Ark Undead

Under the influence of Oripathy, these severely infected patients were not frightened by the scene caused by the undead. On the contrary, it fueled their ferocity, and they charged forward wave after wave.

Bang bang bang!

Three figures rushed out from the alley behind the Undead and blocked the attack for him.

"Mr. Wandering Soul! You should head to the upper city first!"

Hannah swung to the right, raised her left foot, and delivered a whip kick to the man's waist, sending him flying several meters. She then turned and shouted at the Undead.

"We'll hold them off for you! But we can't hold them off for long, so hurry!"

"it is good."

With concise words, the Undead turned around, revealing his back to Hannah, and held the knife in his right hand. Like the other infected, he charged towards the upper city.

Hannah reached out and grabbed one of the men's arms, clenched her left fist and slammed it under his armpit, then pinched his entire arm and flung the infected man backward.

Hannah gasped for breath. These infected people didn't know what pain was! They were all courting death!

Hannah and her few others simply couldn't stop the wave of so many infected people!

We can only think of a solution once Vina arrives with her people!

Hannah felt a little anxious, thinking of the little girl she had seen before, and couldn't help but worry.

Please don't let anything happen to you, Melanie!

Meanwhile, after meeting Vina, Ah Hu reported the situation to her.

Vina immediately raised her arm and led some members of the Glasgow gang back along the same route from the side.

Now, given the size of the Glasgow gang, it's impossible for them to storm into the upper city and clear a path for the Undead.

However, they could try to stop these infected people, at least reducing the threat to the backs of the non-dead.

"Brothers! Mr. Ghost needs our help! Turn around! Our target is Central Avenue in the Lower City!"

Vina gripped the hammer with both hands and led the way, heading straight towards the oncoming infected from a side path.

The infected men held steel rods and weapons they had found on the spot, and often couldn't even withstand a single blow from Vina's hammer.

"Follow me forward!"

Vina swung the hammer in her hand with great force, her golden hair shining like the sun in the night under the moonlight.

She shouted.

"Advance!"

...

These guys, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, occupied almost the entire lower city and, instead of stopping, charged straight towards the upper city.

Their target was the upper city; the poor people in the lower city were not the objects of their revenge.

They want to make those nobles who enjoy life in this world feel pain! They want those who bring them pain and discrimination to pay the price they deserve!

At this time, it is the interface between the Upper District and the Lower District.

"Raise your shields! Raise your shields! Don't retreat!"

Security personnel in the Upper City area formed a shield wall, blocking the entrance to the Upper City area.

With towering city walls on both sides, the only way to quickly break into the upper city is to find a way to breach this shield wall.

Victoria's security forces locked down the entrance to the upper city. The infected at the forefront were pierced by hard shields and sharp spears, and a large number of Originium spells flew out from behind the shield wall!

But these infected people are not afraid of death at all.

Mixed among the infected, some patients who had awakened Originium Arts also used their hands to summon strange energy to bombard the security personnel's shield wall.

It could be a heavy blow from a hammer, or it could be the power of a spell.

On the wall made of shields, one shield developed a crack and then suddenly exploded.

This resulted in a breach in what was originally a solid shield wall.

Countless weapons and spells poured in through the breach, the spells exploding behind the shield-bearers as the infected charged through the gap with their bodies.

"Fix it! Fix it quickly!"

The security commander in charge drew his stun baton from his waist, yelling for the shield bearers behind him to fill the gap, and rushed forward to try to stop them.

But he was cleaved in two from top to bottom by a large sword coming straight at him.

But this seemingly impenetrable shield was ultimately pierced by the vengeful fury of the infected.

A massive crowd surged into the upper city, but the security forces that were rushing to reinforce them arrived too late.

"Everyone! Put on your protective masks! Lethal weapons are permitted!"

Upon seeing the situation, the commander of the security forces who arrived as reinforcements still issued the order to attack.

"Our primary objective is to protect the citizens! But we must leave no one alive among these monsters that have stormed into the upper city!"

