Ark Undead

What was now before everyone was a giant dragon raising its head from the abyss.

It opened its crimson eyes, devoid of any reason.

Even Komikus was shocked when he saw it.

"An ancient flying dragon?"

Komikus murmured with some doubt.

"The last dragon shouldn't have been killed by my apprentice..."

"No, this is not an ancient dragon, but a mutated creature fed by the souls of the abyss."

As an ancient being born from the abyss, Karula saw through its true nature at a glance.

"Ancient dragons have no soul, but every inch of their bodies is filled with disgusting, mixed humanity. They are abyssal creations hatched and fed through special methods. They don't even have their own consciousness."

Yes, as Carula said, Theresis extended his tentacles into Victoria not only to use it as the first step in his destruction of Terra.

It was also for the dragon body stone hidden inside Victoria.

Using the power of the Dragon Body Stone as an anchor, the form of a flying dragon was outlined in the Nest of the Abyss, and then filled with a massive amount of souls and humanity, creating a monstrous creature.

Although its essence is different from that of the Elder Dragon, it still possesses properties similar to those of the Elder Dragon.

After awakening from its abyss nest, the dragon from the deepest abyss fearlessly spread its wings and charged headlong into the sea of ​​fire summoned by Komikus.

Even though the soul was twisted, it still gained a strong resistance to fire after absorbing the power of the Dragon Body Stone.

The flames that filled the sky could not actually cling to the scales on the dragon's body.

The pitch-black ancient dragon weaved through the bright red and orange sea of ​​fire, finally locking onto the bodies of Komikus and Karula.

Its deep red eyes shone brightly, and its shattered wings flapped, lifting its massive body into the sky. After circling once, it plummeted towards the two figures on the ground.

Between its foul-smelling teeth, a dark, deep abyss lurked, ready to pounce.

As it approached the ground, it opened its gaping maw, from which a tangible abyss flowed, threatening to completely engulf Komikus and Karula.

But the abyss within that gigantic maw, which had already materialized, did not erupt; instead, it withdrew with a mournful cry.

boom!

No one saw what happened clearly; all they saw was the dragon, flying in mid-air, tilt its head to the side. It was as if it had been struck by something, and its once majestic body instantly lost all its imposing presence.

Like a drowning puppy, it struggled in the air, flapping its wings, before crashing heavily onto the ground covered by the Nest of the Abyss.

It was at this moment that Komikus and Carula finally saw clearly.

On that enormous dragon's head was an arrow thicker than a human arm.

A huge arrow pierced through one of the dragon's eyes, penetrating the entire head, and then emerged from the other eye as a sharp horn.

In the ancient legends of the Age of Fire, Hawkeye Goff, one of the Four Horsemen of the King, possessed such abilities, and in the Dragon Hunt, he shot down countless dragons.

Few people know that even in his exile and blindness, Gough could still orient himself by the flow of his breath and the sound of his voice, and with a single shot, he could draw a large bow several meters long and pierce the body of an ancient dragon hovering in the sky.

Those who witnessed that scene are now standing on the top of a building in the distance.

The bowstring in his hand was still trembling, and the undead, clad in armor, lowered his shooting stance.

The great bow in his hand turned into sparks of fire, which then merged back into his soul, and his right hand reached for the greatsword behind him.

The swarm of sea creatures lay beneath his feet, like a dangerous sea surface teeming with undercurrents.

The silent undead drew his greatsword, and flames instantly danced across its blade, illuminating a corner of the ocean.

He took a step forward and plunged into the deep sea without hesitation.

Therefore, the sea was set ablaze.

465. From then on, she would be far removed from dreams for eight thousand years.

I've forgotten when it started, but the connection between the undead and the First Flame has become increasingly close.

He has no memory of that period; since he regained consciousness in Victoria, he has passively learned about his past from others.

Whether it was their first reunion with Solal in Kazimierz or witnessing the disappearance of the last painting on the mountaintop of Kalan.

The connection between the Undead and the First Flame became clearer and clearer with the passage of time.

He could feel the primordial flame beating in his chest. But he didn't understand why the primordial flame had chosen him, wanting him to become its incarnation.

The Kings of Cinder throughout history have all had their glorious epics. But most of these epics have been buried in the dust of history.

