Ark Undead

"I'm here, Doctor. I've located Dr. Kal'tsit and the others, and I'm on my way. What about you?"

The noise around Scout was very loud. He seemed to be constantly passing by Haisi, and there was even a noticeable panting sound when he spoke.

The doctor glanced back at the engineering operatives who were in action and pressed his communicator.

"Agor can't stop now, so the only option is to sink it. And most likely we won't have time to regroup."

The doctor took a deep breath and continued to ask.

What's the situation over Agor?

“A very clear ray of light has already pierced through the seawater and fallen into Agor. We are very close to the sea… damn it.”

Before Scout could finish speaking, a muffled thud was heard, and a moment later, Scout involuntarily cursed.

Immediately following was an explosion loud enough to drown out all other sounds.

The doctor even felt an irregular vibration coming from beneath his feet.

"Scout!? What's going on over there?!"

"I'm fine, it's Mr. Undying's side, he seems... he seems to have killed those two pardoners!"

Scout's words were full of information.

Although shutting down the ascent engine was thwarted, hearing this news lifted the doctor's spirits somewhat.

"Good news... Okay, now listen to me."

"Once you find Kal'tsit, stay with them and prepare for the impact. The moment Agor rises to the surface, notify me via communicator that I will destroy the main engine."

"At that time, the deep-sea shield that covers the entire Agor will also disappear, and seawater will flood in. We will all have to do everything we can to survive."

Upon hearing the doctor's astonishing plan, Scout was speechless for a few seconds.

"Destroy...destroy Agor?! I must say, you're still the same as ever."

He even subconsciously used honorifics.

“You know my temperament, Scout. If there were any other way, I would never choose this method.”

The doctor's voice remained calm.

"That's all, good luck, Scout."

"The same goes for you, Doctor. Good luck."

After they finished speaking, the two simultaneously turned off their communicators, and silence returned to the communication channel.

Once the doctor identified the direction, he led Onstan and the group of operators to the main valve.

And right there in the plaza of the World Barrier, beneath that enormous wedge-shaped stone, the battle had temporarily come to an end.

Under the cover of Komikus and Karula, the undead focused intently on the two pardoners and the abyss nest they had summoned there.

The dragon's body and head separated, and the several dragons that grew in the abyss's nest were all torn to pieces by the undead's blades.

Countless coke and ash surrounded the undead.

He withdrew his outstretched right hand and released his grip on the pardoner's neck.

The absolutioner, now a charred black lump, still had a face that vaguely showed a mixture of terror and pain. The moment he lost the support of the undead, the huge charred lump fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of dark black ash.

The Abyss Nest was dried up by flames powerful enough to extinguish the seawater. The Abyss Creatures that had not yet crawled out of the Abyss Nest could only stretch out one hand before they could no longer move.

The burning undead came to another charred corpse and, through the wound that pierced its chest, grasped the greatsword that had sunk half a meter into the ground.

The blade moved upwards inch by inch until the tip of the sword withdrew from the wound. The entire corpse, like its companion, was crushed and turned to ashes in the faint breeze.

Mars and ash embraced in the wind, encircling the entire square.

Apart from the crackling of the flames, there was utter silence.

"OK..."

Komikus, panting, lowered his slightly trembling right hand.

"Young people have more strength."

Karula didn't speak, but her slightly trembling hands proved that she had reached her limit.

The immortal looked at the two teachers and took a step forward.

But Kommicus raised his hand once again, stopping the undead from advancing.

"Alright, we've finished the pleasantries. Now's not the time to chat."

Kalu pulled up Komikus's arm to prevent him from falling flat on his backside and losing face in front of his apprentice.

Although neither of these teachers ever cared about their image in the eyes of their students.

“Let’s go back to the fire first, you silly apprentice.”

Karula and Komikus's bodies glowed with a faint golden light, and the witch chuckled softly at the undead.

"I'll leave the trouble that follows to you."

The golden fragments crumbled inch by inch, and the two souls who had guarded the flame for thousands of years dissipated their forms that had been maintained for a moment in the mortal world.

