Ark Undead

There's simply no way to kill them all!

Once one infected person is split open, another infected person will rush in.

As the undead tried to move forward, infected would grab their black robes tightly. Immediately afterward, hammers, swords, and Molotov cocktails would rain down on the undead.

Bang bang bang!

The undead's armor had been attacked several times, and two more new marks had been added.

The Molotov cocktail shattered on the undead, and the ignited liquid flowed into the armor through the gaps.

The entire armor looked as if it were being burned by fire, with flames shooting out from the inside.

Pain is rarely felt by the senses of the immortal.

But it was just a burn.

Flames emerged from the gaps in the armor, but quickly stopped burning because oxygen could not enter the armor in time.

But this very attack attracted even more infected people.

"Quick! He's burning up! He can't hold on much longer!"

"Still wearing that big iron helmet! Is this guy that afraid of dying?! Hahaha, let me smash him!"

Surrounded by countless shouts and curses, the infected flocked to the Undead.

But the undead remained silent, like a calm lake.

"..."

What he always retaliated against the infected was either the rusty katana in his hand or his fist that could send the infected flying several meters with a single punch.

It's like a meat grinder that doesn't make a sound, quietly tearing apart all the flesh and blood that comes near.

Even machines eventually run out of power.

His control over his body is waning day by day; the immortal man is now so weak that it is beyond comprehension.

Compared to when he first awoke, he used to be able to cut several people in half with a mere flick of his wrist. Now, he needs to aim carefully before striking.

Even for the people of Terra, he was already an extremely powerful warrior.

But in his hazy memory, he shouldn't be so weak.

It's as if the source of power has been drained, and even thinking begins to become sluggish.

With his feet firmly planted, the Undead used his frail body to crush any flesh that dared to approach.

He raised his slightly tired, dry eyes and looked into the distance at the road filled with firelight and infected people.

The black sky reflected the flames of burning houses, and more infected people turned their gazes toward him, raising their weapons at him.

But for him, wounds, exhaustion, and pain were not reasons to stop.

On that road, there was a child waiting for him, waiting for him to use the sword in his hand to protect her safety.

She hired him for five gold coins to teach her combat skills, and for the sake of the brief lessons each weekend, she treated this long-dead wandering soul with the respect due to a teacher.

In the mind of the immortal, those who cherish him will be protected with sword and shield.

Besides, having accepted the gift from his apprentice, he, as the teacher, hadn't yet given back his own gift.

The immortals resolutely took steps forward into the seemingly endless crowd.

Step forward, then slash downward!

At the end of this road, Melanie's family faced a life-threatening crisis.

A group of infected individuals who had entered the upper city blocked their retreat.

He pointed the blunt weapon in his hand at the guards hired by Melantha's family and launched an attack on them.

"Break through the guards! Our target is the nobles inside!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!!"

The guards were all experienced warriors. In most cases, they could easily kill the infected with their swords, even though most of them had no combat experience and only brute force.

But as soon as one is killed, another infected rushes in, these infected are like endless worms swarming out of a bug nest.

Melantha's father has been particularly focused on security since the last attack.

Upon returning home, the father immediately replaced the guards, selecting the most experienced among retired veterans and strong security personnel to protect himself, his wife, and his daughter.

Even though these guards are all highly skilled, they still find it extremely difficult to deal with the endless stream of infected.

In particular, these infected people are all reckless; if you hurt them once, they will swing their weapons at your head regardless of the pain.

The guards were also under tremendous pressure, and the captain of the guards came to Melantha's family's car.

"Sir! We can't stay here! I'll escort you to another car! You go first!"

"Can't you handle these thugs?!" the father asked in alarm.

"There are too many of them. With only this many people, those thugs will rush over in a little while!"

The captain of the guard helplessly explained his predicament.

The father immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

He got out of the car first, protected Melantha's head, helped Melantha out of the car, and then helped his wife out of the car.

"Let's go! Let's get in the other car!"

Melantha hugged her mother tightly. The child, barely a teenager, was completely overwhelmed by the bloody scenes of the fighting.

Moreover, Melanie was already in poor health, and she had just been bumped twice in the car, so she was feeling dizzy.

Just then, an energy blast pierced through the gaps in the crowd and exploded beneath Melantha and the others' feet.

"Xiao Mei!"

Amid the father's scream, the family was blown apart. In a panic, the father grabbed his mother and protected her head, while he himself crashed into the car behind them, which was already unable to move.

Melantha's body flew out, landed heavily on the ground, and rolled once before coming to a stop.

The most fatal thing was that this very action brought Melantha to the side of the guards who were fighting the infected.

Originally focused on dealing with the infected guards, Melantha's already red eyes turned even more crazed when she saw her just a few meters away.

He abandoned his defenses and lunged straight at Melantha.

Melantha was struggling to get up from the ground when she looked up and saw a reckless infected person rushing towards her.

The infected person stretched out their arm, covered in Originium crystals, with tiny purple-black crystals dotting their fingernails.

Melanie's long-standing dedication to exercise has finally paid off.

She instinctively braced herself against the ground, pushing herself up immediately and stepping back.

He instinctively put his right arm in front of his face.

boom!

The guard captain reacted extremely quickly! He struck the infected person on the head with an iron rod.

The infected man's vision went black as he looked at the nobleman who was so close at hand. With his last bit of strength, he stretched out his arm one more time.

laugh...

"No!"

The mother cried out in pain.

The infected person finally collapsed to the ground, powerless.

A drop of blood fell along the arc of the arm, landing next to the fingers of the infected person's outstretched right hand.

The sudden pain left Melanie sitting on the ground, looking completely bewildered.

On that forearm, as white as mutton fat, a wound was cut open by a sharp fingernail.

The gruesome wound gushed blood, so deep that bone was visible.

16. Parting Gift

"Xiao Mei! Xiao Mei!"

The father came to Melanie's side, picked her up in his arms, and quickly returned to the car, shielding her with his body.

The infected person, who had been knocked to the ground by the guards, struggled to get up, only to be hit twice more on the joints by the guards.

"what!"

It let out a painful howl and lost its ability to move.

The captain of the guard saw the wound on Melantha's hand. He felt a chill run down his spine, and a wave of regret and remorse washed over him. He then struck the infected person with even more force.

Although the guards reorganized their defenses, preventing the arriving infected from reaching the innermost area, they were still human; humans get tired and get injured.

However, it is clearly unrealistic for about ten guards to stop all the infected.

Therefore, the captain of the guard could only arrange for Melantha and her family to get into the car and leave quickly.

But the energy blast had just hit the vehicle, and several more energy blasts punctured its tires. With the tires flat, even if the engine was started, the vehicle couldn't get on the road.

Melanie's family is facing a life-or-death crisis.

The mother and father were momentarily disoriented because Melantha was injured.

This is no ordinary wound! Anyone can see the Originium crystals on the infected person's arm and fingernails.

Melantha's wound came into contact with the Originium crystal, which means she is 100% likely to be infected.

Melanie is now one of the infected.

Although there are no signs yet, the Originium will take root in her body, constantly eroding her physical form and weakening her will.

Melantha had learned about Originium at school, and she was stunned when she noticed the pain in her forearm.

My mind went blank, and I was completely gripped by fear.

But soon, the screams around her brought Melantha back to her senses.

The guards couldn't hold on any longer. The first guard had been stabbed in the shoulder by an infected person and then torn to pieces by the swarming infected that followed.