Ark of the Immortal

Ark of the Undead Author: Zi Yunxiao

Introduction:

"May you find a haven of rest."

The undead threw a piece of good wood into the fire in front of him and stretched.

He was still thinking about the salary Kelsey owed him, a box of emergency sanity solution.

In other words - a fully filtered mixture of humanity.

Volume One: The Favored Person

Preface: The End of the Age

Initial stove.

The black sun showed only a little bit of its afterglow, and the falling flames were like hot tears, an extension of the suffering shed by the world.

Countless weapons were scattered on the ground, like grass made of steel.

It is the last gift left in the world by those heroes who are not afraid of suffering and sacrifice their lives in order to inherit the fire of the world.

The silent King Xin lost his support and knelt on the ground weakly. The flame patterns on the crown above his head gradually disappeared.

A sharp blade passed through the belly of the flaming crowned one. The unknown hero held the handle and remained silent. At the last moment, he carefully looked at the incarnation of King Xin, who was several heads taller than him. He knew that these were just the phantoms of heroes from the past.

He even saw many familiar tricks in King Xin's attack moves.

Of course, the most familiar thing is the golden thunder and lightning scattered in the palm, which is the sacred thunder and lightning that appears in the oldest legend.

What is the significance of the journey you have taken along the way?

At this point, even he himself can't understand it.

Initially, just for the so-called mission and honor, in despair and numbness, I took over another person's dream and vowed to do for him what he could not accomplish.

Fighting his way out of the lowest level prison of the Northern Immortal Yard, he traveled to countless places along the way and saw people and things that he could not see in the Northern Immortal Palace until he lost his mind.

He once walked in the abyss and personally freed the irrational hero; he once faced the abyss and faced the deepest and darkest fear; he also met with the gods and saw the glorious phantom of the ancient gods; he also plucked up the courage to help his friends With the help of the God King, he took over the weight of the world from the hands of the God King with the sword and shield in his hand, and broke free from the shackles of the curse.

When he was awakened from the coffin again, he followed the most primitive desire for fire in his heart, followed the footsteps of the prophecy, and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar world again.

On the second journey, starting from the cemetery where he was buried, he watched the painful cries of those who asked him to inherit the flame, and also heard the living corpses who could not bear the pain of the world and shouted for destruction.

He killed the followers of the hero, swore an oath before fighting them, and abided by the creed of fighting against the abyss; he put an end to the monsters that sullied the name of the gods, ate the souls of the man-eating monsters, and buried the glory of the past gods. ; He knocked down the last giant king, raised his glass after battle after battle, and helped his friends fulfill the promise he made; he also passed through the cannibal city, walked through thousands of stairs, and ended the two princes. Broken body.

And in the end, all he could see were phantoms from the past.

laugh.

The unknown hero drew his long sword. The sword was full of cracks and held up precariously during the battle.

The body made of flames eventually turned into flying sparks, and the souls of the strong men of all ages poured into his body, but the undead did not feel the slightest joy of victory.

He put the long sword into its sheath and hung the scratched shield back on his back. The undead took off his helmet, revealing a face that seemed to be supported only by a skeleton and skin. The eyes that should have been shining with flames of power were so dry that they could no longer shine at all.

Although he broke free from the shackles of the curse, he once again shouldered the fate of being an immortal on the way to completing his so-called mission.

This journey was too long, and his memory and consciousness had been worn away too much.

The undead lowered his head and looked at the two glowing sigils on the ground, lighting up one of them.

It’s not that I want to find someone to make the choice for me, but I want to listen to someone else’s voice before making a choice.

The light dissipated, and her long silver hair fell down, and her eyes were covered by a crown-like eyepatch. She is the current fireproof girl who serves heroes, and perhaps the last one.

"Lord Ashes?"

"Um."

The undead responded softly. His withered body made it impossible for him to speak smoothly, and even the sound he made was like the creaking of dead wood.

"Sit with me."

Ashes patted the ground covered with embers beside him. He sat on the ground nonchalantly and asked the fireproof girl to sit down as well.

The fireproof girl didn't ask why, and sat obediently next to the hero who had reached the end.

The undead stared at the bonfire in front of him, his lifeless eyes not shifting at all, as if he was recalling the past.

"What would happen if, without fire...?"

The fire-proof woman stretched out her hands, feeling the heat emanating from the flames in front of her, she opened her mouth and spoke softly.

"The initial fire gradually disappears, and darkness will fall soon. But after the long darkness, there will be light flashing gently. It is a small flame, and it is also the remaining fire inherited by the kings. "

The undead remained silent.

Both gods and humans will perish in darkness after the flames fade away.

Will that small flame be the dawn of a new world?

Maybe someone has already encountered this and made corresponding preparations. But those people and things have nothing to do with him anymore.

"Lord Ashes, your will."

The firebender asked the undead what they thought.

The undead remained silent.

The fireproof girl just sat there with the hero who had not yet made a choice.

I don't know how much time passed, but the flames in front of me were still burning, and the undead finally made a new move.

He stood up, squatted down in front of the bonfire, held the flame under the spiral sword with both hands, held it in his palm, and stared at the flame.

This is the beginning of the age and the end of the age.

"grown ups?"

"You, go back."

