Ark of the Immortal

This is the sadness of being a deep-sea hunter, the inevitable loneliness in destiny.

But the undead man's attention had already been attracted by other things.

"coming."

The undead man carried a huge sword on his back, and his heavy body suddenly moved, completely smashing through the window in front of him, and jumped into the dark snowy night.

Just as Skadi was about to catch up and ask what was going on, he heard a painful scream in the deep darkness.

It was the invisible pain that the monster cried out as its body was cut open.

Skadi was startled, and she also jumped out, trying to find the undead figure in the dark night.

And in that snowy night, there was a figure whose whole body was ignited with flames and was strangling the monster's limbs. He led the monster and ran out of the town.

"Stop!"

Skadi shouted helplessly, she picked up her sword and ran over.

Snowflakes and fine ice shards were mixed in the strong wind and slapped on Skadi's face. But Skadi still opened her eyes wide, not afraid of the wind and snow.

Surprisingly, the figure in the distance, whose whole body was ignited with flames, was still burning firmly in the ice and snow swept by a storm, and the momentum of the burning heat and flames continued to rise.

The two of them ran out of Bifalon Town one after the other and stopped nearly two kilometers away from Bifalcon Town.

"Let go of that thing in your hand! Be careful of getting hurt!"

Skadi issued another warning. If the undead is injured by any part of the monster, it will lead to the final fatal result.

But the undead man didn't care. He looked at the monster through the gap in his helmet with a serious look, as if he was not looking at the monster itself, but looking through the monster to see the shadow hidden behind it.

But no matter how carefully he looked, he couldn't catch the shadow behind it through the hollow body.

Just because the will that originally descended had already retracted its tentacles when it sensed an unspeakable existence, and fled in all directions out of instinctive fear.

Then, a flame ignited in the hands of the undead.

Unlike the flashing flame patterns on the armor, this is a real flame.

The bright and red flame, like a sun in this dark night, burned Skadi's eyes.

She saw flames coming out of the monster's mouthparts.

She saw that just the burning itself made the monster's originally strong skin shrivel and wither.

It only took a few seconds of burning, and the body composed of tentacles had completely dried up. Even the highly toxic body fluids were completely evaporated.

Snowflakes and ice crystals hit the flames, and the storm blows them out.

But the flame remained motionless, and those external forces could not shake this primitive fire at all.

"this?!"

Only then did Skadi understand the undead's confidence in fighting monsters, and at the same time, an inexplicable chill came from behind.

It's like the fear that comes from seeing fellow humans being burned, but this emotion is so weird.

The undead turned his head to look at Skadi, and he spoke.

"besides."

So, the undead took off the giant sword behind him.

And Skadi finally noticed the surrounding prey with his perception blocked by the wind and snow.

The monsters emerged from the snow, shaking their heads that had been transformed into huge mouthparts. The fins on their backs were constantly floating, and their limbs turned into primitive tentacles, supporting them to move on the ground.

And these monsters neighed and howled at Skadi, trying to bring their "family" back to their mother's arms.

"Do you need help now?"

The undead man asked in a deep voice. He came to Skadi and stood with her.

This time, Skadi did not issue any more warnings to the undead.

There was a moment of hesitation in her red eyes, and she pursed her lips as she recalled the flame that seemed to purify everything.

Skadi tightened her grip on the sword in her hand and spoke softly.

"if you can."

The power inspired by the blood surged in her body, as if she had returned to the clean ocean. Skadi activated her body wantonly, and she wanted to fight heartily and happily.

Stand together with this friend you just met and face the call of your homeland together.

It's not that Skadi couldn't handle it alone. During her journey, she almost always walked alone.

Now, this hunter who has walked in loneliness for half his life has once again picked up the emotion called friendship.

This emotion came suddenly, but it was not sudden.

The only comrade was infected with severe ore disease. From the far side, no one can fight with her.

And the ignited flame was the clarion call for attack, and it was also a source of peace of mind that made her feel that someone was guarding her back.

So Skadi took her first steps into the snow to attack the land that constantly hunted her.

Now, if anyone can bear it with her.

Even just once, she wanted to fight alongside her friends.

The big sword cut through the flowing air and cut off the tentacles that tried to attack, and she launched a charge attack towards the enemy.

The figure dancing in the snowy night is not to offer sacrifices to the gods, but to give the end to the depth that emerges from the deep sea.

Every swing was a heavy blow to the unknown creature, and the jumping figure, accompanied by floating silver hair, was as light as a fish swimming in the water.

But once the big sword hit the ground while swinging, a huge amount of snowflakes would float up.

Like a giant whale swimming in the sea, it breaks through the shackles of the surface of the sea while dancing in the water, and then slaps its tail against the water splashing on the sea.

That was the strong vibration caused by the huge force flowing to the ground.

The nature of this swordsmanship is completely different from what it looks like.

If you are confused by its dancing figure, you will definitely forget the huge power and almost perfect fighting skills contained in the sword.

