Ark Undead

Old Benny couldn't help but ask.

"Where did you get so much money? Don't you need to take on bounty missions to make a living?"

"I used to earn money by playing in competitions."

The Undead said, he had never had any concept of money.

He wasn't lying about that. Although Maria helped him collect the trophy and medal, as the champion of the Kazimierz Knights Tournament, he would also receive a corresponding reward commensurate with his status.

This money was delivered to the Undead by Gravel's master before they left, through Bloodblade Knight Bloodthorn.

However, because the Undead roamed the wilderness, they had no way of contacting large cities. After arriving in Sherag, Sherag was also in a relatively isolated and primitive state, and they couldn't find a place to withdraw money.

The card was kept safe by the Undead.

"I only have five million."

The Undead looked at Old Benny with great sincerity.

"Help me get up the mountain."

Old Benny opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

What? This is really difficult to operate. Are you guys making things difficult for me?

At that moment, an empty cup was handed to me.

"Delicious!"

The blond idiot abruptly interrupted the conversation again, staring wide-eyed at old Benny.

"More!"

After several more seconds of silence.

Old Benny took the cup.

He casually took the card.

"Remember to tell me the password before you go up the mountain."

...

A strong wind picked up outside the window; the strange weather in Shelag was at its worst again.

Snowflakes were blown into the house by the strong wind, but they were quickly melted into water droplets by the warm air and landed on the windowsill.

Kroos had been asleep for a long time, while the Undead sat by the campfire.

It was already late at night, and he was observing the details of the bell by the light of the campfire.

The evening's discussion ultimately ended with Old Benny's compromise.

For him, five million was a huge sum of money, enough to make him risk everything.

This also shows how valuable the immortals are.

If he had stayed in Kazimierz and accepted cooperation from any company, he could have received ten or even a hundred times the five million.

The sheer number that the Undead casually obtained already exceeded the limits that others could even imagine.

This is the capital that hangs over Kazimir.

However, the Undead's decision to go up the mountain wasn't really to help Skadi.

He had this idea when he heard Skadi say that she was going to see the mountain gods.

What the Undead are searching for now is the past, isn't it?

He collected books and searched for things related to gods along the way, all in order to uncover the hidden past deep within this world.

If there really are some gods on this mountain, that would be wonderful.

If you can hear even a single word from this so-called deity, you might make an unexpected discovery.

Therefore, even if the immortal has to fight his way up the mountain, he still has to go.

Not to mention, wouldn't it be even better if old Benny had some connections to get him up the mountain?

As for Skadi.

To be honest, the Undead just felt that there was something about this bounty hunter that was worth investigating, such as what that strange phantom was.

If he catches me doing something wrong again...

Just as he began to ponder the strange phantom again, a familiar aura entered his senses.

The undead raised its gaze from the bell in its hand and projected it onto the wall.

He could sense that something was coming.

And just as the Undead sensed, Skadi, who was in the next room, also opened her eyes from a light sleep against the wall.

Right in front of her, a wriggling object was stuck to the outside of the window.

The wooden frame was quickly dissolved by the corrosive liquid, and even the iron lock melted away, turning into a black liquid that flowed down the wall.

The unusually nimble tentacles dragged the window open outwards.

The cold air and the disgusting stench rushed into Skadi's room.

The silent bounty hunter stood up, picked up the greatsword she had been holding, and silently watched the strange creature crawl in through the window.

“Skadi…”

The sounds were nothing like those of a human. Yet the creature that crawled in definitely had a human face and appearance.

But beneath that outer shell lies an inner being that has long since been transformed into an unknown creature.

Why...do you refuse...to listen to the call?

The muffled voice sounded as if someone were speaking through a highly viscous liquid, with two oddly shaped stones stuck in their mouth, the stones even deforming their tongue.

“Come back...child...I...can't hear...rubrubrubumumm (meaningless roar)...your...voice..."

As the sound was uttered, it gradually transformed into a deeper, more profound cry and call.

It is a sound that humans should not hear. Even just catching a lingering echo is enough to make people lose their rationality and become tainted by its aura.

But Skadi didn't react violently.

Over the past few days, she has visited many places. Alone and without the call of her homeland, Skadi has felt a long-lost peace and freedom.

But she still didn't find the answer she was looking for, and yesterday she was targeted by her own kind while out hunting.

If she hadn't known she couldn't stay any longer, she wouldn't have chosen to seek out Old Benny and take such a risky step to contact the deity.

She would once again rebel against the distant, high-pitched cries from her homeland, just as she had always done.

It's not simply a rejection of the call of one's homeland, but rather an unwillingness to wallow in the false consequences and completely lose one's rationality as a human being.

So the beautiful bounty hunter raised her greatsword.

But just then, an explosion suddenly rang out behind Skadi.

A huge sword, which could hardly be called a sword, smashed through the wooden wall.

Crack!

Her nimble and swift movements allowed the beautiful bounty hunter to dodge the giant sword's sudden attack in the first instant, and also allowed her to see clearly the direction the giant sword was facing.

It's not directed at me?!

Skadi watched helplessly as the greatsword was thrown out and smashed straight into her room's window.

To be precise, it was the strangely twisting body standing in front of the window.

Oh!

First came the ear-piercing sound of flesh being torn apart. The enormous blade did not rely on its sharpness, but rather on its unparalleled strength to tear apart the originally tough skin.

But once it entered that body, all that could be heard was a strange, viscous sound of constant writhing.

Even the greatsword itself was brought to a standstill by its internal structure.

Even after the wounds are torn open, they immediately and spontaneously close together and heal quickly.

"You actually have... an accomplice?"

That distant voice rang in Skadi's ears again, and Skadi frowned.

“Skadi...you are the offspring...what power do the lambs of the land have...Skadi...Eee-ho-woo!!”

But before it could speak, intense pain caused it to lose its ability to speak for a moment.

Skadi saw it; the flames that had risen out of nowhere were reflected in her beautiful, ruby-like pupils.

Bright and blazing flames erupted from the greatsword, quickly spreading along the wound where the greatsword had penetrated to cover the entire body.

Just as she felt when she first saw the undead.

The feeling of not being burned anywhere on the body returned to the skin at that moment.

But this time, the pain wasn't as intense.

Rather than a real tactile sensation, it's more like a lingering shadow left by aftereffects.

It is a long-standing scar hidden in the blood and veins of the body.

Click!

At the same time, an arm tore open the fragile wooden wall.

Skadi also saw the armor that suddenly made her go numb.

Blazing flame patterns emerged from the seams of the armor, spreading out irregularly along the entire armor.

It was as if the armor was not an inanimate object, but a living being breathing.

Even the helmet has fiery patterns that constantly change between golden yellow and crimson red.

The burning armor smashed through the entire wall and entered another room.

His arrival ignited the original coldness, transforming it into a burning warmth.

The immortal's gaze was fixed on the twisted limbs by the window.

As he gazed at it, the strange, already scorched entity trembled violently.