Ark Undead

To be precise, this is exactly what he wanted to see.

This is a game of strategy, a gamble.

It was his sisters who launched a duel against him at the cost of their lives.

They embarked on two different paths, with Theresis walking alone into the darkness.

He wanted to prove that his own methods were more suitable for the continuation of the Sarkaz.

Therefore, he would never resort to shallow and despicable means to achieve victory.

He wanted that person's followers to face profound despair after seeing the whole truth.

The Sarkaz are a race blessed by darkness.

Therefore, we should embrace the darkness.

Therese was so convinced of this.

417. The Giant Ship Arke

After searching the room for a while, the three of them finally gathered what they had found together and put it on the table in the middle.

"Let me tell you what I found first."

Greyhound threw the two books he was holding onto the table.

Both books had a special script on their covers that Greyhound and W could barely recognize.

"What... is this... writing?"

The immortal couldn't read the words in the book, and he cast a questioning look at the two of them.

"This is the original language of ancient Kazdel. In other words, it is a script that has been found so far only in various ruins and many special treasures."

Greyhound explained.

"This thing has already surpassed the development of civilization on the Terra continent itself. Some scholars have speculated that the existing Terra civilization was built on the remains of another huge civilization, and our excavation of that civilization has only just begun."

Greyhound is truly erudite and has an exceptional memory; in this respect, he's almost half as good as Kal'tsit or the Doctor.

"Kazdel is a country with a rich ancient culture. While many civilizations have developed various social systems, Kazdel still adheres to a monarchy. Simply put, one person holds supreme power. Moreover, no other institution or individual shares this power, making power extremely centralized."

"This is because Kazdel itself has been plagued by war for many years and has been unable to form a lasting unity. Someone has to step up and take the lead."

"Secondly, it's because many special ruins are always discovered within Kazdel, which record traces of the early history of other civilizations. They also contain many items that can grant people extraordinary powers."

Greyhound raised his right hand, and a crystal appeared in his palm.

"My Originium Arts don't actually look like this. They're actually a terrible ability called Mimicry."

"Simply put, it means I can conjure up the shape of anything in my hands. But it's just an empty shell, without any substance or aggression. It will dissipate when it touches anything. In fact, it needs light to illuminate it in order to make out its shape."

"However, I found a nearly weathered book in some ruins, which recorded a technique called crystallization magic."

"Through a short period of study, I have actually incorporated crystallization and crystalline properties into my Originium Arts. And this ability can be made even stronger through continuous training."

As Greyhound spoke, the crystal in his right hand kept changing shape, from a crystal sword at first, to a crystal shield, and finally covering his entire right arm, forming a crystal arm armor.

"The people of Kazdel are constantly searching for a more powerful source of strength. They then use this as an opportunity to begin realizing their ideals, and this is the root of Kazdel's suffering: struggle."

Greyhound waved his hand, and the crystal that had been gathered in his right hand dispersed.

"I've gone a bit off-topic, but I've covered most of what I wanted to say. In short, Kazdel's script is highly similar to ancient scripts. The civilization here has been almost uninterrupted, which is why Kazdel's script shares some similarities with ancient scripts."

Greyhound pointed to the books on the table.

"These two books are ancient books. Through the evolution of the writing system, I can roughly deduce that... at least ten thousand years have passed."

The Undead listened to the Greyhound speak without saying a word.

But in reality, he was already very surprised.

The crystal magic that Greyhound mentioned is precisely the area where the undead excel, and surprisingly, I hadn't noticed it before. Greyhound's abilities are indeed very similar to crystal magic.

However, due to some unknown characteristic, the appearance of Greyhound's crystal magic is vastly different from that of the Undead.

The time he mentioned was not far off from the time the Undead had guessed.

"These two books record some of the things that happened during that era, but I can't study them thoroughly. One of the books records a grand battle."

