Ark of the Immortal

Of course, if traces of that person can be found from this information...

Pallas was not surprised at all by the immortal man's request.

"Okay, I can agree to this."

Pallas seems to have a lot of rights over the Heroic Temple of Jasenus.

But she was clearly just the high priest of Akroti, a border village.

"To be honest, I actually have some thoughts of my own, but..."

Pallas cheered up and smiled at the destined hero in front of him.

"I'm really happy that you agreed, thank you very much!"

The Immortal shook his head. This actually meant that the Immortal had taken advantage, but he didn't intend to settle it with Pallas.

After all, Pallas had all of Minos in mind. The goal of the undead is just to find things related to themselves.

And the encounter in Dayan made the immortal understand one thing deeply.

You cannot judge everything that happens based on your own experience.

Those Great Yan soldiers who sacrificed their lives were all respectable warriors. Even if their power is as small as an insect in the eyes of the undead.

No matter what the undead thought of the people of Terra today, they would not deny them the right to try to change themselves.

After having enough wine and food, Pallas picked up his favorite fruit lying next to him and chewed it slowly one bite at a time.

Eating itself is a very pleasurable thing.

Unfortunately, the immortal and Pallas are not the same kind of people, so the immortal is thinking about other things.

The problem of Pallas was solved, but the problem of the undead was not.

In particular, there was something between the two that made the undead very puzzled.

How did Pallas recognize himself?

Even if the undead man is a battle knight, even if the undead man already has enough fame.

Why did Pallas know the first time he saw the undead that his battle with the knight was related to the history Pallas told?

So asked the destined hero in armor.

"What did the oracle say?"

"ah?"

Pallas raised his eyes, still chewing the fruit he had just stuffed in his mouth.

"What oracle?"

"Just to tell you, I will meet you."

The Immortal did not remember meeting Pallas. When Pallas introduced himself before, he also said that this was the first time they met.

"Just...just...I just know..."

Pallas was thinking about it while talking, but after saying a few words, she immediately realized that there seemed to be something very unreasonable in it.

As a high priest, Pallas would certainly not regard power as everything to a person.

Frowning, Pallas began to think about it.

"Yes, why? Wait a moment..."

Logically speaking, there are very few images left by the undead in Casimir, and the appearance at that time has also changed a lot compared to now.

Not to mention that the weapons are all different. After being recast, the appearance of the undead armor has changed, and the color has also changed slightly.

After seeing the immortal, how did Pallas confirm that he was the destined hero mentioned in the oracle?

Can the so-called oracle still convey pictures?

"We haven't met before, right?"

But as soon as the immortal said these words, Pallas's movements paused temporarily.

Her eyes quickly lost their light, as if her own consciousness had also been taken away.

Muttering something in his mouth, Pallas's thoughts quickly lost their activity, and even the fingers holding the fruit gradually loosened their strength.

When the undead man saw this situation, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He grasped the hilt of the big sword that he had put aside.

"I've seen... nothing... wrong..."

Pallas's consciousness seemed to affirm the immortal's words. But at the same time, she seemed to express great doubts about the immortal man's words.

Was she denying that she had never seen the immortal, or was she greatly shaken by the immortal's words?

It was at this time that the immortal realized another thing.

Pallas's fingers loosened, but the fruit she was holding in her hand did not fall.

The sun was still shining brightly outside the window, but the people walking on the street just raised their feet strangely, and then maintained this movement.

The air was also frozen, and everything around him seemed to be at a standstill at this moment.

Extreme silence surrounded the undead, and even time was forcibly stopped in place.

Only Pallas's muttering remained, lingering in the undead's ears.

This scene that went against common sense aroused the undead people's vigilance to the maximum level.

Freezing time and space, this kind of Origin Stone skill has never been seen by the immortal.

Just when everything was stopped and frozen in the space, a small voice slowly sounded.

The golden flame burned quietly in the undead man's chest, without any sparks splashing out.

That clear light is like a beacon in the dark night, guiding those who see it and calling softly.

I'm here.

Then, a voice came from Pallas's mouth.

"Lord Ashes."

The voice was soft, sacred, and slightly hoarse.

It was like a breeze blowing from the still sea of ​​time, blowing ripples in circles.

