Man on the ark, forced to become king

But... I'm badly injured?

W looked down at himself and realized he was indeed in a sorry state. One of his clothes was missing, and his combat boots had long been burned to pieces. But he wasn't seriously injured.

The previously damaged arm and some minor injuries were nothing serious, and in the short time that they had recovered to almost the same extent under the blessing power. Doesn't this guy even take a closer look?

Based on his previous actions, it's not hard to judge that this guy is probably a stubborn person. He'll start a fight if he wants to, apologize if he wants to, and he won't hesitate to fight to the death.

These days, people this foolish are extremely rare, especially in Kazdel; they're practically endangered species.

"Forget it, forget it. I guess I'm just unlucky. You're a rare type of idiot. Every one of you who dies is one less. I'll just have to put in the effort."

This guy is as stubborn as a rock; it's probably impossible to reason with him. W sighed, jumped off Mudrock's shoulder, and stretched his exposed arms.

It's unrealistic to expect that slow, turtle-like stone golem to deal with the Blood Demons lurking around. W knows all too well how those madmen operate. If she weren't here, the Blood Demons would wear down this clumsy magical creation on its own.

If there is a reserve of blood, the Blood Demon will be difficult to kill. However, this big guy's life is limited, and in the end, he will basically be dragged to his death.

The best way to save this guy's life is for her to put in some effort and take down the enemy as quickly as possible.

However, doing so will inevitably come at a price, which is unavoidable, since she finds this big guy much more pleasing to the eye now.

"Flame! Devour everything!"

Having made up his mind, W no longer hesitated, raising both arms horizontally, with blazing orange-red flames appearing on his hands.

boom!

The hands, burning with flames, slammed down onto the soil that had been turned upside down by the spell, exploding with intense heat.

The flames rolled from the earth.

Clusters of orange-red blossoms spread out, and pillars of fire rose from the ground, engulfing large swathes of forest in flames.

With a flammable medium, the all-consuming ash fire spread and swept across the land like a tidal wave, becoming one vast expanse.

Compared to other prayers, the Fire Prayer is much more flexible and does not have to be bound by a fixed form. W controls the burst of fire to turn everything that can burn on the ground into ashes. Whether it is the grass and trees in the forest or the strangely shaped blood demon creations, they are all devoured by the explosive annihilation fire. Even on her own body, there are sparks of fire.

A prayer derived from the most ominous prophecy—the grave sin of fire.

Originally an extreme prayer that could trigger violent spontaneous combustion and burn the surrounding area, W developed another use for it—to let the flames devour her, transform herself into a spark, and merge with the raging fire. While burning herself, she also greatly enhanced her control over fire.

This is a move that injures the enemy a thousand while damaging yourself eight hundred. Although it's not quite a mutual destruction, it's not far off. If it weren't for the Golden Tree backing you up, this dangerous method of use could only be used as a last-ditch, forbidden technique.

The power gained at the cost of lives is considerable.

The fire spread wider and wider, distorting the air with its terrifying heat. Everything except the soil was engulfed in the flames, which continued to spread endlessly, intending to burn down every place where the Blood Demon could hide.

As it turns out, this tactic was indeed effective.

Faced with W's insane sea of ​​fire, the Blood Demon, hiding in the shadows, could only be burned until he had to reveal himself in a sorry state.

No matter how clever his hiding methods were, he could not simply disappear into thin air. When the sea of ​​fire spread and the flames illuminated the earth, there was no corner where he could hide himself anymore.

However, the appearance of the enemy that finally appeared surprised W.

It was something completely different from the blood demons we'd encountered before; whether it could still be called human was questionable.

It still retains the most basic human outline, with limbs and torso all made up of intertwined tentacles. The huge bony skull is somewhere between human and beast, strange and twisted, with six holes where the eyes should be, all filled with scarlet color, resembling six eyes filled with madness.

This appearance is unlike any other Sarkaz sub-race; it is closer to the magical creations made by Blood Demons from corpses and flesh.

However, W sensed a life force within it that could form a stable cycle, unlike magical creations that relied on spells for manipulation. The faint connection in their bloodline was also genuine.

In other words, this inhuman, ghostly thing is actually a living Sarkaz, and its blood manipulation magic proves its identity as a blood demon.

"If you look like that, you shouldn't go out and scare people. Remember that in your next life."

W was slightly disgusted by the appearance of being entangled by tentacles. After a moment of stunned silence, W immediately manipulated all the flames she could precisely control to gather them together.

Now that the enemy has revealed themselves, there is no point in maintaining a large-scale firestorm. It would be better to concentrate our power in one place, which would reduce energy consumption and increase the firepower significantly.

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, the rock giant controlled by Mudrock did not stand still and pose. It raised its feet, which made the earth tremble, and moved out step by step. Then it gradually accelerated and ran towards the 'Blood Demon' that was blocked outside the flames.

"The bloodline of the filthy land, the lost descendants."

The 'Blood Demon,' whose entire skull was made of pale bone, somehow managed to avoid emitting a hoarse, shrill sound from its throat, which contains vocal organs.

"Your blood will restore the lost glory."

As the Blood Demon spoke, a dark red, viscous liquid flowed from its limbs, touching the flames that were also rolling on the ground.

laugh!

The foul-smelling black smoke dissipated, and the flowing flames flickered on the slime for a moment before disappearing. On the ground where the filthy traces flowed, the substances that could have been used as fuel by the extinguishing fire were swallowed up first, leaving only barren, lifeless, rock-like bad soil.

