Ark Undead

"That's what you think too, right?"

what?

Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar roof panel. The vibrations from the vehicle traveling at high speed made Melansha feel somewhat lost.

She reached up and touched her cheek; it wasn't wet.

Strange, I didn't shed any tears today.

The images in her dream became blurry again, and Melanie was almost getting used to this kind of dream.

But the closer she got to Yasenus, the more vivid the images in her dream became; the real, weighty history stood like a wall before Melantha.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had accidentally fallen victim to someone's Originium Arts. But after consulting with Dobermann, she learned that such Originium Arts generally require continuous casting at very close range.

Little Melansha had no choice but to keep this question to herself.

She had a premonition that she would find the answer in the Undying Arena.

Perhaps that's why she came to participate in the Undying Arena.

Melantha turned her head and looked at Katie beside her.

Katie was fast asleep, leaning against Melantha.

Today is the last day of our trip to Jasinus. We should arrive in Jasinus around dusk.

Along the way, Katie, Melantha, and Coach Doberman worked together to organize the information about the athletes.

Katie is very concerned about Melantha's affairs. These past few days, she has been helping Melantha categorize and highlight key points, and she has been busy until very late every day.

Melanie felt very lucky to have met this friend.

Melanie stretched out her arms, hooked her arms around Katie's neck, and closed her eyes slightly.

Let's rest a little longer, we'll be there soon.

Jasinus was the central city-state of the Minoan kingdom and the most developed mobile city in Minoan society.

Although Minos is known for its heroic culture, other cultures that arose around it have become the pillars of Minos' development to this day.

Whether it was the poems Minos used to praise heroes or the operas used to perform heroic tales, both became outlets for Jassenus's outward export.

Here, the stories of heroes were adapted by bards, printed into books, and sent to other countries.

Every few blocks there is a grand opera house, where different heroic stories are presented every day.

Meanwhile, the food and clothing, which are very classical in style, are also one of the characteristics of Minos.

Many artists who need to relax or go out to explore often choose Minos.

This country has a long history.

Normally, Yasenus is tranquil, but it has gradually become bustling with activity due to the Undead Arena taking place here.

Colorful flags were hung high on the buildings, and images of many soldiers were printed or sewn on them, creating an atmosphere of welcoming a celebration.

This is also the first time that Minos has held a celebration for the entire continent of Terra since it regained its autonomy.

Naturally, this opportunity should be used to showcase everything about Minos.

The Undead arrived at Yasenus just as evening was approaching.

As soon as he got off the vehicle, the Undead saw several priests, dressed in gray-black robes like Pallas, surrounding him.

They had heard the news from Akrotti village. It was said that the knights would arrive in Yasenus today.

So, naturally, someone came to greet them.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. War Knight?"

The leading priest approached the undead and bowed respectfully to him.

"I am a priest from the Temple of the Twelve Heroes, and also the staff member responsible for your registration at the temple and arranging your schedule."

"Hello."

The immortal simply nodded slightly, appropriately expressing his attitude.

"Did Priest Pallas arrive with you as well?"

Another priest asked Pallas a question, and the undead was about to answer when he heard a lazy voice coming from behind him.

"It's here."

Pallas rubbed her eyes; she too was wearing a gray-black robe. But because she had just woken up, she looked somewhat drowsy.

Even his robes were full of wrinkles.

"Now that you two are here, let's go to the Temple of Heroes to register. Afterwards, we will arrange some routine activities before the Undead Arena according to your wishes."

The leading priest was very polite. After he finished speaking, he looked at the undead, as if seeking his consent.

The immortals naturally had no objections and turned to look at Pallas.

Pallas nodded and waved.

"Let's go! Once we get to the Temple of Heroes, I'll have a proper chat with you about my plans!"

Pallas doesn't seem to have any intention of hiding his goals.

It seems she has high hopes for her "War Knight Idol Project".

The other priests seemed to have no objection to this. So the leading priest led the way, and the group slowly made their way to the Temple of Heroes.

