Ark Undead

The high priest came to the altar and announced the next arrangements.

"In addition, we have prepared a grand banquet. All heroes who participated in the Undead Arena are welcome to attend the banquet in the side hall. Yasenus will also continue to hold various events and celebrations in the coming week. All guests who have just arrived in Minos are welcome to participate."

It seems the priests of the Temple of Heroes intend to use this battle celebration as a good opportunity to promote themselves.

In fact, representatives from various factions have already arrived in Minos, attempting to make contact with the Temple of Heroes.

Minos might be able to reap sufficient benefits from this event.

However, these issues are temporarily irrelevant to the heroes who have passed the trials.

Because there is still a trial waiting for them, which will take place inside the Temple of Heroes.

So the undead, led by the priest, went inside the Temple of Heroes.

When the Undead arrived, Bloodthorn was already waiting there.

"Hey, you're here."

Bloodthorn was holding a book and had been looking down at it when he heard the Undead's footsteps. He looked up and smiled at the Undead.

"This is...your reward?"

The immortals naturally knew that after defeating a heroic spirit, the sacred object would bestow upon them a special reward.

However, unexpectedly, Bloodthorn was given a book instead of a weapon like Morton's.

After all, they are martial artists, so a better weapon would definitely be more reasonable.

However, Bloodthorn showed no sign of frustration; on the contrary, he appeared quite satisfied.

"Yes, a book that records some strange Originium magic."

Bloodthorn made no attempt to hide the book in his hand from the Undead.

On the front of the book are strange inscriptions, which the Undead cannot understand.

"You probably can't understand this; it's ancient Sarkaz script. It records the secrets of the Blood Court."

As Bloodthorn spoke, he gestured to the Undead.

"I've been holding this book and reading it for a while now since the war, but I've only learned this one trick."

As he spoke, Bloodthorn tucked the book under his arm and drew a short knife with his other hand.

He drew blood from his left hand and lightly wiped it on the dagger.

As Bloodthorn's hand brushed across the blade, a thin film, resembling blood, immediately appeared on the surface where it had just been applied.

It seemed harmless, but the Undead unexpectedly felt a strong attraction and a sharp aura emanating from it.

"This thing is very different from the Originium Arts I use by feeling. It is more sophisticated than the way I use blood... The principle of this spell is to vaporize blood and wrap it around the weapon, which greatly enhances its lethality. It can also use this layer of blood vapor to directly plunder the enemy's life force in battle."

When the topic of Origin Stone Arts came up, Bloodthorn spoke more and more. But that was normal; given his interest in combat, he was very interested in any method that could enhance his fighting ability.

The undead are already very familiar with the technique of imbuing weapons with power. However, combat using blood is still somewhat foreign to them.

Especially with such a convenient blood enchantment.

"There are also many strange and unusual spells. If an outsider were to look at it, they would think that the Blood Demon is very dangerous."

Speaking of this, Bloodthorn couldn't help but complain again.

The Blood Demons are known as the most dangerous branch of the Sarkaz, undoubtedly because of their unique Originium Arts related to blood.

But Bloodthorn is completely different from ordinary Blood Demons. He prefers pure physical combat to Origin Stone Arts.

Otherwise, the situation of purely swordsmanship clash with the Undead wouldn't have occurred.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes before Skadi and Morton walked in side by side.

Upon seeing the undead, Morton greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. War Knight, your battle was truly spectacular!"

He was a complete fan, making no attempt to hide it. When talking about the battle against the undead, his eyes lit up and he couldn't stop talking.

"That greatsword technique was so magnificent that it left people speechless!"

The immortal simply nodded calmly and responded politely.

"Yours is fine too."

Morton's performance was indeed not bad, and it wasn't exactly a matter of social niceties.

Skadi, as always, would remain silent whenever possible, especially when there were outsiders present.

However, the Undead noticed that Skadi seemed to have an extra ring on her finger.

Sensing the Undead's gaze, Skadi approached him and whispered something.

"The reward for winning makes me feel much more comfortable after I put it on."

As she spoke, Skadi brought her hand over and showed it to the Undead.

The ring was set with a small black gemstone, on which a skull appeared to be engraved.

The immortals could tell at a glance that what was embedded in it was a miniature version of the curse-breaking stone.

"The cursed ring."

The Undead nodded; for Skadi, this was indeed a good thing.

The curse ring is an item from the Age of Fire, and even then it was not very common.

It is one of a set of "biting rings" passed down from Kalim.

It can enhance a person's resistance to things like curses, thus maintaining their sanity.

"You can give it to Ghost Shark."

It is more effective for Ghost Shark than Skadi.

Skadi nodded, quickly took off the ring, and then carefully put it away.

She came here because Greta told her there was something here that could alleviate Ghost Shark's condition.

Now that I have this ring, I'm quite satisfied.

Before long, the high priest walked in from outside the Temple of Heroes.

The priests behind him followed him.

"All four heroes have arrived."

The high priest came before the four heroes who had triumphed over the spirits.

"First of all, congratulations to everyone for successfully defeating the ancient heroes. This shows that your strength is enough to rival the heroes of history."

Apart from Morton, the other three were quite calm.

Morton's face flushed slightly; for him, such a reputation was still somewhat exciting.

"However, the competition of immortals is not over. Defeating the heroic spirits is the beginning of your true trial."

"You will have the opportunity to confront the sacred objects and seek your own path within them."

With that, the high priest turned and walked toward the inner sanctuary.

"Please follow me to see the sacred object."

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Coastal village on the Iberian border.

Greta, panting, supported herself as she stood up, her hands resting on her long spear.

Ghost Shark used the chainsaw in his hand as a lever to lean on, slamming it to the ground to keep himself from collapsing limply.

"It's... over."

The ghost shark looked down at its chainsaw, still panting heavily.

"This time...it really is..."

Both of them looked exhausted, and it was hard to imagine what level of battle they had encountered.

Grace glanced at Ghost Shark out of the corner of her eye to make sure she had no wounds before turning her attention back to the unrecognizable corpse in front of her.

"They are getting stronger and stronger. When we fight, I can almost hear the sound of the waves in my ears."

"Are you sure it's not? This place is too close to the sea..."

Ghost Shark's speech was still somewhat intermittent, indicating that he hadn't recovered his strength yet.

However, the fact that she still has the energy to joke around shows that her mental state is not bad.

"Could it be that your physical abilities are so strong that you can hear the sound of the tide at the beach?"

"If I could hear the sounds from several kilometers away, I wouldn't have been ambushed by this guy hiding here in the first place."

Grandia shook her head; she knew Ghost Shark was joking.

"Laurentina, you look great."

"It's an illusion... I already feel like my eyelids are drooping."

Ghost Shark shook her head, then simply let go of the chainsaw that had been supporting her body and plopped down on the ground.

Gasping for breath, Ghost Shark finally felt a little better.

"If it weren't for this body, it wouldn't be so tiring."

Ghost Shark reached out and grabbed the corpse of Sea King beside him, threw it aside, and then looked up at Grandia.

"Next, before I fall asleep again, can you tell me where you plan to take me next?"

"Back to Rhodes Island."

Goredia gave a response that Ghost Shark never expected.

Specter was stunned; she never expected that Gladys would send her back to Rhodes Island.

Seeing that Ghost Shark looked puzzled, Goredia sighed.

"Lauren Tina, you might think my personality has changed. If it were the old me, I would proudly tell you that you would stay by my side and that I would be confident in protecting you no matter where we go."