They vanished once again before the immortals.

The silent undead raised its head and finally looked up at the sky above Agor.

That giant wedge-shaped rock that could blot out the entire sky.

And the Lord of Dreams clinging to the wedge-shaped stone.

Ishar-mla

His body slowly writhed, and Isamara finally responded to the gaze of the undead.

An indescribable voice appeared in the ears of the undead, yet the undead could strangely understand its words.

"I've seen you in my dreams."

Isamara's voice held no fear. Even before this man, under his gaze, the Lord of the Horde maintained an extremely sluggish pace and response.

"Big group, remember the pain."

"The flames, I devour. The power, beneficial to evolution."

The Lord of the Masses did not participate in the battle that took place in Ancient Kazdel.

But after that, when He received the blessing of the abyss, He had a fleeting glimpse of it.

The searing pain of the flames and the agony of his sword tearing through his body, along with the abyss's blessing received by the masses, were etched into the depths of their souls.

However, the instinct of the sea creatures is to keep evolving, and in order to do so, they discard everything superfluous.

They seem to have no sense of pain, so naturally they are oblivious to the burning flames.

"You have the smell of fire."

As Isamara spoke, the Sea Princes, who had been stopped by the two teachers on the periphery, stepped forward.

The Undead were still surrounded by tens of thousands of Sealings in the center, like a small boat in an endless wave.

At this moment, only the one immortal remained in the entire square.

Isamara's plan was shrewd; after dealing with the two Exorcists who were fully engaged in fighting the Undead, the Undead's power would also be depleted.

He still coveted the power that did not belong to him, even though his plans had been shattered in his dreams. But the fragrance emanating from the flames allowed him to briefly forget the burning pain.

Isamara wanted to taste, to savor the flavor of fire, and He wanted fire to be a milestone in the evolution of the multitude.

In His measure, it doesn't matter if the entire horde is destroyed, as long as He can obtain the power of the First Flame, He will have the strength to contend with the Abyss.

That would be enough to break free from the curse of the abyss and escape the gaze of the abyss gods.

This is the choice made by the masses.

Today, Agor is located on the edge of sea level.

The sacrifice begins the moment sunlight shines into Agor.

The moment the brain of the new god merges with the blood of the old god, the horde will be united in flames.

What awaits them is the path to ascension, a power strong enough to stand up to the gaze of those beyond the world.

The undead looked up at Isamara.

The light overhead grew stronger, and the sunlight struggled to squeeze through the thin seawater, piercing through the gap at the very top of the Agor Dome.

The city has finally traversed the unfathomable depths of the sea and is about to emerge onto the surface.

The sea creatures that had been surrounding the undead stopped in their tracks and opened their still-developing vocal organs.

An ancient name came from their mouths.

“Ishar——mla——”

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still.

The sound of waves crashing disappeared, the sound of coke crumbling disappeared, the sound of life moving about disappeared.

An absolute silence, seemingly existing only in a dream, reappeared in Agor at this moment.

All the sea creatures simultaneously stretched out their limbs to welcome the birth of the great multitude of new gods, and also awaited the moment when the sunlight descended upon the dome.

The first ray of sunlight was only a few meters away from the dome of Agor.

Having just reunited with Scout, Kal'tsit and the others, far from the Sea Siege's wave, were panting heavily.

In an instant, all sound disappeared from their ears.

Greyhound and W were stunned, but Kal'tsit and the two still-sane deep-sea hunters suddenly changed their expressions.

Goredia remembered that on the eve of her own unconsciousness, she was also in such absolute silence.

Without a doubt, the Great Tranquility has descended once again.

In that instant, all language lost its power. In the absolute tide of sound, all information was locked within the individual's mind, leaving only the cry of the Hai Si horde.

Scout had just turned on his communicator, about to inform the doctor, that Agor had risen to sea level.

But his voice, before it could even escape his lips, was swallowed up and swallowed by the great silence.

Even radio waves were disrupted, rendering walkie-talkies unable to transmit any information.