Ark of the Immortal

The bell in the immortal's hand gradually turned into powder and scattered in the wind.

Only the small piece of iron in the middle remained in the undead man's hand.

And when the entire bell collapsed, the iron block in the undead man's hand lit up.

A faint blue light lit up in the undead's hand, allowing the undead to fully understand what this aura was.

This is magic, magic with the soul as the driving force.

In the faint blue light, there is a line of fonts that appears out of thin air.

As a bounty hunter constantly wandering around the continent of Terra, Skadi has seen countless languages ​​and consulted countless information.

But she still couldn't understand that line of words, and she didn't even feel familiar at all.

This is not an existing language on Terra.

But the immortal man looked at this line of text attentively. He recognized what it was and knew the message it wanted to express.

The faint blue font existed in the air for about ten seconds before disintegrating again.

Even the small piece of iron turned into dust and dispersed in the strong wind near the top of the mountain.

What's this?!

Skadi looked at the undead man in confusion, hoping to seek answers from him.

Are you telling you something? Is it related to gods?

No wonder Skadi is so out of control. If it is related to the gods, will Skadi be able to communicate with the gods? Will she have to rely on the undead? !

Can the answer she tried so hard to seek from the gods be known through the undead?

But the undead man shook his head.

I have no idea.

He pointed to the top of the mountain and said.

Just now, that line of text just told me. Go to the top of the mountain, there is someone waiting for me.

He looked at Skadi again.

This is magic. It's a way of leaving a message.

Skadi's mood gradually stabilized. She glanced at the undead man's palm and then looked at the room at the top of the holy mountain.

It's not that long from there, there's still a while, there's still a while to go...

The undead man clapped his hands and shook off the remaining powder from his hands.

Let's go, follow her.

The two continued climbing up the hillside, following Enya.

As the sun shone on her body, Enya lowered her head and stared at the steps in front of her as she walked forward step by step.

She started to shake the bell mechanically in her hand, and every time she raised her head to look up at the Holy Mountain, everything in front of her became blurry.

The warmth brought by the sun seemed to whisper to her.

Stop, take a break, it doesn't matter if you go again later.

But this was only false security after all. Once Enya decided to follow the call in her heart and sit by the road to rest, she would not be able to wake up within half an hour.

To become a saint, you can only do it in one go.

The skin has withstood the torture of the wind and snow all night, and now it is exposed to the sun again.

Sweat seeped from his skin, streaked down his cheeks, and fell into the snow.

The sweat that continued to seep out at this time once again squeezed Enya's little physical strength.

His lips were chapped, his eyes were dazed, and his legs were as heavy as lead.

Every step forward is a rebellion against life and instinct.

She was just like this, moving forward step by step, climbing the mountain step by step.

Until the sun came to the middle of the sky and the strong wind stopped for her.

She raised her legs again, wanting to step onto a higher step.

But he suddenly lost his strength and fell to the flat ground.

Enya calmed down for a while, and then she realized that she was actually leaning on a flat surface.

When she looked up again, Enya could no longer see the stairs.

She stood up and looked around with all her strength.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, smoke is lingering, and the mountain peaks are looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

The dazzling sun coexisted with the deep blue sky, and she couldn't open her eyes when the sun shone brightly.

Now, she has reached the top of the holy mountain and arrived at the abode of God.

Although there is still some height at the top, when Enya looks back, an ancient house is standing there.

The building was quite similar to Kjerag's building, with formal eaves and vertical roofs.

The surroundings of the house are luxuriously decorated, and there are smooth roads to match.

It looks like a small palace in the mountains, but it is a little more primitive and mysterious.

At this time, there was a wooden frame placed at the door of the house.

The hook on the wooden frame was the same size as the hole in the handle of the bell in Enya's hand.

She limped forward, clutching in her hands the bell that had been ringing during the trial.

The wooden frame was right in front of her, and the end of the road she was walking on was right here.

Enya, who had already exceeded her limit, held the Holy Spirit in her trembling hands and hung the bell on the wooden frame.

