Ark of the Immortal

It was his father's voice, whispering in his ear.

Qing'er, come here.

Then, a look of light appeared in his eyes again, and Li Qing ran towards the only light.

An ideal never betrays the believer who holds it high.

Just behind Li Qing, many sergeants who had followed Li Qing all their lives took out a jar from the military bag behind them, which was obviously larger than the others.

What's this?

The undead don't know what's inside. It's like he still doesn't know many of Dayan's customs.

Wengstein led his Great Yan army to surround the entire True Fire and formed a line of defense to ensure that the demons attacking from all directions could not prevent General Li Qing from holding the fire ceremony.

And those sergeants who had been hiding in the middle of the team and had not actually participated in the battle were holding the jars in their arms. Like Li Qing, he followed him towards the real fire.

Do you still remember what I told you before? The souls of those dead soldiers reside in the bodies of past generations of generals.

Ling came to the immortal man at the right time and solved his doubts.

But the souls left in the general's body. Even among all soldiers, there are souls that have been eaten away by the abyss, leaving only a few residues.

There are only a few soldiers who can actually recover the remains and find out their identities. There are countless dead soldiers whose bodies were eaten by demons. When they went to recover them, only the armor and weapons were left. and a small amount of flesh and blood fragments.”

The soldiers guarding the border have always had a tradition. After their bodies are cremated, their ashes will be divided into two parts of different sizes.

The larger portion will be sent back to your hometown and buried with your ancestors, while the smaller portion will be mixed with the ashes of your colleagues and comrades-in-arms.

After the ashes were mixed, some of them were scattered on the border with the hands of the generals. They were buried in the Qingshan Desert and guarded the northern border of Great Yan together with the subsequent soldiers.

The last small part will be preserved, and the ashes of the sergeants who die every year will fill a whole jar.

And it has been more than thirty years since the last fire ceremony.

There were thirty-eight sergeants behind Li Qing, and these thirty-eight sergeants opened the jars in their hands.

In the jar, the gray-white ashes were raised by the shouts of fighting in the cave and the cold wind brought by the weapons.

And the moment Li Qing came to the real fire and stepped into the abyss, the sergeants turned over the jars in their hands.

In an instant, the dust poured down and hit the ground, mixing with the viscous abyss pouring out from the well of the abyss, once again deepening the viscosity of the dark black liquid.

Li Qing stared at the real fire in front of him.

The clear light dispelled the confusion and uneasiness in his eyes, igniting all the turbidity. It also ignited the desire in his heart.

Right in front of his eyes, the flame that had protected Great Flame for thousands of years was burning and dancing in front of his eyes, as if comforting his soul that was about to return to the earth.

At this moment, Li Qing's mind was extremely clear. He could clearly feel every inch of his body, those bodies that had been transformed into insects and beasts, and those flesh and blood that had been eroded by the abyss.

And, at some point, Li Qing raised his hand that touched the real fire, and the flames began to burn on his flesh and blood along his arm, as well as the pain caused by the burning.

Li Qing knew that his desires and obsessions were not so great or noble.

In the eyes of the general, perhaps he was also fragile and could not compare with so many warriors he met.

His life was so short that as a general, he failed to enjoy the glory and wealth. However, he was already prematurely aged at the age of seventy, far below the average line of natural aging and death.

But now he is not alone.

He could feel the howls of the demonic aura hidden in his body from every part of his body, causing him pain.

He could also hear the happy laughter of his comrades who died in front of him.

They chanted, paying high respect to the real fire in front of them.

At this moment, all the past, all the figures in this short seventy years, all overlapped before his eyes.

Father, why are you leaving? Can't you stay with me?

Wow, this picture book of a god shooting stars is so beautiful. How did you draw it?

I won't paint anymore. Father, I want to practice martial arts.

I have memorized the key points of the Li family gun, but no matter how I use it, I can't feel the so-called smooth flow.

Yes, Li Qingding will live up to the general's trust and guard the border of our country, Dayan, and will not let the monsters enter our country.

Comrades, come with me to kill the evil spirits and defend our mountains and rivers!

From an ordinary innocent child, to being taught by his father and taking over the military talisman, he endured all the evil thoughts on this battlefield.

In this life, Li Qing was just following in the footsteps of his father and the footsteps left by his ancestors.

Great Yan people never feel sorry for their destined death.

That is their destination and their innate desire.

Li Qing's whole body was burning with fire, and the abyss aura in him was boiling and he wanted to escape.

But Li Qing used his clear will to imprison these sins and darkness in his body.

Thirty-eight years of stock, thirty-eight years of casualties, at this moment, are dedicated to the flame that has protected the Great Flame for thousands of years.

This is the fire ceremony.

I feed the fire with my body and prolong my great flames for eternity.

And Li Qing did not feel regretful about this.

Because he knows that he is not the only one who has such an ideal.

It's in his body, it's in the soldiers behind him, it's in the entire Great Flame.

