Ark Undead

Yes, the first time.

The innkeeper glanced at the undead man, then at Kroos next to him, and said.

"Since the last riot by infected individuals, a special area has been established to detain them. If you see an infected person in the city or on the street, please do not hesitate to report it to the police station immediately."

His words showed absolutely no affection for the infected, a stark contrast to the innkeeper's earlier enthusiasm when speaking to the undead.

"Infected people, riots?"

The immortal caught the key information and quickly pressed for more details.

"What is that?"

"Wow, you didn't know?"

The innkeeper glanced at the undead man and said with a smile.

“Those damn infected launched an attack on Victoria a year ago, and the lower city was almost completely overrun in that incident. If it weren’t for the timely response of the police and security forces, the upper city would probably have been in trouble as well.”

Speaking of this, the hotel owner couldn't help but show a lingering fear on his face.

“I have a relative who lives in the downtown area. If he hadn’t gone to bed early that day and hadn’t been so hard to wake up, he probably would have gotten infected too.”

"Those infected attack any living person they see. I heard that many people died in the lower city overnight, and even in the upper city, in the area near the lower city, many nobles died at the hands of these scum."

The innkeeper brought the undead a glass of water, and the undead propped his head up with one hand and clicked his tongue.

"Why do these infected people insist on going to the city? Can't we normal people just live our lives, and they infected people just live their lives too?"

"I already have noble lords above me, and now I have to be on guard against any infected people attacking me. Life is probably getting harder and harder."

"Anyway, those infected people won't live for more than a few years. Wouldn't it be better for them to find a place to dispose of themselves than to come to us? They're going to die anyway, so they might as well die with some dignity."

At this point, the innkeeper sighed, shook his head, and lamented.

"If only there were no infected people in the world!"

The immortal remained silent; he did not respond.

Based on SilverAsh's previous conversation with the Undead, he himself seemed to have been active in the Infected riot a year ago, but he couldn't remember anything about what happened back then.

"..."

The hotel owner's words were filled with disgust for the infected.

For a long time, the infected people that the Undead had heard of were all vicious and ruthless people. They would attack this village today or rob some merchant guild's convoy today.

Occasionally, you might encounter one or two normal infected individuals, such as Bloodthorn, the Bloodblade Knight of Kazimierz, who likes to shout about fighting and killing all day long, or the undead fight him with the determination to kill him.

The Undead had no reason to refute the innkeeper's point of view. Because all the information currently available did not convince the Undead that most of the infected were good.

Even the immortals themselves don't have a good impression of the infected.

For no other reason than those guys who jump out from the roadside every day, armed and trying to rob the Undead and Kroos.

A small portion is due to intuition, but even the immortals don't know where this intuition comes from.

Had he been bothered by infected people before?

"Hi, sorry, sir, I was just venting a little, please don't mind it."

The innkeeper smiled and waved his hand, ending the conversation.

"fine."

The Undead handed the water glass in front of him to Kroos beside him, without asking the innkeeper any more details about the vehicle.

After taking the water glass, Kroos drank the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and then picked up the plate in his hand.

"More!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!"

The hotel owner probably had never seen such a big eater before. He chuckled and ran to the kitchen to bring Kroos a large portion of fish and chips.

The Undead watched Kroos happily eating beside him, and he made his own plans.

Their plan to hitch a ride into the city is probably ruined. If, as the hotel owner said, Victoria has designated a specific area to detain infected individuals, then they will be immediately checked when they get off the bus.

The Undead is alright. After absorbing Solar's gift and the dark soul of the painting world, its current appearance remains normal for the time being and it won't frighten people for a while.

But Kroos is different; her skin has exposed Originium crystals.

If it weren't for the clothes that Sherag had obtained temporarily covering the purplish-black crystals on her body, she would have been kicked out the moment she entered the inn.

Unexpectedly, Victoria's attitude towards infected people is so hostile; they need to find other ways to get into the city.

So the Undead decided to settle down in the town for the time being.

Anyway, this is the closest town to Victoria; you can walk there directly.

Even the immortals saw the vehicle the innkeeper had mentioned.

