Ark Undead

Even if Levantine has its own thoughts and emotions, it is still a sword, and a sword craves battle.

But whatever the heroes' reactions were, the old man on the platform didn't care.

He seemed to have returned to the past, to the time when Minos was at its most prosperous.

Warriors from all over the land regarded Minos as a paradise for warriors, where they fought, danced, and sang.

Let us enjoy fine wine together and sing praises to victory.

"Regardless of the past, present, or future, only the blood of warriors is shed here, and even time cannot stop the footsteps of heroic souls!"

He simply raised his hand and shouted, fueled by his passion for the fight.

"Therefore, warriors, proceed to the arena of the ancient gods. It is a path woven with blood and wine. Tread upon the ashes of past kings and fight with your unparalleled skills to claim your own honor!"

As the speech ended, the soldiers were filled with patriotic fervor and raised their arms in triumph.

The crowd in the square was in high spirits, eagerly anticipating this grand battle celebration of Minos.

And just when everyone's emotions were stirred up, Pallas solemnly told the Undead.

"It is highly likely that heroic spirits will participate in this battle celebration."

"Heroic spirits?"

The immortal man thought of many things when he heard this word.

Those undead who fought him, and those warriors who fought alongside him.

Pallas also clearly responded to the question of what it means to be an immortal or a Heroic Spirit.

“The relics have shown obvious unusual activity over the past few decades. Many priests who are responsible for guarding the relics have said that they sometimes see scenes of warriors fighting near the relics.”

"After conducting an investigation for several months, the High Priest finally confirmed that there were heroic spirits within the sacred relic. He then chose to seal off the location of the relic and temporarily prohibit any priests from approaching it."

"This immortal competition is also an outlet for those heroic spirits to vent their frustrations."

Pallas said these things to the undead, certainly not because she had any affection for them.

Rather, it's because she needs the help of immortals.

"The spirits of the sacred relics crave battle and struggle. That is why this immortal arena exists. The priests have confirmed that fighting the spirits will not affect your body."

"Even if your heart is pierced by a Heroic Spirit, the Heroic Spirit will disappear after the battle ends, and your wounds will heal quickly."

"This is the third stage of the battle; that's the real competition of immortality."

"In the third stage, the priests will open the basement where the sacred objects are stored, so that the sacred objects can truly feel the fighting spirit on the altar."

"At that time, the heroic spirits will choose their opponents and engage in a fair duel with the warriors."

"In that battle, any means are permitted; your sole objective is to win the match."

"However, unexpected things may happen."

Pallas looked at the Undead.

“Yesterday and the day before, there were noticeable strange noises at the location where the sacred object was stored. Although no one knows why, I guess it's because of you.”

"Since the battle takes place on the altar, heroic spirits may appear during the first and second phases of the battle."

"If it were you, perhaps you could defeat those skilled warriors and suppress their anger and desires."

In simple terms, is it that the beings within the sacred relic were drawn into the mortal world by their fighting spirit, and thus briefly manifested themselves in the present world?

The idea of ​​immortals feels too familiar.

He glanced down at his palm, wondering what the patriots hidden inside him would think.

If they knew there was such a battle, they would definitely be unable to resist coming out to fight a couple of rounds themselves.

"So far, the heroic spirits that have manifested in the Temple of Heroes have only become stronger. The High Priest last defeated a heroic spirit after a sacrificial ceremony last month."

"But the high priest also made it clear that his power was no longer able to suppress them."

The high priest, the old man on the altar.

Does it actually have the strength to face enemy Heroic Spirits head-on?

The Undead looked at Pallas with a puzzled expression.

Could it be Pallas too?

"Don't look at me like that. Even if I can't beat you, I can still fight these warriors."

Pallas laughed and lifted his robe, revealing the flail wrapped around his waist.

"I have learned a lot, but to become a priest of Minos, I will never slack off in battle!"

No wonder the Temple of Heroes enshrines twelve heroes; it turns out the priests are all descendants of warriors.

This also explains why the Temple of Heroes was able to serve as the central authority for leading Minos.

It possesses both wisdom and power; indeed, it is this kind of being that can bring people a sense of security.

Just as the two were talking, the high priest raised his hands again.

