Ark of the Immortal

The more people pay attention to his game, the more excited people are to discover that this fighter seems to be insulated from failure, and not even a single game has shown signs of decline.

He is the embodiment of invincibility, the word battle itself, and an undefeated existence.

Withdrawing his gaze from the sky, the undead man looked at the warrior standing in front of him, waiting for a long time.

The warrior's attire was still as he remembered it.

A sharp hat and a weather-beaten sword.

The only difference is that this time, his armor and cloak are intact and no longer stained by the black traces of the abyss.

Neither of them spoke, as if they saw each other and fell into short memories.

The undead man never thought that he could see them again, and the person in front of him was probably the captain who put him to the test back then.

Although their uniforms were the same, only the captain stood at the end of the battle.

Where does the story begin?

As the Immortal embarked on his second journey, he met many people.

Among them, what impressed him deeply were the friends who met him, and naturally there were also the enemies who blocked him.

Everyone's purpose is pure, and they are constantly clearing away obstacles on the road in the direction they want to go.

Therefore, there will always be people who are contrary to your own goals.

The undead man has killed many people, and he has also taken away the lives of many kings, bringing their firewood back to the fire sacrificial site and opening the way to the initial furnace.

Before this, all he had heard was that the salary kings were unwilling to return to the throne and inherit the flame. Because of this, Chu Huo fell into decline and had to ring the big bell of the Fire Sacrifice, calling the ashes turned into ancient heroic spirits to be reborn and go to defeat the King of Fire.

But the first salary king he met was different from what he imagined.

When the undead crossed the road full of corpses and arakkoa, and fought their way out of the muddy swamp.

What he encountered was a trial, a trial for the undead.

He had to light three bonfires before he could open the door to see King Xin.

However, when he tried his best to fight his way out of the devastated Gurus, what he saw was a tall, temple-like fortress.

The being he was about to hunt was not sitting on the throne, waiting for his arrival, as he thought.

The undead heard the sound of weapons clashing.

It was a dull crashing sound that passed through the thick wall and solid iron door, and reached the undead man's ears dimly.

He didn't understand, could there be Ashes who had come here before him?

So, he opened the door.

An unexpected situation.

The fortress that was supposed to be like the throne of King Xin did not have solemn and respectful carvings. Instead, it was more like a tomb for burial.

And in this palace hall, dozens of corpses fell to the ground crookedly.

Countless large swords were held in the hands of corpses wearing the same attire.

And the two people who were still standing were confronting each other with the same weapons.

When the undead man walked in, he happened to see one of them block the attack of the other with a knife in his left hand, and a sword penetrated his heart and pinned him to the ground.

Pressing the other's chest with his knee, he slowly pulled out the sword in his right hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, the warrior, who was wearing a pointy hat and whose light armor was completely corroded by the black unknown substance, turned around and looked at the undead man in silence.

The Frank Immortals are a group of heroes, but also a tragedy.

They inherited the will of the ancient heroes, practiced special swordsmanship, shared wolf blood, and swore to monitor the warriors of the abyss.

In the era when Lothric was the main body of the Kingdom of Fire, the French Undead Team almost wiped out some small countries because they discovered traces of the abyss.

Their tolerance for the Abyss is zero. In their eyes, continuing the responsibility of the First Fire is important, and suppressing the Abyss is even more important.

But those who gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into them.

Perhaps due to years of fighting against the Abyss, some members of the Immortal Team were infected by the Abyss under inexplicable circumstances and lost their minds.

Originally, the undead team killed their companions and tried to bury their bodies.

But under the influence of the abyss, these long-dead bodies stood up again and launched an attack on their companions.

Therefore, they closed the door to the abyss, connected themselves, and started a dark battle in the temple.

In this battle, no one was spared. Only one warrior who did not dare to face the outcome fled here and lost all fighting spirit.

Here, the battle never ends, and death does not mean the end, but another beginning.

The more they fought, the more rampant the abyss became. The dead corpses became the vessels carrying the abyss, and the corpses of the warriors were the nourishment for the darkness.

The companions who passed by became enemies of life and death, and the warriors who were still conscious did not hesitate to swing their swords at the companions who passed by.

No one knew how long they had been fighting, but the sound of weapons clashing in the Fortress never stopped.

The warriors who were awake didn't say anything. The swords they waved in their hands said everything.

Until a certain undead man lit three bonfires to start the induction ceremony and opened the dusty door.

Today, there are only a few soldiers who are still awake. And there was still a soldier with red light flashing in his pupils, getting up from the ground crookedly.

In front of the undead who passed the trial, the captain of the undead team once again killed his companion whose mind was swallowed by the abyss, and then turned to the undead who pushed in the door.

It's not that they don't want to pass on the flame, but they have more important things to do.

They are the King of Salaries, the Undead Team of France, and the watchers guarding the abyss.

Now, they are about to meet their end, dying at the hands of the King Hunter.

But before that, what needs to be confirmed first is naturally whether the undead man in front of him, the last member of the French Undead Team who passed the trial, has the capital to hunt himself and hunt the abyss.