There are countless other selves, thousands of Great Yan people who have the same desires as him.

Like themselves, they will dedicate everything they have to the country that gave birth to him and raised him.

The flame condensed above the well of the abyss continued to expand on top of this pure and solid firewood.

The flame seemed to have its own emotions and consciousness. Every spark that jumped made the sea of ​​abyss curled up under the first fire and constantly overflowing more fearful.

It is the pain engraved deep in the soul, the humiliation brought about by thousands of years of suppression.

And it doesn't even know that this is not just the power left by the Lord of Fire.

How ridiculous is the so-called curse in the eyes of mortals who live forever?

They had already shattered their so-called destiny.

From then on, fate was like the clown they called it, only worthy of cursing anxiously from the sidelines.

It's so warm...

The flames had already reached his neck, and it would only take a moment for the veteran to be completely enveloped.

But he ignored the maddening pain.

With a smile on his lips, Li Qing opened his insect-like arthropod arms, opening everything about himself to the pure fire that continued to burn.

As a result, the flames covered and burned him, connecting the firewood he brought with him to the other side called ideal.

That was the end he was looking forward to.

With the disappearance of Li Qing, the power brought by the firewood completely restored the true fire power guarding this place.

The extremely concentrated fire storm continues to compress inside the flame.

Countless demons retreated in fear, screaming and running away.

Even the viscous depth in the Well of the Abyss is declining rapidly.

They can all feel the huge amount of energy flowing like a river in the originally dry flame.

But, it's too late.

The light lit up everything in everyone's eyes, and turned into shining gold, completely occupying their sight.

Then, there were white lights everywhere and the sound of exploding sparks echoing in the ears.

Thirty-eight years of long-cherished wish came true.

Since the end of the storm that swept through the entire Ten Thousand Demons Cave, many people have not yet recovered.

Ling stared blankly at the real fire burning quietly in the air.

The real fire has experienced an explosion, but it is still burning brightly, and the dazzling light seems to have never dimmed.

The entire surface of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave seemed to have undergone a layer of cleansing, with no black energy or demons present anymore.

All the filthy things were washed away in the flames and became the nourishment for the flames to burn.

The familiar atmosphere also remains in the flame.

Ling Neng clearly felt that as Sui himself, the ancient divine power had been completely integrated with the first fire left by the undead, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

That is the flame, my best wishes to the warriors fighting in the abyss.

After Wenstein was shocked for several minutes, he exhaled a breath and said with half admiration and half admiration.

It's so beautiful...

Yes, has he ever seen such a scene?

Should I call it reckless or arrogant?

On that ancient god-killing battlefield, the figure covered in flames cut off the shackles that the gods from the abyss had put on the food in their eyes.

And now, it is these mortals who, with their efforts from generation to generation, and the lives and wisdom of countless people, have in turn put shackles on the long-dead gods.

This is Dayan's own way of fighting against fate. Even in the thousands of years since the immortals left, they have never given up their resistance.

It turns out that there are still such beautiful things in this land called Terra.

Just seeing it makes people tremble all over and unable to control themselves.

This is a reality that even the great powers of the Age of Fire cannot achieve.

That Lothric who falsely claims to be the land of fire. Even his two princes betrayed the path of spreading fire.

But this country composed of mortals can achieve such great things.

Even Wengstein couldn't help but clasp his hands in admiration.

Go in peace.

Nian was also heartbroken by the heroic nature of this fire sacrifice.

Looking back on myself, the so-called resistance to fate seems so helpless and ridiculous compared with their efforts.

Mortals taught the gods a lesson.

It is to face your own desires and face everything about yourself. Even in the face of suffering, he never bowed his head and used his fists to crush that ridiculous fate.

Tears fell from the corners of Chen's eyes, even though she grew up in Longmen and studied abroad in Victoria.

But the blood of Great Yan in his bones cannot be replaced.

This is my hometown and the great cause achieved by my colleagues.

The immortal was speechless for a long time, leaving only a sigh.

He lowered the palm that recovered the flame.

This is the effort of mortals, a line of defense forged by their souls.

If he really wanted to ruthlessly take away everything from them, wouldn't he be denying their efforts so far?

These mortals, in their own way, gave a satisfactory answer to the divine general who helped them unshackle themselves.

In this way, if the undead agrees with this kind of fire transmission, it will not lead to a desperate ending.

Okay, the ceremony is over...

Ling took a deep breath. Although she was still a little indulged in the shock just now, she had to face reality.

Now, there are still three observed passages in the road below the cave entrance, and we still have to solve them.

Onstein came to his senses and tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.

However, the following should be...

Well, there's also the abyss.

The undead did feel the remaining aura of the abyss beneath the cave entrance.

How can the abyss accumulated over tens of millions of years be eliminated with a single explosion? At most, this will remove some of the influence of the past thirty-eight years. There are still three channels, and countless demons are waiting for them to fall into the trap.