Ark of the Immortal

There was a strange compassion in the words of that black figure.

It was as if he could sense what the fire girl was thinking and understand the torture she was undergoing now.

You know it yourself, we will find you and find out why we chose you.

If you didn't belong to us and should be the mother of the abyss, why would I bother to stay here to persuade you.

He stood up and came to the fire girl.

The age of fire has ended. It is the residue in the sand river of the past time, an illusion that can never be recovered.

However, for you, it is a shackle that binds you to a meaningless mission.

The responsibilities given by the dead gods are not the path you choose. People will be born and die, and they will have their responsibilities.

The black shadow stretched out his hand to the fire girl. He tried to touch the fire girl while speaking in a very bewitching tone.

Look, you are now bound by the mission of a long-dead god. Even after tens of millions of years, you are still trapped in such a small place.

Your world should be broader. There is no need to be afraid of darkness. It is already a part of you. Embrace the shadow in your heart and know your current mission.

Just when his hand was about to touch the fire-tie girl, a light of fire suddenly appeared from his fingertips.

In fear and panic, the figure wrapped in darkness took several steps back.

The twisted shadows all over his body squirmed, wrapping all the firelight at his fingertips.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the flame gradually disappeared in the lightless darkness, leaving only the long-lasting pain lingering on the fingertips.

I know that what you want is just something that belongs to him.

The fire girl raised her head, the blindfold on her head covering her eyes.

The white hair on the head is also slightly withered.

But her tone was still so demure and indifferent.

Do you still remember how greedy and crazy you were when you were sharing the power that belonged to him?

No, no, no, you have to understand a basic concept, it doesn't belong to him!

The black figure seemed to be almost unable to stabilize its body under the burning of the fire.

Even the tone of his mouth seemed to be suppressing anger and resentment, and his voice became sharp unconsciously.

This book belongs to me! It's mine! Mine!

Suddenly, in the fireless sacrificial site, shadows and depths swayed, gradually rising up against the edge of the sacrificial site, trying to cover everything.

The surging darkness also gradually climbed up along the skirt of the fire girl.

But after climbing only a few centimeters, he was blocked there by an invisible force.

The swaying depths wriggled irregularly at the corners of the skirt, trying to break through the resistance and reach straight into the woman's heart, drowning her.

But the fire girl still lowered her eyes slightly, as if looking at the creeping darkness on the ground with compassion, and then she closed her eyes slightly.

After a short period of anger, the black shadow gradually calmed down and calmed down.

He stretched out his hand, straightened his blown brain, and stuffed the blown things back into the head-shaped object bit by bit.

Very good, very good. There is still a considerable amount of strength left in your body. Is this the confidence you have been able to sustain until now?

He tried to sound decent and less explicit.

But the greed in his tone was as conspicuous as a black stain in clear water.

It's okay, it's okay. Be patient, I can be patient.

As if he was persuading himself, several different voices suddenly appeared in his voice, and they merged into one in the last two words.

You are the Mother of the Abyss, and you will eventually know your responsibilities.

When you awaken, you will regret how much of your power you have wasted now.

His voice also gradually lowered, whispering softly in the woman's ears.

How long can you hold on?

His tone gradually calmed down, with a slight hint of temptation and ridicule.

I'm looking forward to seeing you wake up in the abyss.

The fire girl just put her hands on her legs and sat demurely.

And under her hands, she held a badge in her palm.

She held the badge's hand and applied force unconsciously, as if she wanted to embed the badge into her flesh.

Outside the sacrificial site is an endless ocean of yellow sand and black slime.

This is the scene manifested by the holy objects, the heroic spirits who exist here, and the eternal battlefield.

Did I feel the ground shake just now?

The knight in armor put away his sword and shield, and looked back at the Fire Transferring Sacrificial Site, which stood silently in the boundless yellow sand.

Just beside him, another warrior hit an unknown object made of black slime with a hammer. After smashing the originally hard carapace, he put away the hammer.

Yes, you felt it right, I felt it too. The ground shook. It must be that the guy inside was angry again.

The warrior's left hand had been wrapped in the surging depth, but it stopped on his forearm, unable to go any further.

The knight glanced at the warrior's arm and asked consciously or unconsciously.

