Ark of the Immortal

Until then, the cheers and screams from the audience came belatedly.

People waved their arms and turned red.

Especially the Minoans who were mixed in the crowd, every one of them seemed to have taken stimulants, and their countless energy had nowhere to release it, so they had to use screams and shouts to express it.

They saw with their own eyes the current Minoan heroes, just as described in the ancient Minoan books, using their own strength to defeat the heroic spirits.

Cruel, bloody, yet hearty and thrilling.

Morton, who was teleported away from the altar, returned to his lounge.

His body was intact, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the roof of the lounge.

Sitting up suddenly, he realized that he had returned to Yasenus.

The details of that battle have been completely engraved in his mind.

With this return, he felt that there was endless strength in his body.

Moreover, right where the royal weapon originally was, a heavy hammer was quietly placed there.

That was given by the holy object, the reward for defeating the heroic spirit.

Morton picked up the heavy hammer and gently touched the handle and head of the hammer.

This is a weapon that Minos' casting level has not been able to reach so far. It contains strange power, waiting for Morton to unearth it.

However, he also knew that now was not the time to observe his changes.

Now that his battle is over, it means that the next heroic spirit is about to appear.

That's when Morton just raised his head and looked at the center of the altar again.

While the cheers of the crowd were still thunderous, another heroic spirit slowly appeared in the altar covered by the light curtain.

As soon as this heroic spirit appeared, the cheers of the audience outside the stadium gradually died down.

Because he looked so decadent that he didn't fit the appearance of a heroic spirit at all.

Even if you want to get even a hint of description related to the heroic spirit from him, you can only get some clues from the long knife on his waist.

Her black hair is mixed with some traces of gray, and she uses a simple piece of cloth to tie her mid-length hair behind her head.

The stubble on his face was sparse, and his body that looked so thin didn't even have any decent armor.

His attire was appallingly shabby.

A shirt that was torn into rags and a piece of cloth that barely covered her vagina.

Large areas of rough skin were exposed, and bare feet stepped on the ground paved with ashes.

This can't be called clothing at all, it's just a fig leaf that barely has a covering effect.

Can such a warrior be called a heroic spirit?

But the moment he appeared, the undead man straightened his upper body instantly, and his eyes became bright and solid in an instant.

The heroic spirit that emerged from the spark did not say any words or make any movements to look at it.

He just quietly came to the fireless campfire and stretched out his left hand.

As the flames swept across, another line of white runes appeared on the ground far away from the bonfire.

Then, he just stared at the location of the rune and stood silently.

At the same time, in the arena of the Twelve Temples of Jasenus, a violent light erupted in a lounge.

People searched for the impressions in their memories and thought about which hero was chosen by this heroic spirit.

That's not...what's that called?

That fast attacker is a girl, right?

The moment Ye Dao saw the heroic spirit, his right hand subconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

Just by looking at it, she could feel the infinite sharpness and strong death energy from that heroic spirit.

It was the intuition of the swordsman from the Eastern Kingdom that made her aware of the true nature of the heroic spirit.

And when she noticed the lounge, she and Dubin shouted out loudly.

Melanza?!

At this time, the purple-haired Philin girl held the straight knife given to her by the teacher and pursed her lips.

She did not hesitate and stretched out her hand towards the raging flames in the royal weapon.

Step into the flames.

366. The Blade of the Immortal Eight Thousand

The immortal still remembers the day when he just woke up.

He defeated the first powerful enemy guarding the road, and entered the Fire Sacrifice in confusion and futility.

He did not go directly to the Chuanhuo Sacrificial Site, but out of curiosity, he first started to observe the situation around the sacrificial site.

Different from what he remembered, the Fire Transferring Sacrificial Site here looked like it had been grandly renovated.

This appearance made him wonder what year it was and under what circumstances he woke up.

Still confused in his mind, he met this man on the side of the sacrificial site.

He was holding a fighting knife and was wearing tattered clothes. He looked like he had gone through a battle, and not a single piece of skin on his body was clean.

When the undead approached, he directly drew his weapon and began to attack the undead indiscriminately.

The undead man had just woken up, and he did not react to such a change. He accidentally cut his chest with a knife. That was the first wound the undead man suffered.

Even though it took a lot of effort to defeat him, the undead man was still impressed by his superb sword skills.

I don’t know what the purpose is, and I don’t know why he wants to guard the edge of the Fire Sacrifice.

But the undead man admitted that this was a battle he had to brace himself for after waking up.

It wasn't until later that he took the key to the tower from the old woman's hand and saw the countless corpses in the tomb behind the Fire Sacrifice.

At that time, the immortal people knew that maybe the swordsman guarding the door was just a poor person.

And after killing three salary kings, the undead man accidentally fell into the cracks of time and space and met the swordsman again.

There was no communication between them, and the undead only knew his name when he looked at the pewter mark that belonged to him.

expert.

At that time, the immortals understood that perhaps this swordsman was just a poor man who had lost his ideals.

