Ark of the Immortal

The physical skills that this warrior was good at could not be used at all when one of his arms was missing.

The blade in Melanza's hand easily cut through the armor on his body, tearing the flesh apart bit by bit.

Finally, the blade pierced the solid helmet and penetrated the back of the head and the bridge of the nose.

In the wordless silence, the warrior's body turned into fly ash and sparks, impregnating the blade that pierced his body, and gradually transmitted it to Melanza's body.

Melanza only felt a strange heat flowing back into her body along the blade.

Unlike the last time he fought with the expert, the burning feeling in his body did not appear again. Instead, he felt as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

Those little sparks left traces on Melanza's body, leaving traces on her clothes and weapons that flowed like lava.

Melanza only felt that the physical strength she had consumed in the battle returned to her body in an instant.

Not only that, just opening your arms makes you feel more powerful, and when you look into the darkness beside you, it becomes clearer.

It took Melanza some time to adapt to this strange sense of increased strength.

The end of this battle also allowed Melanza's tense spirit to relax a little.

After looking around, she finally found a huge iron gate in the opposite direction to where she came from.

There is no handle on the iron door, nor any mechanism-like structure.

Melanza put the straight knife back to her waist. She came to the iron door and tried to press her hands on the iron door with gentle pressure.

Melanza was surprised to find that she could actually push the door open.

With a rough and hoarse creak, the iron door was slowly pushed open.

What appeared in front of Melanza was the still darkness, countless tombstones, and long-dried corpses leaning against the tombstones.

And in such a gloomy and strange environment, a dry voice slowly sounded from Melantha's side.

"Is there any Ashes waking up at this time?"

The voice was serious and serious, with a little regret.

"It's a pity that the flame has been extinguished and you are late."

Melanza subconsciously stretched out her hand to draw the knife. But this voice made Melanza feel vaguely familiar.

She should have heard it, not long ago.

"Who are you..."

Melanza turned her head and saw the figure leaning against the stone.

There was an extremely long tachi tied around his waist. The length made one wonder whether he could pull the blade out of the scabbard.

As for his attire, Melantha immediately overlapped with the figure in her memory.

The tattered clothes only covered the vital parts of his body, but the skin on his body showed no scars at all.

"Mr. Expert?!"

That's right, the people waiting here are the experts who appeared in the previous undead competition.

"?" The expert raised his eyes and glanced at Melanza, as if he didn't expect it to be Melanza.

"Looks familiar...little girl?"

He was stunned for a while, and then looked at Melanza from beginning to end, and then he was sure that she was the girl he was fighting against.

"You...ah, were you attracted by the last flame?"

The expert felt the familiar power of fire and nodded slightly as he looked at the lava surging on Melantha's body.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Although she was a little confused about the long absence from the experts, Melanza continued to communicate with the experts and tried to figure out her current situation.

After Melanza explained her situation, the expert extracted some key points from a bunch of words that she didn't understand.

"Undead Competition... Did you come here not long after that battle... Sure enough, time has already started to become chaotic. I should have thought of it."

The expert covered his head and shook his head. It seemed like he was also troubled by something.

After Melantha finished talking about her situation, she remained silent and did not mean to disturb the expert's thinking.

After the expert thought for a while, he said to Melanza in front of him.

"It really surprises me that you can come here. You shouldn't have any contact with us originally... okay. After all, you are his disciple, so it makes sense that you can find this place."

The expert's originally cold and ruthless temperament, after communicating with Melanza with swords, the girl in front of him became slightly softer.

This is the prerogative of warriors and warriors.

"When I met you, I was wondering if there was a possibility. Now that you can come here smoothly, it also means that the goal we are pursuing should have indeed succeeded."

Although Melantha was not the person the expert wanted to wait for, being able to see Melantha here gave him some comfort.

"Well... if I have to forcefully explain, it might be a little troublesome and you won't understand. I'll take you to the sacrificial hall to have a rest first."

He pointed to the road ahead.

Melanza could only see little sparks in her sight, and thick fog and darkness enveloped everything.

From the position of the spark, one could vaguely tell that it should be a huge building.

"There is a respected lady inside who should be able to answer your questions."

Following the expert along the muddy path, the broken stone bricks on the road gradually sank into the soil under Melanza's feet.

After walking for a few minutes, Melanza finally arrived in front of this huge building.

Many ownerless weapons were leaning against the overgrown gate.

