Ark of the Immortal

A small mistake resulted in endless anger.

He who hunts gods raises his right hand.

The overflowing flames swept through, pushing away all living things around him.

In an instant, the red flames roared and the dark clouds retreated towards the north.

The sun revealed its appearance and spread its light on the ground.

Sparks scattered, and the breeze brought the fragrance of scorched earth.

Living lines ignited from the bottom of the broken cloak.

The gray-black cloak seemed to have changed color, clinging tightly to the armor all over his body, congealing into red tattered cloth.

The steel is smelted, surrounding the king and ascending to his throne.

The crown reappears to be swept by the ever-burning flames, shouting the power of the sun.

This is the first time that he unreservedly burns his few humanity and pours out all the power he has.

The hero who no longer holds back unleashes his rage wantonly, a hatred that wants to bite flesh and blood into pieces and suck out the marrow.

This is not hatred based on selfish desires, but a struggle between different consciousnesses and across generations!

Even if you have to burn your own body, you must completely destroy the enemies from previous generations!

The ignited flame surrounds the thunder and lightning, turning it into the driving force for the thunder and lightning to move away.

Huge thunder and lightning spread across the sky, chasing the retreating darkness in the north.

At this moment, everyone only had that flash of lightning in their eyes.

boom!

In the darkness, there is flashing gold, and the trespassers who roam the earth, raise your heads!

Look, that is the flame that never goes out, that is the sun that shines forever!

First Fire (Spear of Sunshine)

And just dozens of miles away from Chernobog, a figure stood on a huge rock, looking at the city in the distance.

When the shocking thunder gun passed by, she tried to avoid it and ran towards the mountains and forests to escape.

But it wasn't until she looked back at the rushing lightning for the last time that she understood.

There is no escape.

The rocks collapsed and black light suddenly appeared.

Broken wood and rocks flew dozens of meters high, and the crater was as wide as a giant rock dropped from thousands of miles above!

Even though she tried her best to resist, she could not avoid this unreserved revenge.

The entire right half of his body was exploded by the surging lightning, and the surging black mist kept rolling. He tried to reorganize his body, but was invaded by the sparks and lightning that kept eroding his body. It was not until a moment later that he returned to his original state.

The exposed half of the body was white and flawless, and the original injured appearance was no longer visible.

But her gloomy and pale face still revealed the fact that she was very weak.

Don't stop, just run away into the mountains and forests decisively.

Only the broken rocks and the long-lasting flames and lightning were left, forming an ocean in a huge crater dozens of meters deep.

Feeling that his breath had completely disappeared, the undead man lowered his right hand.

Emptiness swept through his body, and he was also a little exhausted.

But the effect was significant. He could smell the stench and run away like a bereaved dog.

After looking around at the Integration Movements who did not dare to approach again, the undead man pulled out the giant sword behind him.

He turned around and looked at Shuangxing aside.

Bah! !

The huge force drew a horizontal line on the ground, and the undead thrust the giant sword vertically in front of him.

Burning sparks surrounded him, and the flowing flames embraced the sword.

He put his hands on the hilt of the sword and spoke softly to the girl in the distance, as well as to all the members of the Integration Movement who were ready to make a move.

"Come."

192. Therefore, they will not grieve six thousand

Click!

The huge sword penetrated the hard ground, and the sound of the shock was clearly visible in the silent square.

The warrior under the armor put his hands on the hilt of his sword and spoke calmly.

"Come."

There are indeed infected people who are ready to take a step forward. But thinking of the thunderous scene just now, I didn't dare to do anything.

His legs were shaking, and he couldn't even hold the weapon in his hand steadily.

That is not a power that humans can possess. The guy in front of them is absolutely impossible to defeat.

Ding...

A series of sounds of weapons falling to the ground, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually appeared, and the infected no longer had the courage to move forward.

The originally dense flow of people gradually thinned out.

It wasn't until he ran a good distance away from the scene of the incident that his throat, originally dominated by fear, was able to make a sound.

"Run! Run quickly! Don't block me!"

"We can't win, we can't win!"

However, in just half a minute, most of the infected people surrounding Rhode Island and others had been reduced.

All the remaining infected people were gathered at the east gate.

And these infected people all looked like they had lost their souls. They just looked at the people in Rhode Island in front of them, as stiff as sculptures.

The undead man under the armor also took this moment to adjust his breathing and stabilize his aura.

That shot just now was the masterpiece of immortality so far. Not only did it activate the power of the original miracle, it even had the blessing of the First Fire Instinct. No matter in terms of power or range, it is the most powerful miracle the undead has ever used after waking up.

Of course, there were side effects. His physical strength was exhausted, and the power in his body was like a dry river.

