Ark Undead

The greatsword's momentum as it left the ground caused the undead to spin around once before coming to a slight stop in mid-air.

At this moment, the immortal's body stretched out completely in the air, his upper body pulled back, his legs together and also stretched back.

Seeing the undead launch an attack, the captain could only hold his greatsword horizontally in front of him in an attempt to defend himself.

So, after stretching his body to its limit, the immortal suddenly pulled his body back towards his core as he fell.

Enveloped by the original weight of the greatsword, the entire body was stretched to its limit like a spring, and then suddenly rebounded!

Upon witnessing the Undead Sword Technique, Ornstein nearly stood up.

His eyes were filled with shock and nostalgia.

This is clearly...

The sword light shot downwards, directly colliding with the captain's horizontal greatsword.

boom!

The greatsword's mournful cry, accompanied by the trembling of steel, emanated outwards.

The captain's two calves were buried in layers of ash on the ground under the fierce bombardment.

The flames spread, pressing down along the wind generated by the greatsword, blowing open the captain's cloak and causing it to billow backward.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the captain quickly recovered, pulling his legs out from under the ashes, trying to regain his rhythm.

The Undead just landed when his greatsword struck from the side once more.

His body tumbled in the air, but his right hand remained still, maintaining its original trajectory, and drew an arc-shaped horizontal slash across his lower body.

The dagger in his left hand was pressed firmly to the ground, fixing his position, and he swung towards the captain like a pendulum.

The captain had no choice but to turn around and swing. He jumped low into the air, and as he landed, he pulled his sword back and smashed it toward the side of the Undead.

Just as the sword was swung to his side, the Undead's power was not yet exhausted, his old strength not yet depleted and his new strength not yet generated.

He pulled up the dagger buried in the ground and held it in front of him, but was knocked back by the captain's timely strike.

At this moment, the captain finally regained his balance, but he knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

So, the captain lunged forward the moment the Undead landed.

The giant wolf bared its fangs, displaying its ferocity to its enemies without reservation.

Enveloped in flames, the swift greatsword, imbued with immense force, slashed a perfect circular horizontal line with the help of the twisting body and the fixed claw-shaped dagger.

The undead man's greatsword slanted downwards, slightly deflecting the attack, and flew out to his side.

The captain's attack was relentless. He slightly raised his body, and as soon as the dagger in his left hand was pulled from the ground, he immediately lunged forward and plunged deep into the ashes once again.

His body spun around, and the second strike arrived as expected.

The greatsword swung back and slashed horizontally towards the undead's waist and abdomen.

The immortal did not choose to confront it head-on, but instead leaned backward and flipped into the air with a sudden burst of power.

The greatsword grazed the armor on the back of the undead who had just flipped over, leaving a deep mark on it from the flames and the sharp tip of the sword.

It seems they have once again seized the initiative.

The captain spotted the gap where the Undead were airborne and leaped up as well.

He suddenly pulled the greatsword from beneath his body, his entire body flipping like a pivot. It was as if a vertical blade was about to crash down, about to cleave the undead who had just landed in two.

Enveloped in flames, the captain's figure resembled a nimble, fiery wave as he leaped into the air, opened his massive jaws, and launched a final attack on his prey.

In the eyes of all the spectators, the immortal's body had just landed, and he hadn't even had time to raise his head.

And right above his head, the greatsword had already begun to fall.

Is the legend of the War Knights about to end today?

Before everyone's eyes, the Undead finally raised his left hand and swung it outward from his heart.

Ding!

With a crisp, resonant clang of steel, a greatsword veered to the side.

The captain, still in mid-air, lost all balance in that instant.

The immortal then raised his head and looked at the captain in the air.

It was in this seemingly hopeless situation that the Undead turned the tide with the short sword in his left hand.

The essence of Franzian swordsmanship has never been limited to the wide, sweeping movements of the right-hand greatsword.

The real core weapon is the left-hand dagger or short sword used in conjunction with the greatsword.

If the user's skills are good enough, they can turn a desperate situation around in an instant!

Just like it is now.

The captain, having lost his balance, fell backward in mid-air, unable to resist.

The Undead raised his right hand and, following the path of the captain's fall, slammed it down.

boom!

Along with his light armor, the captain's already somewhat frail body was smashed into the ashes by the Undead's greatsword.

Amidst the hoarse groan of twisting steel, a huge gash was slashed into the captain's light armor by the greatsword.

The immortal did not let it go. He took a step forward and kicked the captain in the waist as he was about to get up, knocking him back and scattering his struggling body once again.

Faced with the undead's attack, the captain could only use his right-hand greatsword to swing a side slash in an attempt to stop the undead's advance.

Ding!

Another melodious clanging of steel echoed.

The greatsword's force was deflected by the dagger, and it weakly rose to the side.

The captain's body leaned to the side once again.

The captain, whose stance had already been disrupted by the undead, was unable to mount a strong counterattack in his current state.

This time, however, what he faced was no longer a slightly heavy slash, but an incomparably sharp sword tip.

laugh...

With a tearing sound of steel piercing flesh, the scorching sword pierced through the captain's body, completely shredding his heart.

Both of them stopped moving at the same time.

This pure duel between warriors finally came to an end with the Undead turning the tide with two deflections.

The ashes drifted down slowly, no longer engulfed by the flames, and rose into the sky.

The charred petals and ashes lay quietly on the ground.

Just like the two people who seem to be stuck together.

The flames on the sword gradually diminished and dissipated from the two of them.

The Undead looked at the captain who was so close to him.

The captain also looked up at the Undead.

"Good...very good..."

A hoarse voice came from beneath the mask covering the face; this was the first time the captain had spoken in the memories of the undead.

There was a slight smile in his tone.

"Thanks..."

What are you thanking me for?

Should he thank the Undead for carrying on with their will, or should he thank the Undead for giving him such a thrilling battle?

Perhaps it's a combination of both.

Why should those who wield the same swordsmanship and drink the same wolf's blood need to speak so clearly?

After an indescribable silence, the Undead placed his left hand on the captain's shoulder, gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and slowly drew his greatsword.

His once upright body, now freed from the support of the greatsword that held him up, collapsed limply.

But before it landed, it turned into sparks and dissipated in the air.

Only the greatsword that fell from his hand remained, crossed with his dagger atop the ashes, in the First Furnace, to endure forever alongside the weapons of other heroes.

The undead hung his greatsword back on his back and looked down at the Farron greatsword left there.

He reached out and gently stroked the scorching blade of the Franz Greatsword, and the undead's body gradually became transparent, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

The battle between the giant wolves has finally come to an end.

But the sharing of wolf blood did not quell the unrest.

The flesh and blood of a giant wolf that dies in the process of being devoured will be consumed by another wolf, becoming the source of its strength to move forward.

This was true in the past, and it is true now.

The immortals will eventually finish what they left unfinished.

This was the vow he silently recited in his heart when he inherited the wolf blood.

The abyss will never perish, and the wolf's blood will never die.

370. Halftime

The battle is over.

When the Undead left the Primal Forge, the audience realized that the battle had already been ended by the Undead.

Faced with the powerful attack of the ancient heroes, the undead seemed to have chosen to use the same tactics and successfully suppressed them.

What else can he do?

From his debut as a sword and shield user, to later alarming Kazimierz, fighting against hundreds single-handedly, and even penetrating the Commercial Alliance Building with his Originium Arts.

From the overwhelming pressure of the greatsword that leaves one utterly defenseless, to today's dazzling and exquisitely beautiful Fran sword dance.

The Undead demonstrated his extensive combat skills, silencing those who had previously believed that the Undead were only skilled in sword and shield combat.