Ark Undead

However, the only drawback is that the hero's body is now broken and can no longer serve as a puppet of the abyss to attack his former companions.

In just a moment, the body deflated, turning into dry skin, before being pulverized by the surging waves of the abyss.

The knight gritted his teeth, his raging anger almost materializing.

He longed to tear these filthy embodiments to shreds, to rip their flesh off inch by inch with his teeth, in order to vent his inner rage.

But what's the point?

The knight turned around, blocked the attack of the abyss warrior from the side, plunged his longsword into the warrior's head, and then took two steps back.

As that soldier said, there was no hope in this war.

It has been like this since they came.

Of the twelve heroes, eleven have perished, leaving only the last old knight clinging to life on the battlefield.

The sacred object that protected Minos was targeted by the abyss, which sought to drag it down with the tide of sin.

But these once-admired heroes could not stop its fall.

Such powerlessness... such weakness...

In a corner where no one was watching, an insect poked its head out of the abyss.

It looked around, finally locked onto its target, and extended its claws.

However, the knight was unaware of the impending danger.

The deep blue light manifested from the abyss formed withered branches between its claws, reaching towards his vulnerable head.

boom!

The sudden loud noise exploded beside the knight, pulling him back to reality from his daze.

The knight instinctively turned his head to look.

On the surging, abyssal waves of yellow sand, a broken greatsword pierced the insect that tried to ambush him, impaling it firmly in the ground.

Amidst the chilling sounds of chewing, he saw the owner of the greatsword.

The first thing the knight saw was a red cloak that even the yellow sand could not conceal.

The cloak was already dull, like dirty blood.

However, the knight, lying on the ground and concealed by his red hood, tore off the insect's core with his mouth.

Just as he devoured everything in the abyss, he used the same methods to give the filthy the same fate.

With the crunching sound of teeth chewing, the originally dull red cloak seemed to come alive.

As the battle stirred up a gust of wind, the cloak became even more conspicuous, with a dim red light swirling around it, stretching it infinitely.

After finishing his feast, the knight who devoured the abyss slowly raised his head.

His red pointed hat obscured his eyes, revealing only the beard on his chin and the deep marks of the abyss that had dyed his entire beard black.

"Ha... Abyss... Darkness... Blood of Darkness..."

The knight, more like the abyss than the abyss itself, stepped on the insect's body, pulled the broken greatsword from its flesh, and aimed at the next enemy.

Then its massive body hurtled out like a meteorite, as if it were using its own body as an arrow, sacrificing itself without hesitation.

Then, with a deafening crash, the broken greatsword plunged deep into the heart of Knight Harland.

One hit and you're dead!

Right beside the knight, another warrior burst out from the dense swarm of insects.

He held a heavy shield, and on his twisted head, curved horns stretched towards the sky.

He is the legendary ogre warrior, the last Wendigo.

Beneath his colossal beast skull mask, crimson eyes lit up for a fleeting moment.

The crimson shockwave spread outwards, blasting away the lobbying insects that tried to climb onto his body.

The power manifested by the cannibalistic ritual ruthlessly plunders the lives of the creatures created in the abyss beside it.

He was a warrior who trampled the abyss underfoot, so how could these insects from the abyss possibly be his enemy?

The giant spear in his hand transformed into Gungnir, capable of piercing through everything.

He pulled it back, threw it out suddenly, and pierced through an entire row of soldiers.

He then lifted his foot and stepped forward.

"Marching!"

One person is a fortress.

The old knight stared blankly at the two warriors who moved through the abyssal waves as if they were nothing.

Where did this come from?

New Heroic Spirits?

How come it looks... even more damn abyss than the abyss itself?

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

A hand lifted the knight up from under his arm.

"Although I've heard from Brother Suo that these two old men can be really crazy when they fight, this is going too far. But don't worry, they're on our side."

The old knight turned his head and saw a somewhat young face.

The man had an intricately engraved straight sword hanging at his waist, and the shield in his left hand was also engraved with the insignia of a high-ranking knight.

"Are you alright? What's your name?"

The young man's clear gaze reminded the old knight of his own youth.

Back then, he was just like that, with clear vision and the courage to face any enemy without fear.

“I...I am called Fleet.”

The old knight answered instinctively.

The young knight continued speaking.

"Wow, you guys are really amazing. You managed to hold on against all this disgusting stuff... Excuse me, just a minute."

Before the young man could finish speaking, he drew the long sword from his waist.

The Abyss Knight, arriving from the side, was caught in a momentary sliver of space by the young man's sword, which precisely pierced through the ripples in his hand, taking his life.

Before the young man could catch his breath, he saw even more knights charging towards him from the front.

"never mind."

The young man sighed, gripped the intricately engraved longsword of a fallen nobleman, and turned to speak.

"Let's talk after this war is over. Don't die, though."

Before he was about to rush out again, he seemed to realize something.

"Oh right, I forgot to mention."

The young man gave a resolute smile.

Just call me Oscar.

After saying that, he also threw himself into the surging waves.

The old knight, Fritt, stood there, somewhat bewildered.

What's going on with these people? Are the Terrans really that powerful now?

Before he could even react to what was happening, he caught a glimpse of the golden projection out of the corner of his eye.

Golden light enveloped his body, and a warm current surged into his heart, mending his broken body.

In the blink of an eye, the original wound disappeared. The power returned to his body.

"Cheer up, friends!"

A knight with a somewhat comical little sun painted on his breastplate raised his longsword high, and endless radiance emanated from his hand.

Miracle (Oath of Gold and Stone)

"This war is not over yet."

Meanwhile, across the entire front, many unknown heroic spirits emerged from the golden runes that suddenly appeared on the ground.

They shimmered with golden light as they threw themselves into the battle.

With the help of these brave and heroic spirits, the high wall was quickly stabilized.

There is even the possibility of pushing backwards.

They were like the rising sun, reaching out to the weary soldiers beside them, announcing their arrival to the world.

Fleet blinked, and for some reason, his eyes became slightly moist.

And right there on the horizon, which was originally linked by darkness.

Everyone saw a small ray of light rising from the boundless darkness.

It was a cluster of golden flames.

"Haven't you given up the fight yet? How long are you going to keep silent? Don't you know that those heroic spirits outside are dying one after another while you're silent?"

In the sacrificial site, the dark figure swayed from side to side.

There was a hint of impatience in his words, though he tried to hide it well. But the swaying filth around him betrayed his true feelings.

He had a bad feeling, a sense that something big was about to happen.

The woman before him showed no sign of giving up. Even knowing that this world would eventually be swallowed by the abyss, his patience was gradually wearing thin.

"You think silence will bring you victory? Don't be delusional! You're just running away. You should know that the war is over. You lost utterly. Now you want these fallen heroes to sacrifice for you? Is your behavior really as noble as you think?"

Realizing that his previous words could not sway the woman before him, the shadowy figure began to change tactics, using her pride to destroy her mind.

The woman seemed to be affected by those words; her body suddenly trembled.

The shadowy figure noticed her change and immediately continued speaking.