Ark Undead

After all, the Doctor is the Doctor; even without Kal'tsit, the Doctor is still someone you can rely on.

To their surprise, after seeing the photos, the doctor immediately locked the door and questioned them about the details of the photos.

W and Greyhound exchanged a glance, and then explained to the Doctor in detail where they had found the thing.

The doctor had been sitting at his desk for several minutes, and in those minutes, he hadn't said a word.

W and Greyhound were seeing the Doctor so serious for the first time, and neither of them dared to leave, staying to wait for him.

Several more minutes passed, and the doctor reached up and rubbed his forehead, his tone sounding somewhat tired.

“I’ve seen these words before.”

The doctor's words gave the two of them a jolt.

Greyhound added.

“It’s ancient Kazdel language; I’ve seen it in some ancient texts.”

"Do not."

The doctor shook his head and brought the photos back to his eyes.

“Strictly speaking, the ancient Kazdel language you mentioned evolved from this language. In fact, if you look at the ancient scripts of the Great Yan, Lateran, and even the Minoans, you can find very similarities between them and this script in their oldest scripts.”

"Perhaps, but what exactly does what's written here mean?"

W wasn't interested in these things; she was more concerned with what was written on them.

After all, it seems that Kal'tsit's name is engraved on it. Could Kal'tsit really be an old monster?

Greyhound looked at the doctor expectantly, waiting for his answer.

But the doctor didn't seem to intend to explain the meaning of the inscription on the stone tablet to the two of them immediately. Instead, he asked them a question.

"How much do you... know about these countries on Terra?"

"I do not know."

W answered honestly that she didn't care at all.

"Does this have anything to do with it?"

The doctor shook his head. He had wanted the two to think about other things, but they didn't seem to care.

"This stone slab is a vow."

"This is a vow made by many people together, and the text on it explains the content of the vow. At that time, they made the vow under this stone tablet, hoping that they would never forget it under the witness of the stone tablet."

The doctor pointed to another photo, a stone tablet that the two had photographed, with many corpse-like objects hanging on it.

But that wasn't all; the doctor then pointed to the last signature on the stone slab.

"It seems you've figured it out; this name is Kal'tsit."

The doctor then slowly moved his hand up and placed it on the second name in the signature.

"This is me."

373. The Fireless Sacrifice Site

After opening her eyes, Melantha stood up from the coffin once again.

She picked up the straight knife beside her, her eyes vacant as she stared at the broken floor tiles illuminated by candlelight.

Melanie has lost count of how many times she has stood up again here.

All she remembered was that, long ago, she, her teacher, and several other companions had entered the gate to offer the sacred objects.

The door was very strange; once opened, a layer of gray mist filled the air, making it impossible to see what was inside.

When Melantha opened her eyes again, she found herself here.

There were no other companions beside him.

Melantha thought that perhaps her companions had already gotten out of this predicament, but she was still staying here.

The sky was completely dark, with only the faint candlelight along the road providing Melantha with some light and a way to see.

This place is a huge graveyard, with countless coffins and corpses piled up here.

Many tombstones bear no inscriptions, and even the only sound left is Melantha's own breathing.

But what slightly horrified her was that, besides herself, there were other "living things" present.

Using living beings as an analogy might not be entirely accurate. After all, Melantha no longer knew whether those people, who were almost nothing but skeletons, or whose bodies were cut open and only gushed out black liquid, were still alive.

In addition, in some side paths, there were two large, shimmering lizards covered in bright gems. At first glance, Melantha thought they were some kind of special Originium.

Melantha had never seen Originium Beasts like these before. The stones on their bodies didn't make Melantha feel uncomfortable; they were simply very similar in structure.

After paying the price of her own death, Melantha successfully killed them two by herself.

The way these beasts vanished in a flash of light reminded Melantha of those heroic spirits.

But just as Melantha finally found her way and began to move forward, a heavily armored warrior blocked her path.

Completely unexpectedly, in the hands of this heavily armored warrior wielding a halberd, Melantha's straight sword was knocked from her grasp in just two exchanges.