But soon, the resilience of the battle-hardened body was immediately apparent. Within half a minute, he was able to pull out the weapon in his hand and continue to join the battle.

"Everyone maintains formation and moves toward the east gate."

Soon, the doctor was the first to react. He rubbed his somewhat swollen head and gave the latest instructions.

Amiya and others were still immersed in the lingering power of the undead, and they came back to their senses when they heard the doctor's voice.

Ace and Linguang raised their shields and stood at the front of the formation. They used their weapons to clear the obstacles in front of them, while guarding against crossbowmen who might attack at any time.

The black-haired boy was hiding on the city wall. Naturally, he saw the shot that he would never forget. Fear ran through his body, and his thighs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move no matter what.

Such great power...

He looked at his friend's body just under the city wall, with black liquid constantly pouring out, and countless voices in his heart screamed to take him away. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't overcome the strange pressure.

Until everyone in Rhode Island approached Mephisto's herd.

These infected people still looked forward with their eyes open, but crystal liquid dripped from the corners of their mouths, and their expressions were dull.

"Don't look, they are unconscious."

The doctor said aloud, as if he had seen such a scene before.

"That boy's Origin Stone skill should be to control other people's thoughts, which is equivalent to wearing away a person's soul and then using these bodies as an extension of his own thoughts."

It is for this reason that Mephisto calls his troops a herd.

He is like a cowherd, shepherding these bodies for his driving.

"Is this the freedom that the integration movement talks about, and the price they pay for it?"

Lin Guang frowned and murmured.

"Losing everything to gain freedom..."

Margaret shook her head, she would never approve of such behavior.

Amiya looked at these infected people with a little pity in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything, so she had to lower her head and walk forward, feeling a little depressed.

Everyone arrived at the east gate and finally saw the white boy lying on the ground.

The wound on the abdomen has produced tender pink flesh. But the black pus that continuously overflowed from the gap made everyone who saw it couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

This kind of nausea is not just a physical discomfort, but an incomprehensible dizziness. Even just looking at it makes you feel like your thoughts are being sucked away.

"Back off."

The undead man came to the front of the crowd, raised his right hand, and the flames ignited.

Seemingly feeling the light and heat, the black pus that had been approaching Rhode Island and the others fled back quickly as if they had seen their natural enemies, eager to return to their original bodies.

"Disgusting, filthy."

The undead man sighed. He really didn't expect that a visit to Qie City would yield a frightening harvest.

First it was the Doctor, then Tallulah, and now even a child will have traces of the profound.

Admittedly, perhaps the integration movement was a great idea in the first place.

It can liberate the infected people across the continent and give everyone the right to live under the sun.

But holiness is often a breeding ground for chaos.

The more noble an ideal is, the purer the malice it generates when it is tarnished.

The undead have no idea what is happening to them.

All he knew was that not even the body could be left for him.

The flame-burning palm grasped the giant sword behind him, and the sword's body was spread with eternal flames. Then he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, bowed forward and smashed it down.

boom!

The steel crushed the flesh and blood on both sides of the hollow, and the two body parts were completely separated along the hollow of the lower abdomen, leaving only the minced meat crushed by the giant sword and still slightly connected.

When the flames hit the black ichor on the ground. It burst into flames as if it had encountered high-purity alcohol.

Amiya originally wanted to speak out to stop the undead's behavior, but desecrating the corpse of the dead was actually not considered glorious.

But seeing the black liquid disappear into ashes, her chest suddenly felt relieved and she closed her mouth.

The flames extended along the black liquid to the two body parts.

The young man who had been promoting his theory in front of everyone just now was turned into a piece of coke in the raging fire.

In the end, not even the char was left, and it completely turned into ashes all over the ground.

The undead man looked at the burning corpse on the ground, but he didn't speak.

Just as it was burning, I felt a piece of white-light soul rising from the corpse, and then it was attracted by the flames and came to the undead.

He stretched out his hand, took the light that no one else could see, and looked at it carefully.

This is a group of souls that sound like birds singing. In the group of souls, there is a bird with spread wings and sings to the sky.

But in this soul mass, there were black filaments mixed in, tangled in the bird's body like needle pricks.

“The singer who longed to fly high into the sky and show his beautiful singing voice to the world accepted the gift of the abyss in pain and torture and became what he is today.

Death cannot bring him relief, but in the endless darkness, his vague cry may be heard..."

The undead man's open palms suddenly closed together, turning all the power hidden in the soul mass into food for his body.

Those who are eroded by the abyss will eventually be burned by the raging fire, and everything left behind will be turned into firewood.

This is the first time that the undead have so clearly seen the souls that can be collected from the corpses of Terrans.

The only enemy before this was the flying dragon flying in the sky above Victoria, which gave the undead some nourishment.

So to say...