Ark Undead

Although the current situation was beyond his expectations, Theresis's authority as the spokesperson for the Abyss could not be trampled on in this way.

He can be subservient to someone and avoid direct confrontation.

They can also use despicable means to achieve their goals, and the lives of others are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

But that doesn’t mean that just anyone can stand in front of him like a “brave warrior” and recklessly demand his life.

Moreover, he already had close ties with the gods of the abyss, and their deals gave Theresis the power to look down on all Terran creatures except the undead.

He was simply unwilling to face the man with the first flame, not because he was afraid of battle.

“Those rabble who are unwilling to face me directly can become the stones under your feet and stand before me. I should praise you for that, but…”

Melantha stood beneath the throne, before Theresis, as the ignorant child tried to tear off the crown from his head and stomp on it.

"Who gave you the audacity to spout such nonsense in front of me?!"

As Therese's voice grew increasingly somber, the shadow behind him also rose with displeasure.

In the blink of an eye, black mist nearly filled the entire palace.

And it was within the deep black fog that the hidden killing intent had just begun to bare its fangs.

Melantha's eyes caught sight of the assassins emerging from the shadows, their blades appearing as white as snow to her.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of two steel clashing echoed through the palace.

Ding!Ding!

The dark black dagger was thrust out at a tricky angle, but it was intercepted by a slender straight blade before it could reach its target.

The blade, which appeared to be only about two centimeters long, precisely blocked the path of the dagger, while the hand holding the straight knife remained as steady as a mountain.

It's hard to imagine that such a seemingly frail girl could possess such strength. She could probably even easily block the giant curved sword of Knight Harland.

Having failed in their first attack, the two assassins who emerged from the shadows immediately attempted to disappear back into the black mist.

Just as they were about to put the black curtain back on, a sharp glint of a blade flashed before their eyes.

Immediately following was an uncontrollable burning sensation that began to spread throughout the body from where the blade had slashed.

too fast.

This slash was an almost instinctive strike by Melantha after she had blocked two attacks from daggers.

It was already incredible enough that they could intercept two dagger attacks simultaneously, one from the front and one from the back.

Not to mention, after defending, he immediately launched a counterattack, and the blade effortlessly connected the two enemies' weak points as if they were connected by a single line.

But that was clearly a huge arc of up to 180 degrees.

As the two assassins, burning with agonizing pain, tried to catch a glimpse of Melantha once more, the straight knife in her hand had already fallen back to her side.

But that burning flame, even the curtain of the abyss could not stop it from crossing to the other side.

The figure that had stepped out of the abyss nest from a distance using the black mist was instantly covered by flames on both sides of its body.

The Abyss Nest also sensed this enormous threat.

Originally, half of their bodies were already in the shadows, but they were quickly spat out by the Abyss Nest.

I was afraid of being touched by that bright flame again.

As the two corpses fell limply, the flames had burned away the viscous liquid on their outer layer, leaving only two daggers lying on the ground with a crisp sound.

Therese saw that his attack had failed, and he hadn't even had a chance to make the girl panic.

His gaze remained fixed on the blade in Melantha's hand.

"Didn't he give you the fire?"

This time, Therese was somewhat taken aback.

I originally thought that a little girl like this could have any real strength.

Even if one were to take the Primordial Flame and burn it at the cost of their own life to unleash their potential, it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

But the flames embraced her gently, just as they crown the undead.

"This is the Primordial Flame?! You've been acknowledged by the Primordial Flame!"

It was only now that Therese realized the seriousness of the problem.

She stood before him, and not many were willing to die for her, to become souls lost in the tide of Theresis's demons.

Instead, she used her own strength to break through the encirclement of the abyssal insects step by step and smash open the palace gates.

However, how could the First Flame simultaneously grant two people the authority to be recognized?!

There should only be one King of Fire from the very beginning!

"No...that's impossible. The First Flame will only be granted to one guardian it recognizes. What exactly are you...?"

Therese stared at the girl in front of him, his mind racing.

