Ark Undead

The patriot standing at the forefront reached out and pulled his spear from the ground.

Facing Therese's last line of defense, a crimson aura swirled around the veteran.

The Originium Arts from the ancient Wendigo clan, the "Cannibalism Ritual," are revealed at this moment.

He will devour everything that belongs to the power of the abyss, and through the transformation of the Primordial Flame, it will become the power that sustains his progress.

The royal palace is in the distance; this battle is for revenge.

Talulah and the Integration Movement were led astray by being corrupted by the abyss.

It was also for his own turbulent life, and for the wife and children he could never repay.

His mountain-like body raised his spear and struck the large shield in his left hand.

His eyes suddenly glowed red.

Solal raised the thunder spear in his hand.

Oscar held his shield in front of him.

Gale held the sword in both hands, horizontally at her sides.

As the first Dementor was pierced by the Patriot's spear.

The final battle has begun!

It was inside the royal palace.

The aloof King Kazdel sat enthroned on his throne.

He had learned of his fate through prophecy and communication with the gods of the abyss.

He will die on his own throne.

But this is not an irreversible outcome.

He knew that although the current Guardians of the First Flame were powerful, they were still no match for the Abyss, which had been dominating the deep sea for tens of thousands of years and even an entire deep-sea era.

However, as long as he remains within the world's barriers, the abyss poses no threat to him.

All he has to do is wait here.

Then, he would lure that ancient hero, who only knew how to wield swords, into a small trap he had laid.

As long as he is sent across the world barrier, the gods of the abyss will solve this problem.

He has plenty of patience.

The entire city of Londinium was merely a means to stop those rabble.

In his eyes, and in his expectations, the only person who could possibly arrive here at this time was that guy.

The power built up by his own sister could not possibly breach the defenses he had established.

On Terra today, there are no warriors capable of resisting the Abyss.

Hearing the sounds coming from outside the palace, Theresis smiled slightly.

he came.

Sure enough, amidst the approaching noise and the screams of the soul-devouring ghost.

The scent of fire was drawing near; Theresis knew that smell all too well.

Countless times, his plans were thwarted by her countless times, but finally, finally she could...

The closed palace gates were slashed open by two scratches.

The immense force smashed open the shattered iron gate.

The calm smile on Therese's face froze the moment she saw the newcomer.

Yes, that's right.

That was a king protected by flames.

Crimson flames flowed across the blade, scorching and twisting the outer garment draped over the body, which, along with the lava, formed the shape of a king.

But on that face, which was not protected by any helmet, was a resolute and stunningly beautiful face.

And there was the little demon king following behind her.

Now, the new queen, having passed through an era of silence, stands at the threshold of destiny, facing the very nightmare that has haunted her dreams countless nights.

Therese.

She simply raised her straight sword, the blade pointing directly at the false king who sat on the throne.

The fire in his eyes ignited the darkness before him.

"I have delivered your death."

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When Melantha stood before Therese, she had her first real opportunity to look at the man before her.

The light pink wisps of hair turned a translucent gray-white under the erosion of the abyss.

The dull crimson in his eyes was gradually brightening due to an unknown emotion.

In the past, Melantha had never been able to actually reach this point in the dream's progression.

She died at the hands of those abyssal worms from the very beginning, was torn to pieces by the demonic claws of the Kazdel soldiers, or was cut in two by the curved blade of the Knight Harland.

When she chooses to avoid battle and fight her way out of the demon horde, she will face the dark swords and soul-sucking hands of the Soul-Sucking Army.

She failed to get past the final hurdle. Even with the help of the Imperial Guards and Rhodes Island elite operators who risked their lives, she only managed to reach the foot of the palace steps.

Every time she looked up at the stairs, the overwhelming army of soul-devouring ghosts would prevent her from taking another step forward.

Because in reality, she had never even set foot on the front lines.

Melantha was able to glimpse the full picture of that war only through the memoirs of the surviving agents and their combat records.

In fact, during the time of "Melansha".

Melantha and Ace escaped from the underground cave thanks to the help of the Undead who came to their rescue.

Subsequently, Melantha, who had lost consciousness, was sent back to Rhodes Island by the Undead.

This is also the biggest reason why Melanie cannot accept herself and cannot accept that reality.

She was injured and fell into a coma during a mission, and when she woke up, everything had changed.

The teacher left once again, and Rhodes Island lingered on.

She hated her own weakness for not being able to play even the slightest role in that battle, even if it was just being able to stand behind her teacher and wield her blade for him, that would be enough.

The intense regret and the countless pains she later faced in reality intertwined and tormented her, giving birth to the dream that Melanie couldn't escape for decades.

That false past was born in her own consciousness.

Because it's a dream, she will be resurrected after death, so she doesn't need to worry about whether she will really die.

Even if this dream is fake, even if I succeed just once, it will prove that I now have enough power.

Everything in her dreams was a projection of all her emotions and mental state, while real reality was the final straw that brought her to the brink of collapse.

If it weren't for the badge given to her by her teacher, Melantha wouldn't have had the opportunity to walk this path again on her own two feet.

This time, it was different from the past she knew.

Her teacher's closest friends, the powerful warriors who had fought against her, and the heroic spirits who had emerged from the long river of history all stood behind her.

Those dark currents that seemed to lie beneath the deep sea and the turbulent waves of demons on the surface of the sea were all kept outside the palace by them with their pure heroic spirits.

And she used these powers to stand before Theresis.

Now, all she needs to do is take that final step to completely avenge decades of regret.

"Theresis!"

Surprisingly, when Melantha stood before Therese, the hatred in her heart did not consume her.

Those empty rages were long ago torn to shreds by the sharp teeth of the silent era.

She actually knew all of this, but it was just because she was too weak.

But even after the embers of anger were extinguished, they still lingered in her heart, becoming the strength that allowed her to raise the straight knife in her hand.

Now, she can finally say the words she has wanted to say for a long time.

"I have delivered your death."

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"..."

Faced with Melantha's outrageous remarks, Therese was not astonished or confused as expected.

The false king, who had been hiding behind the scenes for who knows how long, gradually relaxed and leaned back on the throne.

He turned slightly to the side, lifted his chin with his left thumb, and tapped his nose with his index finger.

His crimson eyes narrowed to almost slits. After a brief moment of thought, he smiled.

"So that's how it is. Is she his successor?"

Therese truly never imagined that his meticulously planned route would be bypassed by a girl who would simply walk right up to him.

He was indeed slightly surprised when he saw Melantha, but he was no ordinary person.

If anything could frighten him, then he wouldn't be able to wrest Kazdel from his own family and use it as a breeding ground for the abyss.

Even he seized his own rights from the representatives of countless gods of the abyss.

After quickly confirming Melantha's identity using the flames on her body, Theresis immediately made several deductions in her mind about the current situation.

"Did I misjudge his course of action, or was it an unexpected factor for you?"

Theresis raised his right hand, and the shadow behind him grew even darker. From the shadow of the throne, a black mist of nothingness appeared and spread throughout the palace.

"Perhaps none of that is correct, but that's no reason for you to challenge me."

The displeasure in Therese's eyes became even more apparent.