Without any resistance, the bell seemed to be sucked up and almost fell out of Enya's hand.

And the moment the bell was hung on the wooden frame, a dazzling light lit up from deep in the house.

Squeak...

The wooden door opened automatically when no one was around, and light shot out from the room and rushed towards the bell in front of Enya!

Ding!

A clear ringing sound came from the bell, and the ringing sound was deafening to Enya's ears, making her brain confused.

The sound that Enya made before when she shook it was like the sound of a mosquito before this loud noise.

The sound of the bell cleared away the ice crystals around the house, and went all the way down the mountain road, rushing towards the snow.

It is to announce that someone has completed the saint's trial, and a new saint is born.

And Enya's eyes were dazzled, and her whole body seemed to have lost strength.

She fell backwards and was about to fall to the ground!

One hand reached out and caught Enya, preventing her from landing on her head.

The gray-white gauntlet took out a needle, opened the protective cap on the front of the needle, and inserted the thin needle into Enya's shoulder.

As the injection was injected, Enya's pale face gradually turned rosy, and her breathing gradually became steady.

It should have worked.

After all the injections were injected, the man pulled out the needle and threw it to the ground next to him.

Hold her, go to the side, under the tree, and lie down for a while.

The undead man handed Enya to Skadi behind him, and Skadi took Enya carefully.

The undead man stood up from where he was and looked at the building in front of him and the bell on the wooden frame.

As if feeling the gaze of the undead, the bell trembled slightly, just like a human being, as if he was witnessing something excited.

The immortal was speechless. He approached the bell and stretched out his hand.

jingle--

The bells jumped for joy, ringing with joy at the touch of the undead.

Then, a faint blue light lit up.

The light stirred up the surrounding clouds and stirred up strong winds.

There was also boundless wind and snow rising with the strong wind, sweeping across the entire divine residence.

Skadi was putting Enya down when she looked back and saw the wind and snow coming.

But the snowstorm didn't come because of her.

She saw with her own eyes that the wind and snow rolled towards the undead man, completely losing his figure.

The strong wind and snowflakes swirled around the undead, blocking the undead's sight so that he could not see anything except the snowflakes.

At this time, he only felt that he was being carried by something, soaring up and going somewhere else.

And it was in this sweeping wind and snow that the undead heard a voice in a trance.

That soft murmur is the sigh of the left behind who is watching alone, and it is also the joy of the hopeful who is waiting for the end.

Ah...it's you.

Lord Ashes.

84. Please, light the flame, just in case

(Recommended BGM for this chapter: Slave Knight Gael, the Gael boss song in the Dark Souls 3 DLC Ring Seal City)

This is...blood...

There were still blood stains on his gray beard from eating flesh, and his withered face was hard to recognize from its original appearance.

The old and numb voice rang in the ears of the unknown hero, and he was silent not knowing how to respond.

The sword held tightly in his hand trembled for a while, then he used force again, moving forward and digging into the chest of the old knight again.

Red blood dripping with black light eroded the originally shining sword, as if it was emitting a mournful wail.

The undead took a deep breath.

Well, I saw it.

Bring it to...eldest lady...

The knight wearing a scarlet hood has lost his own mind. He just repeated his last thoughts and words before losing his mind.

Let...Miss, draw...

laugh.

The undead drew out his sword and reached out to catch the old knight who was weakly falling to the ground.

He gently took the old knight's shoulders and slowly lowered him to the ground. He lay down in the endless sea of ​​sand and stared at the already deep sky.

Ah...it's blood...

jingle.

The sword held tightly in his hand also fell to the ground as his body became cold.

The sword was originally used for execution, but after endless battles, part of the blade was broken.

The blade of the sword was pitted and stained with bloody rust and darkness.

The undead knelt gently beside him, holding up the blood that was almost solidified in his gauntlet.

It is the depth itself, no longer simply as blood, but as a container of dark souls.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge amount of dark souls could actually exist in one person.

However, this is only the paint of desire and the fuel of hope.

Where does the story begin?

When the undead awakened again, on his way to find King Xin, he met this slumped old knight in a church.