Ark Undead

Many of the villagers from Akrotti village who came to watch the match hoped to hear the War Knight's commentary.

But this knight from Kazimierz seems to be even more taciturn than rumored.

In each battle, he would only use a few words to summarize his comments on the battle.

If it were the warriors, they would naturally be able to tell that the undead truly saw things clearly.

But the audience doesn't think so.

Most people are just here to watch the show, and at most they can tell who is stronger and who is weaker.

As a result, your final comment consisted of only a few words, making it completely unclear whether you were giving a comment or telling a riddle.

Of course, it wasn't just the audience who felt helpless about this, but also Miss Pallas, the high priestess of Akroti village.

But it's all good, today is the last day, and Miss Pallas can finally be freed from this endless hell of embarrassment.

Moreover, she was planning to retaliate against this knight who had left her helpless.

"Have you packed everything?"

Dobermann stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the agents dragging their luggage, and asked loudly.

"After we go to Jasinus, we won't be coming back. Don't leave anything behind."

"Okay, okay, it's all packed!"

Today is the day to go to Yasenus. Although only Melantha and the heavy-armored operator from Operation A1 are qualified to participate.

However, attending the ceremony is an indispensable part of their action plan.

However, one figure seemed to be missing from the crowd.

"Huh? Where's Mr. Undying?"

Katie looked around but couldn't find the Undead.

Even Melantha had already packed her luggage, and even helped the Undead carry his share.

"The teacher is going with the priests of the Akroti Hero Temple. I heard it was at the request of the high priest."

The Undead left the inn early this morning, specifically to tell Melantha.

"As guests attending the ceremony, we need to register directly at the Temple of Heroes after arriving in Yasenus, that's what the teacher said."

Since the guests attending the ceremony will not participate in the preliminary selection process, they need to register again.

This is also a safeguard measure, in case there are no people on the list but an invitation letter is indeed sent out.

Is that so?

Katie blinked, and suddenly a large hand slapped her on the head.

"He told me that he would contact us again after we arrived in Jasinus."

Onstan also came out of the hotel, carrying his cross pistol.

"Let's set off once everyone's here; we don't need to wait for him."

"Okay, then you get in the car first, we'll leave in a bit."

Doberman nodded.

On the other hand, the undead did indeed travel with Akrotti's priests.

The Undead Arena is a large-scale event throughout Minos. Villages that participate in the selection will also send priests to accompany the warriors to Yasenus.

The village of Akrotti had a considerable number of warriors, and with the presence of the undead, Pallas had to go along as well.

However, besides the immortal, there were two other people following him.

Both of them are qualified to participate in the Undying Arena.

"Tsk, it's really good to fleece Minos. This thing is quite comfortable to sit in, it can barely compare to the transport wagon in Casimir."

Bloodthorn sat in his seat, stroking the rug made of Originium Beast fur beneath it.

"After a few fights, you'll get food, drink, and a car to pick you up and drop you off."

"You weren't like this before?"

The Undead glanced at him; the guy was sitting next to him. Hopefully, he'd behave himself on the way.

"The past is the past. Back then, I was working for the Knights Association, not fighting for myself. It's my luck to be able to fight you properly, and it's also a result of your strength."

Bloodthorn spoke lazily.

"If it weren't for you, I might have become a real puppet by now. To be honest, I'm quite grateful to you for taking the championship and leaving behind a mess."

That's the truth, Bloodthorn.

First came the Light, which planted a seed in the hearts of the people of Kazimierz.

Only when the immortals act as a catalyst will he become so dazzling.

But Bloodthorn has no background and no connections.

He was just an ordinary infected knight, a cog in the machine of the power struggle between the Knights Association and the Business Alliance.

Even without Bloodthorn, there would be others; he is not a necessity.

After the Undead won the championship, he actually became a figurehead for the Knights Association to promote.

Because the Undead's record has not been broken, and Bloodthorn was the last person he fought, Bloodthorn has become a benchmark.

In this way, even if the Knights Guild intends to do something to Bloodthorn, it will have to take into account his public influence and the potential resurfacing of lingering issues related to the War Knights.

Bloodthorn gained temporary freedom in such a complex environment.

Later, Maria, as the disciple of the War Knight and the younger sister of the Radiant Knight, once again attracted a great deal of attention.

This allowed Bloodthorn to truly begin moving freely.

Therefore, Bloodthorn felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Margaret, the Undead, and even Maria.

Although he is a Sarkaz, he is someone who would abandon everything for survival and the pleasure derived from battle.

But he also knows who is good to him and what he should do.

Bloodthorn feels quite comfortable maintaining this relationship with the Undead.

Moreover, the actions of the Undead might even change the form of Kazimierz.

This is something that Bloodthorn cannot explain.

Surtr, sitting behind the two, remained silent. She stayed by herself, and no one dared to approach her.

Even though Surtr is indeed very beautiful, her fighting style is so ferocious that it makes anyone who faces her question their existence.

Now, with the Undead by his side, Surtr felt that Levantine in his hands was more stable and docile than before.

The flames burned silently, and Surtr stared blankly at the flames burning on the seat in front of him.

So where does she end up?

Perhaps Levantine could tell her, after all, they were so close.

I just hope that day will come soon enough.

Before she is ready to embrace her past.

344. Pallas's Personal Opinion

"Are you so sure he'll come back?"

"I do not know."

The woman's face was mostly covered by an eye mask. But her beauty could still be vaguely seen from her high nose bridge and moist lips.

"But I sincerely hope for it, and I take it as my goal in living."

"Isn't it a bad feeling to entrust everything to someone else?"

The other voice was indistinct, as if it were being forced in from the space, distorted, suppressed, and implying a desire and obsession with something.

"You were already bound by the flames, so why cling to returning to the past once the flames have vanished?"

"That was just a dream of yours. Look how free you are after you've escaped the flames!"

"You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. Instead of standing in front of that hateful campfire, waiting for a lump of ashes that will never depend on you, and dreaming dreams that will never come true."

The voice was incredibly seductive, as if it were meant to stir up the deepest desires within a person, allowing them to grow into towering trees that would obscure the sky of reason.

"Think about it carefully. In that dark and sunless sacrificial site, besides that walking corpse driven by flames, what do you have left?"

"Mission, a revered identity? Before that all-consuming flame, you are stripped of everything."

"He is the chain, the root of all your suffering."

Melanie couldn't see it clearly.

She couldn't see the woman's expression, nor could she see the other person speaking.

She felt that the "he" they were talking about must be someone very important to her.

But in her hazy, confused state, she couldn't ask any questions, and even her thoughts were stagnant.

"Yes, you're right."

It was that woman again, her tone heavy and sorrowful.

It seems that there isn't much warmth left in her memory. For her, the past is the root of all her suffering.

But then her tone softened.

"But I'm willing."

Even the voice in the void seemed to have never expected that this woman, who had taken rationality to the extreme, would utter such willful words.

She shouldn't have said those things; it made her seem less like a leader dragging the world's mess forward and more like a girl snuggling in her family's arms.

Melanie saw the woman turn around and face her.

Even though she was wearing an eye mask, making it difficult to see her gaze.

But Melantha truly believed that her gaze was fixed on her.