Ark of the Immortal

At least in the Doctor's memory, he should be a perpetrator.

And he will never feel guilty about it.

If it hadn't been for the vows we made together in front of the stone tablet that day, perhaps we wouldn't be here today.

It was a noble choice, a choice they made themselves under the guidance of the ancient gods.

Even the doctor himself became a victim.

He is the only one left alive today.

Also, Kelsey.

However, she seems to have forgotten a lot.

Even the undead...

"One day you will understand my choice."

Long sighs echoed on the deserted deck.

"Forgive me, Amiya..."

361. Arena of Gods

With a beautiful horizontal slash, he cut the air in front of him and hit the handle of the opponent's spear. After making a gap in the handle, he immediately slid down the handle.

The sound of steel rubbing against steel made people frown. But when they saw that the blade was about to cut off the arm of the gun holder, the audience's excitement level gradually increased with the heart-wrenching sharp sound.

The gunman was not nervous. He let go of his right hand, and the force of the straight sword slashing on the handle was slightly guided by his left hand, and the gun handle hit his neck.

The spear circled around the neck, and the tip of the spear scratched the coat on the girl's arm, revealing the tender white skin.

The gunman's right hand grasped the handle under the gun head and thrust forward.

Ding!

The back of the knife accurately blocked the tip of the spear. The girl from the Philin clan lowered her body slightly and slid to the gunman's side in two steps.

She seized the opportunity to bully him to her side, and it seemed that the advantage of the spear could no longer be used.

The straight knife was brought to her waist and made a gash on the spearman's waist, which was then blocked by the spear that was immediately raised.

The spearman pierced the tip of the spear into the ground, held the handle of the spear with his right hand, relied on the strength of the spear to fly into the air, and kicked the girl straight into the chest.

This gun-like trick made the girl a little surprised, but she reacted immediately.

She leaned back, and the straight knife in her right hand was pressed horizontally against her slender waist.

When his chest was almost on top of the kick, he suddenly turned over.

The blade pressed under the waist was moved by the amazing flexibility and speed, as if it drew a circular blade.

The gunman didn't even have time to realize what was happening before he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his thigh.

The next moment, the girl leaned over to put away the knife, her right and left hands almost coming together.

The blade was sheathed, but it was vaguely unsettling.

At this moment, all the murderous intent and sharpness were hidden in the scabbard on her left waist.

Girl Felin's eyes were staring at the ground, her vision no longer an obstacle to her perception of her surroundings.

All senses are infinitely amplified.

She heard the warrior's heavy breathing, and she heard her own dull heartbeat.

She could feel that there was a person behind her, holding a gun in the air.

And in her mind, she even simulated her current scene out of thin air.

The petite figure hiding the blade was almost touching the ground, turning his back to the gunman whose flesh had just been cut open by him.

Breathing stopped for a moment, and the muscles in his body suddenly tensed.

The next moment, it was like time began to flow.

The girl turned around, held the handle of the knife with her right hand and pulled it out of the sheath. The blade of the knife drew a dazzling light under the fiery red sunset.

The straight knife was so fast that no one could react. They could retract the knife, turn around, and draw out the knife in an instant.

It's like a part of time has been hollowed out. In the eyes of the audience, the girl had just turned her back to the gunman, and they only had time to blink before they saw her turn around and draw the sword.

Blood slowly flowed down the blade. The blade stopped firmly on the slightly brown skin, but the sharp edge made a small cut of less than half a centimeter.

Melanza held her breath and looked at the stunned gunner in front of her with dull eyes.

"I won."

The voice was calm, as if this victory had nothing to do with her.

The gunman took a deep breath, and only then did he accurately feel the varying degrees of pain in the two wounds on his body.

In desperation, he took back his right leg that he kicked out in the air and said with a little respect.

"I lost."

The girl put down the fixed blade and sheathed it coolly.

At this time, she exhaled a breath of turbid air hidden in her lungs.

Then, a severe soreness slowly emerged around the body.

It was at this time that the priest on the altar finally announced.

"Individual competition, the last one, the warrior from Rhode Island, Melantha wins!"

As a result, salutes and cheers resounded throughout the square.

People gave thunderous applause for the amazing sword they just saw.

Katy held her breath just like Melanza. It wasn't until the priest declared victory that she dared to breathe again.

When Melanza sheathed the knife, Katy couldn't help but scream.

"Ahhhh!! So handsome!!"

The children on Rhode Island shouted excitedly.

Even Instructor Dupin couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Ya Dao.

Although Ya Dao's eyes were covered by a blindfold, her slightly open mouth still revealed the fact that she was very surprised now.

"What a quick cut."

Dupin said deliberately.

