Man on the ark, forced to become king

It tried to stop the blade from cutting through the flesh, but what flowed from the blood vessels was not blood, but shining Originium!

Boom!

The roar was like the beating of drums. The tip of the halberd, glowing with a scarlet light, struck the layers of magical shields, piercing through them with overwhelming force, and finally landing on the inner guard's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Big Daddy! Old Daddy!"

Disordered footsteps came from afar, and a square formation with shields held high pushed through weeds and stones, stepping out of the darkness.

The white-cloaked Yeti and the white rabbit ran ahead, bringing with them a biting, cold wind.

"Get out!"

Their response was a roar from the Wendigo.

Bozokasti, whose body was half covered in crystals, suddenly turned around, and an unprecedented rage erupted at that moment.

But this time no one obeyed his orders. The shield guards moved forward and surrounded the snow monsters, who used their magic to summon ice and snow, but they did not retreat an inch.

“Bozokasti, you—”

"die!"

The moment the guard opened his mouth, he provoked Wendigo's anger.

Completely abandon defense and transform all power into ultimate attack.

The halberd was thrown down, its claws outstretched, tearing through the inner guards' magic.

The Originium was shining, and the power gained at the cost of his life surged within him, transforming his flesh and blood into the most terrifying war machine.

At this moment, no one can stop his attack!

When the claws fell, even armor made by magic or special craftsmanship became as fragile as paper.

Unable to dodge in time, one of the guards was grabbed by the clothes and had his head held down.

slap~

With a soft thud, the headless body fell into the mud.

Behind them, torches flickered and torches lit up the night. The infected, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying simple tools or weapons, ran toward the battlefield led by the dragon girl. The burning flames illuminated the night and dispelled the cold.

The heavily armored shield guards marched forward, advancing slowly like a steel-forged bulwark, causing the earth to tremble.

Gray-black snowflakes swirled and danced, contrasting with the flames to create a frozen icy domain. Huge ice crystals materialized out of thin air, aimed at an enemy they could not possibly defeat.

Hu~hu~

With heavy breathing and exhaling mist, he shook off the blood in his hands, and sharp Originium crystals emerged from beneath his flesh, covering his body. The ancient Wendigo seemed to have become a humanoid Originium reactor, with almost tangible Originium energy flowing over his body and skin, vaguely forming the shape of armor.

The flames of Delacroix are burning.

The Yeti's frost is spreading.

The shield guards' formation is advancing.

Wendigo stands tall on the earth.

The Integration Movement converges here.

Only three guards remain.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Gold Shines on the Ice Plain

"Captain, your bravery is truly admirable."

Even after losing three companions, and even with a force of thousands pressing in, the remaining three guards remained composed.

"But how much longer can you hold on?"

"Such severe Oripathy, with Originium flowing into the blood and invading the body, renders the flesh and blood unable to resist the power of Originium."

"Three minutes, five minutes? You will fall, and they will turn into withered bones on the ice field."

The interior defense's composure was not unfounded; they were indeed qualified to handle the situation calmly.

Trading Originium for power is a common practice on Terra, and almost every infected person can do it.

When Originium replaces flesh and blood, immense power will erupt from it, but that also signifies the approaching end of life.

By exacerbating his Oripathy, Bozocasti gained power far exceeding his previous abilities, even allowing him to kill three Inner Guards while under siege.

But that's it.

The spread of Originium is irreversible. Throughout history, no one has truly fought against Oripathy. Even Wendigo's robust physique could not stop Originium from eroding his flesh and blood.

Therefore, after the ultimate explosion comes decay.

Bozokasti doesn't have much time left, and the power he gained by squeezing himself dry is also coming to an end.

In the eyes of the Inner Guards, the current Bozokasti is like a humanoid creature made of Originium, who will die naturally if left unattended.

Then, they could easily slaughter everyone here.

Whether it's the Shield Guards, Yetis, or the Infected, they are nothing more than ants that the Inner Guards can crush at will. Their arrival does not represent hope, but the beginning of destruction.

Demons are powerful because they are known.

The inner guard can control fear.

A deep, dark magical energy gathered in their palms. The three inner guards retreated simultaneously, avoiding Wendigo's attack range. Black and red intertwined in their palms, condensing into a dark sphere.

This is... a collapse of fear!

The spell, fueled by the fear in people's hearts, fell upon the crowd, and the powerful impact swept away the unsuspecting infected and shield guards.

In an instant, chaos began to spread among the crowd. The shield guards, who had been standing in neat rows, trembled and almost lost their grip on their shields. The infected were in even worse shape; some broke down, some screamed wildly, and some threw down their weapons and fled.

Even the Yetis couldn't resist the fear that was growing within them and stopped their charge.

Only the dragon girl wielding flames and Katarina holding ice paused slightly before continuing on their way.

"Damn monster!"

Talulah lost her temper and cursed, her face full of resentment. The temperature of the flames rose again, scorching tiny, twisted marks on the surface of the longsword.

That was a sign that her power was spiraling out of control; in this state, she no longer had a complete way to control her power.

But it's not enough!

She knew very well that this strength was not enough to fight against the inner guards; she needed more!

The cries of the infected echoed in her ears, flames burned in her pupils, and Talulah swung her greatsword with all her might, but it was easily blocked by the inner guards, leaving not even a scratch.

Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!

Never before had she hated her own weakness so much, these monsters called the Inner Guards... No one could escape alive unless they were killed!

She needs power!

After only a few exchanges, Talulah's sword-wielding arm began to tremble. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes filled with gloom.

The orderly ranks crumbled under the opponent's spells, and the Wendigo, which stood like a mountain, swayed precariously, its movements becoming increasingly sluggish.

This is a dead end, a truly dead end.

When darkness falls, kindness and light cannot give her the power to save everyone!

So... she will plunge into the darkness...

For the first time, Talulah began to call out in her heart, calling out to the object she hated so much. The whispers of the past still echoed in her ears, and the immortal black serpent resided within her body.

The shadows are quietly resurfacing.

Upholding the light requires endless effort, but falling into darkness takes only a moment.

The burning flames suddenly rose up, turning a blood-red color. Yelena, who had also been knocked away by the guards, looked up in surprise and found that Talulah, who was not far away, seemed to have changed.

'Yes, yes...that's it...'

'Need power? Then take it all, my daughter…'

'Let me handle it. You'll find that nothing can stop you, and you will bring about change to the world…'

'Relax, relax... I am you, and you are me, why fear yourself?'

No! That's not right! I'm not you!

Darkness spread within her, fueling the burning flames. Talulah clenched her teeth, barely maintaining her sanity, attempting to use the power to prevent herself from falling into the abyss.

Unbeknownst to her, a blurry snake silhouette was being outlined amidst the raging flames behind her.

The guards immediately stopped their spells and retreated to a greater distance.

"die!"

The Wendigo roared across the land, the march continued, the unyielding mountains tore through the spell, their straight backs slightly hunched.

Having persevered until now, Wendigo's life is slowly slipping away, and his body is finding it increasingly difficult to continue.

He was dying, but the enemy was not yet all killed.

How can we stop? How can we stop!

"Big Daddy!"