Man on the ark, forced to become king

and……

W suppressed the horrifying expression on her face, took a few steps back, and those few steps were enough to free her from the blood mist.

The spell, which appeared out of nowhere without warning, was not aimed at her, but at the big guy who was kneading mud.

This is very interesting.

Logically, in the eyes of those blood demons, this relentlessly pursuing 'hyena' should have already been blacklisted, but they chose to attack that guy whose head was full of stones.

Recalling the strange bloodlust he felt when he made his move earlier, W narrowed his eyes, a guess forming in his mind.

This big guy probably has some secret that the Blood Demon covets, and he'd rather expose it than not try to steal it.

"Hey~"

W whistled lightly, seemingly unaffected by the broken and frightening arm, as if the pain didn't exist.

"Looks like you're in a bad situation. See, you wanted evidence, and here it is."

Two annoying things have come together, and it looks like they're about to fight like dogs. W is happy to see this happen.

Her impulsive attack just now had taken a toll on her body, and she needed some time to recover.

"..."

The armored figure remained silent. The blood mist floating in the air gathered around her position, clinging to the spherical shield and eroding it with fine cracks.

"Cheer up, mudstone."

She mentally encouraged herself, struggling to lift her sledgehammer, and cautiously peering around through her helmet.

The situation is very bad. What that crazy woman said might be true. There really is a blood demon lurking here.

Although she didn't know why the Blood Demon had targeted her, given the current situation, a battle was inevitable.

Because of her misjudgment, she blindly wasted a lot of energy, and she must now exert all her strength.

"If you're willing to beg me, maybe I'll take pity on you."

W's sarcastic remarks reached his ears, and Mudrock suddenly felt embarrassed and awkward. If the truth was really as that woman said, that the village had become a victim of blood magic, then her actions had undoubtedly done something wrong. Not only had she failed to find the culprit, but she had also seriously injured the person who was truly trying to solve the problem.

zizi~

The cracks on the shield continued to widen, and rustling sounds came from the forest. Mudrock subconsciously turned her helmet to look and was shocked to find that a group of monsters made of bright red tentacles had suddenly sprung out of the forest where she had just been hiding.

Most of those strangely shaped things burrowed towards her, while a small portion ran out of the blood mist, their purpose obvious—to attack the woman who was standing at a distance watching the spectacle.

This made Mudrock even more certain that he had misunderstood the situation. If that woman was in cahoots with the Blood Demon, why would the Blood Demon use magical creations to attack her?

"Earth...hear my plea."

Mudrock felt a little ashamed, then gripped the sledgehammer tightly and activated the ancient witchcraft hidden deep within his bloodline.

Her consciousness began to spread and extend, and the earth responded to her call, becoming her limbs.

Wow!

The soil churned up like flowing water, dragging each blood demon creation into a bottomless abyss. The ground closed up, the rocks squeezed together, and crimson blood seeped from the soil.

"I'm sorry, I'll hold these things off. Please leave. I will do my best to make up for the harm done to you later."

...if I were still alive.

Niyan didn't say the last sentence aloud; she had already made preparations to rest here forever.

As a wandering Sarkaz mercenary, she had very limited skills and little experience. She had some understanding of the Blood Demon's methods, but not much, and was unsure if she could handle it in her current state.

However, she has already caused a lot of trouble for others and seriously injured the person who really came to solve the problem. Next, no matter what, she cannot let the compatriot she hurt be harmed again.

'What a pity, I was thinking of going to Letania to take a look.'

A strange thought flashed through his mind, and Niyan gripped the hammer in his hand even tighter.

She will make amends for her mistakes, even if it costs her life.

Click!

The surrounding shield shattered under the erosion of the blood mist, and the burst of energy dispersed much of the mist. Mudrock swung his hammer and smashed away several tentacle monsters, but he couldn't completely block them and his legs were entangled by the slippery tentacles.

"Honestly, why do I always run into idiots like you?"

With a slight thud on her shoulder, the scorching heat transmitted through the armor to her body. Mudrock turned her head in surprise and found that W, who was outside the battlefield, had somehow sat on her shoulder. With a wave of her hand, she scattered a rain of fire, and the blood-red mist and tentacle monsters were swallowed up by the orange-red flames as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

"I really don't know how a naive guy like you survived in the mercenary world. Where do so many oddballs come from in the Sarkaz?"

While complaining, W's hands moved with unwavering defiance, the flames precisely binding each blood demon creation under her control, burning them to ashes.

To her, this thing was no different from an ant that she could crush with her bare hands. It was just intimidating in number, but actually it was of little use. Only those perverted blood demons liked to use this kind of thing derived from corpses and flesh to disgust people.

"Your injury..."

"Injuries? Those things don't matter at all."

