Ark of the Immortal

And Pallas, who was sitting opposite the undead man, gradually regained his luster in his eyes.

At the same time, the Minoans passing by outside the window stepped on the ground, and time resumed its flow again.

"Eh?"

The confusion in Pallas's eyes gradually dissipated, and she felt that something was wrong.

"What happened? Mr. Battle Knight, did you just..."

Until she looked down and saw the hand being held.

The undead man was holding the palm of his hand, and the palm was also tightly holding the undead man's gauntlet.

Pallas looked up stiffly, saw the undead man's helmet, and felt the heavy gaze from under his helmet.

"That...Mr. Battle Knight?"

Only then did the immortal come back to his senses.

"Feel sorry."

The two people's palms loosened and retracted.

Pallas was confused, she didn't know what had just happened, but one thing she was sure of.

That is, the person who just talked to the battle knight was definitely not him.

Although Pallas was quite sensitive to time, she could feel that the time difference between her thoughts and the War Knight's handshake was very short.

It's so short that it's like someone took away the time in between.

Moreover, her thoughts and movements were different from her habits.

Did someone use his body to talk to Mr. Battle Knight?

Who is the one?

Perhaps because she had overused her brain just now, Pallas's head was a little confused now, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The scene just now can only be described as a little embarrassing. But neither of them were children, and Pallas also knew that Mr. Battle Knight was not that frivolous person.

So the only possibility is...

Pallas looked at the undead man's absent-minded look, and an idea flashed in her mind.

"Mr. Battle Knight, did you just hear the oracle?"

Pallas's eyes seemed to light up.

The undead man raised his head slightly, although his mind was not on her right now.

But the fire girl also borrowed this girl's body, so the undead man nodded slightly, which was regarded as recognition.

"Did the oracle say anything... I'm asking, did the oracle say anything about my idol plan..."

Pallas was still very concerned about the content of the oracle, fearing that the oracle would tell the immortal that there was something wrong with her plan and give the immortal other ways to do it.

But the undead man shook his head.

"It's okay, your plan is fine."

Rather, the fireproof girl needs the undead to do something that does not conflict with Pallas's plan at all.

She told the Immortal that she was waiting for him deep in the Temple of Heroes, which only further deepened the Immortal's purpose.

From now on, no one can stop the undead from winning this game.

He wants to use his own strength to overwhelm all opponents standing in front of him.

Because there is someone waiting for him to become a champion and a hero to welcome her return.

"That's good!"

Pallas laughed stupidly twice, then slumped back behind his chair and raised his hands lazily.

"It's really exciting. The oracle also agrees with such a plan! The future of Minos will change because of this!"

Pallas seemed to enjoy speaking with this particular emphasis. When she is not the high priest, she looks like a girl obsessed with stage plays.

However, the undead man was not disgusted. He had heard this tone many times, and there were others even more exaggerated than Minos.

The exchange with Pallas did not last long. After receiving the immortal's approval, Pallas left to arrange follow-up matters.

He wanted to make the undead the "public enemy" of the entire Minoan warriors, without damaging the reputation of the undead.

This is actually not a simple matter.

Fortunately, the undead themselves are quite famous, so it is quite convenient as long as they properly publicize their identity as "war knights".

The undead man walked slowly towards the altar of the Temple of Heroes.

Before leaving, Pallas also warned the immortal. Because he accepted the invitation to the Temple of Heroes. Therefore, in these competitions, immortals are needed to act as judges.

Special guests are the people who comment on the combatants. They are also warriors recognized by the Temple of Heroes who exceed the strength of the contestants.

The strength of the undead is obvious to all, and on this level, no one will object.

The Rhodes Island group bought a take-out lunch and found a seat next to the altar to sit down and eat slowly. When they saw the undead man walking back, Kati waved to the undead man.

"Mr. Battle Knight! This way!"

The undead man saw the direction of the man clearly and walked slowly over.

Melanza did not immediately go over to ask the undead man, but Dupin raised the question on the undead man's side.

"The priest's side?"

I don’t know what the undead and the priest talked about, and Dubin was worried that it might have something to do with the battle celebration.

The immortal man naturally knew what Du Bin was worried about, and he comforted him.

