Ark of the Immortal

The undead man realized that someone seemed to be talking to him. He couldn't open his eyes, but he tried hard to hear what was being said.

In the fire...

The sound repeated over and over again, gradually becoming clearer in the ears of the undead.

Please pass on...our wish...that is the ancient king...

The voice next to the undead man's ears gradually became clear.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a light.

The undead man tried hard to open his eyes, but was stung by the light and felt uncomfortable.

The voice sounded again at this time.

When the undead man saw clearly the mass in front of him, he also heard clearly the words spoken in his ears.

The initial fire gradually fades away, and soon darkness will fall.

He opened his eyes and saw a ball of fire.

A cluster, a small flame.

But after that long darkness, there will be a light flickering...

...

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and scattered raindrops fell on the faces of the infected.

The cheering infected people finally calmed down after going crazy.

Their revenge is not over yet, they just defeated a monster now.

Their target is the center of the uptown area. They want to unleash the wrath of the infected on all the people who have caused them pain.

But even at this moment, someone was still looking at the fallen warrior on the ground.

He just squeezed in from behind the crowd to see what the monster looked like?

When he saw the body covered in weapons, he spat in disdain.

Bah, that's it?

The saliva splashed on the warrior's body, mixing with the rain falling from the sky.

The coward picked up the iron rod in his hand and was about to hit the noble body of the dead soldier.

It was at this time that a small voice was mixed in with the noise made by the infected.

laugh...

The voice was extremely small, but it was extremely clear in the noise.

Something seems to have been set on fire?

No one cared. They took one last look at the soldiers on the ground and prepared to leave immediately and attack the security line.

But just at this glance, I saw a little spark.

Why is there still fire? It's already raining.

An infected person looked at Mars and said curiously.

laugh.

It was sparks, it was fire.

There was nothing to burn when it ignited on the soldier's body, and no Molotov cocktails were thrown at it.

Even the fallen body was flashing with bright flames.

The flames jumped, igniting in the warrior's chest, and then spread to the whole body!

The flame followed the gauntlet, ignited the handle and the broken blade, and then extended upwards. A brand new blade was cast for this sword that was cleansed of rust by flames!

The flames ignited the weapons inserted into the warriors' bodies, and the iron blocks were tempered by the flames and melted into liquid, completing the warriors' armor.

Red lines spread from the chest, covering the warrior's body and entire armor.

The lines seemed to have life, they were breathing! Sometimes it's bright red, sometimes it's shiny yellow.

The molten iron that was burned into liquid went up along the lines of the body and cooled on the top of the helmet, forming strange lines.

boom!

Thunder exploded! It's pouring rain!

The rain fell on the flames, but the flames never dimmed!

boom!

This time, it wasn't thunder, but a blinding light!

ah!!

The infected were pushed away by this white light, and countless bodies flew back, knocking away the similar people surrounding them.

In their horrified gaze, the warrior who should have been dead grasped the blade that fell aside.

The flames scorched his body and evaporated the low raindrops in the sky.

There were several thunderclaps in the sky.

That was cheering.

Hail the return of the ancient being.

Unsung heroes awaken among the weak.

His knees were on the ground.

He propped himself up with his left hand.

He slowly climbed up from the ground.

Then, the undead opened his eyes.

But after that long darkness, there will be light flashing gently. It is a small flame, and it is also the remaining flame of the inheritance of the kings.

18. The man who inherits the flame

The flash of thunder is a spear piercing the sky, and it is also proof that the ancient existence has reappeared on the earth.

The cheers are endless.

Golden thunder and lightning exploded like fireworks, congratulating the wearer on his awakening.

The unknown hero stands among the weak, examining them with his sight.

Examine whether the world is the same as it was when he was sleeping.

...

The leader of the flame remained silent as countless memories flooded into his mind.

He looked to the north. Are the people on the distant frozen soil far away from the sight of the abyss and safe and sound?

He looked to the east. Did the rebels who were unable to control their own destiny put on shackles for the gods as they had vowed to do, and from then on controlled the fate of destiny with their own will?

He looked to the south again. Have the prey that were struggling to survive in the sea have broken free from the shackles of the deep sea and no longer have to close their eyes, ears, mouth and nose?

Are those comrades who fought alongside him and drank happily after victory still running for their ideals?

He lowered his eyes in despair.

How much time had passed since he last fell into deep sleep?

he does not know.

So his sorrow turned into raindrops. He roared angrily, and now thunder exploded.

boom!

A series of golden flashes of lightning fell from the sky and exploded around the King Hunter.

That is a deed that only exists in ancient legends, and disappeared in the long river of time after losing its existence and belief.

But as the hero awakens, those ancient deeds and legends reappear in the world.

Just because he is the source of that belief, just because he is the legend itself.

Now, the nameless king lowered his gaze around him.

Those despicable people who desecrate honor and heroic souls will pay the price for their ignorant and arrogant actions.

He raised his hand and the flame appeared.

He waved his hand, and his flesh and blood turned into ashes.

Red fire wheels flew from the blade made of blazing flames and passed through the crowd.

what is that!?

How do I know?! Run first anyway!

Why are you running! Even if I die here, I will make Victoria's people pay the price!

Didn't the king say that Victoria wouldn't have the power to resist? What is that!!

So hot! So hot! Ahhhh...

The scene was neither bloody nor hellish.

Just the cry of life coming to an end.

The body was burned by the hot flames, disintegrating inch by inch under the temperature.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, life is born from the soil and must return to the earth.

He stretched out his left hand, palm facing the sky.

The sky responded to his call, and the lightning returned to his palm amidst cheers and turned into his sharpest spear.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, throwing out thunder and lightning, and the dark clouds fought for him.

The rumbling waves of thunder passed through the dark clouds, raining down judgment on the cowards.

In just two attacks, countless lives were lost.

Those infected are both lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, they witnessed the ancient return on this night.

Unfortunately, on this night, they desecrated the ancient itself, and also tried to harm his heritage and erase his existence.

Everything in Victoria's life was clearly displayed in the mind of the undead at this moment.

He knew that if it weren't for the madness of these ignorant people, he would have fallen into a deep sleep in confusion and ignorance, unable to wake up.

He also knew that these infected people were trying to harm his friends and disciples.

If there is enough time, he will definitely find out who is causing the obstruction and allowing these irrational sick people to enter Londinium.

He had also felt the sight from the abyss in the center of the city.

The nameless hero glanced sideways, and there was a sight peeping in the gap, and he ran away in panic.

He should have wiped out that trace of danger with his own hands. However, malice from outside the world has arrived.

The dark clouds in the sky began to tremble, and he could clearly feel that the shadows of the old generation were aware of his presence and wanted to pass through the holes-filled barriers to make him pay for his past achievements.

If it were his old self, he would definitely ignore everything around him and fight to the death with this despicable guy.

He will drink its blood, and he will eat its flesh. He wants to turn the deep shadows that take away the afterglow of the world into the fuel of the new world.

But now...

strength.

The undead lamented softly.

The first flames are consuming the remaining brilliant souls. If there is no adequate preparation before this war. Even he himself can't guarantee that he will be the victor.

If this ancient flame is extinguished again and wants to be rekindled, how long will it be like to live in darkness?

Before leaving, he had to take care of everything he should do.