Ark of the Immortal

However, Kelsey responded with a serious look, seemingly questioning what they wanted to do.

Uh...it's nothing, I just feel more comfortable.

Greyhound and W breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, seeing the familiar Kelsey, and they didn't know why. Instead, I felt that Kelsey in such a serious state was just right.

Since there is nothing wrong, let's continue setting off, but don't forget our purpose.

Kelsey sighed, overturned the brief confrontation with one final word, and took the initiative to move forward.

Greyhound and W followed without hesitation, and Gladia also followed Kelsey's pace after thinking briefly.

Only Ulbian.

Ulbian stared at Kelsi's back.

He didn't know why, but he felt that this woman's personality had changed dramatically in an instant.

This is when Ulbian truly realized that this woman was the woman who confronted him outside the main camp that night.

Under the barrier of the world, the apostle from the abyss and the guardian of the flame are still facing off.

As the last sorcerer, Cormacus possesses power that no one could have predicted.

The source of its power is the First Fire burning quietly under the barrier of the world. If you want to break through his defense, you must suppress the flame head-on.

The two Pardoners could only continue to expand the opening of the Abyss' Nest, summoning more and more Abyss creations from it.

Trasis seems to have acquiesced in such behavior, not caring about the loss of creation in the Abyssal Nest.

In other words, in his balance, this kind of loss is not worth mentioning. As long as it can help Haihe complete their evolution, what does losing one or two Abyss Nests mean?

Just like this, an unimaginable low moan soon appeared in the opening of the abyss nest.

The phantom of Traces stood behind the two Pardoners, watching the creature soaked in the abyss slowly poke its head out of the opening of the Abyss Nest.

The body is composed of countless scales, and every inch of the scales is covered with pollution from the silt of the abyss.

As his figure emerged from the surface of the mud, the wings behind him also spread out in the air of Agor, setting off a gust of misty wind that suppressed the flames coming from the conjurer on the other side.

At this moment, what was displayed in front of everyone was a giant dragon that raised its head from the abyss.

It opened its red eyes, without any sense at all.

Even Cormacus couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it.

Ancient flying dragon?

Cormacus murmured in confusion.

The last flying dragon should not be killed by my apprentice...

No, this is not an ancient dragon, it is an aberration fed by the soul of the abyss.

As an ancient existence born from the abyss, Karula could see its essence at a glance.

The ancient dragon has no soul, but every inch of its body is filled with disgusting mixed humanity. It is a creature of the abyss that was hatched and fed through special techniques. It does not even have its own mind.

Yes, as Karula said, Tracys extended his tentacles into Victoria, and his purpose was not just to use this place as the first step to destroy Terra.

It is also for the dragon body stone hidden in Victoria.

Using the power of the Dragon Body Stone as an anchor, the shape of the flying dragon was outlined in the Nest of the Abyss, and an aberration was created by filling it with a huge amount of soul and humanity.

Although its essence is not different from the ancient dragon, it still has similar properties to the ancient dragon.

After this giant dragon from the abyss woke up from the nest of the abyss, it spread its wings without fear and crashed into the sea of ​​fire summoned by Cormacus.

Even the twisted soul is still extremely resistant to flames after absorbing the power of the Dragon Body Stone.

The flames that filled the sky could not really cling to the scales of the dragon's body.

The dark ancient dragon shuttled through the bright red and orange sea of ​​fire, and finally locked onto the bodies of Cormacus and Karula.

The crimson eyes shined brightly, and the broken wings behind them lifted their huge bodies into the sky. After circling in a circle, the two people aiming at the ground suddenly fell.

Between its smelly teeth, there is darkness ready to move.

The moment it got close to the ground, it opened its bloody mouth, and the darkness that turned into substance flowed out from it, completely covering Komikos and Karula.

But the profoundness that had turned into substance in the huge mouth did not erupt, but was withdrawn with a mournful cry.

boom!

No one saw clearly what happened, only the giant dragon flying in mid-air tilted its head. As if being hit by something, the originally majestic body lost all sense of oppression in that moment.

Like a puppy that fell into the water, it struggled in the air, its wings flapped, and hit the ground covered by the Abyss Nest heavily.

It was at this time that Cormicus and Karula saw it clearly.

On the huge dragon head, there was an arrow that was thicker than a human arm.

The huge arrow was inserted from one of the dragon's eyes, penetrated the entire dragon's head, and revealed a sharp point from the other eye.

In the ancient legend of the Age of Fire, Hawkeye Goff, one of the Four Horsemen of the King, had such an ability that he shot down countless dragons in the Dragon Hunting War.

But few people know that even though he is exiled and blind, Goff can still identify the direction only by the flow and sound of his breathing, pull a large bow several meters long, and shoot through the body of the ancient dragon hovering in the sky.

The person who had witnessed that scene was now standing on the top of the building in the distance.

The bowstring of the big bow in his hand was still trembling, and the armor-clad undead put away his shooting posture.

The big bow in his hand turned into sparks and reintegrated into his soul. His right hand was already touching the big sword behind him.

