Ark Undead

No one has ever imagined that a person could achieve such expertise in so many fields within the limited span of their life.

But the appearance of the immortals shattered this perception.

He was like a perfect warrior, possessing everything everyone desired.

Skill, strength, attitude towards oppression, and inner peace.

The priests of Minos didn't care that the undead were shining brightly here.

Because Minos' stage is always reserved for heroes, and heroes come from all walks of life.

The strength of the Undead is actually what the High Priests and the others want to see.

Having outsiders set an example for the Minoans, allowing them to see their shortcomings, is also a way to catalyze progress among the people.

Moreover, the Undead is practically a national idol; even among the priests, a large number of them probably clenched their fists and were incredibly excited watching the Undead's battle scenes.

So when the Undead returned to the rest room, the flames in his rest room disappeared.

The area around the altar looked as if several tons of Originium explosives had exploded.

The cheers and screams of the crowd completely enveloped the venue and lasted for a long time.

Those who turned on the recording beforehand were extremely glad they made that decision.

This battle will absolutely, positively become a timeless classic.

This new way of using greatswords not only possesses sufficient strength, but also takes into account both elegance and visual appeal.

It might even inspire a group of admirers to imitate it.

However, the shouts and screams from the sidelines will not affect the survivors no matter what.

Upon returning, he went straight to Bloodthorn's room.

Give him back the dagger.

"That was fantastic!"

Bloodthorn sighed.

"You're so versatile! How can you do everything?"

The Undead shook his head; he didn't think he was good at everything.

He was simply imitating what he saw subconsciously, and then making temporary adjustments based on his battle-hardened combat experience.

If we're really talking about visual appeal, his Fran sword dance definitely can't compare to the captain's.

In fact, it was clear from the final collision that the Undead were outmaneuvered by the Captain in terms of rhythm control.

If it weren't for the Undead using his strength advantage to parry and deflect twice with his short sword, his rhythm would definitely have been disrupted by the captain.

"I only know a little bit."

The immortal saw things very clearly, and he also had a clear understanding of his own strength.

But these words can be interpreted very differently by others.

Bloodthorn's face twitched, and he sighed.

"Okay, I know a little bit. Then I used someone else's swordsmanship to beat them down. The same goes for me, I was overpowered with dual swords. Is this what you mean by 'a little bit'?"

As he spoke, Bloodthorn raised his hand and made a slight gesture.

"Just a little bit, really."

"..."

The Undead didn't bother arguing with him, so he handed the dagger back and left Bloodthorn.

After all, Bloodthorn could be picked at any time in the next match. If Bloodthorn's rhythm is disrupted, that would be troublesome.

After returning to his room, the Undead sat on the floor and rested for a while.

He received no reward for his victory, or perhaps his reward had already been given before the duel even began.

The Undead doesn't care about that; after all, his only goal is the sacred relic. To him, all other rewards are meaningless.

The next battle of heroes has chosen another contestant from Minos' homeland.

Having just witnessed the incredible battle of the Undead, the audience's enthusiasm was completely ignited, and the shouts in the arena grew even louder.

Everyone is looking forward to an even more exciting battle.

After the battle ended, the Undead had mixed feelings.

The competition on stage no longer seemed as appealing to him as it had been before.

Her hands were first placed on her thighs, then crossed over her chest, and she didn't even know where to look with her head.

Knowing that he couldn't calm down, he had to think of other ways to avoid dying.

While the Minos heroes were still battling the spirits, the Undead pushed open the door.

"Mr. War Knight?"

The priest who was standing outside the lounge and was responsible for serving the hero saw the undead push open the door and immediately asked respectfully.

Is there anything I can help you with?

"Help me get some firewood."

"The Undead said."

"Firewood for starting a fire."

"Okay, we'll go prepare right away."

As the priest walked away, the undead touched the spiral sword at his waist.

Indeed, only a campfire can bring a sense of peace.

By noon, the sixteen warriors, ten of whom were heroes, had ended their battle with the spirits.

