Ark Undead

Solal said a lot; these were the things he needed to tell the undead during his appearance.

But this is not Solal's will; he is merely a projection of the First Flame. As part of the awakened power, he simply needs to inform the Undead.

Therefore, Solal picked up the longsword and shield from the ground and handed them to the undead.

"However, after saying all that, what I really want to tell you isn't these seemingly serious things. You have more experience than I do in protecting the First Flame and ensuring the continuation of the world."

He looked into the undead's eyes, which had begun to recover from their withered state, and said.

"Just like what you said to me when I was disappointed in front of the sun bug."

"Find your own goal, your own belief, and give everything for it. Even if it is illusory, it will surely have its own unique and extraordinary meaning."

"Now that you've broken free from the shackles of the mission to inherit the flame, why not find your true purpose?"

"Now that you've awakened again, you surely have your own reason for existing. The First Flame's choice wasn't without reason. But before that, as a person, how do you define yourself?"

"So go and search, find the meaning of your existence in this new generation."

"Isn't this exactly what we, as undead, should be doing?"

These are not words that should be spoken as part of the First Flame.

But these were the words Solar most wanted to say as a friend.

He had received help from a friend during the time of the gods and regained hope.

Now, he too will become firewood in this new generation, igniting the motivation for his friends to move forward.

"..."

The Undead pondered, and he noted down Solar's advice.

Solal looked down at his hands.

The golden body gradually dimmed, and the sky at this moment also showed signs of solidification.

That was a sign of impending malice, and also a call to Solar's return.

"Haha, that's about enough, I should head back now."

Solal chuckled twice, then looked at the despicable people still surrounding the two of them.

Then he gently blinked at Maria, who was standing at the entrance of the arena, staring blankly with wide eyes.

It seems we have gained another little follower of the sun.

"But before we go back, of course I have to help you solve the problems you're facing!"

Solal said.

"I've been watching from inside the fire for so long, I'm finally able to help!"

Then, the embodiment of the sun opened its arms.

The sun's rays, cast down from the boundless sky, condensed into weapons of attack in the hands of the golden giant.

The sword and shield, symbolizing the sun, shone with their original brilliance in the hands of the hero.

The Undead stared at the sword and shield in Solal's hands, and many thoughts came to mind.

Countless times, when the undead encountered difficulties, the figure standing in front of him used this shield to block the suffering that came, and used this iron sword to shatter the hostility that came.

At that time, it was just an ordinary iron shield, a simple iron sword, and not even comparable to some finely crafted weapons.

Yet it was this very iron shield and iron sword that enabled this sun-like warrior to overcome all obstacles and lead him into the Initial Furnace.

Today, they also serve as symbols of the sun, possessing unfathomable power.

"How nostalgic! It's been so long since we fought side by side."

"The Initial Furnace, King of Blackfire."

"Hey, you really do remember. Even if gods fall at our hands, what difficulties can't we overcome?"

Solal slung his shield behind his back and raised his left hand.

Boom!

Lightning burst forth from the dazzling sun and fell from the sky into the palm of the great hero.

"Do you remember the miracles I taught you?"

Solal looked at the Undead and asked him to raise his left hand as well.

"Come on, let's practice it one more time."

The undead nodded silently, and like the heroic spirit before him, he slung the shattered shield behind his back and raised his left hand.

He also remembered that during their second encounter, Solal shattered the gargoyle's body with the thunder spear he held tightly in his hand.

That was also the first time the Undead had a concrete understanding of magic. So, during their third encounter, the Undead expressed his desire to learn miracles.

Solar naturally shared all his knowledge with the immortal, happily recounting the miraculous stories he already knew by heart and personally demonstrating them to him.

Just as the Undead did to Maria.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and life continues endlessly.

At that time, the Undead practiced for two months in order to be able to use the Thunder Spear. Solar kept encouraging the Undead, telling him that miracles themselves are very difficult, and that Solar himself had not had an easy time learning them either.

It wasn't until later that the Undead learned that Solal had gone from knowing about the Thunder Spear to being able to use it in less than a minute.

The immortal recalled it again.

The image of Solal holding the lightning spear, the undead trying to solidify it into a physical form, seems like it was just yesterday.

The sun and moon revolve, and the world changes.

We have entered a new era, and everything from the past has vanished like a dream, remaining only in our memories.

But just as described in ancient prophecies.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.

There is nothing new under the sun.

At this moment, a scene separated by millions of years is recreated.

An unnamed hero, engulfed in flames, raises his left hand and stands tall on the earth!

Then the sun trembled, and the sun disc shed tears of joy, offering praise to the awakened gods.

The sunlight gathered in the hero's palm, as if the world had dimmed, all because of the infinite light in his hands!

That is the authority held by the sun, and also the great achievements of the ancient gods themselves!

That was the miracle bestowed upon the guardians of the First Flame, and the beginning of everything in the legend of the dragon hunter!

The two looked at the thunder spear in each other's hands.

Solal murmured softly.

"As expected of you, my old friend."

That vulnerable person who needed protection ultimately became the one who carried the world forward.

The Undead turned their gaze to the side, to the tallest building in Kazimierz, a symbol of the Commercial Alliance in the Great Knights' Territory.

In order to apprehend the noble individuals, they also conveniently evicted nearby residents to prevent them from recording images with their devices.

Now, looking around, there is no one but this tall building and the despicable ones hiding in their filthy lair.

If this tall building collapses, will the hope that was blocked behind it return?

Solal leaned back and gripped the lightning bolt tightly in his hand.

The immortal leaned back and grasped the sunlight that had materialized.

They stood side by side, just as they raised their swords together against the ancient gods in the primordial furnace!

call out! !

In an instant, the two lightning spears pierced through the building, penetrating everything that tried to block their way.

But this is not the end, it's just the beginning.

Countless bolts of lightning solidified in the sunlight.

They cheered, they leaped.

That is a legend that has reappeared in the world, that is a beacon that guides them forward!

In an instant, lightning bolts shot out from the sun! Like dense raindrops, they were about to return to the earth!

That was a miracle used by the gods during the Ancient Dragon Wars; it could even pierce through the scales of the ancient dragons.

Miracle (Sunshine and Gunfire)

Rumble!!

The moment the lightning strikes the high-rise building, the surface glass shatters, followed by the broken plating, and the pierced floors and central load-bearing columns!

In seconds, the 100-meter-tall building was riddled with holes, and the despicable people hiding inside were also wiped out by the power of the sunlight!

The rumbling sound still echoed in the sky, but the area around the Flame Blade Arena was deathly silent.

Thunder and lightning in broad daylight terrified the timid hearts of those who had abandoned humanity.

Now, even the commercial leagues and the Cavaliers Association cannot stop this champion.

Perhaps such actions will eventually bring a breath of new life to Kazimir, a country that seems prosperous but is lifeless.

When the thunder subsided, the undead withdrew his gaze and looked at his friend beside him; it was he who had awakened his power.

"It seems that the heights you have reached have exceeded all of our expectations."

Solal clapped his hands in admiration.

"Unfortunately, this power has only been temporarily awakened. To regain your rightful power, you must slowly uncover the true nature of the world and rediscover your past memories."

"..."

As the Undead watched Solal gradually transform into a radiant body, he couldn't help but reach out his hand.

This man, who was always taciturn, also felt a wave of sorrow washing over him at this moment.

He wanted to persuade him to stay, but he knew perfectly well that Solar had long since become a part of the First Flame. Now, he was just a fragment remaining in his memory.