Ark Undead

He was able to walk on the ground again thanks to her efforts.

She traversed time, traversed the remnants of generations, and pulled him from the depths of darkness.

How should he express his gratitude?

"Tie the fire..."

Before he could finish saying her name, her soft body bumped into him.

The immortal instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, about to say something.

It felt like my mask was being lifted, and my dry lips were being covered by soft lips.

She waited for an unknown amount of time, from the end of one generation to the beginning of another.

She could have met him again, but in order to create a world that could accommodate heroes, she was forced to close her heart once more.

Before we could even say goodbye, we parted ways again.

Waiting in this dark and hopeless world.

A surge of emotions immediately welled up in her heart when she saw her destined hero.

Unable to suppress it any longer, she used the most primal way to express her feelings to him.

The undead blinked, but dared not make a move.

Until the woman in front of him was completely satisfied, she leaned back and their lips parted.

"Lord Ashes."

It was still a gentle voice, those soft words, and just hearing them made the immortal's mind gradually relax.

Only her voice could have such magic.

"..."

The immortal didn't know what he should say at this moment.

After a long silence, the undead finally spoke, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

"As agreed, I won the Undying Arena."

The Fire Maiden looked up. Although her eyes were covered by an eyepatch, the Undead could feel her gaze fixed on him, unwilling to leave.

"I didn't, it's late...?"

The Fire Mistress reached out and gently pressed her hand to his lips, then wrapped her arms around the neck of the hero before her.

Like finely sculpted lips curving upwards, a smile of happiness spread across her face for the first time.

"Welcome back, Lord Ash."

No answer.

But that was the answer the immortals wanted most.

He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Yes, I'm back."

379. Two positions

The war is over.

The moment the source in the sacrificial site was set ablaze as firewood, the abyssal forces of the entire Heroic Spirit World dissolved rapidly, like snowflakes illuminated by the sun.

It is itself an anchor point reflecting the abyss onto the present world, especially in small worlds like the Heroic Spirit World.

Once the beacon is lost, the Abyss Nest can no longer be stably solidified in this location.

As the Abyss Nest gradually faded, the entire small world rapidly melted and returned to normal under the sweep of the First Flame.

The Spiral Sword returned to the hands of the destined hero, and the Undying Arena, born from the Spiral Sword, naturally returned to the embrace of the Primordial Flame.

Here, the heroic spirits who have fought for eternity have a chance to catch their breath. They will drink fine wine together in the world of the First Flame and share the fruits of victory.

"So, the war is over?"

Fleet watched as the Abyss Nest receded from the ground, and beneath his feet, the muddy ground turned into dry yellow sand.

It was like a dream. He was in dire straits, and even he had the will to die.

But a sudden influx of new heroic spirits saved the battle, and they witnessed the retreat of the malice known as the Abyss.

This experience was something he couldn't immediately accept.

"It's over for now, but only temporarily."

The knight named Oscar reached out to help the old knight up, and said.

"However, we still have a war with the abyss that we cannot avoid."

Flit nodded; he also felt that ending it like this wasn't quite right.

However, he had virtually no concept of the inescapable war that Oscar had mentioned.

A warrior clad in heavy plate armor emerged from behind Fleet, with a small, comical sun tattooed on his chest.

"That's not just your problem, it's all our problems. At least for now, you can get some rest."

"Hey, Brother Suo."

Oscar greeted the knight.

"Will all these friends here go back with us?"

Solal shook his head, his tone sounding somewhat regretful.

"Although that woman admirably used her power to envelop the Spiral Sword, preventing it from being worn down by time even after the First Flame had faded, the Spiral Sword itself was already extremely damaged. Most of the Heroic Spirits fighting inside only had their last moments of consciousness left."

"In other words, the Spiral Sword can only guarantee that their consciousness will not be lost in this war. But too many heroic spirits have been worn down in the long war, and their strength is no longer enough to support their return to the Primordial Flame."

Oscar nodded; he had anticipated this outcome. Otherwise, logically speaking, how could the Spiral Sword, a symbol of the First Flame, have been allowed to spread through the Abyss, even finding a loophole to attempt control?

"But if we look at it this way, there are several heroic spirits whose consciousness is still intact who are qualified to return to the Primordial Flame with us."

Solal reached out and patted the knight named Fritt on the shoulder.

"Take a good rest when you get back... Oh, I forgot to ask, do you like the snowfields?"

Fleet was taken aback; he hadn't expected to be asked this question at this moment.

After a moment's hesitation, Fleet nodded slightly.

"It's...it's alright. I think I'll like it."

Listening to their conversation, does that mean I'll go somewhere else?

What's going on? Is this the legendary Hall of Heroes? I've already died once.

"As long as you don't dislike it, that's fine. You'll be spending quite a while there from now on!"

Solal said with a smile.

Just as he was talking to Frit, Wendigo and the slave knight, who had originally planned to chase after the Abyss, dragged themselves back.

The dark soul fire on Gale's body gradually subsided, and his figure seemed to shrink, hunching over as he walked like an ordinary old man.

Patriots, as always, stood tall and refused to bend over.

"These things remind me of things."

Patriots say.

"That person has been fighting against these things?"

"Yes, from the past, to the present, and to the future. This is an endless war between him and the abyss."

Solal nodded.

The red light in Patriot's eyes gradually faded, and under the suppression of the Primordial Flame, he actually gained better control over his condition.

This also gradually made his thinking more active.

"So, what about him?"

"Inside."

Solal pointed to the sacrificial site behind him.

"He's probably talking to that lady... um... I can't say for sure."

"Miss?"

The patriot's tone rose noticeably, as if he were curious.

"With his personality, he would actually have a woman?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense! Although, although my brother is indeed a bit straightforward, this has nothing to do with him."

Oscar couldn't help but speak up when he heard Patriot's words.

"Back when the three of us were together, and his humanity was fully restored, he wasn't like this now. Back then, he truly had the makings of a hero. Perhaps it was that second trip, which none of us knew about, that made him more silent."

"I did not mean that."

Patriot's words were a bit strange. He glanced at the sacrificial site, then at Solar, and hesitated before speaking.

Solal sighed and shook his head at Patriot.

"Give up. I know you care about your daughter's marriage, but... ah. But we can't win, we can't win."

Even Gail just nodded in agreement.

The old man didn't seem to like speaking. He rarely spoke except when he was with his young master.

However, it is unusual for him to express his opinion at this moment.

"Young Miss, you have a very high opinion of that lady."

Patriot listened to the two men talking, and although he wanted to struggle a bit, he ultimately remained silent.

Even Gail said so, so let's just forget about it.

It can only be said that heroes from ancient times do indeed possess a unique charm.