14. We've been intercepted!

For Victoria, this was destined to be a night that would go down in history.

On this very night, someone was quietly watching everything that was happening on stage from behind the scenes.

The wine glass in his hand contained a crimson hue, brewed from human blood and tragedy, an intensely alluring red.

"We agreed to let you release those monsters in the lower city, but we didn't agree to let them storm into the upper city!"

“This is indeed not covered by the agreement, sir.”

The two men who were talking, one of whom had just rushed in from the door, angrily accusing Sarkaz, who was sitting leisurely in an elegant wooden chair.

The man sitting on the wooden chair held a wine glass and looked down at the Victoria night view through the window of the high-rise building.

He seemed to have anticipated the man's accusations.

"But I can't control those infected people either. Instead of coming here to condemn me, why don't you think about why we haven't taken some necessary measures?"

Sarkaz picked up his glass, took a sip of red wine using the most standard Victorian wine-tasting posture, then closed his eyes, tilted his head, and seemed quite satisfied with the blood-red wine.

"You! Theresis! This is Victoria! This is not a place for a Sarkaz to cause trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the man called Therese frowned for a moment, but when the man who rushed in looked at Therese again, Therese's face had returned to its calm and composed expression.

"Don't worry, our previous agreement remains unchanged. This riot will open a new chapter for Victoria, and the interests of your noble class will not be hindered. It will only require a small number of sacrifices."

Therese turned around with a smile on her face.

"After all, we all need to witness change, but this change requires us to give it a push together. After tonight, everything will develop in the direction we expect."

"..."

After listening to Theresis's words, the Felin man stared calmly at Theresis.

Therese is right. Even if some nobles make sacrifices, in the end, they are the ones who benefit.

Besides, it wasn't him or anyone close to him who was sacrificed.

These infected individuals were chosen from which slum area to wreak havoc from the very beginning of the operation.

However, he remained deeply troubled by the fact that infected individuals had stormed into the Upper City district.

"This is the last time."

The man's anger gradually subsided, and the pride of the Victorian aristocracy returned to his face.

“Remember this, this is Victoria. Your noble status was obtained through illegitimate means. If you want to achieve anything in Victoria, you cannot go against Victoria's will!”

"I see."

Therese nodded and watched the Philin nobleman leave.

Only after the exquisitely crafted wooden door was slammed shut did Theresis turn his gaze back to where he had been looking.

Now, flames have begun to ignite over there.

Those infected are venting the rage that has been lurking deep within them.

Everything is under control.

Therese downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

Melanie didn't sleep well tonight.

I spent the whole morning training with the Undead, and only came back after I was drenched in sweat.

Surprisingly, the Undying Man didn't mention anything about sparring today.

Even after Melantha herself offered to spar, the Undead shook his head and refused her request.

Although Melantha didn't ask, the Undead didn't say anything either.

But Melantha still noticed the recent changes in the Undead.

He seems to be becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with.

In the past, I would have had the energy to watch myself swing the knife, and as I watched, I would guide myself to find the problem with my power this time.

But during this time, after the Undead finished their sparring, they would sit quietly by the campfire, staring blankly at it.

Especially today, when Melantha arrived, she found the door wasn't closed properly. Only when she pushed the door open did the Undead turn around and look at her.

Moreover, when she practiced wielding her sword, the Undead lowered his head, as if he were dozing off.

Not to mention speaking.

In the past, when the dead spoke, although it was halting and fragmented, at least there was still logic, and Melantha could understand it.

But during these two weekend practice sessions, the Undead Man barely spoke, and the only two times he did speak, he only said...

Practice, swing, one hundred, right, to the left, wrong, be careful, hands and feet.

This is done one character at a time, or with a blank space in the middle.

It was as if his consciousness kept disconnecting while he was speaking.

Melantha was worried that the Undying might have some kind of mental problem.

As Melanie went to bed that night, she was still thinking about whether she should find a doctor for the Undead to see what was wrong with him.