Ark of the Immortal

Don't retreat! He can't hold on any longer!

Brothers, don't retreat! His armor is almost broken!

Countless wounds appeared constantly on the undead.

If his body was still similar to that in his broken memories, those powers that only existed in legends and stories would not be in the current situation if they still existed.

Although the undead man has gradually recalled his past memories since he woke up and regained some of his authority.

But in the face of modern swords and military-trained enemies, they are ultimately inferior.

Another heavy hammer hit the undead man on the back while he was defending against a frontal attack.

The shattered fragments of the armor pierced into the body, and the impact of the heavy hammer also caused the undead to stumble forward.

The thunder and lightning on the blade of his right hand also paused momentarily, and could no longer hold up.

He's crooked! He's crooked!

He can't hold it anymore! Kill him!

The powerful fighting power and formidable will in turn make the despicable people feel fear.

They shouted, dragging the white jade into the mud.

A spear pierced out from the enemy formation and smashed the undead's knees.

A long sword was slashed from behind the undead man, cutting open his exposed withered flesh.

A heavy hammer hits the undead man in front of his eyes, and his helmet will completely disintegrate under this blow!

The undead raised his already broken shield and stood firmly in front of him.

He watched as the heavy hammer came down in front of him, and the lines on the hammer's surface were clearly visible.

You can imagine what would happen if this heavy hammer hit your head.

After this death, when will you wake up again?

At this moment, the immortal thought of this problem easily.

Death, to him, is nothing but a deep sleep.

What needs to be done has been done.

The promises made have also been fulfilled.

He successfully brought this armor to the highest stage.

But while he is sleeping, Casimir will still be squeezed out of his remaining value by despicable people in their evil laughter.

pity.

The undead lowered his eyes and calmly faced his impending death.

laugh...

It was at this time that he seemed to hear something.

It was a small voice that sounded from his body.

It was like a spark flying to the sawdust, like a match rubbing against the box.

It was the awakened flame, the ignited ember.

A great hero, since the long night of sleep.

Open eyes.

Looking at the undead man who had been strangled to death on the screen, several old people on the upper floors of the Business Alliance Building smiled.

Okay, now all the problems have been solved, we just have to wait and wait patiently.

The one-eyed old man waved and asked the attendant behind him to bring him a glass of wine.

The white-haired old man also raised his wine glass.

Isn't it just a champion? As long as there are less independent knights who jump out for honor out of nowhere, all the champions will be their own.

Of course, the most important thing is not the championship, but the naming, advertisements, and other countless publicity opportunities and activities that come with the championship.

No matter who you are, in the Business Alliance, you have to become a tool to make money, without exception!

And anyone who tries to take advantage of them is just in vain.

To Casimir.

The two cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

They looked at each other with smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the ending.

Boom!

But at this moment, a thunder exploded!

The wine glasses in everyone's hands fell to the ground, and they were so frightened that they let go of their hands.

Those with dirty hearts are not qualified to hold the wine of victory.

What happened?!

they shouted in panic.

But outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and there was no trace of dark clouds gathering.

No one noticed that the sunlight coming in from the narrow window almost solidified at this moment.

It is to cast its gaze and clear away the filth in the world.

ah!!

The attendant screamed in panic and pointed at the picture on the screen.

He He!!

As a result, everyone turned their dirty eyes to the screen and looked at the hero who should have been terminated.

Lightning and thunder raged, and fire rose from the sky.

The radiance cast by the sun burns away the despicable ones who dare to approach those whom He cares for.

The weapon inserted in the wound disintegrated, as if the essence of existence was also worn away.

Flesh and blood regenerated in an instant, and fire and glory ignited from the unknown hero.

The undead knelt on his knees, looking blankly at the ground.

According to the oath of the ancient warrior, a figure shining like gold comes to the victim.

The great hero left behind the legend of the Sun Warrior, but his original existence disappeared in the long river.

But no one knows that the body of a great hero has been used as fuel to continue the glory of the world, a feat that even the sun cannot accomplish.

Time goes by, but the scorching sun never changes.

He has brought fire to burn the difficulties ahead!

He summoned thunder and lightning to illuminate the endless night!

He comes to help the people He cares for!

Just like the prophecy passed down from ancient times

But if the unknown hero abandons his sword and shield, it will be like a golden sun rising from the fire.

That's not the flame itself, it's the broken past buried and eroded by the sand of the journey.

“Fire and thunder are lifted up to wash away with blood the filth that defile nobility.”

He will fight and fight and he will win after victory.

Today, the blockade spans the long river of time.

The boundless phantom from the broken past reappears in the new generation!

The great hero extended his right hand to the unknown hero who was kneeling on the ground.

Why do you look so discouraged? Don't be as lazy as that Oscar guy. Break time is over, old friend.

He chuckled and spoke in a voice as warm as the sun.

It's time to fight!

57. Praise the sun! Seven thousand

Hey! Hey!! Wake up!

The undead opened his eyes.

The sky is like night, and the surrounding environment is like the bottom of an abyss.

He raised his head blankly. The sky was pitch black and there was nothing there, as if someone had covered the sky with a black cloth.

And in this darkness, there was a small bonfire.

An old sword was stuck on the bonfire, and sparks flew everywhere as it was burned by the flames.

He pushed himself up to sit up from the ground, and the armor on his body made a clanking sound. It was not the crisp sound that could be made by the collision of steel, but like the collision and friction of hard carapace and scales.

If I hadn't known that you would never give up at this time, I would have thought that you would turn into a living corpse.

There was a sound beside him, and the undead man looked over. It was a man wearing chain armor.

Golden hair covers a resolute face that is as carved as a sword.

He was holding a simple sword in his hand and was wiping it with cloth.

And lying next to him was a sun pattern that was exactly the same as his chest.

It was a sun he had painted on it himself, and it was as crude as his equipment.

Ordinary long swords, ordinary iron bucklers, and ordinary chain armor.

What's wrong? You just woke up and haven't recovered yet? Why are you staring at me?

The man looked at the undead man, and the smile on his face made the undead man's emotions calm down in an instant.

It's just that I'm a little tired.

The undead rubbed his eyes and let out a long breath.

So, when did you arrive?

The undead don't need rest, but he temporarily stopped at the door of the end.

He made a pact with his friends to bear the burden with them.

Thanks to you, I set off not long after you left.

The Sun Warrior seemed to be very satisfied with his long sword. After wiping it with a cloth several times, he looked at it several times.

Tell me, should I also draw a sun on the sword?

Hmm...I don't know.

The undead was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked.

Do you still believe in the sun?

The friend in front of me saw the true form of what he had always believed in on his way to the destination of the undead.

He traveled throughout the entire continent of Lordland just to find the true sun.

But what he saw made the faith in his heart collapse in an instant.

Those sunworms that have long since become stiff leave meaningless bodies and show their original appearance to the believers who come to see them.

He put down his sword, threw away his shield, and cried loudly in front of his faith.

The undead stood silently behind him for a long time until the man became quieter.

He allowed himself to go ahead and do what was meant to be done.

So the undead put on his sword and shield and headed towards the end of the journey.

The undead man thought that the Sun Knight would be depressed by this.