"Now, all warriors, please go to the priest to collect your number tags and proceed to your designated rest area."

Upon hearing the high priest's words, Pallas also stood up and distributed the number plates he had received earlier to the warriors.

Both the Undead and Melantha received their numbers.

They huddled together and glanced at each other; they weren't in the same place.

Surtr wasn't with them either.

Morton, on the other hand, saw the number plate on the Undead's side and let out a soft "hmm".

"Hmm? Melantha, I think we're in the same group?"

Melantha turned her head and saw that it was true; both of them were warriors from the seventh group.

That's a good thing, at least everyone knows each other.

Meanwhile, the immortal glanced at the number plate in his hand.

It is 9.

As the Undead passed through the bustling crowd, they saw someone's gaze from the other side.

He looked up and saw Skadi waving her number plate at him.

From what I can vaguely see, it seems to be the number nine.

355. Invincible

"Doctor, we are about two hours away from the mountains ahead. The system is ready and can switch to the travel mode at any time."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Go and rest for a bit, and wait for the next person to take over."

The Doctor stood at the very front of the deck, gazing at the mountains ahead, and spoke to the operator beside him.

"Everyone has worked hard these past few days. Once we cross this mountain range, we can have a good rest before setting off again."

"Understood, Doctor, you've worked hard too."

The junior officer didn't say much; he simply reported his work to the doctor and then left.

The Doctor himself felt the slight vibrations of Rhodes Island moving as it sailed on the deck, and then enjoyed the breeze.

This was a week after they headed to Victoria. After all, ships are not as fast as small mobile units, and it would probably take Rhodes Island a month or two to reach Victoria.

However, nothing major has happened in Victoria yet, and the Doctor doesn't seem to be worried about anything, leisurely walking towards Victoria.

Sometimes, the Doctor would disembark from the ship and go hunting in the vicinity with the operators.

Of course, the operation wasn't actually done by the Doctor; he was just hunting with the operators and getting some relaxation and rest, which was enough for him.

Similarly, this was also Kal'tsit's first week away from Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit seems to have great trust in the Doctor, not in his personality or thinking, but in his abilities.

Kal'tsit handed over the entire Rhodes Island to the Doctor without batting an eye, leaving without hesitation, appearing remarkably decisive.

Although the operators felt a bit more relaxed after Kal'tsit left, their work was still a little chaotic without her, and it took them several days to get everything back in order.

In some ways, Kal'tsit was indeed very important to Rhodes Island, but that importance vanished once the Doctor became familiar with the work at Rhodes Island.

Elite operators sometimes remark in private conversations that Rhodes Island has changed a lot since the Doctor came to the island.

Compared to when Kal'tsit was around, everyone's mindset is much more relaxed when they're working.

Although Kal'tsit doesn't usually reprimand operators, working around that doctor always creates a strange sense of tension.

The doctor seems to have a special kind of charisma; there's no sense of tension when working around him.

However, everyone knows that Dr. Kal'tsit left Rhodes Island because she had something more important to do.

The Doctor didn't know what Kal'tsit was going to do after leaving Rhodes Island. He only knew that Kal'tsit deliberately left Rhodes Island when the Undead were heading to Minos.

It's mostly related to the issue of immortals.

Kal'tsit went to Iberia, a country the Doctor also knows a little about.

However, the Doctor always feels a special sense of nostalgia whenever Iberia is mentioned.

It was as if he had spent a long time in Iberia before. But to this day, he has not been able to find a single word about Iberia in his memory.

While his mind was wandering to random thoughts, a cup of coffee was suddenly handed to the professor.

The doctor looked down and saw a pair of slender hands holding a coffee cup, which nudged him.

“Standing on the deck in the wind without a coat. If Dr. Kal'tsit sees you, she’ll definitely scold you again.”

Her voice was both stern and gentle, a style different from Dr. Kal'tsit's.

Nearl held a coffee cup in one hand, drinking it herself and also bringing a cup for the Doctor.

"Have something to drink, something warm, and you haven't slept for a day and a night, have you?"

"Thank you."

The doctor didn't stand on ceremony; he reached out and took the hot coffee, holding it in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from it even through his gloves.

Lin Guang, who is usually elusive, always appears at crucial moments.