Ark Undead

Their eyes held no trace of human form; born from the abyss, they were destined to remain merely part of the abyss's cycle.

Countless insects and gluttons greedily opened their mouths, breathing in the air from the mortal world.

This is the authority bestowed upon them by their master.

Despite the Abyss Nest having been destroyed once, it still gained the ability to call for reinforcements from the Abyss Nest with its master's permission.

This is a plan that cannot be interrupted, and it is the only way for them to make amends for past mistakes.

Whether in Da Yan or Ursus, the plans that were originally intended to be carried out were all ruined by a mysterious figure.

The king's allies were dying one after another, or losing contact with him. Even though the king remained silent and did not blame them, they understood. If they did not produce some achievements sufficient to atone for their sins, what awaited them was to be reduced to nourishment for the deep sea in the silt of the abyss.

In the midst of the silent chaos, the overwhelming swarm of insects charged toward the wall forged from flames.

Amidst a dense crackling sound, some insects and gluttons began to burn and dissolve upon contact with the flames, turning into charcoal the moment they came into contact with them.

This is the purest form of restraint that fire can exert on the abyss. They have no choice but to advance little by little, forming walls of flesh and blood.

The priestess knew, of course, that these reptiles that crawled out of the abyss's silt were utterly powerless against her wall of fire.

But as she said, she was not as skilled in using fire magic as her clumsy apprentice's other teacher.

In the eyes of these guys, there is no concept of life and death, and therefore no fear.

The remains of these abyssal beasts will become shields in the hands of the next wave of beasts attacking the wall of fire.

As the flames were gradually worn away, her wall of fire grew thinner and thinner until the sharp claws of an insect's forelimb tore through the flames, revealing a tiny gap.

The insects that crawled out of the abyss also smelled the amazing fragrance behind the wall of fire.

This is neither the taste of flesh and blood, nor food.

Rather, it is a memory passed down from the ancient war.

At that time, their masters shared in the power of fire in the wilderness, and that pure and mellow flavor was no different from the taste we have today.

That's the taste of fire, the food the abyss craves most.

"sad."

The priestess simply sighed; she showed no emotional reaction to the fact that her fire wall had been breached.

For her, this was simply something she had expected.

She sighed only because she ultimately failed to understand the essence of flame like the other teacher.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

After all, she wasn't a sorcerer who was completely absorbed in flames.

She knows so many things.

Just as the wall of fire disappeared, countless insects crawled out from the corpses of their kind and rushed towards the witch.

The priestess quietly raised her right hand, holding it high above her head.

Unbeknownst to them, something seemingly invisible was being drawn from all the insects that emerged from the abyss.

It gathered in the priestess's hand, then she pulled it back to her chest, gently crushed it, and whispered a prayer.

A deep, dark shadow surrounded her, gently concealing her body, making her seem as if she didn't exist even in the square.

Miracle (Deep Sanctuary)

The deepest places are usually tranquil and sacred. But the more sacred they are, the easier they are to become breeding grounds for darkness.

This miracle was originally a miracle that was taught to the bishops of the Deep Cathedral during their tenure.

But in this woman's hands, a completely new meaning was born.

Since she is someone who emerged from the abyss, the shackles in the deep sea can naturally become something that protects her.

And those even older and more ancient stories can also serve as a shield to protect those who walk in the abyss.

Then she raised her eyes, looked directly at the insect in front of her, and gently opened her right hand.

The profound soul that had gathered in her palm grew darker and deeper at a visible speed.

Until the weight of those souls exceeded the limits they could bear.

The desire to be magnified infinitely, even if it is just a tiny soul or flesh, will become the object of pursuit for the profound soul.

Let alone being coveted by the abyss.

She is part of the abyss.

Dark Arts (Deep Souls)

The souls, so heavy they seemed easily captured by gravity, struggled to free their heads from the priestess's grasp.

After a few seconds of entanglement, they repelled each other and surged toward their original owners.

These are the souls that the priestess captured from those abyssal creations that had long since lost their minds.

