Ark of the Immortal

Morton clearly knew that there was a gap between himself and his ancestors. Therefore, he must not continue to waste time with his ancestors like this.

The heroic spirits who have become protected by the holy objects can be said to have endless physical strength under the blessing of the holy objects.

But Morton didn't, although the undead competition allowed him to ignore his injuries and fight as much as he wanted. But a person's physical and mental strength will be less when used.

Morton's strike was aimed at directly scattering the heroic spirits.

He will use this hammer to lay the foundation for his victory.

Therefore, he will not hold back.

boom!

The giant hammer made of steel struck the heroic spirit on the head, and the heartbreaking sound of steel twisting sounded between the hammer surface and the armor.

The helmet, which was originally considered to be a hard one, began to deform the moment it came into contact with the giant hammer. During the deformation process, the steel broke into pieces and fell apart in all directions.

The heroic spirit's head felt as if someone was forcing it into his body, almost being stuffed into his chest.

And the hammer continues to fall, it will crush its enemy to death, making him unable to lift the weapon in his hand again.

Morton clearly felt that the force exerted on the surface of the hammer came into contact with some resistance, but his own power did not return.

This also means that the power of his heavy hammer is truly poured into the heroic spirit.

The huge force was like a waterfall falling from the sky, smashing the heroic spirit's posture to pieces.

Even the giant hammer in his hand was thrown by him.

Throw?

Morton thought he was sure of victory, but when he saw the heroic spirit swinging out the hammer in his hand, an infinite crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

He didn't even have time to tighten his grip on his hammer. He let go of the hammer handle and his whole body collapsed.

And right at Morton's original position, a heavy hammer hit the ground, creating a huge crater in the entire ground paved with ashes.

Ashes flew, wrapping the figure of the heroic spirit inside.

Morton released the giant hammer and looked down at his thigh.

He was still a little slow to react just now, and the hammer head rubbed against his thigh. The rough hammer head, which had not been rubbed before, wiped the skin and directly took away a large piece of meat.

Blood was flowing everywhere. If his reaction was just a moment slower, his leg would be injured. Even the entire lower body will be directly smashed into a thin piece by this hammer.

As the ashes fell from the sky, the heroic spirit's body gradually took on his appearance.

Like a demon crawling out of hell, the entire helmet on his head was smashed, and the fragments were embedded in his head, and his face could no longer be seen clearly.

But this heroic spirit has not lost its fighting ability.

He finally reacted after Morton threw the hammer.

He tilted his head slightly, causing the hammer to not actually hit the top of his head, but to absorb part of the force with his left shoulder.

This also caused his left shoulder to become a blur of flesh and blood.

And he responded in kind, slamming out the hammer in his right hand, almost killing the duel.

After all, he is a heroic spirit, an existence recognized by holy objects.

If Morton could really win this duel so easily and rely on his temporary flash of inspiration, then it would really be a battle not worth it.

"very good."

Morton was stunned for a moment. He almost thought he heard wrongly.

"There are such warriors in Minos today."

The heroic spirit's voice was low and powerful, and the blood and flesh of the crumpled brain seemed to be squirming. The heroic spirit shook his head.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Morton's body trembled, and he subconsciously straightened his legs.

Even the pain caused by the wound on his thigh was ignored by him. He puffed up his chest and answered proudly.

"Morton, my name is Morton. I am a descendant of Parisuor among the Twelve Heroes!"

The tall and honest warrior stood on the battlefield and spoke his name with pride.

In Minoan, warriors would communicate privately, exchange names, and become friends only after the war.

Now, in this undead arena, there are only battles, but no banquet after the battle.

The heroic spirit took the initiative to ask Morton's name, truly treating Morton as a warrior, not a challenger.

This is the glory that belongs to Morton. For him, it is the recognition of his ancestors and himself.

When the heroic spirit heard Morton's loud shout, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

The rich and powerful laughter passed through the barrier and echoed throughout the square.

The young man's high-spirited and excited voice, together with the heroic spirit's unrestrained laughter, reached everyone's ears.

The priests of the Hero Temple naturally heard the conversation between the two.

They clenched their fists and their faces turned red, obviously feeling the same honor as Morton.

"Okay! Very good! I didn't expect that after my soul returned to the holy object, I would be able to see my descendants challenge me one day."

Parisure reached out and grasped the handle of the heavy hammer stuck on his shoulder. With a little force, he pulled the hammer out of his body along with some bone fragments and flesh and blood on his shoulder.

The heavy hammer was thrown back in front of Morton, and like Parisuer's heavy hammer, the hammer head was buried in ashes.

Parisure regained his legs, then stretched out his hands, pulled out his hammer from the ashes, and held it in his hands.

The face whose appearance had long been blurred opened its mouth to both sides, and he smiled as if he was enjoying the battle.

"Come, let us continue this struggle, heroes of Minos."

Morton was not called a junior, but a hero. This is both his explanation of who he is and what he expects from Morton.

Morton also took a step, ignoring the dripping wounds on his thighs, and put the weight on his shoulders, and the two stood face to face again.

As the heavy hammer danced up the ashes on the ground, the two figures once again struggled together.

