Ark Undead

"So this time, your goal isn't to completely close the passage from the abyss?"

Patch was a little confused.

"I thought you were going to increase the power of the World Barrier and completely eradicate the Abyss from Terra."

"That's impossible."

Kal'tsit shook her head with some regret.

"It's less about increasing power and more about dealing with Haisi's problem."

"Because Hai Si is now standing on the other side of the abyss, we cannot sit idly by."

"Nobody wants Terra to become like it was in the Deep Sea era."

Even the immortals nodded in agreement.

If he truly believes the abyss is utter garbage.

So he wouldn't go looking for old man Gale before the first fire went out.

They certainly wouldn't stand idly by and watch the first flame go out, allowing the deep-sea era to begin.

Similarly, he wouldn't give the dark soul blood from Gale's body to the last little painter so she could use it to create a brand new painting.

Because Manus, the Lord of the Abyss, was the original vessel of the Dark Soul, and the blood of the Dark Soul is filled with countless aspects of humanity.

Although the dead cannot speak, that does not mean that his own thoughts will remain unchanged.

He has experienced too much and witnessed too many tragedies.

That is why we cherish the warmth of the flame and yearn for the beauty of humanity.

Fire has two sides.

The immortal said this.

Along with this sentence came the image of a staircase that descended sharply after climbing the high slope.

At the far end of everyone's sight, a huge stone tablet almost completely filled the field of vision.

A soft white light emanated from the stone. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't a single, solid white stone, but rather a surface covered with countless luminous white dots.

If you are skilled enough to see further and more clearly, you will discover that those white dots are composed of individual characters.

At the base of that huge rock, there was a dim, yellowish light.

That was the initial fire used to activate the wedge-shaped stone tablet.

Beneath the initial flame lay a thick darkness.

The darkness bypassed the light of the First Flame and extended onto the wedge-shaped stele, taking root on its surface.

In the entire silent Agor, it seemed that only that one area remained alive.

A ripple, like a heartbeat, spread through the endless silence.

This is the core area of ​​Agor.

World barriers.

Only at this moment did the immortal slowly utter the second half of the sentence, as everyone was still in shock at the enormous stone tablet.

"The abyss lies hidden beneath the shadow of fire."

...

Pale red flames erupted from his fair palms, growing larger and expanding in the air of Agor, transforming from a small flame into a raging inferno that enveloped the plaza in front of the World Barrier.

The two men in black also opened their arms, stretching out their limbs, which had transformed into insect-like bodies, in front of the flames.

A thick, muddy darkness welled up from beneath their white robes, spreading out and engulfing the entire ground.

The mud was scorched by the high temperature of the flames. The substances in it resisted the high temperature of the flames while dying off the subsequent surge of flames, thus becoming a heat shield that propelled the dark abyss forward.

The first direct confrontation between fire and darkness was a close contest, with neither side able to gain the upper hand against the ever-growing silt of the abyss.

Behind the mud that completely obscured the flames, a ghostly blue light gradually changed color within the crimson fire.

Two enormous, crystal-blue spears, imbued with magical energy, tore through the massive wall of abyssal silt with unparalleled penetrability.

Soul Magic (Soul Gun)

Before the two men in black could react, the cloth covering their bodies was torn off.

Its large body, which had completely transformed into an insect carapace, was revealed.

There are also strangely changing human faces, and huge, disgusting black eyes on those faces.

And right there in that giant eye, they spoke in unison.

"Squeak... Spirit... Soul Magic!"

"Wrong."

Inside the sea of ​​fire, the woman dressed in a shrine maiden's robe and wearing a triangular shrine maiden's hat gently shook her head.

"It's crystallization magic."

Only then did the two men in black belatedly raise their massive heads, their beards swaying slightly above them.

Two glittering crystal orbs, under the cover of the sea of ​​fire, slowly floated to the top of their heads, and exploded the moment the two pardoners realized something was wrong.

Countless crystal-blue fragments scattered under the force of gravity, and then, bathed in a ghostly blue light, fell to the ground like shooting stars.

A strong magical aura descended upon the mud-covered ground, and from the mud, tiny, crystal-blue flowers sprouted.

