This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"What happened just now? Was that swordplay?"

Looking up at Ye Yiyi who was beheading the dead with extremely brutal movements and speed, Bai Shu couldn't help but feel a little bit of retreat in his heart.

But that was not fear, but a clear judgment made after assessing the situation.

"No, I can't defeat him with just a sword. I must consult my lord and find his weakness!"

Seeing Ye Yiyi resisting the attack of the axe and cutting a dead man in half, the rat man no longer hesitated and shouted in a deep voice.

"Everyone, retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dead who were holding bows and arrows on the periphery turned into black mist and retreated. The dead who were besieging Ye Yiyi turned into black mist and retreated from the battlefield after being killed by the opponent's sword technique.

"Escaped?" Su Ke, who was lying on Xiaoju's head, was slightly stunned and quickly slapped the car under him, "Quick! Xiaoju, hurry up! We can't let them escape!"

"Chirp!"

Just as Xiaojiu was about to spread her wings to release the force field, an arrow shot from the side and hit Xiaojiu right in the body, forcibly interrupting her move.

"go!"

For a moment, black fog rolled in the hall, all of which poured in through the door.

"Tsk!"

Ye Yiyi reacted, but because he couldn't move freely, he could only smack his lips, helpless in the face of the scene.

Fortunately, his body reacted, the Gray Scale Contract pointed diagonally at the ground, and a dim gray flame ignited on the matte black sword.

"Wait a minute, is this a special attack from a combat technique?"

Ye Yiyi suddenly felt something, and saw his arm raise the gray sword in front of his face, with both hands tightly holding the hilt.

“Bang!!”

The gray flames suddenly exploded, and then turned into a raging fire wave that covered the entire body.

"Crack!"

The green slime clinging to its body made crisp crackling sounds in the gray flames, like hot food dropped into a frying pan, splattering and turning into charred dust that drifted away.

As the mud died, the "parasitic meter" on the light screen in front of him shortened rapidly and disappeared from Ye Yiyi's sight in an instant.

"This……"

Ye Yiyi looked at this scene in amazement, and suddenly felt that his muscles and bones began to recover, and some foreign object that invaded his flesh was deprived and regained its freedom.

"I understand, this is a special attack from the exclusive combat skill Dragon Ash that erodes life!

"This move cannot be used in vain. It must be activated after selecting a target, and this target is not limited to flying dragons!"

He instantly understood the use of the fighting skills, and with a grim smile, he looked up, his eyes fixed on a black fog that was about to rush into the gate.

"You want to escape unscathed? How can such a thing be possible?"

Ye Yiyi suddenly raised the straight sword in his hand high, and the raging flames with his body as firewood suddenly soared to four or five meters high. It was clearly a flame, but the light it emitted was eroding the original light around it.

Suddenly, the brightness of the hall dropped sharply, as if a black hole had appeared, corroding and absorbing the light.

"Oh my god! What... is that?"

Su Ke, who was in the distance, widened his rat eyes and looked at the raging gray flames in disbelief as they kept rolling and changing their shapes.

A deep dragon roar, mixed with low humming sounds, suddenly came.

"I will bestow upon you the unlucky omen!"

A majestic and ominous atmosphere materialized and descended upon this hall. An ancient being descended at this moment through the flame.

Ye Yiyi was slightly stunned and looked up at the top of his head.

The swaying gray flames gathered above his head, and the four wings made of flames stretched slightly. The ferocious dragon head of disaster emerged from it, emitting a deafening and shrill dragon roar, which turned into a hoarse and angry roar in Ye Yiyi's ears.

"Roar!"

“Bring disaster upon me!!”

A gray line suddenly shot out from the mouth of the four-winged dragon and invaded the black fog that was about to rush into the gate like a ghost.

"thump!!"

The dead man was forced to reveal his body in the air, and the greatsword he carried with him fell heavily to the ground.

“Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!!”

The raging gray flames burned on his body, and the middle-aged man seemed to have regained his emotions and screamed with his mouth wide open.

"No! Save me! Don't abandon me!"

He struggled to crawl forward on the ground, but the door made of the wall slowly closed before his eyes.

"what!!!"

He widened his lifeless eyes, which were filled with black bloodshot, and stretched out a burning hand.

But no one responded to him. His companions behind the door cast a ruthless and indifferent look at him, watching the dead man's outstretched hand stiffly suspended in the air, and his pale body completely turned into a gray-black sculpture.

"Pong!"

After a loud bang, the door closed.

Soul Echo +1650

"Is this...dead?"

Ye Yiyi slowly put down the sword in his hand, the gray flames on his body gradually died down, and he looked at the prompt that appeared on the simplified light screen in disbelief.

That deceased was actually burned to death by the ash flames?

"How is this possible? How did he die?"

He looked at the sword in his hand in surprise and doubt, only to find that the originally pitch-black sword body had now turned into a dull gray.

"This is……"

He looked at the sword, and suddenly felt something in his heart, so he lowered his head to look down.

