Ark of the Immortal

But when this deep tide came to the entrance of the hole where the flames broke out, it filled the gap in the abyss sea where everything had been burned away.

The door frame opened by the power of the abyss was torn apart by the mighty force, and the hole was refilled by the regular tide, and was reinforced again with the flame as a brand.

The endless deepness howled angrily, attacking the closed entrance of the cave, but received no response.

The twisted roar echoed in a corner of the abyssal sea, and countless people of the abyss were torn apart, reorganized, and reborn.

The undead man closed his five fingers and crushed the last inch of the door that was formed by the solidification of the abyss.

The cracks floating in the air finally closed, and the scars were smoothed by the burning of the flames.

The sergeant next to him who was originally holding a fragment of real fire and wanted to repair the passage saw this, put away the container in his hand, turned around and threw himself into the endless fight without any regrets.

Li Qing, who had been following the undead man, also turned his attention to the warm light at the end of the passage.

"It's really hot...chuck...it's right in front."

Li Qing's eyes were dull, and his ears were filled with whispers from the abyss, as well as the voices of those smiling faces in his past memories.

At this moment, Li Qing's hands had transformed into insect arms, and the skeleton of his head had also begun to mutate, squeezing his brain and driving away the last trace of his human sanity.

There were slight cracks on the animal face on his face, and the abyssal aura hidden in his body was transforming this host into a perfect and flawless war machine.

That was the regret of tens of thousands of sergeants before they died, and it was also the power of the sergeants to kill the demons.

After losing the suppression of the soldier symbols, he rushed back and forth in the host's body.

Even the immortal was a little surprised by the abyss hidden in Li Qing's body.

But even so, the old general still maintained his last trace of clarity.

"Go...go."

He raised his twisted legs, stooped, his armor cracked, and ran towards the only light left in his eyes.

Just like him as a child, running towards his father, his hero, and his ideal.

315.Sacrifice fire nine thousand

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The weapon pierced the carapace and sank into the sticky flesh.

Blood flew everywhere, and the solid blood of the abyss spread all over the earth.

The sergeants who walked out of countless holes finally arrived at their target location.

It was a ball of light wrapped in pure flames. But the light of the flame was obscured by the dark black liquid pouring out from under the large hole in the ground. Only the faintest light leaked out.

But the undead man just glanced at it and immediately felt the familiar aura of origin.

This is what he left behind, his strength, his memory.

It was forcibly divided, and the power stationed here to prevent the abyss from leaking also sensed its other self, and unleashed unprecedented high pressure.

Under the sudden flash of firelight, the abyss emerging from the ground first shrank back in fear, and then violently surged outward.

It is angry at its own cowardice and ashamed at the humiliation it has suppressed for thousands of years.

In this way, the undead finally joined Onstein on the other side.

More than half of the sergeants on both sides were killed or injured, and only a few hundred of the original two thousand sergeants were left.

Just two passages connecting to the abyss forced the Southern Expedition Army to such a situation.

There were only about ten members of the Jinyi Guards left, and the Chixiao in Chen's hand was stained with blood, but it was all the blood of his colleagues.

The weakness she resisted in the past was her unwillingness to sacrifice anyone's innocence. Little did she know that on the road to her ideal, sacrifice is the most glorious shortcut.

Today, Chen no longer hesitates because of his cowardice.

She is the goddess of death for her colleagues, teaching them not to fall into the abyss of paradise and sing loudly in the hell called ideal.

"No, there are too few manpower."

Ling frowned when she saw this scene. Although the remaining sergeants still have the strength to fight. But wanting to continue moving forward after igniting the flame and sealing off the remaining three deeper abyss passages is simply a fool's errand.

Even gods like Ling Henian were not sure that they could remain intact when faced with the erosion of such a huge amount of abyssal aura, let alone these ordinary soldiers.

The power of the undead and Onstein was suppressed in the realm of the abyss. This was despite the fact that there was real fire to balance the well of the abyss.

In the end, the only ones who can get out alive are probably the undead and Wenstein. As for whether they can leave safely, it is impossible to make a conclusion.

It was also the first time for the undead to sense such a huge amount of turbid abyss breath in Terra.

This is not a weight that can be solved by burning it at the beginning of the fire. It is completely different from the Abyss Nest that was burned through the portal before.

The abyssal nest that Tresis set up in Kazdaele has not yet established a firm foothold, and will be easily burned down if it is exposed to fire.

But the Well of the Abyss in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave is different.

The first fire and the abyss are like water and fire. Water can extinguish fire. But when the fire reaches a certain level, water poured on it can even fuel the fire.

Being blocked on the road to the real world, having gathered the weight of tens of millions of years, not even the First Fire can say that it can solve everything.

"Don't worry...God general @?...% # sir..."

Just behind the undead man, Li Qing, who had been unresponsive, suddenly spoke.

His body had mutated to the point where no one could recognize him.

His neck is stretched extremely long, and each vertebrae is also stretched. I am afraid that new limbs will soon grow, completely changing his body shape.

But now he can still speak. Even though there was an obvious, insect-like rustling echo in those words.

"The fire ceremony begins... now."

...

Humans are born with seven emotions and six desires.

No one can escape the sins inherent in the human race.

Since childhood, he has been growing up step by step based on his own despicable desires.

Or a crying request from parents, or a fight against a playmate due to a language disagreement.

Whenever emotions are vented, the seeds they bring will take root and sprout in the heart according to the predetermined ending, waiting to grow stamens again.

And when reality waved an iron fist, it hit their hard skulls. Only when you suffer a heavy blow will you realize your mistakes, whether you are arrogant or greedy.

