Ark Undead

As a result, Enya locked herself in her room, and the old man remained silent for a long time.

Although Enya believed that her brother was only asking her to do things she didn't want to do for the sake of her status as a saint.

But Horn Peak had a vague idea of ​​the inside story about this matter.

The master's request was by no means to disregard Enya's wishes and gamble her safety for wealth and glory.

The moment the young lady was chosen as the chosen saint, the entire Shivaish family was pushed to the brink of despair.

This was a trap set by the Three Races Council in conjunction with the Manju Academy against the Shivaish family, and also a deadly move against the Kalan Trade established by the lord.

Cliff Peak wanted to explain everything to Miss. But the Master explicitly told Cliff Peak that he and Enya were forbidden from discussing this matter with the other young lady.

He did not want his family to be involved in these conspiracies related to their hometown.

Therefore, looking at Enya at this moment, Cliff Peak sighed, not knowing how to start a conversation.

Perhaps, only when the master truly avenges himself will Enya understand his good intentions.

"You can leave it there."

Enya spoke to the Horn Peak, her voice soft but carrying an air that left the Horn Peak no room for refusal.

"Thank you for your hard work, Horn Peak. I'll eat later."

"Yes."

Horn left Enya's room with a sense of helplessness.

I hope she will actually eat it.

68. Hello! Powerful!

The massive blade slammed into the spine from behind, tearing through the back muscles and pushing the entire spine out of its original position.

The broken spine tore through the flesh along the edge of the heart, pushing the skin open from the very center of the chest to reveal the bloody spine itself.

The gray-white armored figure gripped the sword hilt with both hands, exerted force with his legs, and propelled his upper body along his waist. In a split second, he used his arms to tear the enemy's body apart from the side of his chest, using the sword hilt as leverage.

It was as if a red rain of blood was falling, and his entire upper body was broken in two. The spine that originally supported his body and maintained his shape had been completely divided into three segments.

Warm blood mixed with the snow at low temperatures, forming crimson ice crystals.

The bounty target was still trying to breathe. But his completely ruptured lungs could not provide him with any means of breathing. He watched helplessly as his spine hung outside his body, and in fear and resentment, he gradually lost the ability to think.

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

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the massive sword blade plunged diagonally into the ground, embedding itself deep into the frozen soil.

The immortal released his right hand, temporarily setting aside his weapon, and came to the corpse's side, extending both hands.

Hiss!

The action of tearing off the head was as easy as tearing cloth; all that could be heard was the sound of muscle being ripped apart.

The upper spine and head are still connected, and the mouth is wide open, as if it is about to cry out in pain, telling of its suffering and hardship.

But the souls under his command didn't have that opportunity, so he wouldn't have that opportunity either.

The immortal tore off the blood-stained spine from under his head, leaving only the head as evidence to be used to eliminate the target, and threw it into the cloth belt tied around his waist.

He returned to his weapon, used his magical fire to melt the snow near the blade, cleaned the bloodstains from the weapon, and then sheathed it.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the young Pero warriors also defeated their enemies.

She was only facing accomplices of her target.

Even so, the guys who can run a plundering business in Shelag are no ordinary people.

But Kroos's spear had already pierced the man's head, creating a huge, bloody hole.

With his foot on the head, he pulled out his spear and searched for the figure of the Undead.

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

The scene is full of discord.

"This way."

The Undead clapped his hands, attracting Kroos's attention.

When Kroos saw the Undead, he imitated the Undead, using his axe to chop off the head that had already been pierced with a large hole. Then, grabbing the hair and carrying the head, he went to the Undead's side.

"good."

The Undead murmured in admiration; Kroos's performance had exceeded his expectations.

This girl, who skillfully uses her instincts to fight, has almost perfectly integrated Originium Arts into her battles.

The eerie glow emanating from the spears and swords, whether icy or blazing, testified to Kroos's masterful Originium Arts. This power was valuable even to the undead.

Every attack was aimed at the vital points, aiming to defeat the enemy in one blow.

This must have been a habit she developed during her years of wandering. After all, if you hold back against your enemies, you'll be the one who pays the price in the end.

However, the only drawback was that Kroos's offense lacked a bit of structure; he simply relied on his instincts to attack and hadn't learned any better offensive or defensive strategies.

Even so, Maria, as an undead disciple, would find it difficult to withstand Kroos's attacks.

Of course, this is also because the Undead haven't yet developed her adaptability to magic. If Maria could skillfully use miracles and sword and shield, her combat ability would only surpass that of Ceobe.

But for Kroos, it was already quite remarkable that a girl of this age possessed such combat abilities.

Suffering is the source of resistance.

The exposed Originium crystals and scars on Kroos's body prove the truth of this statement.

During her long years of wandering, Kroos had become accustomed to killing; it was her means of survival.

"Throw it in."

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

This was the first cleanup task that Kroos did after each battle.

She instinctively relies on her weapon companions and has a very strong obsession with all kinds of weapons.

Even eating comes after clearing out weapons!

After Kroos cleaned the bloodstains off the weapons, he rolled them in the snow again, using Originium Arts to melt the snow and clean the guys.

Kroos returned to the Undead's side and looked at the weapons behind him.

That weapon was enormous, far exceeding the category of a sword.

Her instinctive love for weapons made her unable to look away from the undead wielding the greatsword, unable to look away from it.

"You like it?"

The Undead naturally noticed Kroos's gaze.

"Ok!"

Kroos was not ashamed to express her affection; she looked at the undead.

"However! It's an undead weapon! So, I can't steal it!"

Boom!

"Waaah!"

The Undead tapped Kroos on the head, and Kroos shrugged and blinked unconsciously.

Her ears twitched, and she looked at the undead with a puzzled expression.

Even if the Undead knew that Kroos's gaze meant a question, to him, the longer he looked at that gaze, the more blank it seemed.

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

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

Having witnessed the prosperity of Kazimierz, the undead already had a general understanding of the situation on this continent.

For Kroos's primitive ideas to adapt to modern civilization, she undoubtedly needs to be educated.

"No, we can't steal it."

"Why can't we just rob it?"

As the Undead spoke, the doubt in Kroos's eyes grew deeper.

"Many people wanted to steal Kroos, but they failed!"

She spoke in a simple yet proud tone.

"Keopatra, drive them all away!"

It was clear that during the girl's wanderings, some people had taken advantage of her. But they were unaware of the danger lurking within her.

This led to Kroos developing the idea that if you want something, you should go and steal it from someone, and once you steal it, it's yours.

After listening, the immortal fell silent for a moment.

Then he reached out and tapped Kroos on the head.

Boom!

"Ow!"

Kroos shrugged again, blinked, and drooped his ears.

"Because bad people steal things."

The immortal explained it to Kroos in the way she could most easily understand.

"Good people don't steal things."

"Oh."

Kroos nodded, seemingly realizing that anyone trying to steal from her was a bad person.

The immortal pointed at Ceobe.

"So, Kroos is not a bad person."