Chapter 243
In the cemetery, black clouds cast red rain, and the path beneath your feet was paved with a mixture of skulls and soil.
Yak looked at himself and frowned.
The effect of eternal darkness wore off, and he realized he was in a strange place.
There are several prerequisites for the effect of eternal darkness to disappear. First, you must leave the area of that guy's domain. Second, your main body must not be able to withstand the consumption brought by the magic seal. Third, there is a time limit.
He wasn't suffering from amnesia; he just didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He was only there to kill; there was no need to say more.
However, the damage they caused was far less than he had expected, Ark thought, looking at his body, which had completely healed, even including his damaged clothes. Those clothes were made by mixing holy magic and magical power, and were considered part of his body.
But now that we have perception, it's obviously better.
However, even without their perception, as long as I release my magic power and holy power, they will have no chance.
“Come out, I will try my best to obtain only your magic seals,” Ark said softly, his hand pausing in the air for a moment, a white feather clutched in his hand.
He casually tossed it out, and the seemingly insignificant feather landed on the ground.
Then it slowly lost its white light and began to crumble and crack from the ground.
He unleashed his holy magic and magical power directly, causing space to collapse. He possessed the power of chaos; his holy magic and magical power together formed this powerful force, which existed outside of any system and was capable of causing space itself to begin to crumble.
If I had to say what high-damage ability I have right now, it would be everything that this chaotic power can do.
As Ark thought this, chains attacked from all directions.
He tried to fight back, but he awkwardly fell to the ground. At that moment, the realm of eternal darkness enveloped him once again.
He felt as if he had suddenly fallen into the abyss of death.
In just a moment, before he could even undo the debunking, he realized he had returned to the human world, and several black daggers were stuck in his body.
Then, as I started to move, I lost consciousness again.
The two consecutive instances of misalignment caused half of his bones to shatter. As a powerful unit, his misalignment would put an enormous strain on him.
He couldn't even bear such a burden, and when he regained consciousness, he felt pain all over his body.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Foy standing in front of me, wielding a huge scythe.
But there was no time for Ark to react before darkness descended once more.
He instinctively swung the weapon in his hand behind him.
This is where the problem lies in his judgment. As a guy with rich combat experience, he knew that this guy appearing in front of him was just a deception, and his real purpose was to hurt him from behind.
So his subconscious choice was to turn backward. Even if using the wrong force would cause physical problems, it was still much easier than being slashed by that thing.
This was a mistake, and because of this mistake, he paid the price with the wounds inflicted on his body.
His judgment was completely useless, because Foy simply waited for him to make a judgment and then act, and Foy could deal with any action in an instant, no matter what it was.
For itself, it's just waiting for its rigidity to set in.
Even now, Ark can feel the sharpness of the blade of this scythe, which was also made using a magic seal. Its entire body is covered in wounds, but they heal in an instant.
Foy stepped back, and behind him, in the phantom of Death, the eerie red eyes stared intently at the pure white thing.
All sorts of random things had no effect; it was just something bizarre to a certain degree.
Physical damage, mental damage, soul damage, and even spatial displacement.
None of the four damage methods seem to have any effect?
Foy hesitated as he looked at Ark, who was looking at him with some dissatisfaction after being released from the eternal darkness once again.
Yak dared not make any rash moves; his former partner was unexpectedly troublesome.
Another three hours passed, and the two of them did nothing but stand for three hours.
Everyone is waiting for change, but no one wants to be the first to act.
It's really boring to see two guys who specialize in counter-attacks clash. If it's a life-or-death battle at this level, even if they both go on fast breaks, it would still take a week to finish.
Not to mention the two guys who play a defensive counter-attacking style, it would take at least two months, and if Foy is good enough, three or four years wouldn't be a problem.
"Do you find life interesting? So when you said you wanted to die, you were just joking." Ark said softly, raising his hand, and a black bow appeared in his hand.
He was getting a bit tired of it, so he decided to just create a medium and bombard it with magic. He wasn't a tech person to begin with, and now that he had abandoned everything he could to become this kind of thing, what need was there for cleverness?
Three of Ark's eyes closed, and pure black arrowheads appeared on his crossbow.
The moment the bow was drawn, the magic arrow shot out, distorting the space around it, while Foy watched silently.
What shielded him was a coffin, which suddenly appeared in front of him, and dark magic was directly poured into the coffin.
Yak was stunned, staring at the coffin, which looked somewhat familiar.
There was no magic leakage, or rather, the thing was absorbing the magic that approached it while it was standing there. When the coffin lid was closed, the eerie monster stood on top of the coffin.
"Dark?" Ark asked tentatively, watching the cat-like figure slowly transform into the somewhat worm-like boy.
He had almost forgotten that he had taken in two cats, Dark and Gray, in his team, along with the coffin. In their team, they were really inconspicuous.
"Long time no see." Gray emerged from behind the coffin, carrying a slender scythe.
"These are the artifacts you found; they must be something specifically designed to deal with you," Foy said quietly. "Did you keep them with you because you were worried someone would get them and use them against you? Or were you worried from the beginning that you were going astray and wanted to find your nemesis so that we could suppress you?"
“I thought you were left behind in the Spirit Forest,” Ark said softly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He folded his wings and stood barefoot on the ground, appearing as a white-clad boy.
Although it doesn't seem like it, this is indeed what I'm most worried about right now.
That was something used to seal the power of angels, while my true form is an Unsullied Saint, possessing the characteristics of an angel. Judging from how my attack was contained by it just now, if I accidentally walked in, death was unlikely, but I probably wouldn't be able to get out again.
