Ark of the Immortal

Chapter 475

Her contribution was not great, and it was even said that Maria could easily defend against it. But every attack can force Maria's sword back.

Melanza, on the other hand, seemed to have seen through Maria's offensive routine. She didn't need to worry about Maria's attack at all. She could circumvent it with just one step every time.

The final result did not deviate from the general trend.

Six or seven minutes later, the crazy attack was like a giant net, gradually sealing Maria's body.

The straight knife bypassed the shield and touched Maria's forearm.

A knight with a sword and shield was defeated when his enemy put the long sword on the forearm holding the shield. If he applied even a little force, his hand would be severed. This was undoubtedly a defeat.

I lose!

Maria simply admitted defeat. Melanza retracted the fixed knife and just put it into the sheath when she saw Maria approaching.

Eh?

Before the purple kitten could react, it was hugged tightly by Maria.

Wow, oh, sister Melanza, you are so amazing!

Perhaps it was because Melanza was not defensive when facing people close to her, but Maria's move really hugged Melanza.

For Maria, Melanza, who didn't speak much and had a gentle and delicate voice, had such a crazy style when fighting, which was really beyond her expectation.

For Maria, Melanza, with her delicate face, is as lovable as a doll.

Especially when I put my hands on Melanza's back and waist, it feels like water will flow out with a gentle squeeze.

It's so itchy... Maria, don't touch it... ugh...

It was the first time Melanza had such contact with Maria, and she was overwhelmed by Maria's enthusiasm.

In particular, although Maria is a few years younger than her, the figure advantage brought by the Kuranta bloodline makes Maria look slightly taller.

Maria was laughing, Melanza was blushing slightly, the two of them were playing around, creating a beautiful scenery in front of the undead.

But the undead just stared at them mechanically.

Maria is indeed a qualified sword and shield knight, but perhaps it is because of the lack of immortality.

Although the style is imitating the undead, it does not have the crushing nature of the undead, and the offensive awareness is still too weak.

Although Melanza did have her own fighting style, she still lacked some stability.

Looking at the two beautiful girls, the undead man was thinking about how to make up for their shortcomings in combat.

A good teacher indeed.

At night, some people have just finished dinner and are ready to take a short rest and go to bed.

But some people will only go out and enjoy their nightlife at this time.

However, W and Greyhound are certainly not included in this, they have never been able to enjoy the nightlife.

For them, when night comes, it's time to really start working.

Senior, are we here just for a date today?

If you ignore the playfulness and sarcasm in W's tone, she has a very pleasant voice and is also a completely beautiful girl.

But only those who see W, look at the crossbow in her hand, and look fully armed, will know how confusing her words are.

This is what men usually want to hear at this time of night, right?

W looked up and down at his surroundings.

It would be better to ask such a question in front of the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, with a young beautiful girl looking at you with an innocent face staring at you.

If you want, I can treat you to a nice meal in Victoria later... Humph! But today, forget it.

Greyhound was also wearing the field uniform he had brought from Rhode Island. However, his eyes did not look at W beside him, but at the iron gate in front of him.

Also, where did you see these things? Seniors and juniors, I feel a bit delusional.

Greyhound fiddled with an iron wire in his hand. He wanted to use a special unlocking method to open the iron fence door, but after shaking it for a long time, nothing happened.

Besides, if you want to go on a date...what's going on? If you want to go on a date, this kind of place wouldn't be a date venue, right?

Seeing Greyhound trying hard to open the lock, W blinked and pushed Greyhound away.

Get out of the way.

The gray dog was pushed by W, staggered a few steps to the side, looked at W who was eager to try, and handed over the wire in his hand.

Do you want to try? Let me tell you, this thing is really difficult to open. I'm not a novice. I've never opened this kind of lock before...?

But W did not take the wire from Greyhound's hand. Instead, he took out something like a small candy from his pocket and stuffed it into the keyhole.

Then, W reached out and fiddled with the red hair on his forehead, and showed the gray dog a beautiful girl's smile.

boom!

The explosion was not loud, but it still made Greyhound's body tremble.

