Ark Undead

But then he took another step forward, his whole body lunging forward. His left hand fingers dug into the soil, his body pressed close to the ground with the inertia, and his right hand, with his greatsword, drew an arc on the ground, creating a full moon!

Ornstein had no choice but to jump to dodge, and thrust his spear downwards, aiming straight for the Undead's vest!

The Undead turned around and swung his sword, using it to block the thrusting attack. But then, his left hand, which was lying on the ground, lit up with a holy golden light.

After landing, the Lion Rider immediately retreated two meters.

Wow!

A burst of pure white light erupted from the undead's chest, pushing everything around it several meters away and forcing back Onstan, who was about to step forward to stab.

Miracle (Wrath of the Gods)

When the Undead stood up from the ground, Onstan looked directly at the Undead in front of him, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment and admiration.

"As expected of the legendary immortal hero, both his miracles and his power are the result of countless trials."

"You too."

The Undead are finding that old feeling of winning big with small resources again.

While their moves appeared to be evenly matched, in reality, they were constantly countering each other's moves.

The Undead's greatsword, which Ornstein might consider merely a straight sword, was wielded by the Undead with sweeping, powerful strokes, yet subtly nimble, like a dagger, forcing Ornstein to retreat continuously.

Onstan can also perform some miracles, but the two are not even in the same league, let alone on an immortal, such miracles are completely useless.

But even if no one dies, it's not easy. Several times, Onstan blocked the attack head-on with an extremely long spear.

It's important to understand that the Undead kept closing in on Ornstein. But whether it was at his feet or beyond the tip of his spear, Ornstein's defense was impenetrable. He forcefully interrupted the Undead's attacks several times.

"You've met Artorias before... No, I shouldn't say that. You should be the one who walks the abyss."

Onstan recalled the sword technique that had just saved someone's life.

"That move looks somewhat like his, it captures some of his essence."

"Yes, the swordsmanship practiced by the Wolf Knight's successor."

The Undead couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy when he recalled the group of pitiful people he had seen at Farron Keep.

"If they heard your assessment, they would be very pleased."

Onstan suddenly realized.

"Ah, is it those pointed-hat warriors? If it is them... indeed."

The undead of Farron Keep, sharing wolf blood, also learned swordsmanship with the help of that great man's companion... well, it can only be said that his companion.

They then formed a group to suppress the Abyss around the world.

The Undead were fortunate enough to enter Farron Keep before their sanity was eroded, and spent their final days with them.

Even the undead trembled slightly as he personally plunged the Farron Greatsword into the chest of the last undead member.

They are all lovely people, yet they have been tormented to this point by the abyss.

Their fate was exactly the same as that of their idols.

Having experienced such a scene twice, personally sending off teammates who had fought alongside them, the Undead would naturally harbor a deep hatred for the Abyss.

"continue?"

Onstan raised his gun and asked.

"continue."

The immortal drew his sword and stepped forward.

Facing Ornstein, the undead's sword was engulfed in flames, just like the flames of battle that had just begun between the two.

As the battle intensified, the eyes of the crew sitting on the truck practically popped out of their sockets.

One moment it was the clash of swords and spears, the next it was the exchange of spells. When the two thunder spears collided, the booming thunder could even be heard roaring in everyone's ears.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Judging from the situation, several construction zone agents who had quietly followed were both terrified and secretly relieved.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't fight on the island. If they had, they would have torn the entire Rhodes Island to shreds.

But only those familiar with the Undead and Ornstein know how far they've come.

Melantha watched intently, trying to glean some insights from the movements of the undead.

She could tell that the Undead had only used some of the weapon's techniques and hadn't used his full strength at all.

Tianhuo couldn't understand why the Undead didn't use the spells that the Undead had shown her in her memory.

It would be such a waste not to use a spell with such destructive power.

Lin Guang nodded as he mentally rehearsed Onstan's movements.

