Ark of the Immortal

"The teacher wants to follow the priests of the Akroti Hero Temple. I heard that it is the request of the high priest."

The immortal left the hotel early this morning and specifically spoke to Melanza.

"As a guest of the ceremony, you need to go to the Temple of Heroes to register directly after arriving at Yasenus. This is what the teacher said."

Since the guests will not participate in the early selection competition, they need to register again.

And this is also a safeguard measure, in case no one is on the list, and the invitation is indeed sent out.

"Is this so?"

Kati blinked, and a big hand suddenly patted her head.

"He told me to contact us again after arriving in Yasenus."

Onstein also came out of the hotel, still holding his cross gun in his hand.

"Let's go when everyone is here. There's no need to wait for him."

"Okay, then you get in the car first, we'll leave in a moment."

Dubin nodded.

On the other side, the undead were indeed traveling with the priests of Akroti.

The Immortal Competition is a large-scale event throughout Minos. The villages that participated in the selection will also send priests to follow the warriors to Yasenus.

There are not many warriors in Akroti village, and there are also undead people, so Pallas has to go with them.

However, besides the undead, there were two other people following him.

Both of them are qualified to participate in the Immortal Competition.

"Tsk, Minos' wool is really nice to hold up. This thing feels quite comfortable when sitting on it. It can barely compare with Casimir's transport vehicle."

Bloodthorn sat in his seat, stroking the cushion made of Originium beast's fur under his seat.

"If we have a few fights, we'll have food, drinks, and transportation."

"Weren't you like this before?"

The undead man glanced at him. This guy was sitting next to him, hoping that he would be calmer along the way.

"Back in the old days, when I was working for the Knights Association, I wasn't fighting for myself at all. It's my luck to have a decent fight with you, and it's also the result of you being strong enough."

Bloodthorn said lazily.

"If it weren't for you, I might have become a real puppet now. To be honest, I'm quite grateful to you for taking away the championship and leaving a mess."

This is the truth about Blood Thorn.

First, Linguang planted a seed in the hearts of the people of Casimir.

Only when the catalyst of the undead goes up, will he become so dazzling.

But Bloodthorn has no background or connections.

He is just an ordinary infected knight, a part in the game between the Knights Association and the Business Alliance.

Even if there is no Bloodthorn, there will be other people, and he is not necessary.

After the Immortal took away the championship, he instead became a propaganda card used by the Knights Association.

Because the undead man's current record has not been broken, and Bloodthorn was the person he fought against for the last time, which made Bloodthorn become a benchmark.

In this way, no matter what the Knights Association plans to do with the Bloodthorn, it must take into account his public influence and the remaining issues that may arise about the Battle Knight.

It was in such a complex environment that Bloodthorn gained temporary freedom.

Later, as the disciple of the War Knight and the sister of the Brilliant Knight, Maria once again attracted enough attention.

Only then did the Bloodthorns begin to move freely in a true sense.

Therefore, Bloodthorn has a deep sense of gratitude to Margaret, the undead, and even Maria.

Although he is a Sakaz, he is a person who is willing to abandon everything in order to survive and for the pleasure gained from fighting.

But he also knows who is good to him and what he should do.

Now maintaining such a relationship with the undead, Bloodthorn feels very comfortable.

Moreover, maybe the actions of the undead can change Casimir's form?

This is what Bloodthorn cannot explain.

Shirter, who was sitting behind the two of them, did not speak. She stayed alone, and no one dared to go to her.

Even though Shirter is indeed very good-looking, her fighting style is so violent that anyone who faces her will doubt their life.

Now following the undead, Shirter felt that Lewontin in his hands was more stable and docile than before.

The flames burned quietly, and Shirte was stunned as he looked at the flames burning on the seat in front of him.

So where is her destination?

Maybe Levantine could tell her, after all they were so close.

I just hope that day can come early enough.

Before she is ready to face her past.

344. Pallas’s personal opinion

"Are you so sure that he will come back?"

"I have no idea."

The woman's face is covered mostly by a blindfold. But she can still vaguely see her beauty from the straight bridge of her nose and her moist lips.

"But I sincerely hope for it and take it as my goal to live."

"Isn't it a bad feeling to entrust everything you have to others?"

The other voice sounded unreal, like a voice squeezed in from space, distorted and suppressed, implying desire and persistence for something.

"You are already bound by the flame. After the flame disappears, why bother to go back to the past?"