This is a true warrior.

And right behind Skadi.

The undead raised his head and looked at these monsters that had lost their guidance.

The scent on their bodies lacked a lot of depth and madness, leaving only the instinct of monsters driving their bodies.

But the slightest bit of soul escaping from the body of the monster that had just burned already revealed a fact.

Their power is given to them by humans, just as the souls that escape and separate are captured by the undead.

The source of the driving force of these monsters caused the undead to fall into a brief silence after knowing the answer.

That is twisted and irritable human nature.

It would be no surprise if they were truly creatures of the Abyss.

Those who come into contact with the abyss cannot think with their own consciousness, and their consciousness will be taken away by the abyss.

If the body's endurance is insufficient, it may even cause more severe distortion.

Isn't this the gradual transformation from a human form into an incomprehensible monster?

In the memories of the immortals, there are countless people who were affected by the abyss and lost everything.

That is not an area that humans can come into contact with. Even gods will be invaded by the abyss and eaten away completely.

The nameless king hunter stepped forward and approached the dancing figure in the snowy night.

As Skadi realizes, the Iron Man who asks her if she needs help has what it takes to fight these monsters.

But what she didn't know was that it wasn't just about fighting monsters.

In the distant past, King Gwen hunted the ancient dragon, and the four knights received his praise and awards.

One of the king knights noticed the surging source of darkness after Gwen, the king of black fuel, continued the fire with his body.

He signed a contract with the monsters of the abyss and gained the ability to roam freely in the abyss, but he was not doing it for power, but to defeat the Lord of the Abyss and rejuvenate the ancient golden country.

So, he resolutely set out with his companions to conquer the abyss.

And after the knight who was accompanied by the wolf survived from the abyss. Even though his whole body was severely injured, his spirit and thinking were even eroded by darkness.

Even if the shadow of the abyss beneath him is like maggots attached to bones, it will drag him into endless darkness.

But he still did not fall, still chasing the creation infected by the abyss.

Here, one of the king's four knights, the "Abyss Walker" wolf knight Arterius, ended up with the abyss at that time by virtue of his unparalleled swordsmanship.

But no one knew that even Artreus, the King's Knight, had not managed to survive the erosion of the abyss.

In the corner of history, there are neglected steps towards this hero who fought against the abyss.

He looked at the Wolf Knight, saluted as a warrior, and extended an invitation to fight.

The sword blade pierced the body eroded by the abyss, allowing him to leave with a normal body and posture, freeing his soul entangled in the abyss.

The Wolf Knight regained consciousness for a short time before he was dying, and entrusted his last wish to the unknown hero who arrived.

He took over the soul of the Wolf Knight who had fought with him, and became one with him in a way that Artorius was familiar with.

That was the fighting habit of the ancient protoss. If a comrade was about to fall, he would pierce his body with his own sword.

It is not to eliminate him, but to let the power he left in his soul be reborn in his body and continue to fight alongside him.

In the end, the Lord of the Abyss was defeated by the unknown hero, and his body was broken into countless pieces and scattered around the world.

It is a story from generations ago, a forgotten legend.

But now, the undead raised the sword blade again.

The sword forged from pig iron was ignited with flames originating from Izaris's inherited spell.

Searing heat intertwined with life itself, covering the entire blade.

He is the unsung hero and the king hunter.

He is also the one who walks in the abyss.

He once made an oath with the wolf knight who conquered the abyss alone.

Although no one knows it, the nameless undead have never given up.

Now is the time to put it into practice!

laugh.

Flames rose from his raised palms, tainted with the breath of the original fire, attracted by the things that could be used as firewood, and swept away with a violent attitude!

The huge sword blade raised dancing snowflakes, flames flashed, and the dancers leaping under the night sky raised the blade together!

In the raging storm, flames burned the monsters' bodies, and the sword blades tore their skin.

The primeval fire shining like gold rises in the burning, and the soul stained with darkness is swallowed by the flames. That is its enemy and its food!

Splashing body fluids covered the snow, and the broken limbs were shaking.

Hunters who were far away from their homeland danced under the night sky, tearing apart the deformed monsters that followed the sound with their swords.

The unknown heroes who fulfilled their oaths joined the dance, and the flames were ignited and cheered in the wind and snow.

The two warriors looked at each other wordlessly, then quickly looked away and continued to wave their weapons.

This was their first time fighting together, but they had a tacit understanding like old friends who had experienced thousands of battles.

Where are you dealing with monster attacks?

This is clearly hunting.

A hunt like a stage play.

72.Deep Sea Hunter

When the flames of the great sword dissipated, the undead buried the great sword in the snow.

The scorching hot sword blade caused the snow layer to emit white gas. As long as it was close to the sword blade, it would turn into liquid, and finally condense into ice cubes under the temperature of the snow layer itself.

After the giant sword cooled down completely, the undead man put the giant sword on his back and looked at Skadi, who was imitating the undead and cleaning the sword body with snowflakes.