Ark Undead

Melantha watched intently, but even she couldn't understand how it was done.

Only when the flames on the undead's straight sword gradually dissipated and the blade returned to its silent, cold, deep black color did the undead return the straight sword to Melantha.

"No, don't rush."

The immortal offered this advice.

"You are learning. Not ordinary Originium Arts."

In fact, to describe igniting the Primordial Flame as Originium Arts would be an insult to the Primordial Flame. But the Undead chose a way that Melantha could better understand.

"Ignite it, it's not an easy thing. Keep going."

Melantha had no idea what she was doing.

She was the first person, besides the immortals, to be able to draw upon the power within his weapon.

In other words, Melantha's personal will was enough to arouse the power of the Primal Flame hidden within the straight blade, but the response of this power to her was still very weak.

But this is, after all, the first spark.

This is the flame that gave birth to the world at its beginning, the foundation of an entire generation.

Melantha, a girl in her teens, not even twenty, was able to do this. Even in the Age of Fire, it would be astonishing.

What was she thinking, what was her belief when she held the sword?

The immortal couldn't help but think.

Melantha took the straight sword from the undead's hand. Her slender fingers gripped the hilt, giving her the power to keep the weapon firmly in her grasp.

Sparks flickered as the purple kitten swung its sword, the blade gleaming as if it were scraping against steel, but it failed to ignite the flames hidden within.

She frowned slightly and gently bit her lip, still feeling that it was her own problem.

Even if someone doesn't die, it's difficult to explain to Melantha; there's too much to it.

However, Melantha is indeed the Undead's most satisfied disciple, a fact that Melantha has thoroughly proven in terms of her ability and sincerity.

As Melantha stared at the straight sword in her hand, her silver teeth clenched, struggling to use the Originium Arts that she had never been able to react to before, the Undead suddenly felt that his disciple had an inexplicable cuteness.

Perhaps, Melantha really can...

Then the immortal raised his right hand.

On her index finger, a tiny flame spontaneously ignited, and with a gentle touch, it touched the blade of the straight sword that Melantha was holding horizontally in her hand.

At that moment, the straight blade hummed softly, and Melansha vaguely heard only the hissing sound of flames burning, and the straight blade burst into flames.

Holding the straight sword, Melantha felt as if she had inexhaustible strength, and even her five senses were greatly enhanced. But her body was growing weaker and weaker.

At the same time, Melanie felt a slight stinging sensation in different parts of her body.

The pain is mild, but if you pay close attention, you can feel as if your body is being burned.

Her breathing quickened, and Melantha could hear the ecstatic tremor of the straight sword in her hand; it yearned for battle.

As the Undead withdrew his index finger, the flames slowly fell away, gradually dissipating into the air, and finally disappearing completely from the hilt of the sword.

"call..."

Melantha let out a heavy sigh, then began to breathe heavily.

"Yes, how does it feel?"

"The immortal asked."

"I feel a bit unwell, dizzy, short of breath, and... have no strength."

Melantha's face was slightly pale. With her body, she was still a little short of being able to withstand the exhaustion after igniting the initial flame.

This is the normal reaction; after all, the initial flame requires soul and humanity. And the accumulation of human strength, that is, life force, is also a kind of soul.

Melantha doesn't have much talent in Originium Arts, and her body is naturally weak. It's still a bit of a struggle for her to maintain the Primal Flame with her body, which she has trained to this day.

However, if someone else were to do it, they might not necessarily do much better than Melanie.

Not to mention, no one else is qualified to ignite the first flame.

"It's a very normal reaction."

The Undead reached out and supported Melantha's arm, making it easier for her to stand.

"have a rest."

Melanie's breath hitched when she felt the teacher's touch, then she lowered her head and whispered.

"Okay."

The Undead went to find Kroos. Melantha pointed out a way for the Undead, saying that Kroos had gone to play with Vulcan in the morning, so the Undead headed towards Vulcan's location.