Even the immortals were no exception. When he awoke for the second time and embarked on the path to the final flames of destruction, there were hardly any legends left about him.

These forgotten histories have become stepping stones to the future.

Just like Terra today, few people know about Terra's past history.

Those great achievements and timeless accomplishments gradually faded away under the heavy pressure of war and survival.

But only fire.

Only the First Flame remembered; it remembered the heroes who came before it and threw themselves into the flames.

People may forget it, but the flames have seen it all.

Whether it is the undead silently by the campfire or the Lords of Cinder burning quietly on their thrones, it remembers every moment of life.

Only the flames knew that their choice was absolutely correct.

Because its choice is divine selection.

Perhaps no one has ever seen the ocean set ablaze.

Even the legendary sorcerer could only gasp in amazement upon witnessing such a scene. Even the chaotic flames he summoned paled in comparison to the light that illuminated the sky.

In the vast, dark sea of ​​sea creatures, a single spark unknowingly ignites the ocean.

Originally a flame that fell into the surging waves, it grew stronger with each crashing of the waves.

He did not wield any legendary weapon; it was merely a greatsword forged from ordinary pig iron, chosen by the undead simply because of its weight.

But as the Undead said, a hero's weapon is never good because of its own merits.

It is because heroes use it that it acquires its unique value.

The greatswords flew about, and the flames clinging to the blades dissipated from the edges.

Fine lava cracks covered the sword's body, as if they were alive, flickering along with the flame patterns on the king's body, like heavy breathing.

The flames that were thrown out, after being contaminated by the sea salt from the deep sea, continued to extend outwards.

At this moment, Hai Si and the immortals switched places.

The original deep-sea predator has become the prey, and the silent warrior is the fiercest hunter.

His fire is like a lamp, spreading its light freely across the boundless seabed.

The flames of greed used Hai Si as excellent fuel; these already mutated bodies, blessed by the abyss, were the best kindling.

With each strike, more and more flames were scattered in all directions.

Even burning the heavens and boiling the seas couldn't be worse than this.

Until the last sea creature blocking the view was cut in two by the greatsword, the undead finally raised their heads.

From the moment he appeared until the point where he stopped.

A passageway, stretching for 100 meters, was thus cleared out.

The ground was littered with dismembered corpses and charred remains.

Flames clung to the path he had walked.

His arrival ignited the path beneath our feet.

Even the sea creatures were no longer fierce, but silently moved ten meters away from the horde of corpses he had created.

At this moment, the square finally became empty.

All that remained was the crackling sound of the flames burning.

The undead sheathed his greatsword, the flames on his body subsided slightly, and he stepped onto the ground covered with abyssal silt.

Endless shouts and roars rose from beneath his feet.

This is the shrill cry of a soul dissolved in the silt of the abyss, its violent humanity burned in the flames that engulf the undead.

With each step he took forward, the mud beneath his feet automatically dispersed, and the mud that didn't disperse in time became fuel for his footsteps, igniting every inch of his footprints.

Until the Undead arrived before the two guardians of fire.

The warrior, who had just wreaked havoc among the Seafolk, looked directly at the two historical heroes before him.

He bent his legs, knelt on one knee, and lowered his unyielding head.

This was the first time since the immortal awoke that he had bowed his head in respect.

Because standing before him were not only his old friends, but also his...

"teacher."

The voice of the Undead was strangely similar to that of Komikus, both sounding like withered branches scorched by flames.

But his voice was filled with boundless respect and longing.

"Oh dear, my apprentice is back! It's good that he's alive, it's good that he's alive."

The old sorcerer's tone immediately softened. Even his dry voice couldn't mask the childlike quality in his tone.

"You still know how to come back? You stupid apprentice who deserves to be struck by lightning."

The heretical witch's voice also held a hint of pleasure.

This was the first time in ten thousand years that she had felt obvious joy.

In the final days of the Age of Fire, when everything was in a state of deathly silence, the connections between people had become so weak that they could not be more distant than before.

But it is precisely in this kind of apocalyptic world that the preciousness of a relationship is highlighted.

An old sorcerer freed from his cage, and a heretical witch who accepted the request of the undead from prison.

The bond between master and disciple witnessed during the last time the fire-lighting ritual was performed has not faded even in the new generation.