Having not used swords and spears for so long, they must be a bit rusty. The teacher's intention in not using immense strength and Originium Arts is probably just to have a pure contest of combat skills.

Both the Undead and Ornstein knew that at their level, if they truly wanted to determine who was superior, the only way would be to first determine who lived and who died.

For these pure warriors, the ultimate goal of battle is never to be stronger, but to win.

The goal of winning is to kill your enemy.

Therefore, many methods were tacitly refrained from being used.

The Undead did not use the power of the Primordial Flame, but only used a portion of the miracles, and even deliberately held back, fighting with the greatsword as much as possible.

Ornstein did not use the god's absurd physical body or the power of the king's soul that he had obtained from King Gwyn.

Even so, it was enough to make the two of them feel thoroughly satisfied.

In the footage, Onstan and the Undead appear to move in a simple yet breathtaking manner.

Ace and Huang were even more astonished; they had never imagined that a simple fight could reach such a level.

The skill level and the amount of force applied both became part of the contest between the two.

This is a skill that can only be honed through countless battles and countless experiences.

The two figures in the distance are heroes who have survived from the previous generation.

One is a hero who participated in ushering in the Age of Fire, and the miracle itself.

The other is both the beginning and the end of the story of linking the fire.

Such a battle inherently possesses an epic quality.

The two on the other side seemed to be deciding to end the fight as well.

"That's enough. There's no point in continuing. We've had our fun, that's enough."

Standing a few feet away from the Undead, Onstan slammed his spear into the ground and stood it upright. He glanced at the deep and shallow dents on the spear and said with a hint of heartache.

“If this continues, one of us will have to lie here.”

"can."

The immortals naturally understand this principle; they were never mortal enemies to begin with, so there's no need to push things to the brink of despair.

Moreover, in terms of sheer strength alone, the Undead was surprised to find that he was actually weaker than Ornstein.

This is understandable, given that Ornstein, the Lion Knight, is the leader of the Four Horsemen of the King. Even within the entire Lordran, his combat strength is among the top.

"However, I think you should be like me."

Onstan kicked the gun, spun it twice, then hung it back on his back and walked towards the Undead.

"He lacks power and is far from his peak."

"You? What happened?"

The immortal was somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he understood the reasoning.

"The First Flame?"

"Ah."

Onstan nodded slightly.

"The King's Soul that I received originated from the Primordial Flame. Even when the Primordial Flame went out, I could survive on my own body, but my power gradually dissipated along with it. That's why I chose to hide in the world of painting."

The Undead sheathed his greatsword and walked toward Ace with Ornstein.

"However, I did not die completely, which may mean that the flames were never completely extinguished."

Onstan said earnestly.

"Today's battle with you has further confirmed this idea. You extinguished the Primordial Flame, but the Primordial Flame has never completely disappeared; it lurks in some corners unknown to us. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today."

That's definitely true.

"Therefore, I believe that the Fire Mage is not dead."

Onstan stated his conclusion.

"..."

The immortal paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"What's wrong, feeling the pressure?"

Onstan chuckled.

"No way? Even the hero who ended the world feels pressure? What exactly is your relationship with that fire-elemental woman? I thought you two were just ordinary partners."

This is a tradition dating back to the Age of Fire, where the Fire Maiden stabilizes the campfire and serves the heroes who come to bring the fire. In a sense, they truly have a partnership.

But this is not the case for the undead.

Because he obtained the key to another path in a fireless sacrificial site where the flames had been extinguished.

It was precisely because of that thing that he ultimately met his end, with his flame extinguished.

"I can't say."

The Undead shook his head. To be honest, he himself didn't know what his attitude was towards that fire-wielding woman.

In the days when the First Flame was still blazing, the Undead did not need Fire Witches to draw power from the flames on their own. But as the First Flame waned, Fire Witches gradually became a tool to maintain the connection between the ashes and the flames.

But the one the Undead encountered in the fire-filled apocalypse was different.