The sharp halberd pierced her body, hanging her high on the halberd before throwing her off the cliff.

Although she knew that her body wouldn't truly die in the Arena of the Undying, this unique feeling of death still greatly stimulated Melantha's mind.

Each time Melantha rises again from the coffin, she instinctively covers the wound that killed her last time.

Even though there was no visible injury, it felt as if a huge gash had been cut open there, with blood gushing out.

Each death further eroded her spirit.

In this endless darkness, Melantha's mental state deteriorated further.

Now, Melantha is no longer able to think and can only rely on her body's instincts to take on challenges.

She had died countless times at the hands of that warrior.

With a similar build to Mr. Onstan, he wielded a halberd so powerfully that each swing nearly knocked Melantha's straight sword out of her hand.

In this situation where the power was almost overwhelming, Melantha's blocking skills became a burden.

However, she still took a step and walked forward.

After swiftly and decisively killing the undead that blocked her path once again, Melantha stood before the fog gate and took a deep breath.

In the last battle, she seemed to have successfully cornered the warrior, and was just one last strike away from piercing his skull.

But at that critical moment, the warrior put down his halberd, and his large hand, covered by gauntlets, precisely grasped Melantha's attack pattern.

He reached out and grabbed Melantha's straight knife, then kicked her away.

The immense force slammed Melantha against the coffin wall behind her.

The halberd that followed pierced her chest, killing her instantly.

This time, Melantha saw hope, and she mustered all her strength to kill the warrior on the spot.

Although she didn't know what lay ahead, Melantha had no other choice but to keep moving forward.

The purple-haired kitten was covered in filth. With difficulty, she swung the halberd to the side, dodging the thrust, and then took a step forward, slashing the halberd upwards.

The warrior's gauntlet was slashed open by the sharp blade, and the halberd in his hand fell limply to the ground.

This strike nearly severed the warrior's hand, but it also created a huge opportunity for Melantha.

Without hesitation, Melantha advanced again, pulling her waist back in front of the warrior's crotch, swinging her sword back, and thrusting out a straight blade that plunged deep into the warrior's chest and abdomen.

But the unknown soldier did not give up.

With a stomp of his right foot, a wave of air exploded from the point where his foot met the ground, the violent impact sending Melantha and the straight knife she had plunged into her body flying.

Melantha only had time to flip the blade in mid-air and hold it in front of her.

Then came the sound of metal clashing.

Ding!

The gauntlet collided with the blade, and Melantha's body flew backward again, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"call..."

Fortunately, Melantha was prepared and absorbed most of the force during the attack, giving her a chance to stand up.

Just as Melantha raised her eyes, intending to catch a glimpse of the warrior again, she saw a fist growing larger and larger in front of her.

Melantha's pupils suddenly contracted, and she instinctively shifted her body to the side.

With a slight push of her feet, Melantha leaped a short distance close to the ground, gliding around the warrior's side before launching another decisive attack.

Since the warrior's right hand has already been crippled, he shouldn't let this great opportunity slip by.

After her battle with the expert, Melantha felt that her control over her body and her swordsmanship had improved.

In the past, she only attacked relentlessly, believing that as long as the attack was fierce enough, the enemy would not have a chance to counterattack, and she would not need to defend or dodge.

But after battling with the experts, Melantha realized something.

Offense itself is not a concept that can be encompassed by a single swing of a sword; it includes a variety of information such as movement and dodging, as well as the situation on the battlefield.

Only by striking at the right time can one be calm and effective.

Therefore, this warrior became Melantha's first victim in honing her combat skills.

In the midst of endless death, Melantha unconsciously combined her ferocious offensive style with effective and elegant movement techniques.

She could also detect a hint of expert evasion in such a fierce opponent.

And after dodging, seize the momentary opening to launch a counterattack.

Just like it is now.

The arm, hanging limply at its sides, became the first part to be completely severed from the body before Melantha's blade.

With a gush of blood, an entire arm was severed from the soldier's body and fell to the ground.

Melantha, however, continued to change her position before the warriors could react.

They then launched a fierce attack.