"That was just a dream of yours. Look, how free you are after being separated from the flames?"

"You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. Instead of sitting in front of that abominable bonfire, waiting for a pile of ashes that will never be dependent on you, dreaming of dreams that will never come true. .”

The sound is extremely tempting, as if it wants to arouse the desires deep in people's hearts, grow into a towering tree, and cover the sky of reason.

"Think about it carefully, in that dark sacrificial site. Apart from the walking corpse driven by flames, what else do you have left?"

"Mission, respected status? In front of that flame that burns everything, everything was taken away from you."

"He is the chain, the source of all your misery."

Melanza couldn't see clearly.

She could not see the expression on the woman's face, nor could she see the other speaker.

She felt that the person they were talking about should be a very important person to her.

But in the dazed chaos, she couldn't ask anything, and even her thinking was stagnant.

"Yes, you are right."

It was that woman again, her tone heavy and sad.

It seems because there is not much warmth left in the memory. For her, all the past is the source of her suffering, right?

But then, her tone became calmer.

"But, I'm happy to."

Even the voice in the void seemed not to have expected that this woman who carried out her rationality to the extreme would actually say such willful words.

She shouldn't have said such words, it made her look less like a leader dragging the world's debris forward, and more like a girl acting coquettishly in the arms of her family.

Melantha saw again that the woman turned around and faced herself.

Even though she was wearing a blindfold, she couldn't see clearly.

But Melanza truly believed that her eyes were falling on her.

"You think so too, right?"

What?

When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar roof. The vibration caused by the high-speed driving of the vehicle made Melanza feel a little disappointed.

She reached out and touched her cheek, but it was not wet.

Strangely, I didn’t shed any tears today.

The picture in the dream became blurry again, and Melanza was almost used to this kind of dream.

But the closer she gets to Jasenus, the more realistic the pictures in the dream become. The real and heavy history is like a wall erected in front of Melantha.

Sometimes, she wonders if she accidentally fell into someone else's Origin Stone skill. But I learned from Du Bin that such Origin Stone skills generally require continuous casting at a very close distance.

Little Melanza had no choice but to keep this question in her heart.

She had a hunch that she would find the answer in the undead competition.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why she came to participate in the immortal competition.

Melanza turned her head and looked at Katie beside her.

Katy was sleeping soundly on Melanza's body.

Today is the last day to go to Jasenus. Near evening, we should arrive at Jasenus.

Along the way, Katy, Melanza, and instructor Doberman worked together to organize information about the players.

Katie is very concerned about Melanza's affairs. These days, she has been busy helping Melanza sort and highlight key points, and she has been busy until late every day.

Regarding this friend of hers, Melanza also felt that she was very lucky to be able to meet her.

Stretching her arms, Melanza hooked Katy's neck and closed her eyes slightly.

Just rest for a while, we'll be there soon.

Yasenus was the central city-state of Minos and the most developed mobile city in Minos.

Although Minos is famous for its heroic culture, other cultures that were born around the heroic culture have become the pillars of Minos' development to this day.

Whether it is the poems Minos used to praise heroes, or the operas used to perform heroic stories. They have become an outlet for Yasenus’ external output.

Here, the heroic stories were adapted by bards, printed into books, and sent to other countries.

There is a grand opera house every few blocks, and different heroic stories are presented in the opera house every day.

At the same time, the highly classical food and clothing are also one of the characteristics of Minoan culture.

Many artists who need to relax or go out to collect music often choose Minoan.

This country has a long history.

Normally, Yasenus is quiet, but precisely because of the undead competition unfolding here, the place has gradually become busy.

Colorful flags were hung high on the building, and the images of many warriors were printed or sewn on them, creating an atmosphere welcoming the celebration.

This was also the first time Minos held a celebration for the entire continent of Terra after restoring its autonomy.

Naturally, I wanted to take this opportunity to show off everything Minos had to offer.

When the undead arrived at Jasenus, it happened to be near evening.

As soon as he got out of the car, the Immortal saw several priests wearing gray and black robes like Pallas surrounding him.

They heard the news from Akroti village. It is said that the War Knight will arrive in Yasenus today.

So, naturally someone came to greet him.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Battle Knight?"

The leading priest came to the undead man and bowed respectfully to him.

"I am a priest from the Temple of the Twelve Heroes, and I am also the staff member responsible for registering you in the temple and arranging your schedule."

"Hello."

The undead man just nodded slightly, showing his attitude appropriately.