Ark Undead

"I always thought that before that great scholar's invention, none of the Lords of Cinder could escape the First Flame. But I never imagined that you would be reborn from the ashes."

"Me too, I'm very confused, I don't understand."

In fact, the fact that the immortal can awaken is bizarre enough.

Even powerful figures like King Gwyn and Solari, the warrior of the sun, only exist as remnants within the First Flame.

How could he awaken a second time and end the era of passing on the torch with his crippled body?

"Perhaps, this is all the choice of the First Flame. In the era of Lothric, the Lord of Cinder could continue with his broken body, but he could not make the First Flame pave the way for him."

Onstan flashed a gun, then abruptly stopped the gun at his side.

"Only you, the nameless hero, were able to traverse millions of years of time and space to come to the world of today."

"I once saw your artifact atop the ancient dragon. But where were you when the world ended?"

The Undead asked, this was a question he cared about deeply.

How did Ornstein survive until now? Undead are awakened by the First Flame, so how did Ornstein survive?

"The world of painting is also a miracle you left behind."

Onstan said.

"I slept in the world of painting for millions of years. No one can remember the exact time. After leaving the top of the ancient dragon, I felt that I had no more pursuit in life. I walked in the already distorted world. In the end, I was still attracted by the rumors and went to the world of painting."

"Have you...?"

The Undead was about to ask someone a question, but Onstan shook his head. Before the Undead could finish speaking, he interrupted.

"The last fire spirit, is that it? I saw her once or twice from a distance when I entered the world of painting. But after I woke up again, I never found any trace of her again."

"Logically speaking, the Fire Maiden has a close relationship with the First Flame. After the First Flame is extinguished, she will lose the power to be reborn and become an ordinary person who experiences birth, aging, sickness and death. But surprisingly, when I went to the world of painting, the world had been in darkness for a hundred years, and she still looked very young."

Onstan was open to all information, but even he couldn't know everything.

He is a god, but not a deity.

"Do you think she survived?"

The Undead man grasped the key point.

But Onstan shook his head again.

"I don't know, after I awoke, many of the inhabitants who had multiplied in the world of paintings were also heading out of it. But at that time I didn't disturb anyone. I didn't even go to see the master of the world of paintings."

"I didn't bother to search for any information related to Fire Maiden."

Having said that, the Undead lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and then gripped the greatsword in his hand tightly.

Onstan narrowed his eyes and raised the long spear that was held upright at his side.

Both fell silent, but instantly entered a fighting stance.

Without any intention of testing each other, dark orange-red flames immediately ignited on the Undead's sword.

Standing before him was the leader of the Four Knights of the King, the Lion Knight who was already famous in the age of dragon hunting, and one of the protagonists of the miracle "Oath of Gold".

Countless ancient dragons fell to their deaths in his hands; his spear was powerful enough to pierce through thick, hard dragon scales and sever their life force.

Even now, neither the Undying nor he is at their peak. But as long as their consciousness remains, the undying fighting spirit hidden in their souls is enough.

Nourishing...

Ornstein's spear is cross-shaped, with golden lightning running along the entire shaft to the tip. That is his power; the violent lightning can penetrate the scales of ancient dragons, and it is also the power that the Lion Rider received from King Gwyn.

After another standoff, Onstan was the first to hold his gun horizontally in front of him.

In the next instant, all that could be seen was a golden shadow streaking across the battlefield. The crackling lightning followed the golden shadow forward, leaving patterns in the air and on people's retinas that resembled the trunks of old tree branches.

A thrust of the spear—such a simple action, yet in Onstan's hands, it seemed to come alive, the man moving with the spear. The blinding golden lightning arrived before the Undead in an instant, the spear tip aimed directly at the Undead's helmet.

It was as if the undead's head would be pierced through and hung on the blade at any moment.

But even the long spear that flew by like a comet failed to hit its target.

The Undead simply crouched down slightly and turned to the side, thus dodging the meteor-like thrust.

The Undead moved his feet slightly, and the greatsword he had been holding at his side was already slashing horizontally.

Flames form two wings beside the sword, and the tip of the sword will draw a complete arc, slicing the flesh in front of it in two.

Ding!

The gun handle was gripped by the gunner, held vertically to the side, and Onstan let out a low growl, then raised his left leg and kicked the Undead in the chest.

boom!

A visible wave of diffusion spread out from the point where Onstan's feet touched the Undead's chest, blowing away the dirt and ashes around them.

The immortal was struck by this tremendous force and flew straight out, before firmly planting his feet on the ground.

But with his remaining strength, the Undead left a two-meter-long drag mark on the mud with his feet before squatting down again and gripping the sword hilt with both hands.