There were also silent warriors resting against the high wall.

After seeing the expert coming, some of them nodded to the expert to show respect, and then cast curious eyes on Melanza.

"go in."

After walking into the door under the guidance of experts, Melanza's figure slowly disappeared in the faint firelight.

Seeing Melanza walking into the sacrificial site, the warriors who were sitting next to the high wall all looked at the experts.

"It seems that it's not just me, but you all can smell her scent."

The expert suppressed his excitement. He had not experienced such mood swings for a long time.

"Maybe the future she talks about really exists."

...

Just after Melanza walked into the sacrificial site, the first thing she saw was five balls of fire slowly appearing in front of her eyes.

The firelight seemed to be shrouded by a cover, and only a faint light could pass through the cover, looming in Melanza's eyes.

And when Melanza gradually got closer, she saw clearly that these turned out to be five huge thrones.

And it's underground between the five thrones and Melantha's high platform.

A round royal weapon stood there, and there was something like a charcoal fire, with red firelight shining in it.

Before Melanza could take a closer look, she heard a voice.

This voice is gentle and quiet, like coming from a mother's arms, and it is intoxicating.

And Melanza had already heard this voice countless times in her dreams.

"This is a sacrificial site whose flames have been extinguished long ago. What do you want to get from here?"

Melanza turned around subconsciously, and for the first time she really saw the woman.

She was wearing a robe similar to that of a Minoan priest, and her white hair was draped down her shoulders. Under the faint light of the fire, she showed a golden-like nobility.

And when she bent her legs and sat elegantly on the steps surrounding the royal vessel, she could relax from her tension just by looking at it.

Melanza asked with some uncertainty.

"Miss?"

The woman sitting on the steps has her mouth slightly open.

After a brief moment of shock, she closed her lips and formed a soft smile.

"It seems you know me, kid. We've already met, right?"

374. A gift for a good boy

"We've met... I guess."

Melanza nodded uncertainly.

In such a dream, even if her senses are very clear, she will still retain strong perception after waking up.

But she couldn't tell whether that dream was true or false.

However, being able to see this lady here shows that such a dream is definitely not a dream that Melantha can have by herself.

With that level of clarity, such unfamiliar scenes appeared in my mind one by one.

It wasn't until she saw the lady in front of her that she suddenly realized that those dreams were actually real.

"There is no need to doubt that if we had not met before, you would never have spoken to me in such words."

She smiled, and the smile on her lips made Melanza's alarm gradually dissipate.

"Come over here and sit down."

The lady patted the steps beside her, leaving traces of dust on her hands. Even Melanza would sigh a pity unconsciously after seeing it.

It seemed as if just being stained with dust on her body would make people feel that her nobility was tarnished.

"I..."

Melanza hesitated, and the lady seemed to notice her hesitation.

She faced Melanza, opened her mouth slightly and said.

"Speaking of which, he used to sit here too. Don't you want to experience what this feels like?"

Although she didn't say who the "he" in her mouth was. But Melanza relied on her keen intuition to understand this existence.

He originally opened his mouth and moved it up and down, but finally closed it obediently, walked to the lady's side, and sat down carefully.

Next to the lady's side, Melanza naturally smelled a strange fragrance.

Like a flower slightly roasted by flames, heat and elegance are intertwined on the tip of Melantha's nose at the same time, just like the appearance of the lady beside her.

Warmth, tranquility, and a bit nihilistic, making it impossible for people to grasp her essence.

"May I have your name?"

Just when Melanza was thinking about how to communicate, the lady spoke first.

"Melanza."

Melanza responded.

"and you?"

"You can call me... the fire girl. I have forgotten my previous name, and even I can't recall it."

Only then did Melanza notice that the lady was wearing an eyepatch with complex patterns on her face, covering her eyes.

No wonder Melantha didn't feel any sight.

However, as if aware of Melanza's gaze, the fire girl raised her slender fingers and lightly touched her eye patch.

"Are you curious?"

"Ah...no...sorry."

Melanza didn't know if that was an offense. If the fire girl really wears the blindfold because of some stubborn disease, then her behavior must be troublesome to her.

The fire girl didn't hold anyone accountable for this, she just stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Melanza's head.

That soft palm was completely different from the generosity Melanza had felt before, but she could feel almost the same love and pity from it.

"What a polite boy, but you don't have to be so reserved."

the lady said softly.