Is he ready to face the darkness after killing himself?

Should they continue to guard the abyss, or should they go into the darkness with their last wishes and end everything.

Therefore, he raised the big sword in his hand towards the last team member who passed the trial in front of him.

Pointing the sword edge at the undead in front of him with his right hand, he held the knife tightly in his left hand and placed it on the forearm of his right hand, saluting solemnly.

There are no words, but it seems that he understands everything.

Memory overlapped with reality, and the warrior in front of the undead man once again raised the sword in his hand.

Now, the captain has escaped the shackles of the abyss and is waiting for the next battle in this holy object.

Fortunately, he was able to face the player in front of him again.

This time, he no longer used his irrational abyss body to attack him like a mad dog.

Instead, he solemnly saluted him with the undead team salute and asked for a reciprocal battle.

Different from the last time they met, this time, the undead man was no longer silent.

He once accepted his identity as the last member of the Undead Team, and in the days that followed, he regarded the crusade against the Abyss as his responsibility.

The immortal handed the short sword from his right hand to his left hand and was holding the sword.

Then he took off the big sword from behind with his right hand.

He also responded to the warrior in front of him with the same solemn Undead Team Ceremony.

Although the two have different armors and different weapons.

But using exactly the same ancient etiquette.

Even the way of holding weapons is exactly the same.

This is an act of respect between warriors and is the highest recognition.

The undead man wants to tell the soldiers in front of him that he has never forgotten the responsibilities and ideals they entrusted to him.

Even now, I have never let go.

At this time, the audience watching the game outside the court seemed to feel the inexplicable atmosphere between them.

The originally noisy auditorium suddenly became completely silent.

Everyone looked seriously at the two warriors saluting each other on the altar.

Melanza clenched the straight knife in her hand, and Maria hugged her shield. The two of them looked at the stage without daring to blink.

The Levantine in Shirter's hand exuded a fiery temperature, but it was as quiet as if it was asleep.

Wenstein folded his hands on his chest, his eyes solemn as never before. Of course he had heard of the legend of the Farlan Undead Team, and he probably knew what kind of battle this was.

Here, they both ignore each other's current identity.

The captain is not a heroic spirit, and the immortal is not a hero.

They were just two noble warriors longing for a pure fight.

They wanted to bring a perfect end to the battle filled with regrets countless hours ago.

So, before the next wind blew, their bodies moved almost simultaneously.

They all swung the swords originally held in front of them to the right side of their bodies.

The tip of the sword hangs to the ground, while the legs are slightly bent, and the left hand is tightened inwards.

In a daze, people only saw two shadows disappearing from the spot, and the next moment, the sound of the collision of weapons reached their ears.

Boom!

There was a dull sound, and the shadows disappearing in place were entangled like a spiral.

The two men's swords plowed the ground into two identical dents.

Led by the high-speed moving body, the sword tip pulled out a sharp sword light from bottom to top and collided together.

The sword blade collided with the sword blade, and the two figures were separated at the touch, and they jumped back one step at the same time.

The undead man turned around and turned the sword with his right hand, spinning it in a full circle before pulling out his arm and slashing forward.

Boom!

There was another dull sound of weapons clashing.

The captain chose the exact same move as the undead to respond to the undead's attack, and their bodies once again swung sideways at the same time.

Then he took out the dagger in his left hand.

The left daggers of the two men were like cunning poisonous snakes, protruding from completely unexpected angles, rushing forward with their bodies, and striking at each other's chest at the same time.

And next, everyone has their own reaction.

The undead man chose to return his hand and press down, blocking the captain's dagger in front of his chest. He then raised the sword in his right hand lightly and slashed towards the side of the captain with one sword.

The captain also retracted his dagger in time and placed it on his side, just enough to block the undead man's sword, while he pulled out the sword in his right hand.

Along the ash-filled ground, a violent plume of dust was raised, flying into the air along with the petals scattered on the ground.

Ding!

The short sword from the blood thorn in his left hand was held by the undead man in his forehand and blocked in front of him, blocking the captain's sword that was like a surprise attack.

Responding to the huge force of the collision, the undead man flipped backwards in the air.

After adjusting an angle in the air, his body landed again.

At this time, he was stuck to the ground, with only the toes of his feet touching the ground, and his left hand sank into the ground paved with ashes.

The sword held in his right hand was still lying in the air beside him.

As his hind legs exerted force at the same time, his whole body was like a vicious giant wave, rushing forward to bite.

When he was about to reach the captain, the short knife in his left hand was like the claws of a giant wolf, sinking deeply into the ground.

The entire body of the person uses the short sword inserted into the ground in his left hand as a fulcrum. His body seems to be flying close to the ground. He pulls the big sword in his right hand and pulls it in front of him from the extreme right side.

A perfect huge arc, like a flash of wolf fangs, sliced ​​close to the ground towards the warrior in front of him.

On the other side, facing this slash, the captain did not panic.

He first jumped back and managed to dodge the sword blade that struck his legs at the extreme distance.

Then, his body became like a powerful giant wolf.

He turned his body over in the air and held the end of the hilt of the sword with his right hand.