Ark of the Immortal

The final result was that Enya locked herself in the room, and the master didn't speak for a long time.

Although Enya thinks that her brother is just asking her to do things she doesn't want to do for the sake of her status as a saint.

But Kakufeng vaguely knew the inside story about this matter.

The master's request is definitely not to ignore Enya's wishes, but to risk Enya's safety for a chance of glory and wealth.

The young lady was chosen as the Saint's Chosen One, and from the moment this happened, it pushed the entire Shivaash family to the brink.

This is a trap set by the three clan councils and Manzhuyuan against the Shivaash family, and it is also a killer move against the Kalan trade founded by the master.

Kakufeng wanted to explain all this to the lady. But the master clearly told Kakufeng that he and Enya were not allowed to discuss the matter with another young lady.

He doesn't want his family to be exposed to these conspiracies related to his hometown.

Therefore, looking at Enya at this time, Kakufeng sighed, and he didn't know how to speak.

Perhaps, only on the day when the master truly takes revenge, Enya will understand the master's good intentions.

"Just leave it alone."

Enya spoke to Jiao Feng, her voice was slightly soft, but there was a hint that Jiao Feng could not refuse.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kakumine. I will eat it later."

"yes."

Kakumine reluctantly leaves Enya's room.

Hope she really knows how to eat it.

68. Hello! Powerful!

The huge sword blade crashed into the spine of the back, tearing apart the muscles in the back and pushing the entire spine out of its original position.

The broken vertebrae tore open the nearby flesh along the edge of the heart, pushing open the skin from the center of the chest, revealing the bloody vertebrae themselves.

The gray-white armor held the hilt of the sword with both hands, used both legs to push the upper body along the entire waist, and used both arms to tear the enemy's body apart from the side of the chest with the sword hilt.

It was like a red rain of blood, and the entire upper body was broken into two sections. The vertebrae that originally supported the body to maintain its shape had been completely divided into three sections.

The warm blood mixed with the snow at low temperatures, forming red ice crystals.

The bounty target was still trying to breathe. But his completely torn lungs were unable to provide him with the ability to breathe in any sense. He looked helplessly at the spine hanging outside his body, and at the same time, out of fear and unwillingness, he gradually lost his ability to think.

When he fell to the ground, the man had turned into a twisted corpse.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the huge sword blade was inserted diagonally into the ground, deep into the frozen soil underground.

The undead released his right hand, temporarily let go of his weapon, came to the body, and stretched out his hands.

Hiss!

The action of tearing off the head was as easy as tearing apart cloth, and there was only a sound of muscles being torn apart.

The upper half of the spine is still connected to the head, and the mouth is wide open, as if he wants to cry and tell his sufferings and difficulties.

But the dead souls under him didn't have such a chance, so he wouldn't have such a chance either.

The undead tore off the bloody spine below the head, leaving only one head as evidence to defeat the target and threw it into the cloth belt tied around his waist.

He returned to the weapon, used the magic fire to melt the snow near the blade, washed away the blood stains on the entire weapon, and then put it back behind his back.

On the other side, the young Peluo warriors also defeated their enemies.

What she faced was just the accomplice of her target.

Even so, the guys who can do the looting business in Kjerag are not simple.

But Keobah's spear had already penetrated into the man's head, poking out a huge bloody hole.

Putting his foot on his head and drawing out his spear, Ceob looked for the undead figure.

The beautiful young girl looked around with innocent eyes, holding a blood-stained spear and knife.

The picture is full of dissonance.

"This way."

The undead man clapped his palms, attracting Kyobe's attention.

After Kyobe saw the undead man, he also imitated the undead man's behavior and used an ax to chop off the head that had a big hole poked out. Then he grabbed the hair and carried the head to the undead man's side.

"good."

The undead man praised softly, Kyobe's performance exceeded his expectations.

This girl who skillfully uses her own instincts to fight has almost perfectly integrated the Originium skills into her fighting.

The ghostly light on the gun blades and swords, either cold or hot, all proves Keobei's proficient Originium skills. This power is valuable even in the eyes of the immortal.

Every attack is aimed at the vital point, seeking to defeat the enemy with one blow.

This should be a habit she developed during her years of wandering. After all, if you keep your hands on the enemy, you will only be the one who pays the price in the end.

