Ark Undead

Of course, the most important thing is not the championship itself, but the naming rights, advertising, and countless other promotional opportunities and activities associated with it.

No matter who you are, in this business alliance, you all become a tool for making money, without exception!

And any attempt by them to jump up and down is futile.

"Respect to Kazimir."

The two cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

They exchanged a glance, their faces beaming with smiles, as if they already knew how it would end.

Boom!

But at that moment, a thunderclap exploded!

The wine glasses in everyone's hands fell to the ground, and they were so frightened that they let go of them.

Those whose hearts are tainted are not qualified to lift the wine of victory.

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?!"

They cried out in alarm.

But outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly, without a trace of gathering dark clouds.

No one noticed that the sunlight streaming through the narrow window had almost solidified into a tangible form at that moment.

It aims to cast its gaze and sweep away the filth of the world.

"what!!"

The servant cried out in alarm, pointing to the image on the screen.

"Him!! He!!"

So everyone turned their corrupt gaze toward the screen, toward the hero who should have been killed.

Lightning flashed and flames rose from the void.

The radiance cast by the sun will burn away the vile ones who dare to approach those whom He favors.

The weapon embedded in the wound crumbled away bit by bit, as if its very essence had been worn away.

Flesh and blood regenerated in an instant, and flames and brilliance ignited from the nameless hero.

The immortal knelt on both knees, staring blankly at the ground.

According to the oath of the ancient warriors, a figure shining like gold appeared before the suffering.

The great hero left behind the legend of the Sun Warriors, but their original existence has vanished into the long river of time.

But no one knows that the great feat that even the sun could not accomplish was achieved by using the body of a great hero as fuel to continue the world's glory.

Time may pass, but the blazing sun remains forever.

He brought fire to burn away the difficulties ahead!

He summoned thunder and lightning to illuminate the endless night!

He has come to help those he cherishes!

Just like the prophecy passed down from ancient times

"But if an unknown hero casts down his sword and shield, it is like a golden sun rising from the flames."

"That is not the flame itself, but the broken past buried and eroded by the wind and sand of the journey."

"Fire and lightning are raised high to wash away the filth that defiles the noble with blood."

"He will fight again and again, and he will win again and again."

Today, a blockade spanning the river of time.

The boundless phantom originating from the broken past reappears in the new generation!

The great hero extended his right hand to the nameless hero kneeling on the ground.

"Why do you look so disheartened? Don't be as lazy as that Oscar guy. Break time is over, old friend."

He chuckled softly and spoke in a voice as warm as the sun.

"It's time for battle!"

57. Praise the Sun! Seven Thousand

"Hey! Hey!! Wake up!"

The immortal opened his eyes.

The sky was as dark as night, and the surrounding environment was like the bottom of an abyss.

He looked up blankly; the sky was pitch black, there was nothing there, as if someone had covered the sky with a black cloth.

But in this darkness, there was a small campfire.

An old longsword was stuck in the campfire, sparks flying from the flames.

He propped himself up from the ground, his armor clanging and clattering—not the crisp sound of steel clashing, but like the friction of hard carapace against scales.

"If I didn't know you would never give up at this point, I would have thought you were about to turn into a zombie."

A voice came from beside him. The Undead looked over and saw a man wearing chainmail.

Golden hair covered his resolute face, which was sculpted like a sword.

He held a simple longsword in his hand and was wiping it with a cloth.

And beside him was the same sun pattern as the one on his chest.

That was the sun he painted himself, as simple as his equipment.

An ordinary longsword, an ordinary iron round shield, and ordinary chainmail armor.

"What's wrong? Are you still recovering from just waking up? Why are you staring at me like that?"

The man looked at the immortal, and the smile on his face instantly calmed the immortal's emotions.

"I'm just a little tired."

The immortal rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"So, when did you arrive?"

The immortal doesn't need to rest, but he paused temporarily at the entrance to the finish line.

He made a pact with his friends to share the heavy responsibility with them.

"Thanks to you, I was able to set off shortly after you left."

The Sun Warrior seemed very satisfied with his longsword, wiping it with a cloth several times and examining it repeatedly.

"Do you think I should draw a sun on my sword too?"

"Um...I don't know."

The immortal paused for a moment, then asked instinctively.

"You still believe in the sun?"

The friend before me, on the journey of the immortals to their end, saw the true form of what he had always believed in.

He traveled throughout the entire continent of Lordland in search of the true sun.

But what he saw caused his faith to crumble in an instant.

Those long-rigid sun worms, leaving only meaningless shells, reveal their true form to the worshippers who come to pay homage.

He laid down his sword, threw away his shield, and cried out loudly before his faith.

The undead stood silently behind him for a long time, until the man quieted down a little.

He took the initiative to do what he was supposed to do.

So the Undead took their swords and shields and set off towards the end of their journey.

The Undead thought that the Sun Knight would become depressed because of this.

But he still followed, meeting himself before the initial furnace.

"Oh, the sun..."

The Sun Warrior pondered for a long time before looking at the undead beside him.

"My friend, what is the sun in your mind?"

"sun?"

The Undead pondered for a moment, then looked up at the Sun Warrior beside him.

A thought struck him, and he said.

"The sun itself is probably just an object that emits light and heat. But the effects it has had have indeed helped many people. Perhaps the sun itself is not even aware of this."

His words brought a smile to the Sun Knight's face.

The Sun Knight reached out and patted the Undead on the shoulder, nodding in satisfaction.

"As expected of my dearest friend! This truly is the original meaning of the sun!"

As the knight who believed in the sun had already spoken of when the two first met.

The sun is enormous and full of heat.

It bestows heat, warming people and illuminating their path forward.

"Just like you said, the sun is simply a luminous and heat-generating object, so why should I cling to its empty shell?"

The Sun Knight shook the cloth and carefully put away the piece of cloth he had used to wipe and maintain his equipment.

"No matter what it originally looked like, it will always be the sun hanging in the sky. That's the kind of sun I'm searching for. Besides..."

The Sun Knight picked up his shield and looked at the sun he had drawn on it himself.

"Since we are believers in the sun, we must not be discouraged, don't you think?"

The immortal nodded and helped himself to his feet.