Ark of the Immortal

The distant voice sounded in Skadi's ears again, and Skadi frowned.

"Skaty... you are a heir... What are the abilities of the lambs on the land... Skadi... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!"

But before it could speak, there was severe pain that caused it to lose the ability to speak at that moment.

Skadi saw the flames rising out of thin air, reflected in her beautiful pupils that shone like rubies.

It was a bright and hot flame that ignited from the giant sword and quickly spread to the entire body along the wound where the giant sword was immersed.

Just like she had felt the first time she saw the undead.

The feeling that no part of his body was burned by flames spread over his skin again at this moment.

But this time, the pain was not that intense.

Rather than a real feeling of existence, it is more like a shadow left by the aftereffects.

It is a long-lasting scar hidden in the blood of the body.

Click!

At the same time, an arm tore open the fragile wooden wall.

Skadi also saw the armor that made her suddenly tingle.

There were blazing flame lines sprouting from the gaps in the armor, spreading out irregularly along the entire armor.

It seemed as if the armor was not a dead thing, but a living thing that was breathing.

Even the helmet has fiery lines that are constantly changing between golden and red.

The burning armor smashed through the entire wall and reached another room.

His arrival ignited the original coldness and turned it into scalding warmth.

The undead's eyes were fixed on the twisted limbs by the window.

Following his gaze, the strange being that had been burned began to shake violently.

It feels pain, detects malice.

That was the one who crucified it and burned it at the beginning of the age.

And the river across time showed his figure again beside this rebellious heir.

"Need help?"

the immortal asked.

Just like the disgust he was feeling at the moment.

Something worth being burned by fire.

Right before your eyes!

71. The Lonely Dancer and the Unsung Hero 6,000

(Suggested BGM for this chapter: YouSeeBIGGIRL/T:T composed by Hiroyuki Sawano, Giant BGM)

The flames ignited on the rough sword completely enveloped the squirming unknown creature. In the light brought by the flames, the monster's skin was scorched and turned black in just an instant.

That completely went against everyone's common sense, as if it were so fragile that it would vaporize just by being burned with flames.

The shock in Skadi's heart made it impossible for her to take her eyes away.

This is not an ordinary Originium creature, this is the creature that I have been hunting for a long time.

It was a malicious entity born from the deep and profound seabed. Except for your own weapons, nothing can cause such a degree of damage to them!

The most fundamental reason is not strength. Rather, it lies in their ability to respond quickly to all types of attacks.

And due to the existence of a special thinking network. If only one individual is injured and does not die, other individuals and even the entire population will understand the characteristics of this attack and produce corresponding antibodies.

To give a simple example, if you use a flame to burn them, then after a period of time, the flame's ability to burn them will be greatly reduced. Even in the end, they will be completely immune to the pain and torture caused by high temperature.

In the thousands of years of war between Skadi's group and these monsters, they have become almost immune to such crude and simple Origin Stone skills as fire and ice.

It is precisely their particularity that creates Skadi's identity, another identity besides being a bounty hunter.

But now, right in front of Skadi's eyes, the fire ignited out of thin air was like hurting a monster for the first time. Just a simple burn makes it excruciatingly painful.

The flames on its body not only inflicted damage to it, but also activated the monster's dormant crazy will.

The skin was constantly switching between dryness and moisture, and its tenacious ability to resurrect caused the monster to continue to suffer pain during the burning. It also made the monster open its mouth to the two of them, revealing densely packed sharp teeth.

"Gujilumuhaha!!"

It was not a scream that humans could hear. If you only get a little bit of it, without deliberate protection, it will be enough to make people lose their original consciousness and spirit.

It's like the mud squirming from the deep sea water, squeezing out the little oxygen left in the sea water, and finally rising to the surface accompanied by stench and corrosive bubbles.

"careful!"

Skadi held her great sword, she stopped the undead man next to her from trying to get closer, and warned him.

"Its vitality is very tenacious, and it is impossible to die from simple burning."

Skadi's tone was withdrawn and decisive, with an indifference that would make people thousands of miles away.

"And they are here to hunt me, not you."

Skadi rules out the undead with just one sentence, and her cold demeanor is the same for everyone.

But it is precisely because she understands and knows that she deliberately separates herself from others.

After all these years of traveling alone, why doesn’t she know what it’s like to have friends and companions?

But if you want to walk with yourself or stand by your side, you will encounter malice from the deep.

I can barely remember the names of the friends I used to know. But she remembered that those kind people turned into monsters with mouthparts and crazy thoughts in front of her.

As a hunter, he could only wave his weapons wordlessly, hold a funeral for his former friends, and perform the deadly dance he had honed in countless battles.