Why did he leave his sword behind to commemorate it?

In that era, there were too many people like this swordsman, who were struggling hard and trying to fight against time for a chance.

But they often end in failure.

Now, the meaning of his reappearance as a heroic spirit is endless fighting.

Just like the soldiers guarding the tomb after losing their ideals.

As the white light appeared, the purple-haired Felin girl slowly stood up from the rune.

She smelled blood and fire, and just when she opened her eyes, she saw the heroic spirit in front of her.

Melanza took a step back with her right leg, held the straight knife at her waist, and slowly pulled it out.

The heroic spirit standing in front of the girl also slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a harsh hissing sound, and then he held it with both hands and took a defensive stance against Melanza.

She didn't know the other person's name, but as Melanza took the knife out of its sheath, she could feel the extremely sharp aura gradually seeping out of the man in front of her.

Even though his clothes were in tatters, even his vital parts could not be completely covered. But only when you really face him can you understand where the ever-present sense of crisis comes from.

Just standing in front of him, Melanza felt a little blurry in front of her eyes. She seemed to see the scene of the blade slicing across her neck, blood splattered everywhere, and her head flew high.

After being stunned for a moment, Melanza realized that she had been affected by the aura of the man in front of her.

Unlike the undead, this man's killing intent was like the deep winter breeze.

Even though it's not strong, it's pervasive. Just standing in front of you, goosebumps will appear on your body unconsciously, as if countless knives are wandering around your body, but you are not in a hurry to cut that gentle knife.

Even though it was just a duel between heroic spirits and heroes, it would not result in a situation of who would die or who would live, but he still faced this battle seriously.

There was no salute between the two.

Melanza is not a noble knight, and the other heroic spirit is not a warrior worthy of praise.

The only battle between them is fighting.

It was at this time that the audience suddenly discovered that the weapons used by the two men were surprisingly similar.

The only difference is that the blade in Melanza's hand is straight, while the blade in the expert's hand is more like a traditional Eastern weapon.

In this moment of confusion, the heroic spirit disappeared, and the next second, the crisp sound of steel colliding exploded in front of Melanza.

At this time, the figure with almost no clothes was revealed in the air.

Ding!

The sound was clear and sweet, but it heralded the beginning of an attack like a violent storm.

Melanza raised the straight knife in her hand as far as she could, blocking the expert's first swing of the knife.

If I hadn't been training well against undead attacks all the time, I probably wouldn't have developed such muscle memory.

Her consciousness didn't even react, and her body reacted first for her, blocking the attack as fast as the wind.

What makes Melanza feel even more weird is that the feeling of resisting the attack of the heroic spirit in front of her is inexplicably familiar.

Ding! Ding!

The expert held the knife in both hands, and his body and the sword became a whole. A short sword was in his hand, and he could barely make any sound when he waved it. But every time, the moves were aimed at Melanza's vitals.

Melanza could only resist the attacks one after another with difficulty, using the straight knife in her hand to block the attacks from the heroic spirits, while letting her body gradually adapt to the speed.

In their first face-to-face confrontation, Melanza was completely suppressed by the heroic spirit in front of her.

This was a scene that no one expected, including Dupin and Yadou.

Morton gave everyone the illusion that the heroic spirits might choose warriors with similar strength as their opponents.

But in fact, heroic spirits will not judge whether a person is worthy of fighting based on his strength.

They just choose the opponent that interests them the most.

Xiaomei's swordsmanship cannot be used at all under the attack of that heroic spirit.

Ya Dao kept an eye on the situation in the field. She was from the Eastern Kingdom, and it was a very precious scene to see two warriors fighting with similar swordsmanship to the Eastern Kingdom.

Being crushed to death, Xiaomei has to find a way to counterattack, but...

Dubin made the same assessment.

They could all see the gulf between Melantha and the experts.

This is a huge gap between the foundations themselves.

Although the undead always say that Melantha's foundation is solid enough. But just because the foundation is strong doesn’t mean it’s enough on its own and doesn’t require further exercise.

This is why even the immortals always say that they have nothing to teach Melanza. But Melanza would still be randomly checked on her sword-wielding practice.

This is not a question of whether it is enough. The foundation has always been a process of continuous accumulation. Only when it becomes deeper and deeper can it support the steady increase of one's own strength.

If Melanza is a little slack on weekdays. Then she wouldn't have walked onto this battlefield today, let alone the expert's first attack.

Because only Melanza, who faced this heroic spirit in person, and the immortals who were deeply impressed knew about it.

The expert in front of him is a true master of swordsmanship.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The pleasant sound of steel clashing sounded in everyone's ears.

Just like listening to a blacksmith swinging a hammer and hitting the iron block that needs to be forged, the battle between the two is a feast for the eyes, a dual enjoyment from hearing and vision.

Both of them are warriors whose forte is offense, and when facing an opponent who is also good at offense, the war between them is to see who can completely suppress the other.

The figure of Melanza gritting her teeth and persisting, for experts, is the best way to urge him to attack.