Ark Undead

Surtr gets angry whenever he sees his two teammates.

She gripped the blade of Levantine near the guard with her other hand, and after guiding the giant axe warrior's attack to her side, she activated an Originium Arts.

Exploding flames wrapped around her, and the shockwave from the explosion made the giant axe warrior squint and take two steps back.

Within those two steps, he heard a sharp piercing sound in his ear.

The blade of the greatsword plunged into the ground, and Surtr gripped the hilt upside down with one hand.

At this moment, she no longer possessed the agility and nimbleness of a warrior.

However, it possesses an undeniable sense of majesty and destruction.

Levantine, in her hands, was like a scepter commanding heaven and earth, ready to unleash her fury in all directions.

At this moment, the situation changed drastically.

The earth trembled, and Surtr's sword, plunged into the ground, glowed red, wreathed in violent flames before finally surging into the earth.

The air around them became scalding hot with each breath, and the crimson flames tinged their color with heat.

The ground flowed as if alive, gathering behind Surtr, with lava and intense heat calling out its name.

The lava embraced and entwined Surtr, then rose up behind her.

Under the endless flames and impacts, it solidified into a giant black hand.

boom!

The hand slammed into the ground beside him, leaving a trail resembling a spiderweb.

The violent impact caused the giant axe warrior, unaware of what was happening, to instinctively take two more steps back.

The warriors who were fighting each other suddenly realized that something was wrong. They each took two steps back and looked back in Surtr's direction.

The giant hand pressed down on the ground, its dark fingers roughly outlined by flames, and a faint sense of antiquity could be sensed from the heavy material.

And then there are arms and body, supported by palms, emerging from the surging lava.

It was a giant that slowly rose from the earth, raising its head, but no face could be seen on that head.

Even though the lower half of the giant's body was still underground, the fact that only his upper body and head were exposed was enough to give everyone a sense of oppression.

The giant hand that had initially emerged from the magma also grasped the hilt of the greatsword that Surtr had planted in the ground.

Levantine was extremely long; if you only consider length, he was half a meter to a meter longer than Surtr.

But at this moment, in that large hand, it resembled a long sword, or even a short sword.

The distance between the guard and the bottom of the hilt is just the right size for your hand to grip when you close your palms.

This sword belonged to it, to this arm.

The flames condensed above the faceless giant's head into a phantom resembling a crown, but the crown was extremely broken.

Perhaps, it's more like a shackle.

Surtur released Levantine and rested one hand lightly on the rising black lava beside him.

She stood on the shoulders of the giant rising from the lava, gradually ascending away from the ground.

In the shadow that blocked out the sunlight, the purple pupils were dazzling.

Finally, she looked down at the insects standing on the ground.

With a silent command, the giant raised his arm and pulled Levantine from the ground.

The jewels on the hilt of Levantine's sword gleamed, and violent flames coiled around its dark body, the crimson flames and magma proclaiming the power it possessed.

Surtr lightly tapped the ground.

"Levantin!"

The giant hand gripping Levantine seemed frozen in everyone's eyes, like a meteorite falling from the sky, carrying the light of the apocalypse.

357. Flame

"Levantin!"

Even the audience members in the stands gasped in surprise, and couldn't help but lean back instinctively, some even closing their eyes.

The giant in the flames was so powerful that, in their eyes, such an attack was already deadly enough, let alone the warriors who were facing the giant hand of Levantine.

Whether it was the giant axe-wielding Tu'er or the other warriors who were fighting, they all subconsciously changed their expressions when they saw the giant hand falling.

Not to mention the two warriors who were already in the same team as Surtr.

They ran away while cursing under their breath.

Is this woman trying to kill her teammates too?!

Also, is this level of Originium Arts really the work of a swordsman, or an Originium mage?

Surtr had no interest in dealing with these people.

She had initially planned to heed Maria's advice and cooperate with their attack. But as the battle progressed, she became hesitant and ineffective; these people lacked any sense of teamwork.

Since that's the case, Surtr decided to stop hiding and just take them all out at once.

Levantine's arm slammed into the ground, and the greatsword plunged into the earth.

boom!