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

Du Bin nodded, and then handed the over-bought food to the undead man and asked the undead man if he wanted to eat.

The undead man naturally refused, as he was not in the mood to eat right now.

I just found a place to sit down and started thinking about the Hero Temple and the Fire Girl.

When he met Pallas this time, the immortal's mind became completely active.

He hadn't been so eager to accomplish a goal in a long time.

There is no other person, just because that person is waiting for him.

Melanza saw some abnormal undead people, and for some reason, she felt strangely uneasy in her heart.

"teacher?"

Coming to sit down next to the undead, Melanza asked worriedly.

"Did something happen?"

The undead man turned his head and looked at his disciple.

"rest assured."

After saying that, the undead man reached out and rubbed Melantha's head, telling her not to think too much.

"Now, you have to worry about your opponent this afternoon."

Melanza answered as she obediently moved her head to the undead man's side to make it easier for him to touch him.

"Well, I have a good understanding of my opponent's information. Instructor Dubin also gave me his information just now."

"Have confidence?"

"I won't lose."

Melanza's tone was not strong, but she had a self-confidence that could not be ignored.

"Ah, very good."

Confidence is a good thing, and the Immortal is happy to see Melanza become more and more confident.

"Then I will watch you from the stands."

"Eh?"

Melanza paused for a moment, not understanding what immortality meant.

The undead man stopped stroking Melantha's hand and patted her furry ears twice.

"I am the guest. I will comment on your battle."

"Eh?!"

Melanza's eyes widened, she had no idea that the undead would do something like this.

If it is just a communication between two people, no matter how much criticism the Immortal Man gives, it will be fine.

Previously in Rhode Island, when the undead pulled Melantha to do a combat demonstration, the purple kitten had already completed the entire combat demonstration with a blushing face.

If she really made a comment in front of so many people, Melantha wouldn't even know how to raise her head.

"come on."

The undead man naturally knew about Melanza's situation, so he didn't say much.

This is the hurdle Melantha has to overcome.

As a disciple of the undead, Melanza inherited the undead's excellent fighting skills and turned them into her own skills through her own efforts and training.

She didn't realize that fighting itself was not something to be ashamed of, and how strong she became had nothing to do with others.

She needed to get used to those eyes, the eyes that gathered around her because of her excellence.

Because she deserves it, she must hold her head high and learn to accept it calmly.

The battle in the village of Akroti has not yet begun. But in another village, the battle celebration had already begun.

And in the first two games, there was a player who was very popular among the locals.

That was a girl who had just arrived in the village yesterday, but in the eyes of many people, she had already become the embodiment of kindness and bravery.

Perhaps in the hearts of some boys, it has become synonymous with goddess.

Her long golden hair was tied back by a hairband, and her childish but soft face showed her concentration on fighting.

Kuranta, who was already heroic, looked even more like a Valkyrie descending from the sky after putting on the armor she maintained with her own hands.

The shield on her left hand is a medium shield made for her by her elders, slightly modified according to the style of the man's shield in the image.

The long sword she held in her right hand was full of scars, but the golden gemstone inlaid on the hilt shone with dazzling lightning.

With just one swing, he accurately grasped the opponent's flaw.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous charge, supplemented by two powerful combat skills, overturning the opponent's defense.

When the enemy's face was wide open, he took a step forward and suddenly pushed the middle shield of his left hand forward.

boom!

The shield hit the tall man's chest hard, knocking him back two or three meters before falling to the ground.

He almost let go of the war hammer in his hand and pressed his chest on the ground, but he couldn't get up.

After realizing this huge gap, I could only raise my hands regretfully and admit defeat.

Suddenly, the people near the altar burst into cheers.

This was a crushing battle, and the winner was a knight from Casimir.

Little Kuranta also had a happy smile on her face. She came to the fallen warrior and reached out to pull him up.

In the warrior's flattered mood, Kuranta turned around and went to the altar, hugging his elders and celebrating his victory.

"Sister Zofia, how are you!"

"Well, the fight was clean and neat, very handsome."

"Hehe, compared with the teacher, it's still far behind!"

Zofia put her arms around Maria's neck and praised her without sparing any effort.

She saw the shadow of another person in the child.

The man who was invincible and engraved in the minds of the audience at the last Major.