Ark of the Immortal

If it weren't for my knowledge of ancient forging methods, I wouldn't be able to create this pair of weapons for you two.

To be honest, when talking about forging, the first thing that the undead think of is not the God of Fire.

But the ordinary blacksmith in Casimir, Ender.

It was he who forged the first undead sword and shield, and it was he who provided the undead with a comfortable armor.

The topic is far off topic, but when it comes to immortal competition, I only know so much.

When Kagami said this, she became silent.

The subsequent maintenance needs to be carried out carefully, and it is not convenient for everyone in Rhode Island to disturb it.

Maintaining weapons is just the first item of the day.

But the next plan is just to let Melanza relax.

Being able to pass the individual competition and become a warrior participating in the immortal competition already shows Melanza's skill.

Even Melanza herself never thought that she could really get to this point.

Therefore, the final immortal competition is more about gaining experience.

Everyone regarded today as a day to relax, and no one really expected Melanza to win the battle with the heroic spirit.

After a good day in the festive atmosphere of Minos, everyone in Rhode Island returned to the hotel.

After dealing with the various letters left for Melanza and the undead, it was getting late, so I packed up and planned to rest.

However, at this time, a man wearing a black sacrificial robe walked into the hotel.

After asking the boss, he knocked on the undead man's door.

Lord Battle Knight, the high priest needs your help.

The priest whispered as soon as he saw the undead man.

He bowed solemnly to the immortal.

Please follow me to the Temple of Heroes.

...

At this time, the Twelve Heroes Temple is underground.

The iron door enshrining the sacred objects was locked, and from time to time there was a huge impact sound coming from inside.

The priests formed a circle in front of the relic door, and everyone waited anxiously.

And just inside the door, an old man with gray hair was wearing simple armor, holding a hammer and shield, confronting the warrior in front of him.

The long sword struck the shield, causing the old man to take a step back. He dodged the next slash with dexterity and tried to counterattack at the same time.

And just behind it, the door shrouded in thick fog blocked the old man's sight, making it completely difficult to see what was inside.

The warrior confronting the old man was also wearing heavy armor. In his hand, he held a slender straight sword, and in the other hand he held a regular-shaped middle shield.

There seemed to be some kind of emblem sewn on the blue cloak behind him, but it was so tattered that it was completely unclear.

Rather than being a warrior, he is more like a knight described in ancient books. He smelled of smoke and decay, and he was the heroic spirit that manifested from the holy object.

The old man wanted to fight back, but facing this tall knight, the old man was obviously powerless.

The knight did not speak, but silently attacked the old man in front of him.

The longer the priests outside the door waited, the more uneasy they became.

This is not the first time that the high priest has resisted the heroic spirits alone, but it is the first time that he has been imprisoned himself.

The high priest probably couldn't guarantee that he could defeat the warrior who appeared from the legend, so he issued such an order just to be on the safe side.

And there is nothing anyone can do about it, because this is the rule.

In a fair fight, the heroic spirits will choose their opponents.

As long as the heroic spirit's desire to fight can be eliminated, the anger of the holy object will fade away.

If someone else takes action, another heroic spirit will be guided out.

Therefore, it is a fantasy to use numerical superiority to suppress the heroic spirits.

If you fight in the manifested arena, there will be no problem.

But now the holy object does not open the door to the arena, which means that if the anger of the heroic spirit cannot be calmed, the heroic spirit will kill it.

The priests were unable to decipher the words of the holy relics, and this was the first time in all the history that could be examined that such a situation had occurred.

While everyone was anxiously waiting for the battle to end, the warriors guided by the priest appeared underground in the temple.

Where are the heroic spirits?

The undead man looked around and asked.

Inside, the high priest is fighting with him, but the battle has been going on for a long time. The high priest should be almost unable to hold on.

The priests breathed a sigh of relief, while Pallas's uncle quickly answered the immortal.

Inviting the undead to fight was a conclusion reached by the priests after discussion.

Pallas could hear the oracle, something the temple priests knew.

And Pallas said that the immortals were the messengers waiting for the holy objects, so they asked the immortals for help.

Open the door.

Needless to say, the immortal had already gone to the door and unlocked the huge iron lock.

The sound coming from the door made the undead focus his attention.

It was the crisp sound of weapons colliding.

After the lock was unlocked, the undead man stretched out his hand, refused the priests' help, and pushed open the several-meter-high iron door by himself.

A heart-wrenching creak sounded from the bearings of the iron door.

As soon as he opened the door, the undead man saw two warriors fighting.

