Ark Undead

Ulbian tried to speak, but he could no longer control his body.

He could feel something being gradually injected into the blood of the ancient gods flowing through his body.

It was as if the consciousness that originally belonged to this body had spread into my mind.

His gaze seemed to rise ever higher, reaching beyond the world.

He can see the bottom of the deep sea and the starry sky.

Even though Ulpian tried to speak, he couldn't utter a single word; only meaningless hissing came from his bloated body.

Patch looked at Ulbian like this and sighed.

"As a lone deep-sea hunter, he stole the power of the lord of the horde with his own will, and created a brand new dream to cut off his own possibility of entering the dream."

"They also collected remnants of the Old Gods from the bottom of the deep sea, and used fragments of the Old Gods' bodies to seal within your body as a foundation. Although the divine consciousness born within your body is not enough to contend with Isamara, it is certainly enough to hinder this ritual. Moreover, you can remain conscious until the end."

"Honestly, I really admire you. If it were me, I would never have the guts to do something so unheard of."

"Finally, as per our agreement, I will let you die without pain."

The seawater was almost overflowing onto the altar, and Patch raised his scythe.

Ulpian's consciousness had completely fallen into chaos, even more so than Skadi's before.

But when he saw that clear, silvery light being raised, his consciousness returned to normal in that instant.

In the very end, he remained an Agorian.

A deep-sea hunter.

Goodnight, hunter.

"Thanks."

The words of thanks were drowned out by the mournful sound of the sickle tearing through the air.

The bloated head flew into the sky, losing its vitality as the body of the Sea Heir under the weapon forged from wedge-shaped stone.

Therefore, the originally intact body of the Great Lord of the Group now had an outlet for its emotions.

The brain of the new god and the blood of the old god, which were still merging, dissipated outward through the only opening.

Filthy, foul-smelling blood dripped down the wound, and foul sounds emanated from the surrounding area.

This is the nascent consciousness born within the bodies of deep-sea hunters, which corrupted the entire horde, creating filthy blood.

"Ugh..."

Looking down at Ulbian's increasingly withered body, Patch sighed.

Ulpian never believed that outsiders could stop Hai Si.

He was the first Deepsea Hunter to escape the dream, and also the first Deepsea Hunter to return to the dream.

He was trying to find the answer alone, a way to completely kill the new god.

Until he met Patch, who inspired him.

Ulpian didn't care about his fate.

He is an Agorian, and even more so, a deep-sea hunter.

The sins committed by the Agorians should also be eradicated by the Agorians themselves.

This is the pride of the Agorians.

Patch doesn't understand why there are always some people who prioritize survival over other things.

For them, individual lives are not important; they have far greater ideals in their hearts.

But Ulbian gave Patch some inspiration.

This has given him enough time to think about it for a long time.

"Phew... Okay, my part is finished."

Patch relaxed a little and turned around.

He bowed to the being behind him.

"The rest is up to you."

A slight smile appeared on her stunningly beautiful face, which was hidden by an eye mask.

The beautiful woman in the black robe nodded slightly.

She reached out, and the flowing fire solidified in her hand, gradually transforming into a greatsword.

The sword's blade twisted, resembling a spiral.

This is a symbol that was born from the moment the flame began to burn; it is the manifestation of the First Flame.

Now, it will also guide the flames to ignite at the very bottom of this deep abyss.

She stepped forward.

With each step, flames would spread along the hilt of the sword towards the twisted blade.

The bright flames, like the sun, illuminated everything around them.

It stopped in front of the dead deep-sea hunter.

Patch stared at the Fire Mage.

Watching her raise the spiral sword in her hand and pierce the Deep Sea Hunter's body.

This completely nailed him to the whole of Agor.

The deep-sea hunter finally returned to his long-cherished homeland and would never leave again.

Then, flames ignited.

The lord of the large group clinging to the wedge-shaped stone did not initially notice anything amiss.

He is still performing the fusion ritual, intently shaping his new body.

In His vision, the great multitude would then possess a perfect form.

That is the end of evolution, the starting point for the great ascension.

However, a feeling he had never experienced before rushed into his body.

By the time he realized it, the flames had already started.

The body, connected to the transfer station of the blood of the old gods, gradually withered, while flames climbed upwards along the withered body.

Like a ravenous beast, it regarded the body of the lord of the horde as the most delicious food.

Realizing that things were spiraling out of control, the leader of the group made a decision in an instant.

He wants to break free upwards.

The body clinging to the wedge-shaped rock retracted its suction cups.

And that entirely new feeling also came into full contact with the core of the Lord of the Great Group at this moment.

It was an uncontrollable sense of foreboding, accompanied by the pain of feeling as if one's body was being crushed inch by inch by a tremendous force.

So this is what pain feels like.

The loud noise drew the attention of all the sea creatures.

They rushed toward the undead faster and faster, trying to stop the flames from getting close to their god.

However, just like moths drawn to a flame, the dry branches were thrown into the fire.

The closer these creatures, blessed by the abyss, got to the undead, the more intensely the flames burned.

The flowing fire splashed across the ground like liquid.

The First Flame had never had such abundant food; it excitedly displayed its power, and danced in the Lord of Cinder's hands.

The immortal waved his hand lightly, and deep crimson flames rose up like a storm.

Spell (Chaos Storm)

He then extended his finger and touched the flames, which submitted to his power and coalesced into a physical form in the sky.

In the gradually falling Agor, it shone like a newly risen sun, its light dazzling. Then, moments later, it crumbled inch by inch, turning into shooting stars.

Curse (Breakdown of the Breeding Ground)

The teacher's understanding of magic was such that even an immortal could grasp its basic operating principles with just a glance.

After all, he was the chosen one, he was fire itself.

The closer the Undead get to the World Barrier, the more fiercely the Lords of the Masses struggle.

The once mysterious and terrifying deep-sea deity, faced with the rising flames, understood for the first time what fear truly meant.

At this moment, He also understood the true meaning of the warning given by the mark hidden deep in His soul.

The power bestowed by the abyss is also something that has been stolen.

Now, its owner has returned.

It is to take the thief's life along with it.

Disregarding everything else, the Lord of the Masses' body was instantly severed in two.

His instincts told him that he could no longer covet authority and power.

That is not His.

He wanted to escape; He wanted to return to the deep sea.

In that instant, a greatsword tore through the seawater and plunged deep into the core of the Lord of the Great Group, pinning Him to the wedge-shaped rock.

A fiery red figure, already submerged, rose from Agor.

It crashed into the wedge-shaped rock as it continued to fall.

boom!

Even at the bottom of the sea, the seawater evaporates in an instant and is then submerged by seawater.

The Undead gripped the sword hilt, completely locking the Lord of the Masses' body in place.