Over time, Skadi gradually got used to traveling alone.

She would rather endure such loneliness and never have deep friendships with others than drag others into the water.

A few days ago, Dales, who was entrusted by him, lost his identity as a human being when he came into contact with a few words from the deep sea while copying documents unique to the snow realm.

Dales is a friend he met during a previous parade, and he is also a scholar who studies Origin Stones in the Snow Realm.

Now, because of his relationship with him, he has become a dead soul under his sword. In the past few days, Skadi would wake up in the middle of the night from time to time.

When she recalled the look on Dales's last look at her, she could clearly see a trace of despair and pleading.

It is the despair of human beings who are forced to lose their minds and can only become incomprehensible monsters in the madness of passively listening to the whispers.

It is the last plea for dignity issued by human beings, begging Skadi to quickly understand himself and end his endless struggle.

He wanted to die as a human being.

So Skadi swung his sword at him, cutting off his completely deformed limbs and head, leaving his body still with human characteristics.

Now, another warrior broke into the scene of her confrontation with her prey.

No matter how powerful he is now. But she knew very well that if she was stabbed by the monster's limb during the fight and body fluids seeped into the wound, no matter how powerful the warrior was, she would not be spared.

"Turn around and leave, immortal."

Skadi turned around and pointed the sword diagonally to his side.

"If you go back, you can still remain rational. Trust me."

But the undead man seemed to have not heard it at all. He stared at the monster in front of him.

The armor made of steel was covered with flame patterns, igniting the air and emitting a scorching breath.

Skadi knew that she could not wait any longer.

Once one appears in front of him, more monsters will follow the sound like sharks wandering in the sea.

If we don't get rid of this guy in front of us as soon as possible, the entire Bifalcon Town will be in danger!

So, she rushed forward.

The big sword pointed at the ground was swung violently with both hands, and a heavy blow was struck from bottom to top!

But her figure was like a fish swimming freely in the sea, swaying lightly with the swing of the sword.

It is hard to imagine that a heavy posture of wielding a weapon and a body that is so light that it seems to be floating can appear on the same person at the same time.

A simple slash also caused simple and direct consequences.

Starting from the squirming lower body to the diagonally above the monster, a huge wound across the body instantly appeared.

Along with the violent surge of blood and body fluids, the monster once again let out an incomprehensible scream.

"Uh-huh!! Mum..."

The wound struggled to close again, just like when a giant sword tore open the belly.

However, the special aura lingering on Skadi's weapon kept a small gap between the fleshy buds of the wound, hindering their self-healing.

This is the weapon used by Skadi, a hunter.

If you can't use Source Stone skills and spells to cause damage to them, you will continue to hone your body, maximize your strength, and supplement it with specially forged weapons.

She wants to cut their bodies open! Open their wounds!

This is an inevitable consequence of the blood connection. If you cannot fight for the right to wake up, you will lose your ability to think during the battle.

Skadi's big sword was pulled down again, and the heavy blade split its body into two from the right side!

When the sharp sword cut open the flesh, dark green bodily fluids splashed out, filling the entire room with the smell of monsters.

The monster, which lost the support of its lower body, fell into a deep sleep while whimpering and howling.

The flames suppressed its self-healing abilities and weakened the skin's defenses against slashing blows.

And Skadi's big sword gave it the final death.

Amidst the squirming and twitching without being stiff, the monster could not resist the burning of the flames.

Starting from the end, it gradually turned into charcoal and spread to the entire body, stopping its struggle to survive.

Skadi lowered her sword, but she didn't let her guard down just yet.

For her, this is just the beginning.

When she turned back to look at the undead man, the undead man was already beside her.

The silent armor picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and ignited flames out of thin air, burning all the green juice stained on the sword.

He looked at Skadi and made a sound.

"You, the weapon, are very good."

"Your flame is very special."

The two of them said words of appreciation to each other, but soon, Skadi spoke again.

"However, this is not the capital you can fight against them. If you don't want to lose your rationality as a human being, don't fight against them."

"..."

The undead man was silent for a moment.

When he just sensed that aura, the disgust and impulse that suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind made him break open the wall.

But when he saw the target, the immortal realized that this aura was the source of his disgust.

That is the subtle depth buried in the humidity and madness.

This thing is contaminated with the characteristics of the abyss.

But what makes the undead feel strange is that this thing is not exactly the same as the abyss. If we only draw conclusions based on this, it would be a bit biased.

"My advice is, go back to your room."

Skadi issued another warning.

"I appreciate your help, but this is my job. Not to mention..."

She paused, as if she was thinking of someone.

"You also have a companion. You must have a good relationship with her, right? But don't let her fail to recognize you."