"I managed to persuade those two guys to come over. It was a bit of a struggle, but it's not a big problem," Foy said, his voice coming from behind Ark as he casually used his scythe to parry any possible attacks.
"When did you realize the true purpose of those two guys?" Ark said casually, continuing to swing his arm like a blade.
The two began their fight, which was not intense; it was just a back-and-forth exchange, with each side fighting in the simplest and most straightforward way.
Gray and Dark didn't intervene; they simply watched the two fight in what seemed like slow motion.
They are a huge threat simply by standing here.
That guy who's now sitting around the world doing nothing on an airship has been locked up in this cage for a very long time. It's a cage with special effects on him; once he enters its range, the cage will try to detain him in its own way.
However, this coffin is far more powerful than it looks. After being imprisoned for over a thousand years, even a demigod-level being has been reduced to something like a salted fish.
If Ark could be locked up, without a doubt, he'd be a master at dealing with demons and monsters. I reckon that once he comes out, he'll really be back to being a lazy bum like Shadow.
Finally, the two separated again, and Ark positioned himself in a relatively secluded corner of the space.
These newly opened spaces are all bounded, not boundless, especially since they are meant to contain things like acrylic, whose size is controlled to a very limited extent.
The person controlling this space is hiding behind any of the tombstones in these cemeteries, and even Ark can't find him. He's in a bit of a predicament now; Foy and that coffin are putting a lot of pressure on him.
"How about we call it a day? You shouldn't be tackling such a tough nut." Foy frowned as he looked at Ark over there. This guy had even reverted to his Angelic form and looked almost exactly like the Ark he remembered.
Because that's what Ark looked like back then, and if you had to describe it, it was white.
Ark seemed to have a clear understanding of the coffin's containment mechanism, so he eliminated his flashy but impractical size and maintained his original state.
“Good idea, but can you let me out?” Yak said helplessly, “I thought you were planning to get rid of me here.”
“I never do things with little hope, nor do I make judgments about things I don’t understand. I’m not a gambler.” Foy looked at Ark warily, ready to activate his domain again at any moment.
His domain can be used for eight hours a day, which sounds like an outrageously long time, but in reality, as they fight day after day, if Eternal Darkness runs out of his domain, then Ark will definitely kill him as quickly as possible.
Right now, this guy is probably afraid of getting close and being hit by a combination of Eternal Darkness and a coffin, which is his only effective way to counter.
It's only thanks to Ark that it's effective, as he's still not familiar with his own body.
Yak looked at Foy from afar, then at the sky.
The sky above this space isn't visible outside; it's covered. Just a moment ago there were dark clouds and red rain, but now only long spears hang overhead.
It appeared on the ground at some unknown time, seemingly capable of piercing the person standing below at any moment.
As expected of my former comrade, he has a knack for dealing with me.
“It seems I really shouldn’t have started here.” Ark said softly, the strange changes in his body disappearing. He waved to Foy: “Then I’ll come back when I’m a little stronger. I’m really sorry to have come all this way just to make you laugh.”
He turned and punched the wall, instantly creating a hole in the boundary caused by the shockwave. In a corner, Prism coughed up blood and landed on the ground.
It was a black hole, several meters wide, like a passage leading to an unknown place.
He walked into the passageway and disappeared into the distance.
"It ended rather anticlimactically," Foy said softly, looking at the two small figures in the coffin beside him. "Thank you very much. If you hadn't come in time, I estimate we would have had to fight for a while longer."
"Consider it payment for the meal. You've taken care of me for so long, I should at least repay you in some small way." An said this, then looked at the "door" that Ark had opened with his power and left: "So that's what that thing was?"
“Didn’t you notice?” Foy said, looking at him. “I thought you all knew.”
“I thought he was just a rather boring businessman,” An said, looking down at Gray. “Our impression of him is limited.”
"I only remember that there was someone who could draw, and he often talked to me," Gray said after a moment's hesitation.
She was referring to Ghost Lord. Nobody wants to spend time with a guy whose true form is a monster, whose character is bland, and whose speech is stilted and formulaic.
However, Ghost Lord was a pervert. He genuinely thought this girl named Gray was a cute little monster, so he would bother her whenever he had the chance, and occasionally even draw portraits of her.
“That’s normal. If I hadn’t known from the beginning that that guy was such a monster, I estimate it would have taken me hundreds of years to get it over with.” Foy nodded. “Anyway, it seems that guy has left.”
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly heard a roaring sound coming from outside.
"If you can't beat them, you just tear things apart? That's despicable." Prism stood up from the tombstone, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Foy with dissatisfaction, saying, "Did you put everything away that was supposed to be put away?"
“There are only some undead outside now. Most of the demon lords have taken important things to seek refuge. The safe zone should be quite important, but if he wanted to cause trouble in the safe zone, his voice wouldn’t reach here.” Foy was also stunned. He thought that when Ark said he was leaving first, he meant to leave their territory directly.
He doesn't usually resort to sabotage when he can't win a fight.
Outside, Yak stood on the ground, looked up at the guy standing on the high building looking down at him.
“This is terrible,” he said softly, a helpless smile on his face.
It was a high-and-mighty-looking fellow sitting on a stone chair with a huge cross behind him.
The surrounding scene was not the neighborhood of the land of the dead, but a church where judgment was held.
“I should have killed you the first time we met,” the Arbiter said. “It was definitely not a good thing to let you live.”
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