Ark Undead

Maria always had complete trust in her teacher, believing that he was right.

She believed that the teacher became a competitive knight not for ordinary and simple benefits.

As a teacher, the Undead firmly believes that she has an obligation to let her disciples know what the justice and glory she pursues and yearns for truly are.

The immortal's tone carried an unyielding resolve.

He spoke almost word by word, yet unintentionally, his words were all the more powerful and moving.

"Honor has been tainted by the despicable. Knighthood has been obscured by self-interest. This should not be the case."

Just as Maria's sister, Margaret, said to her before being forced to leave her homeland:

A knight is a noble being who illuminates the entire earth.

The immortal also has his own insights, and he wants to show these insights to his disciple so that she will remember them.

"Knight, defy despair, shatter your chains, and dispel the darkness."

"Extend a helping hand to those in distress. Hold fast to your beliefs and never waver."

"You are the burner of despair. You are the preacher of hope."

He spoke softly, engraving his words into young and noble hearts.

"You shall be the lightning. You shall be the sun."

This is not only about the honor Maria desires, but also a comprehensive explanation of the faith she has learned from following the Undead.

"Got it?"

The blonde Kuranta looked at her teacher, who was about to leave, and choked up as she spoke.

"Teacher, I've got it!"

The immortal exclaimed with satisfaction.

"very good."

He raised his eyes and looked at the door behind little Maria.

After that, a vast army of knights awaited him.

That is the hostility born from the darkness of interests and money.

As long as they are around, and as long as the business alliance continues to act with impunity, there will never be a day when independent knights rise to the occasion.

The Undead, in this struggle for interests, play the role of independent knights who abandon self-interest.

Neither side wants an independent knight like the Undead to exist. As long as he exists, as long as he openly opposes the Business Alliance, he is an enemy of the Business Alliance!

But the immortal will not retreat, for this is not what he desires.

The battle-hardened knight, stained with blood, rose and stepped toward the door.

No one could suppress his rise, nor could anyone stop his departure.

Just like the rising and setting of the sun, it never stops.

The knight departed from his disciples and friends, walking towards the enemies who would try to stop him, amidst their worried gazes.

The female knight had already seen the undead, but she had already seen the answer in Zofia's solemn eyes.

Li sighed softly; he had still chosen the most difficult path.

Gravel was also present when the master asked Bloodthorn to pass on a message.

After Bloodthorn took his leave, the master remained silent for a long time. It seems that the master had already foreseen the Undead's final choice at that time.

Since he chose to come, there's no reason for him to compromise.

"let's go."

Gravel sheathed his dagger and whispered to his companion beside him.

He did not agree.

"But!"

The young knight beside him wanted to say something; he was originally supposed to be one of the spectators.

As a fan of Undead, he bought tickets four days ago specifically for Undead's match.

Now that the Undead have made such a choice, how can the Knights of Conquest not worry about him?

"This is his choice."

Gravel said.

"We can't cause the master any more trouble."

When the Undead chose to ignore the Knights Guild, Gravel and his companions no longer had any reason to protect them.

The knight-errant remained silent and sheathed his spear.

The knights belonging to the Conqueror Knights also put away their weapons and took a step back in unison.

As the silent knight passed by these conquering knights, they all bowed their heads slightly to him.

Everyone knew that today they might witness the fall of a titled knight who had not yet received his official title. But in this struggle, they would not make a choice.

Because they no longer belong to individuals; they belong to Kazimir.

But this did not prevent them from paying tribute to the knight before them who was determined to uphold his ideals.

The despicable followers also witnessed this scene, but to them it appeared to be a completely different picture.

"He's out! He's out!"

"What should we do? Should we just go up?"

"This guy dares to show his face? Go grab him!"

The inspectors, lined up in formation, were bustling about; they had long heard of the knight they were to arrest today.

They may not be a match for each other when fighting alone, but when they come together, they become a force to be reckoned with.

The team leader remained silent; if he weren't bound by the business alliance, he wouldn't have been able to make such a decision.

He pulled down his mask and raised the longsword in his hand.

"All personnel, listen to my command!"

The soldiers behind him immediately fell silent and gripped their weapons tightly.

"The target is the thugs who killed more than a dozen citizens of Kazimir! Not honorable knights!"

The team leader spoke in a firm tone, but lacked confidence.

"So, even though he's the Major champion, don't be afraid! We're doing this for Casimir!"

This country had already smoothed out the rough edges he once had as an independent knight more than a decade ago.

Now, I have become a parasite under the business alliance, gnawing away at the few remaining glories of Kazimierz.

"Undead! You have one last chance! Lay down your weapon, and the Knights' Guild will accept your surrender!"

The woodworms opened their filthy mouthparts and aimed at the radiant sun.

"Otherwise, we will arrest you on behalf of Kazimir! Regardless of whether you live or die!"

The immortal stretched out his right hand, gripped the longsword at his waist, and pulled it out forcefully.

bass!

A sharp blade is drawn from its sheath.

The team leader was speechless; the Undead completely ignored his presence.

A strange rage surged within him, and he snorted coldly, pointing his longsword at the sword-and-shield knight.

"catch him!"

"Charge!"

So the despicable ones set out together, their meaningless shouts emboldening them.

Countless swords were aimed at the undead in the open space, and crossbow bolts were fired at the knight, aiming to pierce his flesh and tear apart the foundation of his actions.

This wasn't an arrest; it was a premeditated murder.

It is a trap set by the despicable for the noble knight, aiming to destroy even his spirit!

In the distance, the rooftop of the Business Alliance headquarters building.

The panoramic view from here, overlooking the entire Great Knight Territory, is a privilege reserved exclusively for the Commercial Alliance. Just as they envisioned, they would control the whole of Kazimir.

The old man squinted as he watched the scene he had designed on the screen in front of him.

"I initially thought your approach wasn't ruthless enough and might not be effective. But I didn't expect him to actually take the bait."

A one-eyed old man next to him smiled sinisterly and said...

"The car isn't of much use to a knight like him. But you've managed to provoke his anger with this move."

The white-haired old man stared at the screen as he faced the surging tide of knights, a hint of smugness in his smile.

“If he doesn’t try to get revenge, then have someone provoke him again. If he can really endure it, then let him keep enduring it until his temper completely disappears.”

He waved his hand and said casually.

“Even if he gets away with it, his friends, his apprentices, his former superiors—one by one, they’ll disappear from his sight. I don’t believe he can tolerate that. As long as he makes a move, we have ways to get the Knights Association to his side.”

This was their plan from the very beginning.

Such despicable methods, like mud, are meant to tarnish nobility and drag him down into the abyss, leaving him to sink into oblivion amidst his own smugness and laughter.

If something is unattainable, it will surely be destroyed. This is because beauty is so glaringly obvious to the despicable.

The sword and shield knight raised his longsword and braced his shield with his left hand.

Lightning flashed on the blade, so bright it was blinding.

That is a miracle that has been passed down since the time of the ancient gods.

Legend has it that swordsmen who hunt dragons would cover their blades with lightning in order to pierce through the hard scales.

Miracle (Thunder Sword)