It's a very large vehicle, capable of carrying dozens of people. It's a vehicle specifically used to travel to and from this small town.

The vehicle is staffed with fully armed security personnel. Passengers are also required to undergo a brief security check upon boarding.

There was no way to get ahead, and the city entrance was under martial law. There was really no way to avoid people dying.

A few days passed, and the Undead encountered a caravan.

The caravan stayed overnight in the town. The Undead happened to be having dinner with Kroos in the hall and overheard their conversation there.

These caravans belonged to the Glasgow Gang in the Lower City. They had just returned from purchasing goods in Qazimir. Their wagons were loaded with various handicrafts, armor, and weapons transported from Qazimir.

The Undead actually came up with a solution, but this solution couldn't determine where they would stop.

"Listen carefully, don't make a sound in a moment."

The Undead made Kroos take everything with him, and he himself pulled the Spiral Sword from the brazier and hung it on his waist.

Kroos looked nervous; this was the first time an undead had told her not to speak.

Night fell, and the moon was dark and the wind was high.

The two climbed out of the room and followed the shadows and blind spots to the car where the people who called themselves the Glasgow Gang had parked.

This is a large parking lot located on the side of the town. As the closest town to Kasimir, it is also the largest transportation hub for entering and leaving Kasimir.

Many international transportation and business associations stop here.

The Undead's solution was to hide in the Glasgow Gang's cargo and let them bring him into the city.

An undead who spent some time in Kazimierz. Has a basic understanding of the knightly attire of Kazimierz.

To enhance the knight's physical attributes and offensive capabilities, Kazimierz's armor is amplified using Originium.

This means that these goods will definitely contain Originium. Even if the alarm is triggered by Kroos's Oripathy, the guards stationed in the city probably won't care.

So the Undead and Kroos sneaked into the parking lot, stopped next to a truck with an open roof, and crawled into the black tarpaulin.

"Lie still and don't move."

The Undead made Kroos lie on the cargo box, and Kroos obediently followed the Undead's instructions.

Once Kroos had chosen a stable spot to lie down, the Undead lay down beside her and stretched out his palm.

A white light shone in the undead's hand and swept across it from left to right.

Kroos beside me still had her eyes open when I suddenly felt as if my gaze had been pulled up a little.

At the same time, one's senses are amplified in every way, and even the person seems to grow bigger.

She turned her gaze to her side and saw the appearance of the immortal.

Now she could see clearly what had happened.

The undead's hand, radiating a white glow, swept across again, accompanied by a scattering of bright white particles. In an instant, the undead transformed into a cargo crate?!

"Undying!"

"Shh!"

The Undead quickly spoke up, telling Kroos to stop talking.

Kroos quickly shut up, but was deeply shocked.

Undying! You're so powerful!

Spell (Mimicry)

This magic originates from the ancient golden kingdom of Ulashiru, which allows people to blend into their surroundings and become similar to objects within them.

As long as one does not have a strong desire to act, or is hit by a powerful impact, one can maintain this physical state indefinitely.

This is also the source of the Undead's confidence in coming up with this method.

Now, all that's left is for someone to help them get into Victoria the next day.

So, in the early hours of the morning, the Undead set off with the Glasgow Gang's truck.

Just as the sun was rising, the two of them officially passed through the gates of Victoria and entered the lower city.

Actually, Victoria has more than one city gate. But the city gates in the lower town are somewhat easier to fool than those in the upper town.

The Glasgow gang also saw this potential.

When they entered the city, the guards even lifted the black cloth to take a look.

Kroos was extremely nervous, but after inspecting the goods, they nodded to confirm that they were all cargo and immediately released them.

In their eyes, the immortals and the Kroos were no different from the other cargo boxes.

The Undead and Kroos immediately dispelled their mimicry from the vehicles after hearing the guards at the gate let the vehicles into the city.

Then, at a corner where I could clearly feel the car tilting, I slipped out of the vehicle.

Although some people might see two figures jumping out of the car, both were extremely agile and had no record of entering the city, making it very difficult to search for them throughout the entire lower city area.

As the truck drove away, the Undead and Kroos hid in the alley.

We finally managed to sneak in.

90. That guy came back strong!

"This way, please come in!"