With a flick of his wrist, W flicked his arm. Through his helmet, Mudrock could clearly see that the arm, which had lost its clothing cover, was no longer as horrifying as before. On it... the flesh seemed to be wriggling and growing on its own. Although it still looked a bit gruesome, it had basically recovered its original shape.

Furthermore, the injuries above are healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

...What kind of monster is this?

For a moment, Mud Rock couldn't help but have a very impolite thought.

With her limited knowledge, she couldn't tell which Sarkaz race this woman belonged to. She used a special flame that could burn magic, fought in a frenzy, was fearless of death, and possessed an incredible ability to regenerate her body. She didn't match any of the Sarkaz sub-races.

"Are you wondering what kind of monster I am?"

W chuckled as he exposed Mudrock's little scheme, patted the helmet beside him, and teased, "You don't understand why I'm helping you, do you? Don't overthink it. I'm still keeping track of the score from before. We'll settle it later."

"It's not that I suddenly became kind-hearted, it's just that I think those blood demons are more annoying than you."

"Now, cheer up and be careful not to die. Make two more of those big guys made of stones. That's the appetizer, now it's time for the main course."

"……it is good."

Mudstone responded sullenly, put down the sledgehammer, raised one arm, and murmured, "Stand up, fertile soil and rock."

Boom!

The earth trembled, as if something was rolling beneath the soil. Soon after, a thick arm made of rock tore through the earth and pressed down to the ground. A gray-white giant rose from the ground.

Compared to observing from afar before, W now had a deeper understanding of the spell of hand-molding stone golems. His hand movements suddenly stopped, and a deep look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Your magical creations need to be drained of their own life force? You were risking your life to fight me before?"

Chapter 215 Decaying Residue

For most people, vitality is something invisible and intangible; it is not something that can be directly observed and judged with the naked eye.

Depending on the race, the outward manifestations of the loss of life force are also different. Short-lived races may age rapidly as a result, while long-lived races like the Sarkaz will not show obvious changes if the loss is not significant, at most they will be slightly weaker.

However, operators blessed by the Golden Tree can easily sense the rise and fall of life force without needing to judge it with their eyes or experience, because 'life' itself is one of the powers of gold.

In W's eyes, the changes in Mudrock were very obvious. The originally vigorous life force in her body was slowly flowing out and being injected into the rock giant that had emerged from the ground through magical connection.

She was using her own life to create things; such an act can only be described as insane.

"..."

Mudstone did not answer, but simply raised his arms silently.

Boom!

The enormous rock formation pushed through the soil and stood tall on the earth, with soil and rocks flowing like liquid constantly flowing into its rocky body, allowing it to continue to grow.

"Soil...stand up..."

The dull sound echoed across the battlefield, and streaks of blood-red color stained the cracks in the rocks on the giant's body.

"Stop! You're insane!"

W grabbed the triangular helmet next to him and shook it violently.

She could observe that the life force within the massive body she was sitting on was rapidly draining away and flowing into the body of the magical creation. This was not from using magic with her life force, but from the ancient Sarkaz sorcery inherited through her bloodline.

This person shares life with his magical creations.

The giant, constructed from earth and stone, had now become an extension of her will and a continuation of her life, which was undoubtedly a very dangerous move.

If it were a normal attack, the cost would be manageable, but if the magical artifact were destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable. The shared portion of life force might be permanently destroyed. Even for the thick-skinned Sarkaz, losing a large amount of life force at once would be a life-threatening event.

Not to mention, this person's method of using witchcraft was extremely crude. Like most Sarkaz, he never considered how to reduce consumption and maximize results.

"I told you to stop!"

W was furious when she discovered that this person not only ignored her advice but also intensified his efforts, continuing to improve the quality of his magical creations. She slammed her helmet down in anger.

The enemy was hiding in the shadows and hadn't shown themselves; all that had appeared were some insignificant magical constructs. Was it really necessary to fight so desperately? They even resorted to ancient Sarkaz sorcery?

Fighting to the death is not uncommon for Sarkaz mercenaries, but you should at least see the enemy before you start, right?

Who starts risking their life without even seeing a hair? Don't they value their own life?

"That's not enough. You're badly injured. I'll take care of the enemy."

Mudrock shook her head slightly, causing her helmet to sway as well. After pushing her sorcery to its current limit, the rock behemoth standing on the ground had transformed into a colossal creature over five meters tall. The gray-white rocks bulged like muscles, resembling a small mountain of stones. In the crevices of the rocks, segments of crystals, crimson as blood, shimmered with the radiance of magic.

Compared to the smaller colossus from before, this magical creation was significantly larger and more imposing. If it had been something like this before, W felt he wouldn't have had a good way to deal with it in a short time. At the very least, the approach of sacrificing an arm to force a breakthrough would definitely not have worked.