Ark Undead

At first, I only saw a few scenes in my dream, but later I was immersed in that dream that felt so real for an entire night.

Every sleep, every dream, is like walking in another world, following in the footsteps of the immortals.

She had seen the invincible immortals, and she had also seen them with their chests pierced, losing all their strength.

But today, this fear seems to have reached its peak.

She saw the Undead fighting another being who was almost identical to him, but with a much larger body.

The weapon in his hand was a spiral greatsword similar to the one the undead use to start a campfire.

In her eyes, it was as if two immortals were fighting each other.

They seemed to know each other's moves; every action bore a similar pattern.

Whether it's the magic thrown with a raised hand or the combat skills of wielding weapons, it's like a needle against a wheat awn, a complete copy of another version of oneself.

This earth-shattering battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

Melantha watched them fight from the ground to the sky, and then watched their physical struggle turn into a barrage of spells.

Lightning raged, and flames exploded. Crystal-blue magic intertwined with various spells.

In the end, even the sword in the immortal's hand shattered.

The broken sword, still glowing with a few sparks, pierced the chest of the tall man kneeling before him.

As their bodies turned to ashes and dissipated, the Undead won the battle.

And right where the body lay dead, a campfire appeared as the ashes dissipated.

Just like the campfire in front of that tall figure when the undead entered this place.

Melantha watched as the undead walked up to it and stretched out his palm.

At that moment, Melantha seemed to feel immense fear, terrified of what would happen next.

She was afraid that if the Undead also reached out and grasped that spiral sword, what would become of the Undead?

Will I be trapped here and die like that tall figure? Or will I forget everything and become a prisoner of power?

Perhaps it is this unknown that makes people feel fear.

Melantha opened her mouth and instinctively shouted.

"do not want!"

The sound that shouldn't have been transmitted actually came from Melantha's mouth, which had been unable to speak, and spread outwards.

Just then, the undead who was reaching out towards the campfire paused, then suddenly turned his head to look at Melantha.

The gaze hidden beneath the tattered armor seemed to pierce through the river of time, descending upon Melantha.

The overwhelming pressure suffocated Melantha instantly. It felt as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her; her consciousness blurred, and her soul began to dissipate.

At that very last moment, a spark seemed to ignite in Melantha's eyes.

A clear flame ignited on Melantha's chest, dispelling her fear.

As her body relaxed, Melantha's vision was instantly enveloped in darkness, swallowing everything she could see.

"do not want!"

Melanza opened her eyes.

What came into view was Katie looking at Melantha with concern.

"What's wrong, Xiaomei? Did you have another nightmare?"

Melantha stared blankly at Katie's face. It took her a long time to look away.

Seeing Katie, Melantha's emotions gradually stabilized, and she nodded slightly.

I reached out and touched my face. Sure enough, just like before, it was wet and covered in salty, fishy tears.

Staring at her hands, Melanie took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

"Sorry...it might be because I haven't been sleeping in a bed for the past few days, and I'm not used to it."

Melanie casually made up an excuse to brush it off. It wasn't that she didn't want to confide in someone, but the things in the dream were just too bizarre and too real.

Melantha was afraid that if she actually said it, it would become a fait accompli.

It didn't feel like a dream at all; it felt more like a reenactment of the past or the future.

"Once you get to Minos, find a good place to rest and don't push yourself anymore."

Katie cares deeply for Melantha, and the worry in her eyes is genuine.

However, if Melantha was unwilling to tell her, Katie couldn't force her to.

Feeling her friend's concern, Melanie reached out and grasped Katie's hand, nodding slightly, her mind still a little dazed.

"In short, we're almost at Minos. Look, there are already small villages along the roadside."

Seemingly to change Melanie's mood, Katie pointed out the window.

There's already some greenery along the roadside, and it looks like people are living there.

Melantha stared at the view outside the window, and her fear subsided.

After tidying herself up, Melanie turned around again and peeked out, wanting to see her teacher behind her.

Just like last time, Melanie turned around and met her teacher's gaze.