Since the flames absorb life and energy, they devour anything that can be ignited before they ignite, leaving the remaining barren land as a natural barrier.

— Obviously, this is an easy conclusion to reach, and a very clumsy and stupid method.

However, sometimes this seemingly foolish approach can be quite effective.

Flames capable of burning gold cannot be so easily intercepted or defended, but the Blood Demon's actions also slowed the spread of the flames to an extremely slow level, making it difficult for attacks projected from a distance to cause effective damage.

The mucus flowed over a large area, enough to create a buffer zone that could weaken the Ashfire to a level that was easy to handle. As long as the Blood Demon did not leave, W would not have any effective means of attack for the time being—unless she charged straight into the fire.

Ultimately, nothing in this world is absolutely invincible. Once you understand the essence of things, there will always be corresponding solutions, even if the conditions for achieving them are very demanding.

"..."

Mudrock gripped her massive hammer, remaining silent. Under her will, the rock colossus charged straight into the 'tainted zone' created by the Blood Demon, its feet treading across the uneven ground.

The muddy soil can stop the spread of fire, but it's of no use to solid rock colossi.

Woo——!

The wind howled, and the colossal figure, not very agile, swung its arm as if a small mountain were pressing down.

The Blood Demon, beneath the fist, remained calm. Its tentacle-constructed body rolled like ripples on water, disintegrating into countless tiny fleshy teeth that flowed across the earth, dragging its skeletal head, thus avoiding the colossus's heavy punch.

"My shapeshifter bloodline grants me the power to change my form at will, although this power is still immature..."

"However, I am already on the right path. In ancient times, all bloodlines originated from the first ancestor..."

"Bloodline of the filthy land, join us..."

"laugh."

W's sneer interrupted the Blood Demon's low chanting. Orange-red flames spread across her limbs, scorching her flesh. Surrounded by flames, she seemed to have transformed into a fire demon that had long been extinct, stepping on the flames and crossing the filth.

"Why don't you guess how many blood demons you are who think this way?"

"I just don't understand why you always think that by consuming other people's things you can get closer to your so-called ancestors and become stronger?"

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, a twisted shadow wielding the flames of destruction tore through the filthy barrier, and the raging flames erupted and expanded, engulfing all magic and life with the most thorough and pure destruction.

Using the breach created by the rampaging rock giants, W broke into the 'filthy barrier' constructed by the blood demon. While disdainfully mocking the foolish act of so-called 'bloodline atavism', W used prayer to guide the eruption of flames to become even more intense.

It was already decided within the Golden Tree that the Blood Demons' attempt to draw power from the bloodlines of other Sarkaz sub-races was a clumsy joke from the start. Such brutal devouring and fusion would never produce anything closer to the ancient Sarkaz than a rotten, stinking lump of twisted flesh.

Such things deserve only to become ashes and residue from a raging fire.

Chapter 216 A Very Large Armor, A Very Small Girl

"Flames... devour my body, and transform into power!"

Steam, high temperature, and raging fire mingled together, creating a bizarre and surreal scene. The giant rock statues roared and hummed, their heavy fists slamming down again and again, each punch sending up clouds of dirt flying.

The blood demon, now in liquid form, flowed through the crevices, dodging attacks while attempting to unleash conjured blood artifacts to strike the stationary mudstone body in the distance. Rather than figuring out how to counter the spells, it was better to prioritize eliminating the spellcaster—a strategy every skilled Sarkaz mercenary knew.

However, with W present, its efforts are ultimately in vain.

The roaring flames swept across the soil, and the surging sea of ​​fire burned ever more fiercely, scorching the air until it was blurred.

With W's roar, a pillar of fire several meters high spewed from the earth.

Roar! ! !

It sounded as if a deafening roar had exploded, yet it also seemed as if it didn't exist.

Amidst the raging flames, the curtain of fire was violently torn and twisted. A humanoid figure, stepping on the flames of destruction, emerged from the sea of ​​fire. Behind him, the leaping and expanding flames faintly formed the phantom of a giant several meters high, and a phantom eye opened from the giant's abdomen.

Gold is burning.

The spark, accompanied by ashes, ignites a great fire; it is the power that burns gold, the most primal and grave sin, an absolute taboo that no son of man should ever commit.

The flames of sin represent the beginning of destruction.

Having unleashed forbidden power, W no longer carefully controlled himself, unleashing destructive power almost frantically. His entire being, from the inside out, had transformed into a burning human torch.

At this moment, she is a spark that brings destruction, using gold and flesh as nourishment to gain unparalleled power.

The flames scorched the body, and the mad incantations assaulted the will. Only by enduring unimaginable pain could one control this destruction.

"Burn...burn!"

W roared and laughed wildly, igniting everything in his field of vision. Whether it was soil or rock, whether it was the Blood Demon's magic or the creatures that were running around, everything was enveloped in the endless flames that scorched the heavens and the earth. Its power far surpassed that of the prayer just now.

In this state, the flames wielded by W are close to the most primal annihilation fire, truly possessing the power to burn everything. Even the special substances and spells that the Blood Demon specially created to block the spread of the flames are no longer effective, and are all indiscriminately burned by the orange-red fire.

Even the soil and rocks underfoot could not withstand the terrifying high temperature and were scorched and pulverized.

The battlefield at this moment is like hell descending.

"Take back your spell. If we start fighting, I won't have the energy to take care of your little toys."