Ark of the Immortal

"Maria?!"

Even the undead were briefly shocked.

She had obviously never seen the ancient gods perform miracles, and she had never heard of it before, but the immortal man had just told it about it himself!

How did she do it? !

"Maria?! How did you do that?!"

Zofia nervously pulled over Maria and took her hand that was holding the portable staff.

"If you use it like this, Aunt Zofia...it hurts!"

"Call me sister!"

Zofia tapped Maria on the little head. As long as it was not a formal occasion, she would rather have Maria call her sister. After all, the age gap between the two is actually not that big.

"Okay, sister Zofia."

Maria blinked aggrievedly.

She looked at the faint light in her hand and felt that her body was slowly recovering its strength.

The area that was swollen yesterday is also experiencing slight itching.

It was the congestion that could not be repaired by his own Origin Stone skills, and it was gradually being resolved.

Although the effectiveness is not one-tenth that of the undead, it is indeed recovering slowly.

"Sister Zofia! What the teacher said is true! As long as you believe it, you can use it!"

Maria raised the light in her hand like a beloved toy.

Zofia stared blankly at the light in Maria's hand. She glanced down at her own hand and held the sword hilt inlaid with the Origin Stone. She held it in for a long time but nothing came out.

I can not accept!

"Maria, stop."

The undead man watched Maria wave the light in her hand, and he asked Maria to disperse the miracle.

After the light in Maria's hand dissipated, the undead man came to Maria, squatted down, and stared at her face.

Isn't she the apprentice that I can't remember when I took him on? !

"Teacher? What's wrong?"

Maria asked curiously.

"Tell me, Maria. Why did you use a miracle?"

The immortal was also very curious. Maria shouldn't have seen this miracle before. How did she use it?

"It's the same as what the teacher said?"

Maria blinked and said.

"I saw the teacher using it, so I believed it existed. So I used it?"

"..."

The undead fell silent.

Just as Maria was about to say something else, Maria in front of him yawned, and her face fell in just a few seconds.

"Teacher...I'm so sleepy..."

The undead man quickly asked Zofia to come over.

The moment Zofia hugged Maria, Maria's eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

"What's up with her?"

Zofia asked the undead nervously.

"It's just that the mental strength is not enough."

The immortal comforts Zofia.

After all, Maria had just used the familiar Origin Stone skills to recover herself after a whole morning of sparring.

Now the miracle is used again, even if it is just an ordinary skill. For a child, the burden is never small.

"Just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

Zofia breathed a sigh of relief. She simply sat on the ground and let Maria rest on her thigh.

The undead man stood up and looked down at the sleeping Maria.

He was using his few memories to find the reason, but he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

"It shouldn't be..."

The undead muttered to himself.

But he ignored one possibility.

If you have witnessed ancient gods performing miracles with your own eyes. Even ordinary believers can reproduce this spell in a very short period of time.

And Maria is actually a devout believer.

She believed in her teacher and all the skills she taught her.

It was precisely because of this that she was able to persist in the first day of training, dragging her body with scars, and come over the next day to continue training with the undead.

It is only a devout believer like her who can engrave the miracle itself in his mind when he sees the gods performing miracles.

The undead ignored one more fact.

The conditions for using a miracle, in addition to keeping in mind the story itself, also require the corresponding casting medium.

But just as the undead man stretched out his hand, light appeared out of thin air.

His hands were empty.

To perform miracles without relying on a medium is an authority that only ancient gods can possess.

This is what declares a fact.

Those ancient legends and beliefs are being resurrected as the unknown heroes are awakened.

Their location is located in the original fire where only the seeds are left.

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At this time, on an island far away on the mainland of Terra, the apprentices there were also practicing their combat abilities.

"Come again!"

The brown-haired ghost woman shouted, swung the straight knife in her hand, and launched an offensive against the Felin girl in front of her.

Ding ding ding!

The two men's straight knives collided continuously in the air, making fierce sounds.

At this moment, the members of the same group who were receiving instruction from the instructor gathered together and whispered.

"Why do I feel that instructor Yadao is starting to take things seriously?"

The girl with long flaxen hair that was slightly more purple said quietly to another pink-haired team member beside her.

"Look, Ansel. When instructor Ye Dao trained Xiaomei, he attacked with such frequency!"

Ansel also stared closely at the two people in the field, his red pupils always looking between their blades.

As a doctor, the child known as Ansel was naturally able to see where the two were attacking each other.

The delicate face rarely revealed seriousness.

Ansel could see that the two people attacked each other at almost all places where they could be killed with one blow, such as the head, chest, and flanks.

If Ansel were to go in on his own, he knew that he would never survive such a violent attack for even half a minute.

But now, the two players on the court have been attacking each other for nearly five minutes.

Of course, this was because Instructor Yatori controlled his own strength and trained Melanza.

But this still makes people shocked by Melanza's skills.

The overly good-looking boy finally opened his mouth and said in agreement.

"Indeed. But Katie, you should be able to block it, right?"

Yes, Ansel's gender is male.

Although you can't see it at all.

Ansel looked at the other two male team members beside him and couldn't help but ask.

"Undercher, Stewart. If you are forced to face Melanza's attack, do you have any way to escape?"

Wolper, known as Stewart, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"No."

As a warlock who was trained together, although he also received anti-rush training, the intensity of the training was not as intense as Melanza's. At most, he only learned some dodge skills and corresponding positions.

And the other Sakota is Undercher. After touching his chin and thinking for a while, he shook his head solemnly.

"Without the help of my companions, it would still be too difficult for me to escape from such an attacker."

They are not only watching the practice, but also trying to find their own coping methods from the practice of their peers.

This is the task given to them by Instructor Dubin, and they also subconsciously understand the characteristics of their companions.

Ding ding ding!

The frequent and harsh clashing sounds of swords constantly irritated the eardrums of those around them.

Melanza's breathing rate was still increasing, but the strength of her swing of the straight knife was gradually weakening.

Just now, I could occasionally find opportunities to counterattack the offensive of Instructor Night Knife.

But it was already four minutes, four minutes of fast break, and Melanza's physical strength could not support it after all.

"stop!"

Ye Dao also noticed that Melanza's condition was declining.

While shouting stop, she caught Melantha's stabbing again, stretched out her left hand along the blade, clasped Melantha's wrist, and snatched Melantha's straight blade.

"Ha...ha...ha um...it's over?"

Melanza gasped for air, and the purple cat ears on her head drooped little by little with her breathing.

"Phew...yeah, it's over."

The ghost clan instructor, known as Night Knife, breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his breathing within an extreme amount of time. Then he handed the stolen straight blade back to Melanza.

"Melanza, you have made rapid progress. If it were not for the limitation of physical strength, your strength would have reached the level of a formal operator."

Melanza took the straight blade handed over by Ye Dao and put the straight blade back into the sheath on her waist.

Her right hand was about to lose strength, but instructor Yadao's physical strength was still at a considerable level.

This is the gap.

"Thank...thank you, instructor."

Melanza's head was a little dizzy. She was really forcing herself to keep up with the rhythm of instructor Yadao.

Ye Dao helped Melanza sit down next to him, then turned to look at the four people who were whispering in the corner.

"Kati!"

"Ah! Here we come!"

The pink-haired girl was still talking to her companions about how to crack Melanza's surprise attack. She was startled when she heard the instructor's voice. She quickly straightened up and responded to the instructor's call.

"It's your turn next!"

Ya Dao once again held the straight knife in his right hand.

"yes!"

...

Melanza wore the changed clothes and rubbed the wet hair on her head with a towel.