On the truck, which was watching from a distance, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Where did this Ongstein come from? Who is he?

In their very first encounter, he seemed to have the upper hand and even kicked the undead far away.

Nearl breathed a sigh of relief. She was also one of those who had brazenly infiltrated the group. She had heard that her teacher had come to Rhodes Island and was going to challenge the Undead.

Having witnessed the divine might of the immortals, she feared this battle would be one-sided.

But it seems that their own teacher is no less capable.

"..."

The Undead looked down at the armor on his body.

All I can say is that he truly deserves to be a warrior of the gods and the chief of the royal knights.

Even though he was three meters tall, his movements were still agile and steady, not to mention his immense strength as a dragon hunter.

In terms of strength, even the Undying wouldn't dare claim to have a clear advantage over him.

Thinking this, the flames on the greatsword in the Undead's hand burned even more fiercely.

"You reacted to my attack so quickly. It seems you've seen the phantom left behind by the royal city?"

Onstan's words were filled with astonishment.

"Yes."

The immortal nodded.

The Undead have certainly experienced the power of Onstan's thrusts firsthand. Although the initial strike may seem slow, the spear arrives instantly, its speed unparalleled.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, the lightning in Onstan's hand intensified, completely covering the entire spear, and with just one step forward, he left a considerable dent in the ground.

The next moment, another golden phantom appeared, completely obscuring the human figure, amidst crisscrossing lightning.

Ding!

The undead man's longsword jammed the horizontal blade on the side of the spear, causing the spearhead to tilt to his side.

Then, lightning surged in his raised left hand, mirroring the lightning on Onstan's gun.

The undead clenched his fist, and the lightning spears, resembling branches, surged out from both sides of his fist.

Concentrating his mind, he stepped forward and thrust the thunder spear in his hand downwards!

259. Never left?!

Boom!

The lightning bolts were forcefully driven into the ground like battle flags, and the golden lightning bolts, like tree branches, took deep root in the ground and extended outwards to both sides, meandering and crawling across the ground.

The golden lightning had no intention of remaining directly on the ground. After circling twice under the feet of the giant-like man, it finally seeped into the ground.

The moment Onstan saw the Undead's left hand holding the lightning spear, his expression changed immediately, and he quickly dodged the powerful lightning spear strike.

Little did they expect that this was not a simple lightning strike, but a miracle of piercing the ground with lightning and focusing on the immediate area.

The miracle "Lightning Pillar".

Onstan had witnessed this miracle countless times.

It was a miracle that told of a forgotten method of dragon hunting.

In the battle against dragons, unless one is a god, one cannot simply use throwing methods to directly use the power of lightning to pierce through dragon scales.

The lightning bolts must be driven directly into the dragon's body.

Seeing the golden lightning in the Undead's hand, Ornstein had no doubt that even Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder, could not match it.

This is beyond what an ordinary immortal could achieve.

Onstan reaffirmed his decision. At the same time, gritting his teeth, he forcefully lifted his left leg, which had been paralyzed by the electric shock, and took a step forward.

He thrust his spear upwards, then suddenly lifted it against the undead's greatsword. The lightning-covered spear traveled along the metal greatsword to the undead's gauntlets, yet it caused the undead no discomfort whatsoever.

It's just lightning!

The Undead raised his sword to parry again, then took two steps forward along the spear, his greatsword sliding along the edge of Onstan's sword, sparks flying, and was about to slash at Onstan's bare palm!

At that moment, the Undead arrived right in front of Ornstein's thigh, and he was about to raise his greatsword again to slash Ornstein's arm!

boom!

Onstan reacted extremely quickly; his right leg, which had just been paralyzed, had just recovered when he kicked the lower half of the gun barrel, which was still in the way of the undead.

He steadied the back half of the spear, which trembled like an alarm bell. He then flicked the Undead Greatsword outward, producing several crisp metallic clangs as he escaped danger.

The Undead was relentless. Seeing his frontal strike neutralized by Onstan, he immediately swung his greatsword downwards and to the left, using its momentum to grip the hilt with his right arm, stabilizing the blade. He then faced the retreating Onstan and took a step forward to catch up!

Onstan's strides were small, each step steady and deliberate. But his height advantage made each of his steps equivalent to two steps for a healthy person.

After taking two steps back, Onstan rallied, gripping his spear with both hands, and swung it at the undead man who was half his height shorter, delivering a sweeping blow.

Ding!

The Undead simply twisted his wrist, turning the blade towards Ornstein's spear, and used it as a shield to block the sweeping spear attack.