And it was this explosion that caused the entire iron lock to break in half and fall to the ground.

You see, sometimes the simpler the lock-picking method is, the more convenient it is.

Facing W's smiling face as if asking for credit, Greyhound shrank his head and gave her a thumbs up.

You are, this.

W turned around, kicked open the dusty iron gate, took out a searchlight from the small bag on his waist, and walked into the cave first.

The greyhound quickly followed W and closed the door.

By the way, they used the Originium skill created by their own crystals to lock the door again to ensure that no one would come in from behind them.

The fact that the two of them are here is certainly not a coincidence that they happened to meet on the road.

After Greyhound left Rhode Island, he immediately went to Kazdale to find Tracys.

After meeting Tracys, Greyhound seemed to have received some special information.

Without the slightest pause, he directly found W, who was also on standby in Kazdale.

Originally, W was waiting to follow the troops to Victoria. But Greyhound's secret connection made her temporarily change her plans.

Greyhound said he had an update.

And W just put down the work at hand just because of these words.

Following Greyhound decisively, he crossed half of the continent of Terra and came to an abandoned town in Iberia.

Of course, it was not that he was traveling with Greyhound, but because he was an operator during the Tower of Babel period, W knew what Greyhound was talking about.

What he means is that there is information about that king.

Perhaps the mystery surrounding her death can be solved.

The two walked through the long passage, spiraling downward.

How do you know about a place like this?

W asked curiously.

It couldn't be that old bastard Tracy told you, right?

you are right.

Greyhound nodded.

It really is.

W looked back at him in surprise, then turned his gaze and continued down the stairs.

He would tell you this?

Although we all have a lot of hostility towards Tracys, there is something I must tell you.

Greyhound also held a shimmering crystal in his hand, illuminating the stairs at his feet.

Trasis's purpose is not that simple. Otherwise, after the king's death, he would not still be like this until now.

W did not object to this, and she was vaguely aware of some rumors.

Tracy's purpose may not just be for the rights to be in Kazdaele. Otherwise, there is no need for him to summon those monster-like creatures.

Why is he pursuing such power?

It would be too cautious to just kill Theresia.

Does Theresia really need to use this kind of power to target her?

The two stopped communicating.

The further down you go, the more profound and quiet you feel.

I have been walking along the stairs for five or six minutes, but I haven't reached the end yet.

Just when W was a little upset and angry, the flat ground appeared in front of her.

There is a small passage in front of you, and behind the small passage, there seems to be a room that is not too big?

W felt someone push him.

Let's go.

Greyhound pulled back.

W also noticed that this place was unusual and had no interest in chatting with Greyhound anymore.

The two of them walked through the short passage vigilantly and came to the end of the passage.

What is here is a small room that can only accommodate a dozen people, and in the center of the room, a machine that looks like it is made of steel, stays here silently.

The crystal in Greyhound's hand glowed brighter, illuminating the machine in front of them.

It's like a prison, with bars, doors and windows.

Above the cage, there are chains connected to gears.

Is it an...elevator?

Greyhound was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that what was hidden here was actually an elevator.

Doesn't that mean that this is not the bottom? Look, there seems to be something underground.

W's attention was different from that of Greyhound. She held the searchlight in her hand and saw the answer in the gap next to the elevator.

There is no end, no bottom.

Greyhound was already tinkering nearby, inspecting the lift.

Although I can't tell which country or period the style is from. But I took a look and saw that the safety rope here is still tight and the iron lock shows no signs of breaking.

Greyhound was holding the door of the elevator. His sharp eyes captured the handprints on the door of the elevator.

This handprint has been gathering dust for a long time, but it is still new compared to the dust next to it. It must have been used within a few years.

King? Tracys?

W also looked over.

Greyhound shrugged.

Who knows...but we'll find out when we go down.

With that said, Greyhound opened the elevator's fence door and walked in first.

Then he looked at W standing outside the door.

Want to come?

W swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

In such darkness, she already felt a little bit hairy. But the man in front of him seemed not to care.

You know, what's underneath the lift is unknown.

Unknown heights, unknown existence.

The unknown is often fear itself.