Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"Are you here to kill me? Quesasina..." The White-Horned Demon King in the distance had an indifferent expression on his face. He stood alone on the stone altar, with his pitch-black sword wrapped in dead branches.

In the interweaving of light and shadow behind him, it seemed as if there were hideous demons biting each other. In the dim corner, a low roar could be heard faintly.

"Quisatushta, you should have died long ago, thousands of years ago..." Shining lowered his eyebrows, holding a sword in his arms, and there was no trace of blood on his body.

Doctor Baijiao, who usually sympathizes with his patients, will use the sword in his hand to cut off the fate of his bloodline today.

"Many years ago, my mother came to my father and me just like you did. I forgave her at that time. After all, for my family, this was just a small mistake, and I will forgive you all."

There was contempt in the White-Horned Demon King's flat tone. In the thousands of years of inheritance of the Pardoner, Quesatusta had died time and again at the hands of his loved ones, and then been resurrected from death time and time again.

History always repeats itself again and again...The meaning of the name Kwisatusta is the answer.

Kwisatusta means everlasting hope.

"Shut up, you have no right to talk about her." Shining's eyes were filled with flames of anger at the hypocritical monster in front of her, who spoke of her mother in such a contemptuous tone.

"When you left home, you vowed to sever your family's bloodline. I look forward to your return home to fulfill your promise all the time."

"Now, you are back with the vessel and a Sarkaz Demon King. Are you planning to use the Demon King to kill me here?"

Kwisatusta turned his gaze away from Shining and looked at Roy who was standing with the container.

The dark crown between the horns was once worn on his head, but now the Pardoner has a greater goal, and the crown is just the key.

Hearing the word "vessel" from Quesatusta's mouth, Nightingale felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart. She clearly had her own name, so she was not a vessel.

Nightingale clenched the staff in his hand and stared at Quesatusta who was standing high up and looking down at everyone.

The container glared at him with hostility, which was keenly noticed by Quesatusta, but he did not care about the container's opinion. If it was broken, he could just build a new one.

What's important is the Demon King's attitude. Now that my strength is severely damaged, I can't win if the Shining and the Demon King attack at the same time.

Kuisatushta's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly clenched his hands behind his back.

Once the devil is ready to attack him, he will immediately trigger his backup plan and quickly leave the maze-like lair, and his loyal guards will help him delay time.

Roy and Quesatusta's eyes met in the air, and the power of the devil let him know that Quesatusta was not in good condition.

"No, I won't take the initiative. Because Shining said he would kill you personally, and if I take action, you will die quickly."

Roy shook his head and pulled Nightingale back, leaving the battlefield to Shining and Quesatusta.

"Shining, is she okay? After entering the underground, she seems to be very nervous, anxious and a little panicked. I have never felt such complex emotional fluctuations from her."

Nightingale looked at Shining standing in the field with some worry. If possible, she wanted to stand beside Shining, hold her hand, encourage her and comfort her.

"It's okay, just believe in The Shining..." Roy patted Nightingale's hand to reassure her.

"Hehe... In that case, Quisasina, what are you still hesitating about? Draw your sword, stab the blade into my heart, and end my life. You can free yourself, right?"

Knowing that Roy was not going to take action immediately, Quesatusta loosened his hands behind his back, walked down the steps of the altar, and slowly came in front of Shining.

"Or are you afraid..." Quesatusta reached out and grabbed Shining's shoulder, and just as the pale hand was about to touch Shining's body.

A clear sword sound was heard, followed by the morning and evening light pouring out from the scabbard.

Shining drew her sword, her aim aimed at Quesatusta's undefended chest.

"Ding!!!" The pure white sword blade was blocked by the pitch-black sword blade, making a crisp metal collision sound.

At the moment when his heart was about to be pierced, Quesatusta used his weapon to block the fatal blow.

Feeling the power coming from the weapon, Quisatusta pulled back, still with a hypocritical smile on his face: "My dear sister, you didn't slack off in your training during my absence. I am very relieved."

"It's a pity that now is not the best time for us to get together, otherwise we would have given birth to the purest generation in the thousands of years of history of the Absolver."

"I won't allow this to happen." Shining flipped the sword in his hand, and the flame of the soul ignited on the pure white blade. This is Shining's special authority as the most pure bloodline among the current pardoners.

Her understanding and control of the soul far surpassed all the Absolvers. Because of this, she was able to create Nightingale, an empty shell that touched "me".

The soul fire also ignited on the black blade of Quesatusta. The qualifications of this body may not be as good as those of the Shining, but as the origin of the Absolver's spells, he has an incomparable spell proficiency that the Shining cannot match.

The burning flames illuminated Shining's face, while Quesatusta, who was also ablaze, had his handsome face shrouded in shadow.

"Ding!!!" The sword blades dragged the scattered soul fragments and collided fiercely. The high-temperature sparks burned the Shining's skin.

"The spells and skills you have were all taught by me. How can you kill me with my spells?" Quesatusta held the sword in one hand, appearing to be at ease.

"It's not the spell that kills you, but the Shining." The Shining didn't care about what Quesatusta said at all, but just kept swinging the sword in his hand.

"Sister, you can't hurt me..." Quesatusta blocked the tip of the sword that was coming straight at him, and with a thought, he cast a spell instantly.

Shining took advantage of the gap when Quesatusta was casting a spell, lowered his body and rushed to his side in an instant, and the pure white sword stabbed out from below, pointing directly at his ribs.

"Success..." Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce through the black robe, the unsuspecting Quesatusta suddenly moved.

In Shining's eyes, Quesatusta's movements were as fast as a ghost. In just the blink of an eye, he launched attacks from three different directions.

The offensive changed instantly, and the Shining was affected by the spell, and his eyes could not follow the flashing light and shadow at all.

There was no time to react, and Shining could only rely on his instinctive reaction from years of fighting to block two of the swords, while twisting his body hard to try to avoid the third sword.

"Ding... Ding!!!" The sword blades collided with each other, and the huge force transmitted from them caused Shining's body to pause.

"Puchi!!!" The sharp sword blade cut through the protective gear under the black robe, breaking the skin and muscles, and blood splattered out.

Shining's left arm drooped weakly, but she still couldn't dodge the sword.

In the eyes of Roy and Nightingale, the Shining was about to stab Quesatusta.

In just a blink of an eye, sparks flashed from the collision of weapons. Shining was inexplicably hit by a sword, and his left arm was covered in blood.

Nightingale didn't even see when Quesatusta made his move.

"Is it because it changes the speed of time flow around me?" Roy quickly discovered the reason. This was the eternal spell of the White Horned Demon King in the ancient legend of the Sarkaz.