But unlike the gaze in the dream, hidden beneath the armor was a pair of calm, steady, and slightly caring eyes.

Melantha didn't rush to look away, but stared at the undead for a good ten seconds.

Then, a blush crept onto the purple kitten's cheeks, and she hurriedly turned her gaze away.

In the ten or so seconds that their eyes met, Melantha regained enough strength to forget the terror of her dream.

Just as Melantha had settled back into her seat and was about to close her eyes to gather her thoughts, she felt a strong hand cover her head and gently stroke it.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

The voice of the Undead remained unchanged: hoarse, calm, and slightly indifferent.

It seems that Melantha's condition has alerted the Undead to something amiss.

Little Melansha's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed, squinting her eyes and enjoying the reassuring touch.

At least the real teachers are right beside me, so I don't need to worry too much anymore.

She responded obediently.

"Okay, teacher...can I touch you a little longer?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were craving the few remaining moments of tenderness from the immortals.

The Undying Man didn't stop what he was doing, trying to calm his disciple who was clearly upset.

"Ah."

...

Within the largest city-state of Minos, the central city-state of Jassenus, stood a temple.

This temple is one of the spiritual pillars of the Minoan people, and it is dedicated to the twelve leaders who defeated Sargon's army—the Temple of the Twelve Heroes.

This temple has been renowned since ancient times. It is the oldest temple that twelve heroes used to repel invading enemies and has not yet been destroyed by the Sargonians.

Becoming a priest in the temple was the wish of many Minos, representing the highest honor.

However, the Temple of the Twelve Heroes seems to possess a special power, even if this power has not been discovered by people. The fact that it survived the cultural devastation inflicted by the Sargons already signifies its extraordinary nature.

Legend has it that an ancient god protected the temple, and that the Sargons angered the god when they tried to destroy it.

Therefore, the gods sent down divine punishment, causing Sargon's soldiers, who had attempted to destroy the temple, to return to the earth in flames.

Even if these are just rumors, the fact that they have survived from ancient times to the present day, and that no book records when the temple was built, allows people to freely indulge their romantic imaginations.

However, only the priests who truly worshipped this temple knew that the temple was indeed protected by the gods.

The power and treasures that exist deep within the temple are the source of the strength of Minos' heroes.

They were tempered here, faced life and death, drank fine wine together, and praised heroes.

All of this is like preparation for a real disaster.

Now, Minos has opened its gates to all Terrans, in accordance with the instructions of the oracle.

And deep within the temple, on that immeasurable sacrificial altar.

A fragment of a broken sword, seemingly just taken from the flames, lay quietly in a round container.

The distorted fragments make it impossible to discern what kind of weapon or which part it is.

It emitted a faint light, like flames or lightning, dimming rhythmically like breathing.

It's like calling out to someone you know best.

331. Wishing you happiness

"Welcome to Minos, guests."

They were greeted in the parking lot by the children of the village.

Their ages ranged from a few years old to their teens. But holding flower wreaths gave them an air of innocence.

The people of Rhode Island looked out the bus windows with curiosity, wondering what was going on with the children gathered there.

Vulcan suddenly stood up at the front, clapped his hands, and drew the attention of the reserve team members inside the vehicle.

"Alright, we've arrived at our destination for now. We can rest for a while."

As an operator who originated from Minos, Vulcan naturally fulfilled his role as a guide very well.

While Doberman was negotiating with immigration officials, Vulcan's job was to give these newly arrived Minos agents a crash course.

"This is a village within the territory of Minos, and also a village near the border of Sargon, where conflicts with Sargon have been ongoing for many years. However, in terms of selection, it is the most prosperous village in the vicinity and the most likely to participate in the Warriors Tournament."

Vulcan's gaze held a hint of nostalgia, but his tone was stern, just like Doberman's.

"Instructor Dobermann has already explained the purpose of our visit to you. Starting today, each of you will participate individually in the regional warrior tournaments. Ultimately, the top performers from each region will participate in the Undead Arena in Yasenus. In other words, whether or not you can participate in the Undead Arena depends entirely on your individual strength."