Having decided to attack her with the power of her birthplace, they must also face the gaze of the fragments of the abyss.

The souls captured from them become excellent raw materials for turning against their masters.

The moment the swarm of ghostly souls, almost identical in number to the insects, dispersed, even the two pardoners felt a chill run down their spines.

It is unimaginable what kind of person could absorb so much of humanity at the same time and still precisely control every inch of their soul's desires.

These desires are easily stirred up and released as casually as scattering flowers.

Those light, floating souls collided with the ravenous insects that rushed forward.

It was like a deep firework exploding on the ground.

That was darkness that could be captured by the human eye.

The collision of souls doesn't cause much of a commotion.

Even though the eyes could see such a vast scene, the sound it made was like a muffled "pop" as the mouth gently opened.

Whenever such a sound is heard, the body of an insect trembles and freezes in place.

Its carapace gradually became as fragile as rotten wood, and then it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

However, this is not the end.

As the abyssal silt gradually expands, the exit of the Abyssal Nest also grows larger.

The deep resentment and pain in the hearts of the people of Kazdel are the best nourishment for the Nest of the Abyss.

Meanwhile, the Abyss Nest, built beneath the capital of Kazdel, grew stronger amidst the lamentations of the Sarkaz race.

Therefore, the power of the Abyss Nest is inexhaustible.

As long as the profound depths in people's hearts remain unbroken, there will never be a day when growth ceases.

The priestess naturally knew the true nature of the Abyss Nest; she was perfectly aware of it.

Meanwhile, the insects that were using the bodies of their own kind to gradually spread forward had almost reached within ten meters of her.

That's why she raised her hands once again.

A deep purple light appeared in her hand, transforming into a drop of dew that seemed to come from the abyss of the world.

This drop of dew is so heavy, yet so alluring.

The priestess gently closed her eyes and whispered a prayer of blessing.

The drop of dew, amidst such pity, slipped from the priestess's hand, creating ripples on the ground as if falling into a lake.

In an instant, a deep purple magic circle flashed briefly at the feet of the priestess, gradually spreading outwards like ripples.

At this moment, she looked like a witch from hell, yet possessed a compassionate and loving heart.

All the corpses were covered by the flashing purple magic circle. Even the insects that crawled out of the abyss's nest breathed along with the magic circle at this moment.

Then, it burst into bloom like fireworks.

She offered her blessings to the remains.

It's not about letting them rest in peace.

Instead, we want them to burst forth with light.

Miracle (The Dead Come Back to Life)

boom!

They only noticed a slight tremor before their eyes, and the stiff corpses on the ground transformed into a gemstone radiating a bewitching deep purple light, which exploded outwards after a brief breath.

Strangely enough, what was originally a huge explosion sound turned into a muffled thud that was imperceptible to the human ear.

Deep purple explosions lit up one after another, as if vibrant flowers were born in Agor, and as serene and alluring in the windless deep sea.

It was just a simple miracle; starting from the direction the witch was facing, the bodies of all the insects were torn apart at the same time as the explosion occurred.

Even reptiles that have just crawled out of the abyss's nest cannot escape the calamity.

The city walls, originally made of corpses, became the priestess's most powerful weapon.

In this silent explosion, all living things were dragged into hell by the remnants of the dead's hands.

Even the black mud remained silent for a moment before slowly spreading outwards again.

But at this moment, the two pardoners could no longer suppress their inner fear.

They are afraid.

What she feared was not the mysterious witch before her, but the king's gaze.

The Abyss Nest, already severely damaged in the previous fire, suffered another tremendous loss at their hands.

Naturally, as the chosen one of the Abyss, the King also noticed this strange phenomenon.

So, he cast his gaze upon them.

The priestess was the first to notice something amiss.

She suddenly raised her head, revealing her deep, dark eyes and a deathly pale face.

Gazing at the sky beyond the world's barriers.

In that sky, a pitch-black rift appeared out of nowhere, as if it were a will descending from outside the world, cutting through space and time.