How much longer?

I can hold on until you are executed.

Tsk, you're very tough-talking.

The knight shook his head, he was too lazy to argue with the fool next to him. Turning around, he sat down next to another body that had not yet disappeared.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he whispered.

If you can't hold it anymore, remember to tell me.

The warrior also imitated the knight, smashed his warhammer on the ground, and sat down next to the corpse.

The same to you.

So, the two fell into silence again.

And just around them, there were many warriors like this.

They may have staffs or swords in their hands.

Or use your own fists to kill the monsters trying to go to the sacrificial site halfway.

And just on the other side of the horizon, countless creeping darkness is gradually moving along the flying yellow sand.

Like a tide that has been slowed down countless times, counting down to the end of the world.

This is a world among sacred objects, a world that has lost the concepts of time and space.

Tell me again about that descendant of yours.

The knight whispered. He took out the knife from his waist and gently carved a picture on his trophy armor.

That's right, you were the one who was qualified to participate before, but was beaten back when you went out.

I've told you dozens of times, why are you still not tired of hearing it?

This warrior who was good at using heavy hammers took off his helmet, and he looked somewhat similar to Morton.

The knight rolled his eyes.

Parishur, don't think that I don't know. You guys want to nag me about this matter anytime and anywhere. Isn't it just that you have a good descendant? What is there to say? Do you believe that the next time I compete with you, I will be my son? Here comes the challenge!”

Then wait until your descendants come.

A smile appeared on the face of the heavy hammer warrior known as Parisheur unconsciously.

At least, I got my head smashed with a hammer. Do you know what this means? It means that the kid is stronger than me, more damn powerful than me.

Parisure stretched.

It's cool.

The knight could only tut and tilt his head in displeasure.

There really wasn't much he could do against this old guy.

But there was no one else to talk to.

Twelve companions came with them. In this endless battle, ten people fell.

Only the two of them were left struggling to hold on.

Is this a form of confinement? The Cavaliers don't think so.

Rather than dying meaninglessly on the hospital bed, it was his honor to be able to reawaken in a sacred object and participate in this sacred battle.

What's more, it's their own choice. The relics did not force them.

Even though he has been fighting for more than a hundred years.

Now, the soldier beside him also had his arm injured by those guys in this endless battle. If the power of the holy object hadn't suppressed it, I'm afraid that what was standing in front of him now would be a monster that had lost its mind.

They agreed to die together here. Therefore, he will never die in a disgraceful way.

When the blackness spread to his neck, it was when his companion's sword pierced his body.

This is an agreement between them.

If anyone really loses his mind, it's time for him to leave.

Sleeping on this eternal battlefield is not a blessing.

The knight lowered his head, and the knife carved a portrait on his armor. It was a cute little girl with a sweet smile.

He still remembered the way his little granddaughter cried. He smiled happily amidst her cries, then fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.

Parishur, you old guy, don't leave too early.

uh-huh.

The warrior put his hands on the back of his neck, stared at the lightless sky, and responded in a low voice.

the same as you.

...

This is a journey with no end.

Most of the people walking with the fire girl fell on the road.

Before losing consciousness, their bodies were pierced by their companions' weapons, ending their lives.

After the flames disappeared, many originally immortal beings also lost their immortal power.

Resting forever, for them, is an ending worthy of celebration.

They traveled to many places, and many of the people they met had the same purpose, to go to the legendary new world.

The painting world of ashes is a place that can carry people through the end of the world. It is also the last gift left by the king to the people of this generation.

Of course, some people choose to give up on moving towards eternal stability and instead pursue that moment of fire. Joined the team of fire girls.

They left many marks that can resist the abyss, hoping that someone will stand up from this land after the darkness.

This is not an obsession, but an ideal based on a token from the future.

They believed it, just as the lady said.

After the endless darkness, a flame will rise quietly. It is the beginning of all things, and it is also the remaining fire passed down by the kings.

So, the abyss submerged everything.

In the endless darkness, everyone lost the concept of time.

Eldridge, the profound saint of the Age of Fire, had seen its coming.

Deep Sea Age.

An era without fire and light.

The abyss walks on the earth without any light spots.