Ark Undead

Maria is indeed a qualified sword and shield knight, but perhaps it is because of the lack of an undead character.

Although the style imitates Undead, it lacks Undead's overwhelming nature and its offensive awareness is still too weak.

While Melantha has indeed begun to develop her own fighting style, she still lacks some consistency.

Looking at the two beautiful girls, the Undead was thinking about how to make up for their weaknesses in combat.

He is indeed a good teacher.

As night falls, some people have just finished dinner and are preparing to rest for a while before going to bed.

But there are also people who only go out at this time to enjoy their nightlife.

However, W and Greyhound are definitely not included in this category; they have never been able to enjoy nightlife.

For them, nightfall is when they truly begin their work.

"Senior, are we here for a date today?"

If you ignore the playfulness and sarcasm in W's tone, it's a very pleasant voice, and she's definitely a beautiful young woman.

But only those who actually see W, look at the crossbow in her hand, and see her fully armed appearance, will realize how deceptive her words are.

"Isn't this the kind of thing men usually want to hear at this time of night?"

W looked around at his surroundings.

"Ideally, it would be in front of a Ferris wheel at an amusement park, with a beautiful, innocent-looking junior girl staring at me as I ask this question."

"If you'd like, I can treat you to a nice meal in Victoria later... Hmph! But today, forget it."

Greyhound was also wearing the field uniform he'd borrowed from Rhodes Island. However, his gaze wasn't fixed on W beside him, but rather on the iron gate in front of him.

"Also, where did you see all this stuff? What senior and junior? It sounds a bit like you're delusional."

Greyhound was fiddling with a wire in his hand, trying to open the iron gate using a special unlocking method, but after shaking it for a long time, nothing happened.

"Besides, if we're talking about a date... wait, what's going on? If we're talking about a date, this kind of place doesn't seem like the place for a date at all, does it?"

Watching the greyhound struggling to open the lock, W blinked and pushed the greyhound away.

"Get out of the way."

The greyhound stumbled a few steps to the side after being pushed by W, and handed over the wire to the eager W.

"Why don't you give it a try? Let me tell you, this thing is really hard to open. I'm not a novice; I've opened at least a thousand of these locks..."

But W didn't take the wire from Greyhound. Instead, he took something that looked like a small candy from his pocket and forcefully stuffed it into the keyhole.

Then, W reached out and touched the red strands of hair on her forehead, giving Greyhound a beautiful girl's smile.

boom!

The explosion wasn't loud, but it still made the greyhound's body tremble.

The explosion caused the entire iron lock to split in two and fall to the ground.

"You see, sometimes the simpler the unlocking method, the more convenient it is."

Faced with W's seemingly self-satisfied smile, Greyhound shrank back and gave her a thumbs up.

"You are, this one."

W turned around, kicked open the long-sealed iron gate, took out a searchlight from the small bag at his waist, and stepped into the cave first.

Greyhound quickly followed W and closed the door.

They also used the Originium Arts they created with their own crystals to relock the door, ensuring that no one could come in from behind.

The fact that the two of them are here is certainly not some coincidence that they met by chance on the road.

After leaving Rhodes Island, Greyhound went to Kazdel to find Theresis.

After meeting Therese, Greyhound seemed to have received some special information.

Without the slightest hesitation, he went straight to W, who was also waiting in Kazdel.

W had originally planned to travel to Victoria with the troops. However, Greyhound's secret contact made her change her mind at the last minute.

Greyhound said he had an update.

W put down his work simply because of that sentence.

I decisively followed the Greyhound, crossing half of Terra and arriving at an abandoned town in Iberia.

Of course, it wasn't because she was traveling with Greyhound, but because they were both operators from the Babel era, W knew what Greyhound was talking about.

He meant that they had information about the king.

Perhaps this can unveil the mystery surrounding her death.

The two walked through a long, spiraling passage downwards.

How did you find out about this place?

W asked curiously.

"It couldn't have been that old bastard Theresis who told you, could it?"

You're right.

The greyhound nodded.

"That's true."

W glanced back at him with some surprise, then looked away and continued down the stairs.

"Would he tell you these things?"

“Although we all harbor great hostility toward Theresis, there is something I must tell you.”

Greyhound also held a faintly glowing crystal in his hand, illuminating the stairs beneath his feet.

"Theresis's purpose is not that simple. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be in this state after the king's death."

W did not object to this, and she also vaguely sensed some rumors.

Theresis's purpose may not have been merely for the right to be in Kazdel. Otherwise, he would have had no reason to summon those demonic creations.

What is the purpose of his pursuit of such power?

If the goal is simply to kill Theresa, then that would be far too cautious.

Does Theresa really need to use this power against them?

The two stopped communicating.

The deeper you go, the more you feel the depth and tranquility.

I walked up the stairs for five or six minutes, but I still hadn't reached the end.

Just as W was getting a little irritable, she suddenly saw flat ground in front of her.

There was a narrow passageway in front of us, and beyond that passageway, there seemed to be a room that wasn't very big.

W felt someone push her.

"Let's go."

The greyhound withdrew its hand.

W also sensed the unusual nature of the place and lost interest in chatting with Greyhound.

The two cautiously made their way through the short passage to its end.

Here is a small room that can only accommodate a dozen or so people, and in the center of the room stands a machine that looks like it was cast in steel, standing silently.

The crystal in the greyhound's hand emitted an even brighter light, illuminating the machine in front of them.

It's like a cage, with bars and doors and windows.

Above the cage, there were iron chains connected to gears.

"Is it...an elevator?"

Greyhound was stunned for a moment, not expecting that there was actually an elevator hidden here.

"Doesn't that mean this isn't the lowest point? Look, there seems to be something underground."

W's focus was different from Greyhound's; she held a spotlight in her hand and saw the answer through the gap next to the elevator.

There is no end below; it is bottomless.

Greyhound was already fiddling around nearby, inspecting the elevator.

"Although I can't tell which country or period it's from, I took a look and the safety rope is still tight, and the carabiner shows no signs of breaking."

Greyhound stood guard at the elevator door, his sharp eyes catching the handprints on the doorway.

"This handprint has been covered in dust for a long time, but it looks relatively new compared to the dust around it. It must have been used within the last few years."

"King? Theresis?"

W also looked over.

Greyhound shrugged.

"Who knows... but we'll find out when we get down there."

With that, Greyhound opened the elevator's gate and went inside first.

Then he looked at W, who was standing outside the door.

"Want to come?"

W swallowed hard.

In such darkness, she was already feeling a little uneasy. But the man in front of her seemed completely unconcerned.

It's important to know that what lies beneath the elevator is the unknown.

Unknown heights, unknown existence.

The unknown is often the source of fear.

But W was unwilling to back down. She forced herself to remain calm and walked in.

Then, the elevator's iron doors closed.