Ark Undead

Of course, the Undead also harbored some other intentions.

When he reached the middle of the alley, the Undead put down the large and small bags he was carrying and looked back at the alley entrance.

He spoke up.

"You've been following me all this way. Is there something you need?"

The voice of the undead echoed in the alley, but there was no response whatsoever.

But the immortals did not let their guard down, and the life force they sensed was not fake.

He looked behind the vending machine at the alley entrance and spoke.

"Will you come out yourself, or will I ask you to come out?"

His raised right hand ignited, gradually condensing into a ball of flame.

Now, with the warlock's certificate, the greatest benefit to the undead is the ability to use "Originium Arts" within the city. This frees up more means of combat without worrying about the consequences.

"Hidden in the shadows, don't think I can't see you."

As the undead's hostility intensified, those hiding in the shadows finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Behind the vending machine, in the unseen darkness, a shadow gradually boiled and solidified into a human shape in less than a second.

He stepped out of the shadows and looked at the undead in front of him.

"As expected of 'Victoria's Ghost,' your perception abilities have reached such a level. I underestimated you."

The newcomer wore a mask and was dressed entirely in black, making him difficult to see clearly from the shadows.

But his display of Originium Arts allowed him to merge with the shadows.

Yes, his Originium Arts allow him to merge with the shadows, even enabling him to traverse short distances within them for tracking and assassination.

"You...know me?"

The undead man's face, hidden beneath the mask, remained expressionless, and the flames on his right hand showed no sign of dissipating.

Even if this person knew me, his attitude didn't show the slightest bit of goodwill.

They've been following me ever since I left the Tianhuo family.

Is it aimed at Tianhuo, or at itself?

No, I don't know him.

The man shook his head, his words equally devoid of emotion. But rather than those of an immortal, they sounded more like the voice of a machine.

"However, there is an adult who knows you and would like to meet you."

“Come with me, Victoria’s ghost. It will do you no harm; a meeting with this lord can only be a good thing.”

The stalker emerging from the shadows extends an invitation to the undead.

The immortal pondered for a moment, then raised his head.

"Who is he?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself. You'll understand when you meet him."

"Then, I cannot agree."

The Undead shook his head; he would not accept such an invitation from an utterly unknown source.

Especially since there's absolutely no information, who knows if there might be some kind of trap?

"You don't want to?"

The stalker nodded.

"Dead ones are fine too."

As he was speaking, his entire body disappeared into the shadows.

It was as if it had become part of the shadows, turned into a liquid, and flowed into the darkness towards the undead.

The speed was extremely fast, precisely to catch people off guard and kill them.

Nowadays, the undead are not wearing their armor for the sake of convenience. And what's worse, they haven't brought their greatswords either.

All that remained was the flame burning in his hand, and the Undead immediately gathered the flame, preparing to explode it the moment the enemy arrived, blocking his attack.

But in that very instant, a cold light emerged from the darkness behind the immortal.

"!" This isn't just one! It's two people!

One was drawing the undead's attention from the front, while the other had been lurking motionless in the shadows behind the undead.

The fact that there was no trace of life was precisely his method of assassination!

Two daggers, one in front and one behind, simultaneously stabbed at the undead's back and eyes.

Their hands were as steady as a thousand-pound rock.

They deliberately chose this moment to appear, just to wait for this wandering spirit to take off his armor and put down the greatsword in his hand.

To ensure this invitation is accepted, the person must be brought back.

Regardless of whether they live or die.

They were confident of victory; this assassination was their decisive blow!

But everything has its limits, just as they could not know what the immortals could possibly achieve.

Ding!

The dagger behind him could no longer advance even an inch, and the assassin's original confidence vanished in an instant.

A longsword made of flowing light was held in a withered left hand, which was held behind its back to block a dagger thrust from behind.

Magic (Fran's Swift Sword)

The longsword, composed of pure blue light spots, was originally created as a means for the magicians of Fran to fight their enemies.

In pursuit of efficiency and practicality, the magicians of Fran also consider how to deal with enemies when they get close.

The longswords they created through magic are proof that even the magicians of Fran practiced swordsmanship.

This power also thwarted the attackers' plans.

Who says you can't use swordsmanship when you're unarmed? A true mage never lacks close-quarters combat skills.

Are magic spells such inconvenient things?

The assassin in front of the immortal immediately sensed something was wrong the moment he saw the light.

But it's too late for him to back down now.

BOOM!

A burst of flame erupted from the undead's right hand and propelled forward.

This flame had never had a physical form. As a method of using magic, it was ignited in his hand, completely engulfing the area in front of him!

Spell (Ignite a raging fire)

Most sorcerers would disdain the simple act of igniting flames in their hands.

But weren't spells created precisely for use?

The same applies to spells.

Using two different forces simultaneously with his left and right hands, the immortal showed no sign of panic.

Even as he was casting the spell, he had already figured out what to do next.

Ignore the assassin who was blasted backward by the flames for now.

The Undead figure drew the dagger from his back, turned around, and the light in his left hand gradually dimmed.

The right hand, which was slightly clenched, emitted glimmers of starlight!

In the blink of an eye, a giant sword as swift as a stream of light was in the Undead's hand! The giant sword that appeared out of thin air was like a real heavy sword in the Undead's hands, carrying a torrent of power as it slashed down from above!

Spell (Soul Greatsword)

Boom!

It was a dull sound, unlike the muffled thud of steel hitting the ground. This sound carried a slight, clear quality, as if something was flowing within it.

The instant the sound was heard, a massive amount of magical energy poured onto the assassin. The dagger he had raised above his head to try and block it was completely useless, and was severed by the magic the moment it made contact.

With a single slash, the flesh and blood body was torn in two by the flowing, violent magical energy!

Blood splattered, but the Soul Sword in the Undead's hand remained as pristine as the starry sky, untouched by any filth.

A single strike has yielded such results!

But the man who hadn't died stopped; he released his right hand, turned around, and looked back.

The assassin, who had just been blasted out of the shadows by the Undead, landed and looked up to see the shimmering light in the Undead's hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards the alley entrance!

People are already dead; the assessment of the target's combat strength was incorrect! The most important thing now is to minimize losses!

The Undead looked at the coward fleeing the battlefield, loosened its grip on its right hand, and the spell remaining in its right hand broke through the barrier set up by the Undead.

Spell (Soul Arrow)

Cing!

There was no harsh sound of steel rubbing together, but a pleasant sound like swords being drawn echoed through the alley.

A giant blue arrow made of magic pierced through the air in an instant and struck the assassin who was trying to escape in the back.

Blue specks of light dissipated in the air, and the second assassin froze in place.

The large hole blown into his chest rendered him unable to move, and he eventually collapsed to the ground.

The immortal lowered his right hand, which was raised in the air.

The face covered by the silver mask lowered its head slightly, seeing the mask that had fallen to the ground when the assassin was blown away.

He crouched down, picked up the mask, and noticed the headless and tailless rings on it, memorizing the pattern.

He must have seen this symbol somewhere before; the urge to burn it to ashes made the undead clench his mask, making it creak.