"What do you think?"

Night Knife did not answer Dubin, but looked at a certain armored warrior who was sitting around the altar and was applauding vigorously like everyone else.

He looked like a father attending a school festival, clapping excitedly for his daughter who had just given a wonderful performance.

"It's a very familiar move, but when it comes to this one sword, I'm not as good as her."

Yadou made such a comment, and she immediately shook her head.

"I really don't know what else this Mr. Immortal can't do."

...

As night fell, the city of Minos did not fall silent.

Tourists linger in the city, and Minos, which is decorated with lights all night long, has a unique charm.

In the side hall next to the altar, the soldiers drank wine and delicious food together, and happily made friends with heroes from all over the world.

Three days ago, after the team battle ended, the number of people participating in the undead competition was suddenly reduced by more than half from the original number of more than a hundred.

But the team competition is not actually the focus. The individual competitions that follow for two consecutive days are what really satisfy all the viewers.

Whether it is the famous warriors from Minos themselves, they are fierce and heroic frontal attacks. They are still warriors from a foreign land, with strange and changeable fighting methods.

Starting from a crushing game with the undead, to evenly matched warriors swapping offense and defense.

Everyone is simply competing in martial arts and courage without harming their lives.

Such a harmonious atmosphere made everyone enjoy this celebration.

"cheers!"

Everyone in Rhode Island sat together and raised their wine glasses.

Among the crowd, there are a few special figures.

Bloodthorn raised his beer with a smile. He had enjoyed playing in the individual competitions for the past two days.

Maria had a silly smile on her face, even though the glass in her hand was filled with juice instead of beer, she was still happy.

Zofia also smiled and raised her glass, her face full of pride.

Shirter didn't react at all, but he still imitated the others and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Morton, on the other hand, cheerfully raised his wine glass, which was obviously two or three times larger than the others, and drank it directly in one gulp.

In the past few days of fighting, Morton stole the show, crushing all the other warriors with heavy weapons with a heavy hammer.

Every match he plays is bound to make people's blood boil. The dull collision and battle cry have become the main theme of the battle.

His popularity soared again as a Minoan frontier hero.

However, what made Dupin and Yadao happy was that Morton agreed to go back to Rhode Island with them after the game.

This forthright man, after getting in touch with the people in Rhode Island, was already full of expectations for Rhode Island where many strong people gathered in their description.

Of course, some people may worry that his willingness to contact Rhode Island is because of the stunningly talented swordswoman Melanza?

After all, in several team matches between Morton and Melantha, he willingly handed over the position of main attacker to Melantha and acted as a foil.

And Melantha's popularity is not low. In the past few days, everyone's hotels have frequently received gifts for Melantha, as well as flowers sent by unrestrained Minoan men.

But only everyone in Rhode Island understood that this guy's focus was not on Melanza at all.

even say

"Um...Mr. Battle Knight...Look, can you do that?"

When Morton shyly approached the undead man and handed over the pen and notebook in his hand, everyone almost thought they had made a mistake.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.

After all, that was Mr. Battle Knight.

The Immortal did not skimp on writing. The warrior named Morton in front of him had a very open mind about winning and losing, and he enjoyed the battle itself.

Is an excellent fighter.

In this way, Rhodes Island was really connected with the local forces of Minos.

You know, Morton is also well-known among the warriors on the border. Knowing him is equivalent to knowing more Minoan heroes.

After drinking a whole glass of beer, Dubin put down the glass, and she couldn't help but slap her mouth with her hand.

She used to be a soldier, and soldiers were very sensitive to alcohol. After coming to Rhode Island, she didn't have much time to drink.

The most I can do is go to a bar in Rhode Island and have a drink with my colleagues.

It's rare to drink like this boldly.

"After today's competition, a total of sixteen warriors who are qualified to participate in the immortal competition have been determined."

Although tomorrow is a rest day arranged by the Heroes Temple, it is used to adjust the bodies of the soldiers.

But perhaps because of his professional habits, Dubin is now beginning to care about the immortal competition the day after tomorrow.

"We have never participated in an undead competition before, and Rhode Island has not collected information on the undead competition. Mr. Morton, is there anything you can disclose here?"

After hearing Du Bin talk about the immortal competition, Morton's expression changed from a wild laugh to a slightly more restrained one.

"If it's about the immortal competition, I don't know much, but I can tell you something."

Morton put down his wine glass, took a piece of bread from the side, tore a small piece into his mouth, and said while eating.

"Although it was an undead competition held by Minos, in fact, the undead competition has not been held for a long time. News about the undead competition can only be learned from some library books and stories passed down from mouth to mouth."

"Eh? Uncle Morton, have you never participated in the immortal competition?"