Crystallization Magic (Crystallization Hailstorm)

When those crystal-blue flowers landed on the two pardoners, their already unstable soul structures shattered instantly.

As the crystals exploded, they distorted the surrounding matter, and a massive amount of souls tore everything apart in an instant.

Crystallization magic is a modified form of soul magic, using a more stable and controllable crystalline structure.

Its inventor, Big Hat Logan, was a renowned magic master during the Age of Fire.

Inspired by the white dragon Seath, he created crystal magic.

But what's puzzling is that research into crystallization magic has never gone smoothly.

A magician who can wield crystal magic fluently without losing his mind is undoubtedly a master of magic.

The two pardoners then realized just how powerful this woman was. She could use soul magic and crystal magic simultaneously without even detecting any trace of magic power gathering.

And so, amidst the wails of the two pardoners, the crystalline flowers that had formed on the mud around them shattered as the mud surged suddenly.

From the mud, countless insects, mixed with the dark, rampaging humanity, slowly rose.

Under the deliberate control of the absolutioner, while shielding himself from the crystallizing spells descending from above, he passed through the wall forged from flames at an extremely fast speed.

Their offspring rise from the deep sea to fulfill the mission abandoned by the twelve sons of the abyss.

Therefore, all flesh and blood can serve as food for the abyss.

However, right before their ideal food, the insects born from the black mud and the eerie aura were easily blocked by a clean, white hand.

“Although my fire magic is not as masterful as his other teacher’s, you should not humiliate me like this.”

The woman's tone carried a strange anger.

Those insects born from the darkness were transformed back into dark mud in that clean, white hand.

The silt, which was originally highly polluting, slipped through her hands without leaving a trace.

Instead, at her call, the black mud that had long since fallen returned to her palm.

The aura of darkness gradually extended outwards from the tiger's mouth, transforming into a massive black blade.

The two pardoners, who had been feeling the growing darkness following the flames, were secretly pleased that the woman who had put up a stubborn resistance had also fallen into darkness.

Unexpectedly, along with the black blade that cleaved through the flames, the witch's undisguised rebuke also struck the two of them.

"The soil from where I was born is trying to pollute my body."

"What other fools have emerged from the abyss over the years?"

This is a forbidden magic, based on the darkness of human nature, transformed into a deep, cold front.

Dark Arts (Dark Blade)

461. The Betrayal of the Abyss - Karula

Yes, that's right. The witch was born from the abyss, an ancient child of the abyss. Her existence can be traced back to Manus, the lord of the abyss during the Age of Fire. It was because of Manus's death that countless fragments of the Dark Soul scattered into the bodies of all the dwarves.

The larger fragments of the abyss manifested as their own children of the abyss, remaining in the world with the characteristics of the abyss.

They never knew their fate, only their origins.

Some people take pride in this, while others regard it as a humiliation in their lives, a misfortune, and the most shameful disaster.

The priestess before them was the latter.

Having witnessed the rise and fall of the Age of Fire, she came to a profound understanding of the reason for the birth of the Children of the Abyss.

It is the misfortunes of the world and the profundity of human nature that give rise to their growth; under such circumstances, all the suffering of the human heart becomes their nourishment.

But having witnessed so many tragedies, the priestess has lost the motivation to find meaning in her existence.

In her heart, she was filth itself. Even this mere physical body was an indelible stain of humiliation.

She tried to escape and hide, but in the end, in a filthy prison cell, she met the man who was willing to become her disciple. The man reached out his hand to her, hoping to get her help.

For reasons unknown, perhaps she was just bored, she accepted the little ashes' invitation and returned to Firelink Shrine, settling down in a dark roadside cave.

But at that time, she did not know that the man in front of her, the taciturn man who had almost never uttered a word, would become the last Lord of Cinder who would end the Age of Fire.

This journey was merely the end of his sprint across the entire Age of Fire.

“Squeak...@#JPY%……&%JPY#...”

Having narrowly dodged the dark, sharp blade, the two pardoners were at a loss, seeing that their proud power could not inflict the slightest damage on the witch.

They had no choice but to keep summoning strange beasts from their homeland from the deep mud.

In the mud that covered half the square, people kept getting up from the black mud.