A ring-shaped grey halo emerged from the soles of his feet, with ancient and strange alien characters floating in it, faintly revealing an aura of ominousness and disaster.

"O...Lord Oscar..."

Su Ke rode Xiaochu to his side, staring at him with his big eyes, and shouting in confusion and shock.

"You...your body is fading, as if it's about to disappear!"

"disappear……"

Ye Yiyi looked down at his arm and indeed found that he was gradually fading.

Looking down at the gray halo, he had a vague guess in his mind, then turned his head and pointed at the holy monument, and spoke to the shocked Suke.

"Wait for me at the holy monument. I'll be back soon."

Just as he finished speaking, his vision suddenly went dark, and a cold and biting wind blew from the front. When the outlines of things appeared in front of him again, he seemed to have come to another place.

"It's indeed teleportation..."

He staggered a few steps, feeling the dizziness in his head gradually subside, before he stood firm and looked around.

He seemed to be on a circular rock platform, and outside the platform was a bottomless black abyss. There was only a winding and steep brown rock path leading to a heavy door at the bottom of the rock wall in the distance.

"this place……"

He looked at the rock wall in the distance thoughtfully, but found that it was a curved ring with many large and small concave caves on it, with candles burning gray flames in the caves.

The high wall, covered with gray flames, leaned towards the sky, as if it was about to fall towards him.

Ye Yiyi looked up and saw a circular hole at the top of the circular rock wall.

This building seemed to be an eggshell. Outside the cavity was a sky covered with grayish-white clouds, and a dim ray of sunlight fell through the floating dust.

The sunlight seemed to shine behind him. Ye Yiyi looked back thoughtfully, but he couldn't help but suffocate at the simple and ancient atmosphere coming towards him.

A huge ancient dragon with four wings on its back and covered with gray scales was lying on its side on the stone platform in front of it.

"Four wings...it's definitely an ancient dragon."

Ye Yiyi swallowed slightly and looked down at the gray straight sword in his hand.

"Grayscale Contract... Contract. I remember there was a sentence in the description of the combat skill Dragon Ash: Temporarily restore the contract with the Grayscale Ancient Dragon, and regain its once glorious appearance and ominous power.

"So...it was this sword that brought me here."

This ancient dragon was several times larger than the Hellfire Dragon he had seen before, but unlike the lively Hellfire Dragon, this gray-scaled ancient dragon seemed to be dead, and there was no breath of life in its body.

But even so, its ancient aura and powerful sense of oppression belonging to the ancient dragon have never dissipated.

It just collapsed there quietly, emitting an aura of disaster and ominousness, like the embodiment of some kind of horrific disaster.

"I'm supposed to be here because of the restored contract... but the question is: what exactly is this contract?"

Ye Yiyi was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning the scene in front of him, and he found an ancient altar with gray candles in front of the dragon head.

Not far to the right of the altar stands a mottled and dim holy monument.

"Holy Monument..."

Ye Yiyi pondered for a moment, then put the sword back behind him, stood up, walked to the holy monument, and reached out to light it.

As the golden light curtain spread outward, the name of the holy monument also appeared in Ye Yiyi's mind.

[Sky Mountain Ash Extinction Altar]

"Sky Mountain?" Ye Yi looked confused.

"Does this place name...sound familiar?"

He thought for a moment and took out a piece of brass metal from behind him.

Pure Mountain Copper

Item Description: Precious rare metal that can be found in ancient ruins.

One of the materials used to make props.

It can also be used to forge weapons or armor with magic-breaking effects.

The purest metal known as "Orichalcum" in ancient times can isolate magic power and resist death.

One of the ancient kings, "the creator of nature",

Orichalcum ore was once discovered deep in the Sky Mountains.

Through natural forging, pure mountain copper can be mass-produced.

This is the cornerstone for the land nations to enter the starry sky era.

"Shit!" Ye Yiyi's eyes widened. "Is this Sky Mountain?! The origin of the Olihagang ore?"

He looked around hurriedly, as if trying to find that extremely precious metal.

Then he saw that the gray-scaled ancient dragon had opened its eyes at some point, and its vertical pupil, a mixture of dark red and dark gold, was staring at him strangely.

"???"

This ancient dragon is alive!? Not dead?!

He stared blankly at the Gray-Scaled Ancient Dragon for a moment before finally reacting and raising his hand to greet the other party.

"Morning...have you eaten yet?"

"..."

The gray-scaled ancient dragon narrowed his eyes, seeming a little confused.

After a moment, Ye Yiyi felt the whistling cold wind around him trembling and making a sound he could understand.

"You brought a sword forged from my scales..."

The sound of the wind was hoarse and distorted, like the rustling sound of an old, dilapidated tape recorder.

But there was no doubt that it was the Gray-Scaled Ancient Dragon speaking.

Ye Yiyi was not surprised that he could understand what the other party said. He had once talked with the Dragon of the Hell of Flame, who was an ancient dragon. The other party even asked him curiously how he could understand the ancient dragon language.

"Sword..."

He walked to the altar thoughtfully, took out the Gray Scale Contract from behind him and held it high.