Ark of the Immortal

Morton glanced back at the basement door.

The priests at the door must still be waiting to find a way for her and Miss Maria to leave safely...

However, just as Morton finished speaking, a voice sounded from the basement door.

Don't worry, everyone, there is no problem with Miss Melanza and Miss Maria, the Sun Chaser Knight.

I saw a priest wearing a gray gilt robe walking into the basement, and she took off her hood.

This is the choice of a sacred object. What's more, they are inextricably related to Mr. Battle Knight.

Melantha recognized it immediately.

Isn't this the high priest of Akroti Village, Miss Pallas?

Miss Pallas, do you know what happened?

Melantha was a little confused. If she really came in through abnormal channels, judging from her tone, could it be that Miss Pallas pulled them in?

Pallas shook his head.

Everything is a choice of holy objects. I just listened to the oracle. Miss Melantha, don't worry. If you and Miss Maria can walk out of the fog door safely, it means that your mission has been completed.

The four sober people fell into silence, each thinking in their minds.

Only Melanza asked after a short silence.

Where's the teacher?

He hasn't come out yet.

Skadi said.

That's why we find it strange. Your teacher didn't come out, but you and Miss Maria appeared from here.

In other words, when everyone came out, only the undead man was still inside and did not appear. Instead, his two disciples walked out of the fog door.

But Melanza's intuition told her that this was not surprising.

And, she wasn't worried at all.

Reaching out and patting her cheek, Melanza felt that her condition was a little abnormal.

It's like... this is what was supposed to happen.

Dear Priest Pallas, I have a question.

Morton saluted Pallas respectfully.

Pallas nodded.

Morton, the hero who defeated the heroic spirit, please ask, I will try my best to answer all your questions.

Sacred object, what exactly is it?

Morton expressed his doubts clearly.

Why is this the process of seeing the holy relics? But in fact, we did not see the holy relics after we entered. Instead, it was still a battle, an endless battle.

Everyone focused their attention on Priest Pallas in front of them.

This is something they all feel puzzled about. Because according to the so-called process, they should have seen the holy objects and obtained relevant opportunities.

But now, not even the shadow of the holy object is seen.

We don't want so-called rewards. To be honest, the rewards for defeating the heroic spirits are enough.

Bloodthorn's gaze gradually turned cold as he looked at Pallas.

However, our friend is still inside, and two of his disciples have also appeared here inexplicably. Moreover, you seem to know some inside stories.

Bloodthorn’s words definitely came from his heart.

Even the way Skadi looked at Pallas gradually became more wary.

Morton frowned slightly. He didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark. What's more, the one who hasn't come out yet is also the warrior he longs for.

Everyone, please be patient.

Pallas smiled slightly. As a priest, she definitely had a good aura.

First of all, seeing the holy relic itself is just the name of the process. What you will see after entering the fog gate is not ours to decide. We are just priests serving the holy relic, so how can we control the holy relic?

Besides, Mr. Battle Knight is definitely not in danger. He is here to take away what belongs to him, not to undergo a trial. All of us priests know this.

Besides, at this time yesterday, Mr. Battle Knight also helped the high priest stabilize the condition of the holy objects. He must have his own reasons for staying inside.

Pallas saw the heroes in front of her looking wary of the undead. She didn't feel offended, but couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

As expected of him.

As for what the sacred object is, you are already the heroes who have participated in the meeting of the sacred object, so there is no harm in telling you.

Pallas didn't seem to care that the relic was leaked.

There are two kinds of sacred objects enshrined by our Minos. One of them is a broken spiral sword blade. It emits heat all the time, and no one can fathom the power contained in it.

Speaking of the spiral sword, the three people except Morton were stunned for a moment.

They also remembered the bonfires that the undead would always light in their resting places.

In the bonfire, there is always a long sword with the blade twisted into a spiral shape.

As for the other thing.

Palazzo paused and she said slowly.

It's a badge.

Melanza's body suddenly tensed up.

badge? !

376. The foreseen future

If you are interested in Minoan history, you can go and read it in the National Library.

Pallas continued.

The goddess we worship brought a sword and established this country with a hero-themed culture.

Of course, time has taken away life. Now there is only a broken blade and a slightly worn badge.

