Ark of the Immortal

Then, accompanied by the roar of burning flames, a dazzling light turned into a solid object like a meteor, knocking open the thick black mirror.

In this completely dark space, the scorching sun falls.

The huge sun, with the power to burn the sky and boil the sea, made Melanza and Tracy's eyes burst into tears, and they had to close their eyelids.

The flame that burned everything was approaching her, and Melanza felt her body getting warmer and warmer.

A roar like a falling celestial body echoed in my ears.

There is also a call that only echoes in dreams, although the voice is still low and dry, like the rough surface of an old tree.

Melanza.

boom!

The scorching sun fell, crushing the black mud where Melanza was and then completely exploded.

The surging thunder and lightning and the scalding flames once again destroyed Tracys' newly condensed body at the moment of contact.

In the brilliance of the scorching sun, he even had to return to his physical form and hide in embarrassment behind large pieces of gravel on the ground.

After the smoke clears.

Melanza lay in a generous embrace.

The flames swept across and spread out to the surroundings like a sea of ​​fire.

The black mist fled in fear, but could not avoid the remaining power from the ancient king.

The flowing magma outlined complex patterns on his armor, condensed upwards, and crowned him in thunder and fire.

Can you still stand firm?

The voice was a little gentle, which did not match the stern tone in Melanza's memory.

But she was still stunned for a moment and then nodded naively.

Then, wait for me.

The undead held the spiral sword with one hand and gently put Melanza down.

Then, he turned around and faced the tiny crack in the air.

The scattered filth had to throw away the old body during the burning.

The power derived from pure flames made him recall the war that took place before his generation at this moment.

But the light and temperature in front of him were definitely not comparable to that of the king at that time.

The faint light that bloomed from the first fire has become a prairie fire.

The re-condensed palm seemed to have countless living maggots squirming inside, with bumps protruding from the skin.

Then, it opened its palm and continued to enlarge in everyone's eyes.

This will to devour the world is the manifestation of the original desire of the abyss, and it is also one of the powers of the gods of the abyss.

However, the undead stared at the darkness in front of him, and he raised his head slightly.

I seem to have remembered it.

At first, the sound was not loud.

Like a little light dancing in an oil lamp.

But the sound covered the dark palm inch by inch.

Then, the explosive flames tore open several gaps in the overwhelming darkness, completely crushing the fragile curtain!

It's you!

The king who was recognized by the First Fire raised his head and looked directly at the tattered palm of the god with anger in his eyes.

He recognized it.

This despicable thief before me.

Wasn't he one of the many cowards hiding behind the waves of the abyss in that war!

On the battlefield paved with corpses, the hero only glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and they retreated in fear.

At that time, they shouted excitedly in the huge waves that drowned the flames, and drank their own flesh and blood.

This unforgettable hatred finally found a concrete outlet today.

The so-called gods of the abyss are just remnants of those previous generations.

The despicable people who surrendered to their own desires and cowardice and couldn't bear the slightest resistance became the first people to devour the food.

Now, in the change of generations, relying on gluttony and slavery, he has become a high-ranking god.

Now, you still dare to appear in front of him!

The spiral sword exploded with a huge amount of flames, and the flames wrapped around the sword lengthened inch by inch. The steel condensed into a new form in the flames.

The thick blade of the sword was held in the hands of the undead. He jumped up, and his body was lifted up by the light made of thunder and lightning.

In the past, the palace filled with black mist had been completely devoured by flames.

Like a rising star, spreading its own flames wantonly.

The dazzling body spanned the huge gap between the two in an instant.

The sword was swung down, and amid the explosive roar, the flames spread into huge waves, tearing apart the shallow protection of the palm.

The curved sword body stirred and burned wantonly in the body made of black mud.

With just one blow, the god's hand completely shattered and crumbled.

Wailing in the sound of wordless pollution, becoming fuel for the flames in the ruthless burning of the first fire.

Under the suppression of the world barrier, the will of the gods is completely unable to prevail here.

And the fear of the tarsus dominated the remaining body. He desperately wanted to escape from here, completely forgetting that he was once a god on the sea of ​​​​the abyss, overlooking everything.