After sitting for a while, Melanie decided to take a shower and get some rest.

Melantha carefully placed the straight sword back into the storage cabinet after sheathing it in the scabbard that Vulcan had made.

She also took off the pendant hanging around her neck; Melantha always carried the emblem of holding a flame close to her body.

After taking off her clothes, Melansha went into the bathroom and closed the door.

At first, she didn't realize that anything was wrong.

She didn't realize how strange it was until she started applying shower gel herself.

Because she suffers from Oripathy, Melantha still experiences exposed Originium crystals on certain parts of her body.

Especially his injured left shoulder, which is the source of his mineral-related illness.

But today, when I touched my left shoulder, I didn't feel anything hard at all.

Melantha checked several more times to make sure that there was no trace of the Originium crystals that had appeared on her body.

Standing there, bewildered for a long while, Melanie couldn't understand this phenomenon that defied common sense.

What's going on?

When the Undead went to find Kroos, Kroos was lying on the sofa next to Vulcan's workshop, staring at the terminal in his hand.

"First, take 200 grams of flour, pour it into a bowl, and then add water..."

Watching food videos? Is Kroos planning to cook for herself?

The golden-haired silly dog ​​stared intently, as if the contents were right in front of her, and she could smell the alluring fragrance.

A glistening trail trickled down the corner of her slightly parted mouth.

They were completely captivated.

At that moment, she sniffed twice, as if she were actually smelling delicious food.

However, she keenly caught a familiar scent in the air, a scent she had smelled for three months but remembered for a lifetime.

So, Kroos sat up from the sofa and stared intently at the door of Vulcan Studio.

"The thing you asked for is generally fine, but I need to work on the details a bit more."

Not only Vulcan, but Greyhound is here too.

"Okay, you can do it. When can you finish?"

Greyhound stared at the gloves in Vulcan's hand and nodded. Now that he was back, he planned to equip himself first.

"How many more days... Kroober?"

Vulcan, who was working on the finishing touches, caught a glimpse of Kroos suddenly sitting up out of the corner of his eye and called out to him.

"are you hungry?"

Kroos ignored her, his eyes widening as he stared at the doorway, his body unconsciously leaning forward slightly, his hands bracing against the sofa.

Its fluffy tail swayed from side to side involuntarily, the swaying motion smooth and fluid, making one want to grab it and give it a good rub.

Just as Vulcan was beginning to feel confused, a sound suddenly came from the studio door.

dong dong dong.

"Come in."

Vulcan already roughly knew who had come.

Sure enough, when the armored figure pushed open the door, Kroos, who was still sprawled on the sofa, shot out like a golden lightning bolt, crashing into the Undead.

"Undying Stun!"

The Undead reached out and caught Kroos, while the golden dog flailing its arms and finally clung to the Undead's arm, refusing to let go.

Left with no other choice, the Undead took two more steps inside, patted Kroos's arm, and sat down on the sofa.

It was at this moment that he looked up at the God of Fire.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's alright, I like this child very much too."

The Vulcan looked at the immortals, and after a short while, she said with a smile.

Welcome back.

As a blacksmith, Vulcan could naturally tell that the undead's armor had been through several battles and had many scratches. He figured the undead would have to send his armor over for repairs soon.

"Thank you."

The Undead answered in a deep voice, then turned to look at the Greyhound.

The greyhound's smile gradually turned into excitement, and then it opened its mouth wide in a rather exaggerated manner.

"Big brother!"

"..."

The Undead didn't know how to respond; he and Greyhound hadn't been separated for long.

He simply stopped talking, holding down Kroos to prevent her from scratching him, while prying open her teeth and pulling her mouth away from his gauntlet.

Why does this child seem to like chewing things more and more the longer they're raised?

Not long after Greyhound finished his conversation with Vulcan, he left with the Undead.

We can talk about repairing the armor in a couple of days; the Undead Man would rather talk to Greyhound.