However, the holy object has its own thinking, and it constantly tells its mission to the outside world. It is the duty of our priests to decipher the secrets of the sacred object and follow the guidance of the oracle.

When Blood Thorn heard this, he reacted.

In other words, Mr. Battle Knight?

Um.

Pallas nodded. The few people in front of him were all heroes recognized by the holy objects.

What's more, there are disciples of Mr. Knight Knight among them, so there is no need to hide this matter.

As early as when I was in Akroti, I had private communication with Mr. Battle Knight. After confirming his identity as the divine envoy, everything became much clearer.

Pallas looked past the bodies of several people and looked at the fog door behind them.

This immortal competition is to find the true envoy of the gods. The heroes in the oracle will take away the dusty holy relics and bring a new future to Minos.

In other words, the immortal is the hero who will definitely appear in the oracle.

So, don't worry, everyone. If Miss Melanza and Miss Maria, who are related to Mr. Battle Knight, can be selected by the holy object, there will naturally be a reason for it.

Pallas looked at Melantha and cast a reassuring look.

I believe in you, and I hope you can believe in the Temple of Heroes. Give Mr. Undead some time.

The four people who woke up exchanged glances. Although there are still some doubts, Minos has answered most of them.

Melanza's mind was a little confused, and she still hadn't figured out what was going on.

The scene she saw in the sacred object was somewhat special.

The badge mentioned by Pallas, as well as the goddess, gave Melanza some special guesses.

Let's go back first.

Bloodthorn said.

The immortals were not around. As the person with the highest combat power among them, Bloodthorn naturally assumed the decision-making role.

The priest is right, Mr. Undead has something to do. We should believe him.

Melanza looked back at the fog door.

If the goddess is really the elder sister, then when the teacher goes in this time, he is probably looking for the fire-related female elder sister.

For some reason, Melantha didn't feel as panicked as she did when she heard about Maria.

Teacher, you must bring your sister back safely.

Just after Melanza left, the fireless sacrificial site returned to peace.

But the fire has gone out, and it is really a luxury to hope to find a resting place in this fireless world.

For those who are still alive, they know that this is the end of the world. Only by finding the legendary scroll can we have a slim chance of surviving this endless dark age.

And there are still some people who learned the truth and some sporadic hope from the mouth of the fire girl who served the king.

Today, many of the people who are still staying at the Fire Sacrifice no longer believe in the small flame that appeared in the darkness in the story.

They know more or less in their hearts that these are just words to comfort themselves.

And only people who had some contact with that king truly understood that it was not deception.

Cormacus, you're awake.

Feeling the person next to him getting up from the ground, the old blacksmith took a mouthful of toothpaste and asked in a low voice.

How did you sleep?

It's pretty safe...the darkness after the flames disappear, that's all it's good for.

The blindfolded old man was wearing a shabby coat. He sat up from the ground, leaned against the wall behind him, and let out a long breath.

Did anything happen while I was asleep?

Hey.

An unknown laughter jumped out of the old blacksmith's mouth, and he turned his head to look at the old conjurer.

Your disciples and grandsons are here.

? The great swamp magician named Komkus didn't understand what the old blacksmith said.

He turned his head and looked at the old blacksmith with his blindfolded eyes, trying to get a response from him.

But on the other side, a female voice sounded in the darkness.

The flames have long since disappeared. Today's Rodlan is like an isolated island constantly surrounded by broken space and time. Anything can happen.

She was hiding in a small hole in the corner of the Fire Sacrifice. There were several broken candles beside her, and there were still traces of light.

But the only thing I didn't expect was that the person who came was actually the disciple of the idiot's apprentice.

Hearing this woman's words, Cormacus was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

You mean...

Before he could finish speaking, a fire light lit up on his body. The slightly turbid flame seemed to ignite everything.

Everyone knows that it is just the remnants of the past that remain to this day.

As time goes by, this will eventually burn out.

Hey, calm down, old man. Don't burn the things I brought back.

There was only one guy squatting aside and using an exaggerated tone, he moved himself a little further away from the goods placed at the Fire Transfer Sacrifice Ground.

The top of his head reflected light in the dim candlelight, and seemed to be the brightest object in the sacrificial site.

Sorry, Patch.

Cormacus controlled his emotions, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but ask the female voice in the darkness.