Ark of the Immortal

Therefore, the role of the undead comes to the fore at this time.

The undead man reached out and rubbed Melanza's head.

Melanza, you are amazing.

Eh? Teacher...why suddenly...

When Melanza heard the undead man suddenly praise her, her cheeks turned slightly red and she lowered her head shyly.

The teacher suddenly praised her, which made Melantha unable to react for a moment.

Not everyone can bear that flame.

These are the true words of the immortal.

Only those who have been truly burned by the flames know how painful the flames are.

Those who are not consciously determined cannot bear that kind of pain, and only those with a truly persevering desire can get a response from the first fire.

Not to mention, after receiving the response from the flames, he continued to fight until the last moment, until he burned everything he had and faced death.

Melanza never cried out in pain during the entire game.

She just shut up and did what she thought she should do.

How could such a girl not be loved by people?

The undead man gently stroked Melanza's slightly rough hair, soothing her emotions while trying to feel the remnants of the flame in Melanza's body.

The flame burned very cleanly, and Melanza's body just returned to its previous weak state, but it did not leave any sequelae.

Melanza gradually calmed down in such a comfortable atmosphere.

Unknowingly, the pain in my body subsided.

Melanza's pale face turned slightly warmer, and she finally realized that the heroic spirit called the expert seemed to have said something to her at the end.

Ah, by the way, teacher. The gentleman called the expert asked me to give you a message.

Um?

The immortal was a little surprised.

what did he say?

Melantha recalled it.

Although her body functions were completely exhausted at the time, she could still hear those two sentences.

He said, let me say hello to you on his behalf, and he said... um.

Melantha paused for a moment. What the expert said should be a compliment to Melantha, so there was no need to say it to the undead.

Kittens and cats can feel shy too!

After sorting it out, Melanza continued.

He said, I hope you can remember, don't... don't be late?

Melantha wasn't sure she heard correctly.

Don't be late sounds weird.

But the immortal knew that Melanza had heard it right.

What experts say is indeed not to be late, and he will definitely make this instruction to himself.

In the fireless sacrificial site, they found things they had never imagined.

Since the flames at that time had already distorted time and space, it might be an existence in another timeline.

But such a hopeless, lightless world was something neither of them could accept.

The old man who was still guarding there told them that the fire girl who maintained the flames failed to wait for her hero.

And the hero who is late misses everything.

Since then, the immortal has never seen the expert again. He doesn't know where the expert has gone until they meet again today.

The expert is the heroic spirit of the sacred object, which means that he knows the situation of the fire girl.

From the Lothric knight to the experts, everyone has great expectations for the undead.

They alerted the immortals and once again strengthened their belief in the immortals.

I will not.

The undead responded in a low voice, both to Melantha and to the expert.

He will never be the late hero.

Since experts will appear, maybe other heroes from the Age of Fire will also appear?

The undead man looked at the altar, and he began to look forward to the next hero to appear.

He retracted his palm, stood up and said.

Let's watch the game.

...

After returning from Melanza's lounge, the undead man sat down quietly.

This one pits the heroic spirits of the twelve Minoan heroes against a Minoan frontier hero.

The battle didn't last long, it was over as soon as the undead returned from Melantha's room.

The heroic spirits were victorious.

After the border hero returned to his lounge, he just sighed with a little regret.

The strength of the ancestors is indeed terrifying, and not all border heroes are as strong as Morton. Otherwise, Morton's fame in Minoan would not have been so great.

In the next two games, one of them selected a Sakaz from Kazdaele.

The heroic spirit that went into battle seemed to be an ancient Kazdaele general described in ancient books.

The undead did not know much about Kazdael and Sarkaz. However, the fighting styles of the two are somewhat similar. They both focus on fighting with Origin Stone skills, supplemented by close combat.

In the other, a Minoan hero wielding a great sword chose Skadi.

What is eye-catching is that these two sword users are also very strong and capable.

Skadi's swordsmanship also left a wonderful impression on the audience present.

Her swordsmanship is agile and elegant, yet capable and concise.

That Sakaz lost the game, but Skadi won the game as expected.

Although these two games are not as exciting as the previous games between Melantha and Morton, they are still memorable.

The best thing about the Undead Competition is that the warriors here don't have to worry about life and death hatred and can enjoy fighting to their heart's content.

It was also rare for Skadi to give it a try without worrying about bleeding on land.

Seeing this, Blood Thorn was so excited that he wanted to throw Skadi off the stage and rush in to fight.

However, now the sixteen heroes have finished five battles, and the next heroes are ready and ready at any time.

Just after Skadi left the initial furnace, another heroic spirit appeared on the scene.

When this heroic spirit appeared, some viewers were stunned for a second, and then they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This...which heroic spirit is this?

No...Pfft...I'm sorry. But I've never seen such a tall hat. It's still standing up. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a roadblock.

He is still holding a big sword. Will such a tall hat really not hinder his actions?

Is it another big sword? I just watched a big sword fight. Is it also a big sword fight this time?

Although it's very exciting, I still feel a bit tired of aesthetics?

The audience was discussing excitedly, but the heroic spirit had already walked to the bonfire and stretched out his palm hidden under the cloak.

At this time, the audience noticed that this heroic spirit was holding a big sword in his right hand. In his left hand, he held a strange-shaped knife.

His face was blocked by the face shield connected to the helmet, and only a pair of calm eyes could be seen from the shadows.

And when the bonfire was lit, the flames swept through.

Only then did people suddenly discover that the most anticipated hero in this immortal competition had finally been selected.

Is...this is the room of that battle knight?!

Is it finally the battle knight's turn?!

People's emotions were suddenly ignited.

It goes without saying how popular the War Knight is.

And while the audience was waiting for the War Knight to receive a response and go to the field.

But he saw the door of the War Knight's lounge being pushed open by a hand.

The knight wrapped in armor walked straight out of the lounge.

He did not accept the call of the flames immediately, but came to the door of another hero's lounge.

In the panic and doubtful eyes of the priests, the undead man pushed open the door of the room.

Bloodthorn looked at the undead man in confusion, wondering what he was doing here.

The undead man spoke, and Bloodthorn had never heard him speak to him in such a solemn tone.

I saw the undead man stretching out his hand.

Lend me a short sword.

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Without asking why, this was a rare request that the undead made to him, and he also borrowed his weapon.

Blood Thorn decisively handed over the short knife at his waist.

The undead man took the short knife and heard Blood Thorn say.

You know him, right?

The undead man raised his head and glanced at the Blood Thorn.

At this moment, Blood Thorn's eyes looked at the undead man, lacking the usual joking and cynicism.

he said seriously.

I can feel the importance you attach to this battle, and I'm looking forward to seeing a wonderful battle.

This was an emotion that the undead had never experienced before. Bloodthorn could feel the coexistence of caution and murderous intent from his words.

This shows that the undead people are really aroused to fight.

The undead man paused and nodded to the bloody thorns in front of him.

Will not disappoint you.

...

The undead man opened his eyes. In front of him was an almost dark sky and the same black sun as in his memory.

He could smell the burnt smell in the air, and he could also smell the stench of blood buried under the ashes.

The undead man took a deep breath. His body seemed to be activated, and every inch of his skin was pulsing with joy.

This familiar taste, familiar feeling...

The immortal who entered the altar felt as if he had returned to his hometown.

This sense of familiarity that existed in his memory made him linger.

As the undead man walked into the altar, the audience outside the venue also cheered.

They were looking forward to this game for no other reason than that it was the Immortal, Casimir's battle knight.

His victories are legendary and cannot be replicated, and every game he plays is an eye-opener for everyone.