But the fly in the ointment is that Keobei's offense is a little less structured. He only uses his own instinct to attack and has not learned better offensive and defensive routines.

Even so, even as a disciple of the undead, Maria would find it difficult to withstand Kyobe's attack.

Of course, it is also because the undead has not yet developed her adaptability to spells. If Maria can skillfully use miracles and swords and shields, her combat ability will only be higher than Kyobe's.

But for Kiobe, it is very rare for a girl of this age to have such fighting ability.

Suffering is the source of struggle.

The exposed Originium crystals and scars on Keobai's body prove the authenticity of this sentence.

During her long wandering, Kiobe had long been accustomed to killing people, which was her capital for survival.

"Throw it in."

The undead opened the bag, and Ceob threw his head into the black cloth bag. Then he turned around, took a piece of relatively clean clothes from the corpse, and began to wipe his weapons.

This is the first thing Kyobe does to clean up after every battle.

She instinctively relies on her weapon partners and has a very strong obsession with various weapons.

Even eating comes after weapon cleaning!

After Kyobe finished cleaning the blood stains on the weapon, he rolled the weapon in the snow again, melted the ice and snow with Originium technology, and cleaned these guys.

Kyobe returned to the undead man, and she looked at the weapons behind the undead man.

That was an extremely huge weapon that had long gone beyond the scope of a sword.

Her instinctive love for weapons made her stare at it involuntarily after seeing the undead wielding this giant sword, unable to let go of her eyes.

"You like it?"

The undead man naturally noticed the look in Keob's eyes.

"Um!"

Keobe was not shy about showing her affection, and she looked towards the undead.

"But! It's an immortal weapon! So, I can't steal it!"

Boom!

"Woo!"

The undead man knocked Keobai's head, and Keobei shook his shoulders and blinked subconsciously.

The ears on her head also twitched, and then she looked at the undead man with puzzled eyes.

Even if the undead man knew that Kyobe's eyes meant questioning, in his opinion, the eyes looked more and more dull.

"Even if it belongs to someone else, you can't steal it."

The immortals tried to teach Kiobe the common sense of life.

The immortals who have seen the prosperity of Casimir have already had a rough understanding of the situation on this continent.

Keobe's very primitive ideas undoubtedly need to be educated if she wants to adapt to current civilization.

"No, grab it."

"Why, can't you rob?"

As the undead man spoke, the doubts in Kyobe's eyes became more and more serious.

"There were many people who wanted to rob Keobei, but they couldn't!"

She said in a simple and proud tone.

"Ceobe, beat them all away!"

It was obvious that someone had extended their greed to the girl during her wanderings. But they didn't know the danger hidden in the girl's body.

This also led Kiobe to form the concept that if he wanted something, he would go to someone to steal it, and if he grabbed it, it would be his own.

After hearing this, the undead man fell into silence for a moment.

Then, he stretched out his hand and knocked Keob on the head.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

Kyobe shrugged her shoulders again, blinked her eyes, and dropped her ears.

"Because, bad guys, steal things."

The immortal explained to Kyobe in the most understandable way for her.

"Good people don't steal things."

"oh."

Kyobe nodded, and it seemed that she also realized that anyone who wanted to steal her things was a bad person.

The undead man pointed at Keobei.

"So, Ceob is not a bad person."

"Ceobo, fight the bad guys!"

Ceob raised the ax in his right hand and cheered with joy.

"Ceobe is a good man!"

"Therefore, Keobai, do not rob."

the immortal asked.

"Yes or no?"

"Um!"

Kyobe showed a happy smile, and she nodded heavily, already understanding what the undead meant.

"Keobei is a good person, so don't rob him!"

"right."

The undead man nodded with satisfaction, finally letting Keob understand that he couldn't steal people's things.

After cheering, Kyobe still looked at the giant sword behind the undead man with curiosity and interest.

The eyes hidden behind the helmet saw the desire on Keob's face.

"Want to try?"

"think!"

Keob stared at the undead, his eyes wide open, and even his tail began to sway from side to side.

This is Kiobe's way of expressing joy and desire.

The undead man took the giant sword from behind with his right hand and held it horizontally in the air.

Since Kyobe wants to try it, let her try it. It won't be a big deal anyway.

"Hand, stretch out."