Ark Undead

But the heroic spirit before him showed no signs of injury whatsoever.

This is the awe-inspiring power of ancient heroes.

"Mr. War Knight?!"

Upon noticing the door being pushed open, the old man's expression changed drastically, only to see a soldier who looked somewhat familiar.

"You shouldn't have come in! The relic will summon another heroic spirit!"

The high priest was naturally unaware of the decision made by the other priests.

His gray hair was also dyed red, and at this moment, he was struggling to block the attack of the soldiers in front of him.

Hearing the old man's voice, the heroic spirit's sword, which was about to strike, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The old man was preparing to raise his shield to take the hit, but the unexpected turn of events caught him completely off guard.

The knight turned around and looked at the undead who had appeared at the door.

At the same time, a wisp of mist separated from the compartment and drifted behind the undead.

The white mist severed the connection between the inside and the outside, completely sealing off the entrance for the undead and preventing the priests outside from seeing what was happening inside.

Seeing this, the high priest cautiously took two steps back.

After confirming that the Heroic Spirits were no longer attacking him, he dragged his body to the Undead's side.

The heroic spirits stopped, an unprecedented occurrence. The high priest, not understanding what had happened, could only look at the undead with questioning eyes.

"You take a rest first."

The Undead slowly took down the greatsword that had just been repaired that day.

"It's my turn."

After a moment's hesitation, the high priest, still heeding the words of the undead, came to the ground and sat down with difficulty.

The Undead's attention had long been drawn to the knight in front of him.

The undead looked all too familiar with this knight.

The straight sword in his hand was of an ancient and noble design. The iron shield was decorated with the emblem symbolizing his service to the royal family.

The knights of Lothric who roam with dragons.

Even when wearing heavy armor, they still possess agile movements.

The blue cloak behind him signifies his status as a high-ranking knight.

After passing through layers of time's barriers, they descended upon the continent of Terra as heroic spirits.

And this knight seemed to recognize who the Undead was.

He took the initiative to raise his longsword and shield to fight, and no other heroic spirit appeared beside him.

There was no exchange between the two, but the weapons in their hands spoke volumes.

The greatsword struck the iron shield first, and the knight's burly body trembled slightly, but he still managed to hold on.

They even had the strength to raise their swords and fight back.

He raised his right-hand straight sword, crossed the edge of the shield, and was about to strike down!

The knight's counterattack failed. The undead, who were already familiar with the Lothric knights' attack patterns, swung their greatsword upwards with a backhand.

The blade was wedged against the edge of the knight's shield, and the immense force, along with the shield, flipped the knight's entire side open.

The Undead then stepped forward again, stabilizing the blade he had just raised in front of his chest, and thrust out with his sword.

Ding!

The Heroic Spirit's excellent combat experience saved him from the mistake he made in this attempt to attack.

But the shield he hastily raised to his chest was no match for the force of the warrior's thrust.

He stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance.

The high priest's eyes widened.

Although he could not be considered a hero, he was one of the strongest in Minos when he was young.

Even though he was old and weak, his disadvantages in tactics and speed were obvious when facing knights.

But the Undead Man's first attack completely overwhelmed the Knights, leaving them unable to retaliate.

It seems that the Undead have seen through all of the opponent's attack patterns.

This is inevitable.

This battle has happened far too many times in the past.

The Undead fought against the Knights of Lothric with countless weapons, and the battle was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Each time the greatsword struck the shield, it caused the knight's body to tilt to varying degrees.

After just a few rounds of attacks, the Cavaliers had no way to retreat.

The knight, whose strength had long been exhausted, lost all remaining ability to resist when faced with the undead's fierce thrusts.

The sword blade struck the center of the shield with pinpoint accuracy.

The knight tried to deflect the force of the sword. But his aching left hand couldn't do it at all, and instead, the immense force caused him to tilt his shield once again.

The tall knight leaned to the side, his legs trembling, his chest gaping open.

Illuminated by the suspended lamplight, the sharp blade tore through the armor, pierced into flesh and blood, and then through his entire body, pinning him to the stone wall.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the knight released his shield and straight sword.

The steel fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The heroic spirit nailed to the wall looked at the undead, and a dry, weak voice came from beneath the helmet that obscured their faces.

"Thanks..."

The Undead nodded slightly, raised his right foot, stepped on the knight's abdomen, and slowly pulled the greatsword from his chest.

The knight knelt helplessly on the ground, and he raised his head with trembling hands to look at the undead in front of him.

The undead looked down at the knight.

The undead did not understand why he had consciousness and could speak, but that did not prevent him from understanding the knight's words.

"She is waiting for you."

He used up his last bit of strength.

"Lord Ashes..."

The knight's body suddenly exploded, turning into a fragment of starlight that scattered in all directions before gradually extinguishing in the air, leaving no dust behind.

These are heroic spirits manifested from flames; upon death, they will also vanish into flames.

Only the scattered souls were captured by the Undead and absorbed into his body.

The undead instinctively looked at the gate shrouded in mist, refusing entry to anyone.

This means that the immortals of today are not yet qualified to see her.

The man hung his greatsword back behind him, turned away silently, and left the fog gate.

He will defeat all enemies who stand in his way and reclaim his title as king.

He had seen the belated hero before the fireless sacrificial site.

As long as no one dies, we will never break our promise.

363. King's Remains

"I suppose Pallas has already told you everything about our temple."

The immortal put down his teacup and nodded.

"Yes, about the Undying Arena."

After resolving the crisis at the Temple of the Twelve Heroes, the Undead was invited by the High Priest to rest in the Temple of the Heroes' reception room.

The Undead knew, of course, that the High Priest had something he wanted to discuss with him, so he didn't refuse.

He also wanted to learn more about the history of the Temple of Heroes, since it was information about the Fire Mage.

Before officially meeting the Fire Mage, any information is invaluable.

"Well, I didn't have much faith in the Divine Envoy at first. But after seeing you fight against the Heroic Spirits, I have to believe it now."

The high priest's wounds had not fully healed; they were only roughly treated with Originium magic.

He didn't have time to rest properly either. All the priests of the Temple of Heroes couldn't sleep well tonight, as tomorrow was the official opening day of the Undead Arena.

"This situation began after we reclaimed the Temple of the Twelve Heroes."

Before the Undead could even ask, the High Priest spoke up on his own initiative.

"After Sargon's century-long occupation ended, the Temple of the Twelve Heroes returned to our hands. The twelve heroes selected priests to access the sacred relics, attempting to restore Minos to its former prosperity."

The high priest picked up the tea that Pallas had poured for her, blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip.

"But soon, we discovered that the sacred object was acting strangely, that is, heroic spirits appeared."

Pallas tilted her head; she had overheard some more secrets.

I thought the disturbance had only happened recently, but I didn't expect it to have started so early.

"What about before?"

"The immortal asked."

"The old, immortal arena."

He knew that the Undying Arena didn't appear out of nowhere; there were many stories in folk tales that showed it was a long-standing battle celebration.

The high priest's explanation, however, was that the Immortal Arena only came about because of the emergence of Heroic Spirits.

"The Undead Arena has always existed, but the problem is that the heroic spirits don't appear during the ritual."

"The high priest said."