The old man's armor was covered in blood, and there were several wounds on his body.

But the heroic spirit in front of him showed no trace of injury.

This is the terrifying strength of ancient heroic spirits.

Mr. Battle Knight?!

When he noticed that the door was pushed open, the old man's expression suddenly changed, but he saw a somewhat familiar soldier.

You shouldn't have come in! The holy object will summon another heroic spirit!

Naturally, the high priest did not know the decision of the priests.

His gray hair was also dyed red, and at this moment, he was struggling to block the attack of the warrior in front of him.

The heroic spirit heard the old man's voice, and the long sword he was about to cut suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The old man was about to raise his shield to resist, but what happened in front of him caught him by surprise.

The knight turned around and looked at the undead man who appeared at the door.

At the same time, a wisp of mist in the compartment separated and floated behind the undead man.

The white mist cut off the connection between the inside and the outside world, completely sealing the door through which the undead came in, so that the priests outside could not see clearly what was going on inside.

When the high priest saw this, he cautiously took two steps back.

After confirming that the heroic spirit really stopped attacking him, he dragged his body to the undead man's side.

The heroic spirit stopped. This was an accident that had never happened before. The high priest didn't understand what happened, so he could only look at the undead with questioning eyes.

Take some rest first.

The undead man slowly took off the sword that had just been repaired today.

Let me do it instead.

The high priest hesitated for a moment, but still listened to the undead man's words, and came to the ground beside him to sit down with difficulty.

The immortal man's attention had long been attracted by the knight in front of him.

The appearance of this knight was all too familiar to the undead.

The straight sword in his hand is simple and noble in style. The iron shield is painted with a coat of arms symbolizing its service to the royal family.

A Lothric knight who associates with dragons.

Even though he is wearing heavy armor, he still has agility.

The blue cloak behind him shows his status as a senior knight.

After passing through the layers of time blockade, he came to the continent of Terra as a heroic spirit.

And this knight seemed to recognize who the undead man was.

He took the initiative to raise his sword and shield to fight, and no more heroic spirits appeared beside him.

There was no communication between the two, but the weapons in their hands explained everything.

The sword hit the iron shield first. The knight's burly body trembled slightly, but he still held on.

He even had the energy left to raise his sword to fight back.

He raised the straight sword in his right hand, stepped over the edge of the shield, and was about to slash down!

But the knight's counterattack was not successful. The undead man, who was already familiar with the attack methods of the Lothrik knights, swung his sword upward with his backhand.

The sword blade got stuck on the edge of the knight's middle shield, and with great force, the shield lifted the knight's entire side.

The undead man took a step forward again, held the newly raised sword blade steady in front of his chest, and stabbed out with the sword.

Ding!

The heroic spirit's excellent combat experience saved him from the mistakes he made when he tried to attack this time.

But the shield placed on the chest in a hurry was unable to withstand the force of the warrior's thrust.

He stumbled back a few steps and then reorganized his body.

The high priest's eyes widened.

Although he is not a hero, when he was young, he was one of the strongest men in Minos.

Even if it is due to old age and weakened strength, when facing the knights, the disadvantages in tactics and speed are clearly visible.

But the undead man only attacked in the first round and suppressed the knight to the point where he was completely unable to fight back.

It seemed that all the opponent's attack methods were seen through by the undead.

This is inevitable.

This battle has happened too many times in the past.

The undead had fought against the Lothric knights with countless weapons, and this battle was also a crushing victory without any suspense.

Every time the sword hit the shield, the knight's body tilted to varying degrees.

After just a few rounds of attacks, the Cavaliers had no way out behind them.

The knight, whose physical strength had long been exhausted, lost all remaining ability to resist when faced with the menacing thrusts of the undead.

The sword blade struck precisely at the center of the shield.

The knight deliberately tried to deflect the force of the blade. But his sore and swollen left hand couldn't do it at all. Instead, the huge force once again bent the shield.

The tall knight leaned sideways, his legs and feet were shaking, and his heart was wide open.

Under the illumination of the hanging lights, the sharp sword blade tore through the armor's protection, pierced into the flesh and blood, and then passed through the entire body, completely nailing him to the stone wall.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the knight released his shield and sword.

The steel fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The heroic spirit who was nailed to the wall looked at the undead man. Under the helmet whose face he could not see clearly, he made a dry and weak voice.

Thanks...

The undead man nodded slightly, raised his right foot, stepped on the knight's abdomen, and slowly pulled the sword out of his chest.

The knight knelt weakly on the ground. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the undead man in front of him.