The remaining mud spots rushed towards the crack in space behind the Broken Throne like a bereaved dog.

At the same time, the space cracks are closing inch by inch, and the originally broken space fragments also appear from the void and return to the cracks.

The undead raised his eyes slightly, and his figure turned into flowing fire and disappeared on the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already at the closed crack.

A piece of black mud the size of a palm was forcibly cut off by a gauntlet burning with fire.

The broken will contained in it was burned and devoured by the first fire in the howl.

I should be glad that I haven't found your way yet.

The undead lowered his head and looked directly at the festering mud ball in his hand.

You should remember my anger.

The fire was lifted up.

At this moment, the sun in the sky has been eclipsed.

A new sun rises with the body of black mud as fuel.

Under the terrifyingly calm eyes of the undead, he slowly moved his hand closer to the crack in space.

The crack was also distorted by the terrifying temperature, and its recovery speed was slowed down.

The blazing sun in the palm was slowly stuffed into the crack.

Just after being tainted with the breath of that space for a moment, countless frightened screams squeezed into the space here along the cracks in the space.

The flame that has existed since the beginning is also the rekindled king's fire.

It left a ray of light of its own in that dark world.

The fire will not disappear until it burns out the sea of ​​the abyss.

And this will also become a beacon for the undead to find it.

After that, even on the other side of time. This beacon will forever be imprinted in the bones of the despicable person who claims to be a god.

Until the flames turn it into permanent firewood.

The space crack finally got rid of the flames. Under the influence of the first fire, it healed rapidly until it completely closed, cutting off the connection between the two planes.

The undead stood on the throne, looking down at the sword in his hand.

The only remaining members of the Abyss are hidden in the rubble under the throne.

His body had lost the ability to tremble, and was silent in the shadows covered by the towering throne.

Tracy wanted to straighten up and say something.

He felt he should say something.

But what could he say?

Even now, the real king has not even looked at him directly.

Tracy took a deep breath and tried to suppress the fear in his heart.

Under the suppression of the world barrier, the body of the Son of the Abyss could not last long, and he had to re-condensate into a human body.

He was about to straighten up and shout towards the True King.

The undead man tilted his head slightly.

He hung the spiral sword by his side and said.

Straight thrust.

Tracy's mind went blank for a moment, and then there was a terrifying sound of breaking through the air.

The straight knife tore through the air and hit the man's chest.

Traces stirred and pulled out his own sword from the void with his right hand.

But the sword was already scarred.

The girl's eyes regained their agility.

But there was no joy of victory, but a little shyness and nervousness.

At this time, just behind the girl, the undead standing on the broken throne turned his attention to Melanza.

Take it up, turn around and cut.

Melanza decisively turned the straight knife against the sword body and drew it upward across Tracy's palm just like the action described by her teacher.

Tracys couldn't dodge, and a little finger was cut off from the palm of her hand that had transformed into a human form.

The girl turned back and moved forward, continuing to get closer to Tracy. The huge slashing angle accumulated by turning her body also allowed the straight knife to cut across a long distance before slashing towards Tracy's waist with great force.

Ding! Ding!

Dodge to the left, step forward to draw the sword, step forward to slash diagonally, press the sword to stab horizontally...

One sentence after another spewed out from the immortal's mouth.

Melantha faithfully followed the undead man's instructions and attacked Tracys again and again.

At this moment, Melantha's eyes had completely disappeared from Tracys.

She just felt like she was back when she was a child.

Melantha still remembered that afternoon.

The noble girl placed five gold coins in front of the silent undead.

From then on, the immortals never lacked good firewood in their homes in Victoria.

It was also after that that there was a girl who studied hard in Immortal's family.

But no matter how hard she works, she will always fall behind the teacher's instructions.

Because of her physical condition, she didn't have much strength to hold the straight knife in her hand.

Training day after day always makes her physically exhausted.

But those were indeed Melanza's happiest days.

You don't have to worry about whether you fit in with a rich lady in the traditional sense, and you don't have to constrain your behavior.