Along the way, the priests greeted the citizens.

Here, there seems to be no barrier between the priests and the citizens.

The closer you get to the Temple of Heroes, the more classical the architectural style becomes. Although there are traces of modern facilities, the architectural form becomes increasingly ancient.

Seeing the Undead looking left and right, Pallas explained to the Undead.

“We moved the entire temple to the mobile city-state. However, many of the older Minoans are not used to the modern lifestyle in the mobile city-state.”

"Therefore, the closer you get to the Temple of Heroes, the more you feel that time seems to have not progressed and people's lifestyles are not much different from before."

"Now we also use this format as a local feature and a selling point to develop tourism."

It turned out to be the case.

The Undead nodded slightly, somewhat resembling Shang Shu of the Great Yan Dynasty, the capital city, and the old town of Victoria.

However, Terra's civilization had long since undergone technological innovation and reached a turning point.

The use of Originium, aided by machines, is becoming increasingly common in people's lives.

Even in places like the old city, modern Originium facilities are used.

After traversing the streets and alleys, the undead and several priests finally arrived at the Temple of Heroes.

The Temple of the Twelve Heroes is very different from the Temple of the Heroes in Akroti Village.

The Temple of Heroes in Akroti village is probably not very old. But the Temple of the Twelve Heroes is clearly much more ancient and weathered.

The high walls and pillars, made of stone bricks, stand in a delicate balance in the center of the square.

On either side of the road leading to the Temple of Heroes, there are round containers filled with flames.

"The Temple of the Twelve Heroes is an inextinguishable flame, symbolizing the indomitable and noble qualities of heroes."

Pallas whispered in the Undead's ear.

But to the undead, these round containers looked all too familiar.

"This container...is there one inside the temple as well?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Pallas paused for a moment, blinked at the undead, and then came up with an excuse for himself.

"Oh right, you've also heard divine pronouncements, so it's not surprising that you know these things."

"..."

The immortals remained silent.

He felt familiar with these round containers because their shape easily reminded him of the vessels used to hold flames in the Age of Fire.

The vessel has a semi-circular body and a heavy stone base containing firewood.

But if it were the Age of Fire, it would be filled with overflowing souls, or the remains of the immortals.

Royal artifacts can collect scattered souls, and each Royal artifact is connected to the Primordial Flame. If a flame is ignited within a Royal artifact, and the Spiral Sword is used as a beacon, one can travel through the flames.

It is no coincidence that the people of Minos now blaze flames in imitation of the King's weapons.

"The treasures enshrined in the Temple of Heroes are based on this sacred artifact that holds flames, and the flames burn eternally within the Temple of Heroes."

Pallas continued to explain things to the Undead.

"The flames are the barrier of the treasure; no one can reach inside. Even if you win the trial at the Temple of Heroes, do not try to touch it. Just pray before the sacred artifact, and it will respond to you."

The immortal simply nodded, indicating that he understood.

The situation inside the Temple of Heroes was quite different from what the Undead had expected.

It wasn't that I felt disappointed, but rather that there weren't five thrones in the Temple of Heroes. Instead, there were twelve statues standing around the central altar.

The place he arrived at was certainly not deep within the temple, but rather the main altar, which was generally used for daily sacrifices.

Actually, the Undead think that such a temple of heroes might be more appropriately described as an arena.

Right next to the main altar are many separate rooms, all built with sand and bricks, full of ancient charm.

The undead and several priests entered the room.

Pallas removed the hood that was covering his head.

Before the Undead could even sit down, she slammed her hand on the table.

"Alright! Now that we're here, let's talk about our plan!"

The other priests looked at each other, all somewhat embarrassed.

They knew what Pallas was talking about: the idol project she had discussed with the undead.

To be honest, they knew that their sacred artifact might be taken away after this Undead Arena, but the high priests of the Temple of the Twelve Heroes couldn't think of any good solutions.