In that instant, countless guesses flashed through his mind, but he rejected them all himself.

That was the First Flame. The Abyss's reaction to fear couldn't be faked; it had howled in agony as the First Flame burned, and the warning from the Abyss's Blessing was a tangible reminder that stung his skin.

Could it be that the immortal has already...?!

Melanza didn't give him any chance at all.

Just as Theresis was still sitting firmly on his throne, maintaining his so-called kingly demeanor, the space was already torn apart by the dazzling flames.

Therese's pupils contracted sharply as a beautifully engraved greatsword materialized in his hand and stood in front of him.

Ding!

The blade left a clearly visible stab mark on the sword. Theresis gripped the hilt firmly, blocking Melantha's sudden attack.

He was about to exert his strength to force Melantha back, but Melantha's speed exceeded his expectations.

The blade that was originally pressed against the sword had been retracted at some point, and the bright flames and the blade were torn into afterimages by the extreme speed.

Only the sharp sound of air being torn apart reminded Theresis that the next strike was imminent.

The clanging of steel echoed throughout the vast palace.

It was no longer possible to distinguish between the girl and the man.

All that remained were dazzling, intertwined, and leaping shadows.

The intense, almost overwhelming sound became the dominant melody in the palace.

The impact of their first formal clash had already cracked several marks on the throne beneath Theresis.

Melantha's terrifying slashing speed, and the power that was completely disproportionate to her size, were fully displayed in her overwhelming offensive techniques.

This is the answer to her mastering the mechanics of wielding a sword.

From the moment Melantha met the Undead, the Undead had told her this.

The essence of combat is to find ways to kill the enemy.

Wielding weapons is the best means of doing so.

Even in a direct attack, as long as the skill and strength are sufficient to crush all schemes and tricks, the enemy will have no choice but to respond in a direct manner.

Melantha etched these words into her heart.

Her slashing technique, from the moment she encountered the undead, has been a daily training regimen that has never stopped for decades.

It was just a simple slash, but through meticulous training, it was tempered and refined by her will and dedication.

Now, even the simplest swing of her sword is imbued with the conviction to sever everything, driving the power of her entire body.

This is Melanie's unwavering dedication.

This is precisely the fundamental reason why she was able to suppress Theresis.

Theresis had no choice but to take Melantha's slash head-on.

Because it was fast, so fast that Theresis wasn't confident she could dodge it.

Flames spread across the blade, only to be torn into sparks by the extreme speed. The sparks swirled, leaving sword marks on the greatsword in Theresis's hand.

Even weapons forged from the hardest materials in the abyss cannot help but groan under the relentless attacks of those who inherit the flame.

Despite the fact that the throne supporting Theresis has already developed several cracks, which are even getting worse and are showing signs of collapse.

But Theresis still managed to completely block every single one of Melantha's slashes.

Moreover, he was sitting on the throne.

“I acknowledge your exquisite combat skills and the power you possess.”

Therese said this slowly and deliberately.

The sound was extremely penetrating, even amidst the sharp clanging of steel.

"Since you truly possess power worthy of my acknowledgment, and are prepared to kill me, then I have no choice but to show you..."

Melanie immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The fact that Therese could still speak even under her own attacks meant that she hadn't been forced to use her full strength at all.

"My claim to the throne has never been based on my schemes."

As Theresis was speaking, Melantha's pupils suddenly contracted.

She suddenly held the straight knife horizontally in front of her.

boom!

With tremendous force, it crashed down, like a falling meteor, onto the blade in Melantha's hand.

The terrifying impact sent Melantha's body flying from in front of the throne, crashing into the supporting pillar behind her.

The girl's body crashed into one of the supporting pillars, and the rubble and her body rolled down the ground together.

Melantha scrambled to her feet with lightning speed, adjusted her posture, and looked at Therese again.

"A very good offensive stance, with a very aggressive gaze. If I had a successor like you, I would be very proud of you."

Therese nodded approvingly, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

"But that's impossible."