Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"PRTS"

"Mr. Roy, I'm here"

In the dark room, the communicator screen illuminated Roy's face.

"I'm about to leave Rhodes Island and go to Kazdel City to carry out a mission."

Roy paused, muttered something, and a dark shadow flowed out of his body.

"This is one of my consciousnesses. If a dangerous situation that cannot be handled occurs on the ship, please wake him up. I will return to provide support with all my strength."

After recording this, Roy handed the communicator to Black Shadow.

"I'll leave this to you, PRTS. I trust your judgment."

"I understand, Mr. Roy."

The communicator screen went dark, and the room fell into darkness again, leaving only the twin moons hanging in the sky and scattered starlight shining through the window onto the floor.

......

Rhode Island Deck

After Kolciel called for support from the medical department, medical operators carrying stretchers carried away the seriously injured her and other wounded.

A crimson figure landed on the deck, and the Blood Demon Lord Dukare was attracted by the powerful naval cannon.

The pale hand stroked the rough surface of the gun, and the barrel was still a little hot.

In Dukare's eyes, this skin was far softer than the skin of the most beautiful Sarkaz woman.

The bloodstains beside the gun base caught his attention. "The aura of a young blood demon. It seems that he was seriously injured."

Dukare can obtain information about the owner's physical condition, emotional changes, direction and distance from the blood.

It can be used to scout the surrounding situation, such as now, he turned to look at Logos who appeared on the deck.

"Blood Demon Lord Dukare, you shouldn't be here." Logos took out a bone pen from his arms and said to him with a serious face.

"I just want to see who made the weapon that caused such heavy losses to my people."

When Dukare touched the barrel, he realized that it was different from the Victorian cannon he knew. This was someone's magic creation, not the result of scientific research.

"Is it the new member who joined you?"

Logos did not wait for him to finish and cast a spell directly. The scream that was enough to crush the soul rushed towards the Blood Demon Lord like a tsunami. The bone pen in his hand was waved in the air, and the flowing light from the pen tip engraved the ancient spell.

"You're so anxious to attack me, are you worried that you won't have the chance to do so later?"

"Banshee!"

The blood covered the screams, and the entire upper deck became a sea of blood, leaving only an empty space under Logos' feet. The crimson beast obeyed the king's command and roared as it charged.

The golden runes cut the blood again and again, but they were reborn in the sea of blood again and again, constantly attacking Logos, endlessly.

"Bane, you are too young. Your mother should teach you for a few more years, so that you don't lose the reputation of a banshee in the outside world."

"Well, let me guide you on behalf of your mother. She might even thank me."

After saying this, he opened his palms and clenched them slightly towards Logos who was surrounded by a sea of blood.

Logos felt the blood in his body begin to heat up and flow faster, as if it was about to burst out of his blood vessels.

Fortunately, runes on his robe lit up at the right time, isolating the Blood Demon Lord's spells.

"It looks like you have something nice on you, is that the dress?"

The Blood Demon Lord could feel that his spell suddenly couldn't find the target. The banshee was clearly in front of him, but there was no trace of her, and the spell was ineffective.

In the end, Logos used the spell engraved on his clothes by his mother to break free from the control of the Blood Demon Lord.

"The banshee's knell can bring about the inevitable death of a thing, whether it is alive or not."

His mother's teachings rang in his ears, and Logos had already thought of a way to deal with the spell of the Blood Demon Lord.

The bone pen lit up again and was held by an invisible hand, but this time it wrote not a spell but a piece of music.

Logos followed the rhythm of the bone pen and chanted the song his mother taught him since he was a child. The blood that was just attacking Logos stopped, and they were all killed by the spell.

The blood on the deck turned into black smoke and gradually disappeared, and a new round of larger blood sea attacked again. But in front of Logos's spell, they turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air before they got close.

"The Banshee's death knell... I take back what I said before. You are the most talented banshee I have ever seen, but you are only talented."

The sea of blood changed, and although the blood had clearly been killed by the spell, it still bombarded Logos with tremendous force.

How is this going?

Logos could not withstand the impact of this landslide, so he could only dodge. The Blood Demon Lord stood still, without moving a step, and watched Logos flee like a frightened prey.

