was indeed beyond the expectations of the immortals, and even he could not clear his mind for a moment.

"There's no time to go into the specifics. It's just that someone is using the power you left behind to call upon the heroic souls who remain here. We're only able to come out for a breath of fresh air thanks to someone else's help."

Solal pointed to the flames floating in the air behind the undead.

"Look, they're over there, waiting for you."

The Undead turned back in bewilderment and looked at the real fire over there.

Beneath the true fire, where the abyss had been completely burned, there were specks of light.

Moments later, it spread to the entire area surrounding the Demon Cave.

These tiny specks of dust, emitting bright light, are none other than the ashes of soldiers who were burned along with Li Qing, being pulled from the abyss towards the ideal shore.

But now, they flicker in the air, like lighthouses guiding souls back home.

The real fire in the air began to leap, as if in response to the call.

Thus, following in the footsteps of the Great Yan soldiers who had fought here for thousands of years, they returned together with the departed heroic souls of their ancestors.

Ancient armor, long sword, long spear, and animal mask.

One after another, the heroic souls who died defending their country over the past thirty-eight years have reappeared in the world along with this guiding light for souls.

All the people of Da Yan know that this is a war without end.

Therefore, when they resolved to become the shield protecting the people of Great Yan, they were already prepared to devote everything they had to this war.

Even the souls of the dead are unwilling to rest in peace.

They have returned from hell to finish what they left unfinished.

We will ensure that those filthy creatures who dare to disturb the Great Yan will never return.

The leading soldier removed his beast mask and looked at the undead in this direction.

The familiar face—wasn't it General Li Qing, who had just offered himself up in the fire?

At this moment, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and his strong muscles supported the armor tailored for him.

He slammed his spear down with great gusto, the end of the shaft wedged into the ground, and bowed to the Undead.

"Greetings, Divine General."

Therefore, along with him, countless soldiers standing around the entire Demon Cave bowed their heads to the Undead, paying homage to their hero.

"Greetings, Your Excellency General!"

They await their heroes, their ideals, to lead them to the battlefield they yearn for.

"This humble general, Li Qing, has come here with 30,000 troops on the southern expedition to answer the call. I am willing to go with the divine general!"

Thus, the 30,000-strong southern expeditionary force promised in the emperor's edict was ready.

Solal quietly took two steps back, gripping his longsword and shield tightly.

Knight Gale took the broken greatsword from his back and pointed it diagonally to his side.

Patriot's eyes flashed with fighting spirit as he raised his spear in his right hand and slammed his shield into the ground with his left.

The Undead gripped his greatsword tightly.

As the sword tip traces a mark on the ground, sparks ignite the blade.

The primordial fire, which originated from the same source as the true fire in the air, quietly spread across the sword's body.

He was crowned with fire and lightning, and he was destined to fight again and again, winning victory after victory.

Just like the war millions of years ago, he stood on high and fired the first arrow of war at the proud god.

"Gentlemen."

The Undead's voice was deep and resonant.

"Fight with me!"

The 30,000 soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

"promise!"

316. Go home

The flames gradually died down.

When the immortal looked back again, there was no one behind him.

This battle was not difficult; in fact, it was quite easy.

The main fighting force includes the nameless undead, the dragon-hunting knight Ornstein, the sun warrior Solaire, the Patriot, and the slave knight Gale. There are also 30,000 southern expeditionary soldiers who have returned from hell.

This fire-worshiping ceremony was definitely the deepest one they had ever entered in the Demon Cave.

Even so, the Undead were unable to enter the deepest part of the Demon Cave and close the cursed gate left by the gods.

Firstly, the abyssal aura that had been lingering in this place for millions of years was simply too dense. Even if the undead could manage to endure it little by little, the warriors behind him could not resist the increasingly intense abyssal aura.

Furthermore, the Undead's power had not yet recovered to its full strength. Under the suppression of the Abyss God's remaining power, his strength was insufficient to sustain the continued burning of his flames.

Fortunately, the abyssal aura becomes weaker the further it is from the divine mark.

Therefore, the First Flame left by the Undead in the upper level of the Demon Cave could play a suppressive role.

However, after they closed the three underground portals, only about 10,000 of the 30,000 Southern Expeditionary Army remained.

There were countless waves of demons, and each warrior had to face many times their number to fight their way to this place. Besides the fact that they were manifestations of the Primordial Flame, there were also several legendary warriors who shared the burden for them.

But after going deeper and closing several undetected portals, the soldiers could no longer maintain their physical bodies in the real world.

The golden body vanished, returning to the silent flames above.

After enjoying enough fighting, Solar and Gale bid farewell to the Undead and returned to the Primordial Flame within him.

Before leaving, Solar said to the Undead.

"Never think you're fighting alone. We're all watching, and we'll be there when you need us."

At this point, the help from the fallen heroes disappeared, leaving only a surviving force of less than a hundred people.

The undead walked back through the closed passage, eventually returning to the vicinity of the True Fire.

Onstan stared at the spear in his hand without speaking, while Nian and Ling were still reeling from the intense battle they had just fought.

Seeing the immortal return alone, the golden figures behind him also disappeared.

She couldn't help but ask.

"Where are...where are those warriors? Those warriors you summoned?"

"They've gone home."

The Undead gently touched his chest with his right hand, and he could feel the flames inside his body radiating warmth.

"Going home..."

She thought of the heroic phantom left behind in the first fire, and looked up at the real fire that had become bright again, exhaling a breath of stale air.

Now, she can probably understand some of what Ling said.

The 30,000-strong southern expeditionary force that returned from hell brought a great shock to Nian, so much so that she also felt her long-lost passion reignite, as if she had returned to her ancient memories of the magnificent battlefield where gods were slain.

Only Onstan stared at the undead for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything and silently put away the golden armor that his power had manifested.

The Undead noticed that Onstan seemed troubled, so he came to his side and asked.

What are you thinking about?

"..."

Onstan didn't want to ask, but since the Undead had shown concern for him, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He pursed his lips and asked.

"Those people...were from the Age of Fire..."

"Ah."

The Undead admitted that Ornstein's senses were still very sharp; Solal and Gale's attire clearly bore the characteristics of the Age of Fire, especially Gale, who was a slave knight.

Although his armor was so tattered that it was unrecognizable, the uniform and the broken executioner's greatsword in his hand allowed Ornstein to identify him.

“They are mine, my friends. They are the heroic souls that remain in the First Flame.”

There's nothing to hide between the Undead and Ornstein. They know each other inside and out, so it makes no difference whether they talk or not.

Onstan seemed a little agitated; he reached out and pressed down on the Undead's shoulder.

"Then... what about Your Majesty? And... and so on."

"Feel sorry."

The Undead shook his head; he had never heard Solal mention the existence of these people.

So far, those who left traces in the First Flame are all people the Undead have seen since their awakening.

As for Gwyn, whom Ornstein was concerned about, and his comrades, the Nameless King, the Firstborn Son of the Sun, there was truly no news of the Undead.

Solal had neither mentioned them nor seen them emerge from the flames.

In other words, neither of these two individuals has been present in the initial flame so far.

Onstan's eyes dimmed.