The undead interrupted the fireproof girl.

"Go find your past...or wait with others for the end of the world."

The fireproof woman looked at the undead man staring at the flames. After all, she did not violate Ashes' will.

"May you find a haven of rest, Lord Ashes."

Her body turned into light, and the Fireproof Girl left the initial furnace.

Now, there is only one undead person left in the huge initial furnace.

He did not follow his instinct and throw himself into the flames. Instead, he held the small, flickering fire and sat down next to the extinguished fire.

Before he stood up, he thought about a lot with his consciousness that was already starting to get rusty.

The thief who wanted to leave the fire festival and steal something for him.

The spell teacher who would open his arms and welcome the undead every time he went back, even though he was nagging in Ashes' ears every time.

The one who always calls himself a stupid apprentice, but will not refuse any of his excessive demands. He even taught forbidden spells to his own witch.

And the one who said disdainfully that the undead didn't have enough brains when they first met. But later he entrusted all his past to the immortal magician.

Too many people are lingering in this hopeless world.

Even if he no longer has the desire to inherit the flame. But he didn't want to extinguish the flames directly and let them die in the darkness without any light.

He maintains the existing flame, neither passing it on nor extinguishing it.

This was the last thing Ashes could do for them, and the last thing he could do for himself.

Presumably after this, no one will pass on the flame, right?

Everything in this generation will end in his own hands, and he has accomplished everything that needs to be accomplished as much as possible.

Even though those stories didn’t end well.

Just like your own story.

He held the flickering light of the fire and sat under the sun that had lost its light, waiting for the passage of time.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a day, maybe a year.

Until the last firelight disappeared, he put down his unconscious hand and felt the last of his consciousness gradually disappear.

The undead slowly closed his eyes.

The age of fire is over.

1. Melanza of Londinium

Londinium is a romantic city.

In Victoria, a country full of romance, Londinium, as the capital of Victoria, naturally does not fall into the cliché.

Amidst the dazzling array of reliefs and decorations full of humanistic spirit, Londinium's prosperity is increasing day by day.

In this mobile city-state that has never been conquered, decent residents live in an orderly manner, and in their hearts, elegance is the most important quality of a noble.

Whether you are an adult or a child, being polite is the norm in social life. Even schools will offer relevant etiquette classes. Appropriate and elegant etiquette should stay with them throughout their lives as they learn in school.

It was spiritual satisfaction that gave birth to Victoria's artistic achievements. Education is also a factor

Once born into the upper classes, etiquette and art were things that a refined Victorian needed to master, whether they wanted to or not.

Melanza is studying etiquette at Wessex Private High School today.

"Be elegant, I have said it many times, be elegant."

The etiquette teacher seems to be in a bad mood today. Even when teaching, you still need to maintain your demeanor. But the frown on his face already showed his inner irritability.

"Tom, I said, your smile is too big. You need to stop it. You need to stop it, you know?" The etiquette teacher stood in front of the boy named Tom and raised his chin, trying to increase his sense of oppression by looking down. . "Tighten your swollen cheek muscles, they're just like a piece of white apple!"

The smile on Tom's face froze, and he tentatively drew down the muscles near his cheekbones. But it didn't work. Instead, it gave a strange embarrassment to his smile.

"The corners of your mouth! Don't move, hold still!"

The etiquette course teacher put the ruler in his hand against the corner of Tom's mouth to help him stabilize his shaky smile. After seeing Tom lower his zygomatic muscles slightly, he put down the ruler in his hand with disgust and stretched slightly. Eyebrow.

"Very well, keep that smile."

After the etiquette teacher turned around and left Tom, Tom finally let go of the already stiff muscles on his face and reached out to rub his cheek.

The etiquette teacher moved on and came to a girl.

Her dark purple hair hung neatly behind her head. She neatly folded her hands in front of her belly and straightened her slender waist.

The two erect ears twitched slightly, and even the hair on the ears tended to stand up.

"Well..." The etiquette teacher stood in front of the girl and looked at the smile on her face in detail, and soon nodded with satisfaction.

"Very well, Melantha, your smile is impeccable. Even distinguished adults will not feel uncomfortable with your smile. You will be excited to see it on your report card in a few days. Etiquette lessons are A-level. You will make a good Victorian woman."

The girl named Melanza seemed to blush a little, and then nodded slightly.

Even such a subtle movement did not change the standard smile on her face in the slightest.

The etiquette teacher's anxious state of mind was obviously relieved by the girl's beautiful smile. He admired Melantha's smile for a while, and then finally tapped his hand with the teaching ruler.

"get out of class is over!"

...

The melodious sound of the cello sounded from the loudspeaker, and the boys and girls finally removed the smiles that were about to collapse on their faces, and slowly exhaled through their stiff mouths.

"call--"

Melanza breathed out, trying to maintain that perfect smile. It's not an easy thing for anyone.

I really don’t understand how those adults can maintain such elegant and decent smiles on any occasion, even smiling for several hours. Melanza still can’t understand it.

But that didn't stop her from studying and getting an A in the course.

If she didn't get such a result, Melanza would be unhappy and eat several small cakes.

This would make her gain weight, and Melanza didn't want to see such a result, which meant that her fencing teacher would give her two more sets of basic movements.