This is the path that a person travels throughout his life. He keeps making mistakes and making corrections, and finally faces reality, compromises with reality, admits his sins and arrogance, and finally lives a peaceful and dreamless life in a cultural society composed of human beings.

The proud man lowers his head, the stubborn man turns around and walks away, the tyrannical man restrains his anger, and the greedy man controls his appetite.

People whitewashed this process and used gold powder to coat it with a layer of brilliance.

It’s euphemistically called “growth.”

It seems that the meaning of life is to learn how to escape from suffering and torture, so that the sharp edges of the originally angular self can be chipped away again and again.

And their ideals, their dreams, turned into a dim gray during countless self-hypnosis, and finally disappeared completely into their dreams.

Perhaps what they are looking for all their lives is just the purest desire of themselves when they just opened their eyes.

But reality has pushed them too far, so far that even if they stand on the so-called mountain top and look back, all they see is their hometown shrouded in fog.

Everything in the past was buried by the clouds and mist in front of them, and the biting cold wind prompted them to continue to look upward, or to curl up here and end their meaningless lives.

No one will remember what kind of future they still longed for when they were children.

Li Qing, too.

He is not satisfied with the status quo, even though Great Yan has become one of the most powerful countries on the continent of Terra. Even though everyone in Dayan has food to eat and clothes to wear, even though he has traveled fifty years, he has squeezed the last drop of his value to his hometown.

But as a child, did he really want to become a general?

The storybooks sealed in boxes and the toys bought to deal with noisy children have become dusty.

Even Li Qing himself didn’t remember that in the beginning, he spent several years in order to become a picture book author. He talked about how to use the pen in his hand to draw smart pictures again and again on the table in the tent. limbs.

When did Li Qing pick up his weapons, put down his paintbrush, and start fighting on the battlefield?

And for what reason, he no longer even touches toys. Instead, he picked up a boring military book and studied it under the light over and over again?

The eyes are cloudy and the vision is blurred.

Li Qing, I can’t remember clearly.

He even felt that it would be good for him to accept everything and embrace the bottomless abyss.

The old general's leg bones were mutated, and the joints gradually swelled, tearing the withered skin and dried flesh, revealing the blackened bones and joints.

But he still walked forward, towards the other end of the passage.

His thinking had been tied up in countless knots, and Li Qing wanted to use his brain. Then the desire that arises from the bottom of the heart spreads throughout the body.

Tell him to eat and drink. Feast on his feast of flesh and blood.

The time to feast on food has arrived. There is no need to doubt or hesitate. Just indulge in your most primitive desires.

But he vaguely remembered that he was like this when he was a child.

At that time, because I had been marching for a long time and my children were growing up, I was always hungry halfway through.

The sergeants accompanying him always looked at him with a smile, but because of his father's order, they were not allowed to go to the logistics office to get a ration on the way.

So, the brothers and sisters who took pity on little Li Qing secretly gave Li Qing their remaining fruits and dried meat.

At that time, Li Qing just asked for it, and after eating and wiping it clean, he smiled, and then continued to return to the queue to keep up with the pace. At most, he used weak words to say thank you to the seniors who took care of him.

Only when he grew up did he realize that those dried meats and fruits were the last bits of food stored by the sergeants in case of emergencies.

But my father never stopped this behavior.

His mother died in childbirth, and his father kept Li Qing with him. In fact, Li Qing was not a special case, even though he was the son of a general.

And once there are other children who have lost their families at a young age and are training with the army, the army will always give them resources.

Satisfy their basest desires and have enough to eat and drink.

This is not to condone, but to make them remember every bit of what they have experienced.

Children are always beautiful, they are the stamens left by the future in reality, just waiting to bloom quietly at a certain moment.

But before blooming, always use the best soil culture and watering with high-quality water.

For Dayan people, satisfying one's own desires is always something worthy of praise.

Because their birth, their origin, comes from the most primitive desire.

Stay alive.

They spend their whole lives to satisfy their desires. Follow your own ideals and live your life the way you want.

At that time, Li Qing always complained that his father did not accompany him and did not care about his homework.

But deep down in his heart, he truly yearned for his father who aged earlier than other people his age.

Because his father was the one who satisfied his desires. He dedicated everything to his ideal: to defend Dayan and die for Dayan.

After Li Qing understood his father's thoughts, his desires and ideals were ignited by the heroic dream hidden in his heart, completely burning him as a child, and a new self emerged from the flames.

At that time, he abandoned his childhood dreams and devoted himself to an ideal with no end in sight. Let reality grind him down again and again. But he still refused to lower his proud head.

That was not just his own desire, it was the future that countless people from Great Yan had been singing about for thousands of years.

Therefore, when Li Qing took the military talisman from his father and watched his father's rickety body walk into the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. Li Qing didn't feel how pitiful or humble his father was.

His figure once again increased in Li Qing's eyes, to a level that was unmatched by anything in the past.

After handing over all the burdens and responsibilities, the father turned around and embraced his desires and his end. This was the highest form of realizing his ideals.

Now, it's my turn.

Walking on the path walked by our ancestors and our father, heading towards the same destination.

What drives him forward is the sin and inescapable desire that humans have since birth.

The essence of ideals is desire that is pure to the extreme.

Isn't this exactly my ideal?

His desires and ideals are right in front of him, so how can he be controlled by that base appetite and violence?

Even if it is countless demonic scents. Even though those were the evil thoughts of tens of thousands of soldiers before they died, Li Qing always retained the last trace of clarity.