Ark of the Immortal

The hammer flew away.

Markham's eyes were dull, and his body's balance was directly broken by this block.

The undead man seized the opportunity, stepped forward, aimed at Markham's heart, and stabbed out with his sword!

"Don't kill anyone!!"

Someone yelled, causing the undead to react. This was just a sparring match.

So the long sword in his hand shifted downwards.

laugh!

The straight sword made of fine steel has a strong force and can penetrate the armor directly from the convex surface on the lower abdomen of the light armor!

The broken armor also exploded into pieces, revealing gaps, and the long sword was inserted diagonally into Markham's abdomen.

The undead man glanced back. Kos's mouth was still open, dazed just before he shouted.

He just shouted out subconsciously, but Kos didn't expect that the battle would end so quickly.

Who the hell would try to deflect the force of a war hammer when faced with it? !

Warhammer is inherently powerful and heavy, if you don't choose to avoid it or defend it with a professional posture. If it hits the shield, the arm may be sprained or directly fractured.

Also, how did he pierce the light armor with a long sword? !

That's fucking light armor made of alloy! It’s not like it’s made of tofu!

Pierced with a sword, is this something a human can do? !

In the crowd, the undead man raised his foot, stepped on the chest of the half-kneeling Markum, pulled out his straight sword, and watched Markum fall backwards.

If it weren't for Kos, the sword just now would have passed through his heart.

Kos finally regained his composure.

"Medical! Where are the medics?! Someone's injured!"

Staff members in medical uniforms pushed through the crowd and gathered around Markham to check the injury.

The undead man glanced at the knight who had lost his weapon. Markham was still lying on the ground in a daze.

He looked away and walked towards Kos.

Kos looked at the undead man, and he always felt that the next sentence of the down-and-out knight coming over was.

That's it?

25. Money Tree Knight

"that's it."

"Two bottles of water, two packs of biscuits, and a pack of Longmentai cigarettes, a total of..."

"Two more lottery tickets, the version for the knight race."

"Okay, here are two. The total is seventy-three Longmen coins. Thank you for your patronage!"

Kos walked out of the grocery store with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the crowds of people on the street, hooked the fingers of his right hand on a plastic bag containing water and biscuits, then used his left hand to protect the lighter in his right hand, and lit the cigarette in his mouth .

While smoking, he looked around at the people passing by on the street, and then looked up at the aerostat floating in the sky.

The big screen on the aerostat was playing the latest game in the West Region.

In the picture, a knight in silver-white armor used the shield in his hand to easily resist the opponent's powerful and heavy sword.

When the opponent was about to retreat, he took a step forward and struck the opponent in the face with the shield of his left hand.

With this strike, the opponent was knocked unconscious. Then he took another step and cut the armor on the opponent's arm with a sword. The sword blade made an incision on the wrist.

Then he hit the giant sword hard with the shield in his hand, and the giant sword in his opponent's hand flew out and fell to the ground.

And he stabbed his opponent in the throat with a sudden thrust.

The tip of the sword hovered on the opponent's chin, announcing the victory of the match.

The opponent was a high-level knight who had climbed up from the Western Region competition step by step. In the previous two knight competitions, he smashed several opponents' arms with a giant sword and broke their arms, and used brute force to fight his way through.

The best result was the top 32 ranking in last year's Cavaliers Competition.

But the game being played now took only ten seconds from start to finish.

This also adds to the eight seconds that the mysterious knight resisted the giant sword. It only took two seconds to kill a top 32 competition knight.

And he is the mysterious knight who has risen recently.

The knight seemed to appear out of nowhere. No parentage could be found, and no other proof of identity could be found.

Selected from local competition in East End. Then, we can obtain inter-district quotas and participate in all competitions in the West, North, and South districts.

Neither the ancient knight family nor the new professional knight training team can pass this level.

He is like the knight in Casimir's legend. No matter what type of enemy he faces, he can win with the sword and shield in his hands.

Codenamed "The Immortal", no one knows his real name, and no one knows what kind of face he looks like under that mask.

All he knew was that the company that supported him was Chengjin, a knight training company from the East District.

After every victory, the audience cheered in the audience.

As for this mysterious knight, it was as if he was not the winner. He did not say a word, and did not make any body movements to cheer for victory. He simply walked out of the arena.

Some people suspect that he is a robot, created to replace human existence.

Some people also suspected that he was a knight who was secretly trained by Chengjin Company since he was a child. He used various illegal drugs, which made him lose his emotions, unable to communicate with others, and even unable to speak. He only knew how to fight.