"This book calls this battle an epic battle. It is said that a hero from ancient times fought against a group of evil gods called the Children of the Abyss. In the end, the hero sacrificed his life to buy precious time for the people."

The greyhound continued to recount the clues it had found.

"And these things happened shortly before I wrote this book. As for the author's name, I really didn't know how to categorize it, and it didn't seem familiar at all, so I didn't pay attention to it."

Greyhound put down the book he was holding.

"In other words, this ship must have been from that era. After all, a ship that has the leisure to collect such things must be quite large, and its purpose is worth considering."

Greyhound glanced at the undead to the side and nodded slightly at him.

This means that Greyhound has revealed all his clues, and now no one should die.

The immortal shook his head.

"I couldn't find it."

Greyhound and W couldn't help but glance at the Undead.

This does indeed seem like they're just going through the motions, but there's nothing that can be done about it, since even immortals aren't omniscient or omnipotent.

"I don't recognize these characters."

"The immortal explained."

W could only wave his hand.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it then."

As he spoke, W pushed the things that were originally in front of him to the front.

She found an opened letter and a peculiar scroll.

"I found these two things while checking the control panel. They were right in the center of the control panel, and I felt they were related to the ship, so I took them. I didn't find anything else."

The greyhound curiously unrolled the scroll and spread it out in front of the three people.

This thing looks like a certificate, and the text on it is exactly what Greyhound calls Ancient Kazdel.

"Let me see...this should be a warrant."

Greyhound randomly found two heavy objects to weigh down the scroll, then pointed to a few characters on it.

"I can only recognize some of the words, but among them are the words captain, congratulations, and great responsibility. The one at the bottom should be the name."

The greyhound took another closer look, then shook its head.

"I really can't figure out the name, so I'll leave it for now. But based on the context and word order, there should be the name of the ship before the captain's name... Found it!"

Greyhound moved his finger to a very short word.

The word was only a few bytes long, and Greyhound slowly read it out using simple pinyin.

"A...Ark?"

Upon hearing the name, all three of them showed thoughtful expressions.

It was confirmed that the ship was named Alk. However, none of the three had any memories related to the ship.

Even someone as knowledgeable and with a prodigious memory as Greyhound couldn't find any information about the Arke ship in his memory.

"I can't figure it out; this ship must be incredibly old..."

Greyhound tapped its head with its hand, then looked at the Undead.

"We can only ask Kal'tsit after you wake up."

The Undead nodded; that was his plan too.

Then, everyone put the scroll away and looked at another letter.

Greyhound picked up the letter, pulled it out, and unfolded it in front of everyone.

There was only one sheet of paper, and the words on it were very few. But the strokes were beautiful, and even people like the Undead and W, who couldn't understand the meaning of the words, could appreciate their beauty.

Greyhound tried to read the letter, but his brow furrowed deeper and deeper until he could only put it down and shake his head at the two of them.

"I can't figure it out. I can only barely understand a few words. There's a throne, dedication, and fire."

With that, Greyhound handed the letter to the two of them.

"Take a look?"

"never mind."

The Undead shook his head; he couldn't understand it at all, it was a complete waste of time.

"Okay, then that's settled."

Greyhound casually tossed the papers onto the table, then prepared to ask the three about their next move.

Just then, the light source above the three people's heads began to dim, and the door to the navigation room behind them returned to its original state through a strange force.

As soon as the immortal turned around, he realized that his vision was gradually becoming blurry.

He subconsciously turned his head back to look at the greyhound and W beside him.

All that could be seen was the two people raising their hands and opening their mouths, as if they wanted to say something.

Then, it was completely plunged into darkness.

When the Undead opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar firelight in front of him.

He could still feel something pressing down on his hands.

Looking down, unsurprisingly, it was the Fire Girl.

The Fire Mage leaned against the Undead's arm and slept soundly.

He turned his head and looked down. The rain that had been pouring down was gradually lessening, and faint rays of light were shining through the clouds.

It was already daytime.

"Ash...Master?"