Both of them were seriously injured, and their movements were slightly deformed.

The wound on Morton's leg became more and more open with every exertion.

The wound on Parisuer's shoulder also made his heavy hammer less oppressive than it originally was.

But the more they collided with each other, the more fierce the battle between the two became.

Perhaps the hammer head grazed the skin, or perhaps they released the handle of the hammer at the same moment and punched their opponent in the chest at the same time.

The wounds and blood made this battle look particularly brutal.

Neither side wants to lose this matchup...no. For them, the meaning of this game itself goes beyond winning or losing.

They enjoyed this kind of fight and gave everything they had in a pure duel of wrestling and skill.

This is the answer sheet handed over by the warriors of the later generation to their ancestors, and the ancestors also enjoy this hard-won gift.

This was a battle and Minos' farewell to his past self.

Morton didn't know, but Parisure knew very well.

Minos could not bear the gift of holy objects.

As the heroic spirits of Minos and the warriors of the Twelve Heroes, they could detect the battle every time the holy objects rioted, and Minos was almost unilaterally suppressed.

The true appearance of the holy object and the meaning of its existence have long been known.

They were not afraid to engage in endless battles. Minos' warriors were born on the battlefield.

They just hope that Minos can still survive after they are gone.

The battle between their twelve heroes was not the pinnacle of Minos' revival, but the beginning.

However, Morton gave him a satisfactory answer.

Therefore, in return, he would also use his hammer and fist to tell the little guy in front of him.

The Minoans were born warriors.

After death, they are also the souls of heroes.

boom!

Another collision between heavy hammers.

The collision between them has reached the final stage.

Now, just to see who can't hold back the breath in his chest, the heavy hammer in his hand will be completely covered by the other side.

Morton would not give in, and he would not stop flailing until his breath was gone.

Parisure will not admit defeat, this is his battle, this is a feast.

Therefore, when the hammer heads no longer collide, it is the moment when both sides throw away the last trace of reason.

Hammerhead and Hammerhead passed by each other. Both of them wanted to disrupt the opponent's rhythm with a slight advantage. They coincidentally chose to change their tactics at the last moment, hoping to catch the other side off guard.

The heavy hammer in Morton's hand did not swing out again, but stood in front of him. His whole body was like a bow and arrow, using the heavy hammer as the bowstring, and kicked out violently.

Parisuer on the other side stood there without caring, and even stretched out his hands to explore the leg kicked by Morton.

The palm of his hand was shaken by the kick. But in the end, Parisure still squeezed Morton's calf tightly.

On his face, which was bruised and bloody, a devilish smile appeared.

"Boy, you need to learn more about close combat!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Morton's legs and pulled them back, raising his knees to push them up.

A numbing cracking sound came from Morton's calf, and Morton's entire calf twisted in reverse as if an extra joint had appeared out of thin air.

Parisure was unwilling to let go. After the kick, he pulled the calf upwards without letting go, and lifted Morton's strong body up. Then his entire body fell downwards along with Morton's thighs, slamming into the ground.

Even the flesh and blood were crushed into cakes, and the broken bones and muscles were mixed together. One of Morton's legs was directly disabled, which also announced the end of this battle...

boom!

Just when everyone thought the battle would end with Morton losing his mobility, a hammer hit Parisure in the chest.

Morton did not give up. He gritted his teeth, took a breath with his last strength, raised his hammer, and took advantage of the gap between its fall to smash his calf that was pulled over by Parisheur. On the heroic spirit's chest.

Parisure did not expect Morton to be so tenacious. The hammer crushed the chest armor that had been overwhelmed for a long time. Together with Morton's own calves that had been crushed into a sticky solid, it sank deeply into the heroic spirit's chest, almost Smashed to pieces.

Parisure's body flew up, and the huge impact carried him flying back several meters before falling to the ground of the initial furnace together with the hammer.

The two bodies landed on the ashes together, looking up at the sky obscured by the light curtain.

For a moment, in the entire initial furnace, there were only heavy breathing and the painful inhalation sound of an unknown person.

Parisure stared blankly at the fireless sky. His chest was almost penetrated by the hammer. He could not even maintain his breathing, and could only feel that his power was gradually draining away.

In other words, he lost.

But he was not depressed.

He is very happy.

"Hahaha!! Cough! Cough..."

Hoarse, dry laughter sounded from the mouth of the heroic spirit of Parisuer.

Along with his laughter and coughing, the originally bloody face was crumpled into a ball.

The broken armor and blood were ignited together, turning Parisuor's entire body into a flame.

The heroic spirits born from the holy objects will also return to the holy objects after the battle. This is their battlefield and their destination.

But the giant hammer left by Parisure did not disappear.

It sank into the ashes on the ground and became a member of the sea of ​​weapons.

Morton listened to the laughter of his ancestors fading away, and he closed his eyes with contentment.

He raised his arms and pointed to the sky, his blood-stained palms clenched tightly into fists.

Won.

At the end of the battle, Morton's body turned into stars and gradually disappeared, and his weapons stayed in place like the weapons left by his ancestors.

The soldiers disappeared, but their weapons remained here, becoming the only remaining witnesses.