This includes the Undead, Melantha, Morton, Skadi, Surtr, and Maria.

Surprisingly, apart from Morton, the Undead, and Skadi, no other warriors were able to defeat the Heroic Spirits.

Maria's opponent was a knight clad in bright silver armor.

Like her, he was a knight wielding a sword and shield.

The armor on this knight's head left a deep impression on many people.

The two horns curved and pointed towards the sky, and the sword and shield in his hands were also very ornate.

What's even more surprising is that Maria's fighting techniques are surprisingly similar to those of this knight.

Maria held nothing back, using numerous miracles including the lightning sword and even the lightning spear.

To her shock, the sword and shield knight in front of her, the very next moment after Maria used the lightning sword, unleashed a vertical slash that caused his own sword to crackle with terrifying lightning.

The fight between the two was exciting, but it felt a bit strange.

It's like...

It's like that knight in bright silver armor fighting against his own daughter.

The techniques and sword and shield skills used by both are very similar.

Maria also keenly noticed this. However, under the suppression of that heroic spirit, she was still slightly inferior in swordsmanship and shield usage skills.

After holding out for more than ten minutes, Maria, having exhausted too much mental energy, was struck by the silver knight and had her shield flipped over during a fatal, brief dizziness.

With a single sword stroke, Maria's head was severed, and Maria departed the stage in regret.

Surtr, who was initially highly regarded by everyone, encountered a Heroic Spirit who was proficient in assassination techniques during that battle.

This heroic spirit was very mysterious. Not only did none of the audience members recognize him, but even the immortals had no recollection of him.

It is speculated that this can only be a Heroic Spirit existing before Terra's current historical records.

In the face of this Heroic Spirit who was proficient in assassination techniques, Surtr's Originium magic, which he was so proud of, was completely useless.

That heroic spirit dodged all of Surtr's external spells and defeated him in close combat within just two minutes, often disappearing after a single blow. Then, when Surtr revealed an opening, it would launch a surprise attack from a position no one could anticipate.

In reality, Surtr is absolutely powerful. However, with her Originium Arts unable to be utilized and her close combat completely suppressed, she lost the means to win.

Levantine did not respond to Surtr's call; it seemed to be completely asleep while it was in the Initial Furnace.

In this battle, Surtr was sent out of the Initial Furnace before he could unleash his full power.

However, that didn't matter to her; what was more important was Levantine's problem.

After emerging from the initial furnace, Levantine seemed to be asleep. No matter how Surtr called out to him, there was no response.

Surtr could still draw strength from Levantine on her own. But for her, the loss of a friend like that was definitely enough to make her panic.

So, at noon, during the break of the battle celebration, Surtr immediately went to find the Undead.

Upon hearing about Levantine's situation, the Undead first grasped Levantine and attempted to communicate through the Primal Flame.

But even when faced with the first flame, Levantine showed no reaction and slept even more soundly.

However, when the Undead held Levantine, he discovered that the power within the sword seemed to be undergoing a qualitative change.

This is something that is difficult to explain in words. The flames themselves are different, and the nature of Levantine's flames is very peculiar.

The reason it craves the Primordial Flame is perhaps because it needs the Primordial Flame to help it complete several evolutions.

After entering the primordial furnace, Levantine naturally felt the lingering effects of the primordial fire in that environment, and began to evolve towards a higher form of life.

There's nothing wrong with Levantine herself. After all, Surtr can still draw power from Levantine, which proves that Levantine didn't refuse to communicate with Surtr.

After calming Surtr's anxious emotions and reassuring her that Levantine was alright, Surtr felt a little relieved and left the room after thanking him.

Less than half a minute later, the room where no one had died welcomed its second guest.

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

Onstan greeted the priest at the door, then crouched down and squeezed into the Undead's lounge.

"I just saw that red-haired girl come looking for you, what happened to her?"

"Nothing, that sword is a bit strange."

The Undead are still pondering Levantine's matter.