It’s a call, it’s a whisper, it’s also the lament of reunion after a long separation.

The undead man's body also froze, and the pupils under his helmet suddenly shrank.

This was the first time since he woke up that he had lost his composure.

"Can you hear me?"

336.Don’t forget

Even though the figure was not real, the woman who took the place of Pallas's body and sat in front of the immortal at this moment was the woman who occupied a large proportion in the memory of the immortal.

Silver-white hair cascaded down, resting on the luxurious gold-inlaid cloth.

The face is blurred, and even the body appears as a shadow in the eyes of the undead.

But with just one glance, the undead could recognize her appearance.

"Fire girl."

The undead man opened his mouth slightly. Although his voice was still hoarse and steady, there was a shock in his tone that could not be ignored.

He once thought about the reunion scene between himself and the fire girl.

Perhaps at that time, the fire girl who did not have the first fire to maintain her body had turned into withered bones.

He could only pick up her eyepatch next to her withered or dusty bones.

So long has passed that the fire girl's appearance and figure have been worn away and lost in the memory of the undead.

But when she actually appeared in front of the undead again, the undead suddenly discovered that the worn figure became clear again in their memory.

The impression she made on the undead was insurmountable.

In that desperate era, she was the first and only person who was still willing to follow the undead after being exposed to his rebellious ideas.

She regards the will of the immortal as her own guidepost. Regardless of betrayal or inheritance, they all follow him firmly.

For such a person, even the immortal cannot ignore her trust and following in him.

But now, after everything has passed, the fire girl appears in front of the undead again. How can this not make the undead think a lot?

"Lord Ashes."

The gentle woman raised her head, her slightly thin lips tightly closed, but she bent her eyes in a slight arc after pointing the blindfold at the undead man.

"Ah...can you touch me?"

She slowly raised her palm, as elegant and intellectual as a goddess in a classical book, but she gently raised her finger towards the undead.

She longs for someone to hold her hand.

Without hesitation, the undead man raised his right hand and held the weak hand.

The moment I took it, there was a coldness that penetrated my hand armor at first, but then it turned into a comfortable warmth.

Even with the dry skin of the undead, the dull senses could clearly feel the warmth coming from this hand.

At this time, even if you turn into a living corpse, you can't replace the touch. In the final apocalypse, it was these hands that brought him tremendous power.

After being held by the undead, the woman took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, her body trembling slightly.

Like a body wrapped in darkness, after a long time, I feel the light again

"Haah...the familiar, reassuring warmth. Thank you very much, Lord Ashes."

The immortal pursed his lips.

I don't know why, but although the undead man now has many things he wants to ask her, he can't say them.

Just by listening to the fire girl's voice, you can tell how heavy a burden she seems to be carrying.

The tired tone, the desperate emotion, and the arms reaching out to the undead.

And how long had she spent alone in this countless amount of time before she finally met the undead again?

The undead man just looked at the fire girl, trying to penetrate the layer of fog covering her face and see her true face.

"you..."

The undead man opened his mouth and closed it again.

After holding the fire girl's hand, the undead man realized that she didn't have much strength left. Asking questions now would undoubtedly increase her burden.

After hearing the undead man's voice, the fire girl raised her head again.

Her hair flowed along with her movements, and her soft lips were slightly open.

"Lord Ashes, I know you have many questions, and I also have too many words to talk to you."

"But I'm very sorry, I don't have time to stay here anymore."

She felt a little lost, and her body became weaker and weaker, proving that the power she had left on this girl was already very weak.

"It's nice to see you again. So, come to me."

"Show your strength, become the winner of the immortal competition, and regain the certificate of kingship."

"I'm waiting for you deep in the Temple of Heroes."

Although she said this, she made no attempt to break free from the undead man's grasp.

Instead, he opened his five fingers in the undead man's grasp and grasped the undead man's gauntlet.

It's like she's drawing strength from her hero to bolster her own confidence.

The warm words gradually became illusory, just like the figure in front of the undead man, gradually disappearing into the air.

"I have waited too long...please, don't forget..."

The words dissipated like smoke, and the palms in the undead man's hands gradually became colder, losing their previous warmth.

The undead man watched her appearance disappear before his eyes, turning back into another girl.