The swarm of sea heirs was at his feet, like a dangerous sea surface with surging undertows.

The speechless undead took off the sword, and flames instantly flowed on the sword body, illuminating a corner of the ocean.

He took a step forward and fell into the deep sea without hesitation.

Therefore, the sea was set on fire.

465. From now on, she will stay away from dreams. Eight thousand

I have forgotten since when, the connection between the undead and the First Fire has become closer and closer.

He has no memory of that period of time. Ever since he woke up in Victoria, he has passively learned about his past from others.

Whether it was the first reunion with Solar in Casimir, or witnessing the disappearance of the last scroll on the mountain top of Kalan.

The connection between the undead and the First Fire becomes increasingly clear as time goes by.

He could feel the first fire beating in his chest. But he didn't understand why Chu Huo chose him to become his incarnation.

The kings of Xin in the past dynasties all have their glorious epics. But most of these epics are buried in the dust of history.

Even the immortal was no exception. When he woke up for the second time and embarked on the road to finally end the flames, there were not many rumors left about him.

These histories are forgotten and become stepping stones to the future.

Just like Terra today, not many people know the history before Terra.

Those great achievements, those achievements passed down from generation to generation, were all dissipated little by little under the weight of war and survival.

But only fire.

Only Chu Huo still remembers, it still remembers the heroes who came to him and threw themselves into the flames.

Maybe people won't remember it anymore, but the flames will always see it in their eyes.

Whether it is the silent undead beside the bonfire or the kings burning quietly on the throne, it remembers every moment of life.

And only Huo Huo knew that there was absolutely no reason why his choice was wrong.

Because its choice is heaven's choice.

Perhaps no one has ever seen the sea set on fire.

Even the legendary magician could only marvel when seeing such a scene. Even the chaotic flames he summoned lost color in front of the light that lit up the sky.

In the large group of sea heirs that were as deep as the ink sea, a handful of flames unknowingly ignited the sea.

The flames originally fell into the turbulent waves, but they became more and more courageous as they were hit by the waves again and again.

He was not holding a legendary weapon, it was just a large sword made of ordinary pig iron. It was chosen by the undead because it was heavy enough.

But as the undead said, a hero's weapon is never good because of its own merit.

But because there are heroes using it, it has unique value.

The big sword was flying, and the flames clinging to the sword escaped from the blade.

Fine lava cracks are all over the sword body, as if it were alive. It lights up and disappears along with the flame patterns on the king's body, like a heavy breathing.

The flames that were thrown out continued to extend outward after being contaminated by the heirs from the deep sea.

At this moment, the identity of Haiji and the undead changed places.

The original undersea predator became the prey, and the silent warrior became the most ferocious hunter.

His fire is like a lamp, spreading light wantonly on the boundless seabed.

The greedy flames regard Hai Hei as the perfect fuel, and these bodies that have long been alienated and blessed by the abyss are the best fuel.

With each slash, more and more flames were thrown around.

Burning the sky and boiling the sea is nothing better than this.

Until the last sea heir blocking the view was cut in two by the blade of the great sword, the undead finally raised his head.

From the moment he appears until where he stops.

A passage hundreds of meters long was cleared like this.

Broken corpses and charcoal were all over the ground.

Flames clung to his path.

When he comes, he lights the way under his feet.

Even the heirs were no longer fierce, but silently stayed ten meters away from the group of corpses he had created.

At this time, the square was finally empty.

All that was left was the crackle of the flames.

The undead put away his sword, the flames on his body subsided slightly, and he stepped onto the ground covered with abyssal mud.

There were endless shouts and roars from under his feet.

This is the shrill cry of the soul and violent humanity that were dissolved in the silt of the abyss and burned in the flames that covered the undead's body.

Every time he took a step forward, the mud under his feet spread out automatically. The mud that didn't have time to spread out became firewood under his feet, igniting every inch of his footprints.

Until the undead came to the two guardians of the flame.

The warrior who had just started a killing spree among the sea heirs looked levelly at the two historical heroes in front of him.

He bent his legs, knelt on one knee, and lowered his unyielding head.

This was the first time since the undead man woke up that he lowered his head in salute.

Because standing in front of him was not only his old friend, but also his...

teacher.

The voice of the undead was uncannily similar to that of Cormacus, both of which seemed like dead branches that had been burned by flames.

But his voice was full of respect and longing.

Hey, my apprentice is back. It's good that he's still alive. It's good that he's alive.

The old conjurer's tone suddenly became relieved. Even his boring voice couldn't hide his tone like an old naughty boy.

Do you still know how to come back? You stupid disciple who deserves to be struck by lightning.

The heretic witch also had a little more pleasure in her mouth.

This was the first time in ten thousand years that she felt obviously happy.

At the end of the Age of Fire, when everything fell into deathly silence, the relationship between people had become extremely indifferent.

But it is this kind of apocalypse that can highlight the preciousness of a relationship.

The old sorcerer who was rescued from prison, and the heretic witch who accepted the request of the undead from prison.

During the time when the Fire Transferring Shrine performed its duties for the last time, the master-disciple bond witnessed has never been erased even in a new generation.