But they all guessed wrong. Only the employees who had seen the undead in the training ground on the third floor of Chengjin Company that day knew it.

He is actually a human being, he just has a weird temper.

They saw with their own eyes that the undead and Kos said a few words, and Kos nodded to show that he heard it.

But only Kos himself knew that during this period, the knight only said these two sentences to him.

One sentence is.

"Where do I live?"

Another sentence is.

"Don't forget, firewood."

Kos stood on the street corner, staring blankly at the screen played by the aerospace boat above his head. He didn't even have time to take a puff of the cigarette in his hand.

"What the hell!?"

The cigarette burned his fingers, and Kos couldn't help shouting because he was so hot, before he reacted and threw away the cigarette butt.

After stepping on two cigarette butts, Kos picked them up and threw them into the trash can next to him. He walked towards the parking lot.

Fran, who was sitting in the car, threw another toffee into his mouth.

The driver's seat was pulled open and Kos got in.

"Here, it's yours."

Kos threw a lottery ticket to Fran.

Fran took it and glanced at the numbers.

"6456? This number is quite auspicious."

"It's really auspicious. I hope this luck will continue until the day of the lottery draw."

Kos put his lottery ticket into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He had never bought lottery tickets before. He always thought this thing was a scam by those capitalists.

Until just now, he passed by a lottery shop and bought a lottery ticket on a whim, and by the way, he saved one for Fran.

"Why did you suddenly think of buying a lottery ticket?"

Fran asked curiously and took the water and biscuits handed over by Kos.

"..."

Kos was silent for a moment and glanced at Fran.

"Test your luck while that old man wins the Class B game in District 4."

"Huh? You believe this too?"

Fran laughed twice, tore open the cookie package and took a bite.

"Hmm... But, what you said is true... um... These biscuits taste good, don't they?"

To be honest, Cos wanted to buy a lottery ticket this time entirely because of the immortality.

He began to wonder if he had overdrawn his luck in the rest of his life, allowing him to meet the undead at this time.

The Immortal performed so well on the third floor of the company that the boss, who was watching the test on the second floor, directly signed the Immortal and even gave him a single-family villa in the West District as a residence.

Next door is Markham, the unlucky guy who was stabbed through the side by the undead sword.

I heard that two holes were pierced in his stomach, but luckily there was nothing in his stomach at that time.

The treatment was timely, and he just lay in bed for a few days. He was discharged from the hospital after his body improved slightly.

But this has nothing to do with death.

In the past two weeks, he participated in about seven games here and there, and won the championship without exception.

There are even dedicated critics who have begun to pay attention to this mysterious knight who rose from the bottom.

From the "precious scenes" in which he ends the battle in just one or two seconds, a conclusion can be drawn.

If he participates in the triennial Casimir Knights Competition, he will be at least a top 16 player, and most likely a knight within the top eight.

This also caused the value of the undead to skyrocket.

By the way, Kos and Fran have now become retinue knights responsible for dealing with the daily life of the undead.

Their wages increased fivefold, and the company even provided them with special cars.

Kos felt like he was in a dream, having easily doubled his salary so many times.

The key is that the immortals are usually neither noisy nor noisy. Unlike other knights, who started to live in debauchery and spend their private lives as soon as they became famous.

Cos is responsible for the most important thing in the daily life of the undead, which is actually going to the firewood market once a week.

Yes, go to the firewood market, buy the best firewood, and then send it to the undead in a special car.

To be honest, this may be the best-paid firewood, and it also has a special car to pick it up.

"What are we going to do now?"

Fran took a sip of water and asked Kos.

"Go find our cash cow knight."

Kos adjusted his posture on his seat, fastened his seat belt, and lit the ignition.

"Someone wanted to invite him to a private party, and the price was high."

"How many?"

"One million Longmen coins."

"puff!"

Fran was drinking water, and a squirt of water squirted on the windshield in front, mixed with a little biscuit crumbs.

Kos, who had just started the ignition and stepped on the accelerator, also subconsciously stepped on the brakes heavily.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I...I was just scared..."

Fran shakily took a few pieces of paper from the side and began to clean the windshield.

"No, one million! One million! Just to meet him?"

Fran felt that his world view had been subverted. Would anyone really bid so much? ! He had never seen so much money in his life.

Markham, one of the few knights the company focuses on training, has an annual salary of only half a million.