The massive shockwave spread in all directions, knocking everyone near the fist off their feet.

Even the ground around the altar could be felt trembling.

That wasn't all; flames and lava rose from the ground, engulfing the warriors.

The warriors, desperately hiding amidst the pillars of fire and the lava-covered ground, could only grit their teeth and endure; they lacked the confidence to confront the woman head-on in this state.

She simply stood on the shoulders of giants, and with a wave of her hand, she forcefully suppressed the six people in front of her.

Now, his teammates have to join forces with the opposing team to resist his offensive.

Flames rose from Surtr's body, making her appear like a queen rising from lava, in complete control of the situation and unmatched in strength.

The undead, who were still resting, naturally witnessed this scene.

Skadi saw Surtr standing nearby, raised an eyebrow, and asked instinctively.

"Your new disciple?"

"No."

The Undead shook his head. It was no wonder Skadi would think that way; Surtr's fighting style did seem strangely similar to hers.

Especially regarding the flames, if it weren't for the different colors of the flames, and the fact that the Undead themselves were aware of the difference in the nature of the flames between the two, it would be a different story.

Perhaps he himself would think that this was yet another instance of him teaching a disciple while suffering from amnesia.

However, it is clear that this is the power of Levantine, not the power of Surtr.

Rather than saying Surtr is very strong, it's more accurate to say she's a medium that brings out Levantine's strength.

There must be some necessary connection between these two. Otherwise, Levantine wouldn't have chosen Surtr, and Surtr couldn't have achieved a connection with a sword.

However, it now seems that Levantine's power is not all there is.

It's as if it's being restricted by something; the sword is like its container, and Surtr is the medium.

How did such a giant come to be? Why was it sealed inside a sword?

The more Levantine looked at the Undead, the more inexplicably familiar he felt.

I just felt that this person should be my offspring...

Of course, not by blood, but as a kind of offspring in terms of power inheritance.

Where did it come from, and why is Levantine afraid of himself?

The answer to the question of the immortals is currently unavailable, as is the answer to the question of Levantine.

Let's keep watching the game.

Surtr was displaying his might over there, and such a commotion naturally couldn't escape the notice of Maria and Bloodthorn, who were fighting on the sidelines.

Bloodthorn initially thought Surtr was a warrior like himself, skilled in Originium Arts.

Unexpectedly, Surtr was more like a sorcerer, and was even able to summon such a huge giant to fight.

This was completely beyond Bloodthorn's expectations.

Maria's persistence exceeded Bloodthorn's expectations; he had thought he could defeat her quickly. However, Maria's resilience prevented Bloodthorn from striking her vitals.

In this way, no one can stop Surtr for the time being.

Once Surtr has finished her harvest there, and she turns her attention to Maria, that will be the real dead end.

With four against one, no matter how you look at it, Bloodthorn has no chance of turning the tide against a Master of Originium Arts and three decent warriors.

Bloodthorn could not afford to delay any longer, and his attacks became even more ferocious.

Maria naturally shared the same thought as Bloodthorn.

If Bloodthorn cannot be held here and forced to return, its mobility is enough to pose a threat to Surtr.

Therefore, Maria took the concept of procrastination to the extreme.

Various family-inherited Originium Arts involve throwing things in front of Bloodthorn's eyes to obstruct his vision with light, and then touching the blade of Bloodthorn's Lightning Sword to each other.

They tried every means to hinder Bloodthorn's actions, while using Originium Arts and miracles to restore their own combat power.

Maria was surprisingly resilient; she had withstood two minutes of the frenzied attacks amidst the Bloodthorns' thorns.

Even so, her figure was already swaying precariously, and she was about to give up.

The Levantine Titan pinned the six warriors beneath him, forcing them to constantly dodge.

Surtr also had enough patience; as long as he could drag them all down to their breaking point, that would be his victory.

However, Surtr also knew that Levantine in this state would put a great strain on her body, and she could not continue indefinitely.

Therefore, we must use the most intense offensive to wipe these guys out!

Levantine's condition became increasingly violent, and each bombardment made the warriors lose their footing, struggling to adjust their balance while dodging the pillars of fire and lava that covered almost the entire area.