Ark Undead

At the same time, right below the wedge-shaped stone, the flames, which had been concealed by the power of the abyss, also began to flicker.

This is the response from the flames.

"Large groups need to survive. Large groups...!@%#$^@!%$#"

The voice of the Lord of the Masses kept bombarding the ears of the Undead.

As the wedge-shaped stone was scorched by the First Flame, it gradually became scalding hot, and this heat was naturally conducted to the body of the Lord of the Horde.

The ignited lower half of his body, through Hai Si's self-repairing instinct, reconnected with the main body of the Lord of the Masses.

The Lord of the Great Clan had no choice but to transform his unformed body into various shapes.

Tentacles, blades, giant hammer.

He bombarded the undead still clinging to his body time and time again, the man he had initially ignored.

The body of the undead remained unchanged despite being repeatedly struck.

His hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, preventing the core of the Lord of the Great Clan from slipping away even slightly.

On the ever-sinking Agor, the undead silently pressed down on the hilt of his sword and pushed it inward once more, the blade sinking further into the wedge-shaped stone.

He had already made plans to plunge into the deep sea along with the Lord of the Masses.

From the moment he embarked on the path of fighting against the abyss, he already knew what he was willing to sacrifice.

Perhaps he will sleep again at the bottom of the sea, but that doesn't matter.

The flames have been reignited, and he will return amidst gold and fire.

The bright flames became the only beacon in the sea, falling into the deep waters along with the legendary city.

All that was in the past, representing a golden age, has become dust in history with the fall of this city.

The point of light grew smaller and smaller until it turned into a tiny spark in the deep sea.

Even in the deepest abyss, the flame of hope has never been extinguished.

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After an unknown amount of time, the immortal opened his eyes.

A snowflake obscured his eyes.

The Undead shook his head slightly as he lifted himself up from the snow.

what happened?

The immortal raised his right hand with some confusion.

The clean snow clung to his armor, gradually cooling his burning body.

This was a situation the immortals had not anticipated.

Have I returned to the world of the painting?

Wait a minute, the world depicted in the painting has vanished along with its flames...

Is this Kallan?

Just when the immortals were completely confused and couldn't figure out what was going on...

An arm patted the immortal man's shoulder.

"Hey, you, why do you like to slack off just like me?"

The immortal was startled and turned his head in disbelief.

Standing behind him was a figure dressed in a high-ranking knight's suit.

That was the armor of a high-ranking knight from the ancient kingdom of Astra, born in the Age of Fire.

Only nobles among the undead are qualified to be granted this armor and travel to Lordran, the land of kings.

The owner of this armor eventually joined the legendary Undead in entering the Primordial Furnace and immersing himself in the Primordial Flame.

The Undead reached out and patted his helmet.

"Oscar...?"

"Yes, it's me. But this isn't the place for you right now."

Oscar looked at the Undead with a smile, about to say something more.

But his gaze quickly fell behind the Undead.

"Ah, it's my sister-in-law... no, it's Miss Fire."

Fire Girl did not react in any particular way to Oscar's slip of the tongue.

She simply stepped forward, nodded politely to Oscar, and then extended her hand to the undead.

"Lord Ash, it's time for us to leave."

The Undead looked down at the Fire Mage's palm, then turned to look at Oscar.

He was reluctant to leave so soon.

Oscar clicked his tongue, then grabbed the Undead's hand and slammed it onto the Fire Mage's palm.

"You rascal, it's not time for you to rest yet, go back now!"

The moment the Undead's hand met the Fire Mage's, everything before the Undead's eyes turned white again, and everything lost its shape and gradually became distorted.

In the end, it turned into bottomless darkness.

In the darkness, the Undead vaguely felt his body being pulled by something.

"Found him! I've found Mr. Immortal!"

"His condition is the same as the doctor said. Although he has no vital signs, he is still clutching that strange greatsword in his hand."

"Received, received! Everyone upstairs, come down and help him! He's too heavy, I can't lift him!"

Immediately afterwards, he felt something supporting his back, gently lifting him up.

"This sea is really deep. If it weren't for Miss Laurentina's help, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to find Mr. Immortal."

"Never mind that. We've been searching for almost a week. Once we get up there, we'll have to make sure Mr. Undying is still alive."

"Okay, okay, people upstairs! Come and get me again! I'm exhausted!"

The immortal felt his body being dragged upwards by one pair of different hands.

Every so often, a new pair of hands would support his back, gradually pulling him away from the liquid-filled space.

Until he felt that there was no more liquid blocking his mouth.

He opened his mouth.

"hiss!"

The immortal suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, control of his body returned to his original form.

He subconsciously raised his right hand.

He held the spiral sword in his hand, but the greatsword on his back had vanished.

His action attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Mr. Immortal is still alive!!"

"Still alive! Alive!"

The Undead noticed that he was floating on the sea, and a dozen familiar figures were surrounding him.

Ace, Scout, Logos, Huang...

The Rhodes Island operators, all dressed in diving gear, looked at him with surprise and delight, alongside a silver-haired deep-sea hunter who stood out in the crowd.

"you..."

The Undead then realized that he had been found by these agents and dragged to the surface of the sea by hand.

"teacher!!"

Just then, a shout came from afar.

The immortal turned his head to look.

A search and rescue boat is rowing this way, and further away, there is a huge ship.

On the ship, a purple figure waved frantically at the undead.

Melantha came with the Rhodes Island rescue team because she was worried about her teacher.

The Undead raised his hand and waved to Melantha to indicate that he was fine.

He finally exhaled the breath he had inhaled when he first opened his eyes.

Gripping the spiral sword tightly in his hand, the Undead grasped the outstretched hand of Patch, who was standing on the rescue boat.

The immortals boarded the rescue boat and, surrounded by the crowd, drifted toward the ship.

However, in that abyss where there should have been no light, a flame still burned quietly.

Countless shattered buildings lay on the seabed at the bottom of the abyss.

That was once a city called Agor, but now it has become dust of history.

An indescribable body was pinned to a massive wedge-shaped stone in the center of the ruins by a scarred greatsword, becoming fuel for the burning flames and maintaining the operation of the world's barrier.

He will pay the price for his greed, spending eternity in the scorching flames along with the entire flock.

And so, the deep sea came to light.

467. Let's eat first.

The cathedral of the Iberian capital.

"We are gathered here today to send our friends off."

An old man carrying a lantern walked through the candlelit church and came to the group of coffins at the front.

His wrinkled hands gently stroked the coffin lid, like a kind old grandfather stroking a child's soft hair.