"Banshee, tell me where the person who built these cannons is, and I can let the others on this ship go."

"When the flag of the Tower of Babel is hoisted over Kazdel City, you may be able to meet him when you are tried as war criminals."

"Humph, you're still being sharp-tongued now. I hope you won't kneel down and beg for mercy later."

While Logos was still struggling, the atmosphere in the medical department corridor was a little weird.

"Quesa Tousta"

Do not!

Now he should be called the one who knocks on the door.

He is a rat who has coveted the crown for a thousand years. He relies on evil and cruel witchcraft to possess his descendants in an attempt to usurp the throne of the Demon King.

Like a poisonous snake lurking in a dark corner, insidious and cunning.

Shining ignored his pretense and swung the sword at him without hesitation. The blade, which was strong enough to cut through the alloy wall, was easily caught by Quesatushta with his left hand.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the sword and the flesh, which could not be broken through no matter what.

He swung his right hand holding the sword backwards, forcing back Ascalon's attack.

"Ascalon, be careful. He is not the same person as before. He is very dangerous now."

Shining reminded Ascalon.

"I see!"

Ascalon's figure disappeared into the corridor, disappearing from the two of them.

"Quisatushta" seemed to have sensed something and swung his sword with all his strength, but the narrow corridor limited the use of the sword. He could only block his throat with his hand.

A flash of cold light passed by, and the left hand that had easily blocked the attack of the Shining Spirit before was cut off cleanly. The long sword cut through the air, but it seemed to hit nothing.

Shining saw that "Quesatusta" was injured and took the opportunity to attack together with Ascalon.

"Quisatushta", who lost one hand, quickly fell into a disadvantage when facing the siege of two people.

In order to avoid being attacked from the front and back, "Quisatushta" leaned his back against the wall of the corridor, so that the attack of the two Shinings could only come from the front.

"This body is still too fragile and cannot fully bear my strength. I must open that door as soon as possible."

While dealing with the attacks from the two Shinings, "Quisatushta" slowly approached the ward where Nightingale was hiding.

The wounds on his body were increasing, but he didn't care at all. The mission of this body was only to activate the container and wait for it to mature. Once it gave birth to a pure bloodline, he would become the eternal demon king.

Ding!

"Quisatushta" found the right moment to fight back the two men and rushed towards the dark door. He could feel that the container was inside.

puff!

The pitch-black blade pierced his chest, and blood flowed down the blade. It was just a sword, but it felt like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Quisatushta" felt very confused. He had clearly used magic to check before coming in, and there was only the container inside.

Why is there one more person now?

The person holding the sword and piercing his heart was not a human at all.

A dark sword, a dark arm, a dark body...

Those eyes without any human appeal, what on earth are these?

Even though he had lived for a thousand years, he still couldn't recognize it, but now he had more important things to do.

"Quisatushta" could feel that the life of this body was rapidly fading away, and he had to leave immediately, otherwise the descending soul would be damaged.

But the sword that pierced through his body was not only like a mountain pressing down on his flesh, but also like a steel nail that nailed his soul into this body.

Every movement of the soul brought unimaginable pain. "Quisatushta" decisively chose to cut off his arm to survive, giving up nearly a quarter of his soul before escaping from the sword.

The severe pain made him scream, and he turned into a faint light and disappeared into the room.

The shadow did not stop him from escaping, because the consciousness of the manipulator told him that the soul of the person pierced by the sword would be branded, and he would never be able to escape the hunting of the holder.

This is Roy's backup plan after being awakened by PRTS, a clone created by the magic of a certain demon king.

In order to protect his city as much as possible when going on an expedition, the demon king cut out a part of his soul and transformed it into an avatar controlled by the main body, which could share the power of the main body.

Roy was concentrating on controlling Kazdel's flight and could only devote a small part of his strength to the black shadow.

Not much, but enough.

Askalen looked at the strange black shadow in front of him. The aura on his body was more dangerous than the "Quisatushta" just now.

Lowering his body to prepare for a surprise attack, Shining reached out to stop Ascalon's movements.

"Ascalon, don't do it! That's Roy's clone."

Ascalon: “?”