Ark Undead

"and then?"

"Then he was arrested!"

"Um..."

Sarkaz hesitated for a moment. He felt this wasn't like the guy's personality, but being arrested was enough.

"Being arrested is a good thing. Why are you so nervous?"

Sarkaz's tone returned to its usual unhurried manner, as if everything was under control.

The kneeling waiter lowered his head, his voice barely audible.

"He...was taken by the police to an area where infected people live."

Sarkaz, holding a wine glass, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smashed the glass on the waiter's head.

Ka!

The glass shattered, with pieces and shards even embedded in the waiter's head and body. Wine dripped down his hair, but the waiter dared not utter a word.

Sarkaz took a deep breath, his crimson eyes filled with rage.

But after a few breaths, he calmed down and asked the question in a steady voice.

When should we send it over?

"It's...it's already on its way."

Suddenly, the entire office fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Sarkaz stood up from his seat.

"Notify everyone, begin the operation immediately! Don't worry about what that dragon looks like! I want it to fly tonight! Tonight! Right now!!"

"Yes!"

The waiter felt as if he had been granted a pardon; he quickly got up from the floor and rushed out of the office.

Sarkaz, his eyes red, looked out the window, his expression less than calm.

His hands had already left marks on the armrests of his seat.

After a long silence, he spoke.

"Make thorough preparations for any eventuality, and immediately remove everything that needs to be removed should any problems arise!"

A sound appeared in the void.

"Yes."

...

Inside the police car, the Undead was sitting between two police officers.

He didn't say a word the whole way, and the car was completely silent.

Until the Undead spoke.

"You're afraid of me?"

"Uh..."

The police officers looked at each other, scratched their heads, and didn't know what to say.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you. It was just an act."

The immortal shook his head.

Where is Hannah?

"Mr. Wandering Soul, the eldest sister is in the car behind."

Officer Boots, sitting in the passenger seat, spoke up respectfully.

"And your armor and greatsword are also included."

The immortal nodded.

After thinking for a moment, Boots still mustered the courage to speak.

"Um, Mr. Wandering Soul, you really don't blame us?"

"No, it's not my fault. You acted very well."

Hearing the Undead's words, Butz breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the immortal spoke again.

"When you get back, practice with me."

The entire car fell into a deathly silence.

Boots said with a stiff face and a hint of grievance.

"Didn't you say you didn't blame me...?"

"It's not surprising."

The immortal nodded.

"I just wanted to have a chat with you."

"..."

Boots felt that life was bleak.

114. Areas where infected individuals reside

Two hours ago, in the center of Lentinium.

The dinner party wasn't over yet, but the Undead had already exchanged addresses with Mr. Wilson and agreed that he would visit Mr. Wilson's home once he was done with his work.

After watching Mr. Wilson and his wife leave, the Undead remained silent for a long time.

Tianhuo listened from the side, but she didn't say anything, just quietly ate her food.

Even when eating, she sits upright, chewing without showing her teeth, looking every bit like a noble lady.

"You care a lot about your students."

Tianhuo couldn't help but say something.

"You two seem to have a good relationship."

"..."

The immortal shook his head.

"Maybe, I don't know."

He had no memories of Melantha, though they were only fragments.

Perhaps when I finally meet Melantha, all my memories will come back.

But before that, the Undead wouldn't pay too much attention to his cheap apprentice.

He has other things to do.

After going around in circles, I've gotten to know all the warlocks and councilors I was supposed to deal with.

The banquet was drawing to a close, and it was almost over after saying goodbye to Vina Sissa.

He also had to send the heavenly fire home.

Last time, he was assassinated after separating from Tianhuo. I wonder if the same thing will happen this time.

And that guy named Theresis hasn't even arrived at the banquet yet.

The Undead frowned; there were far too few clues tonight.

Although all fingers are now pointing to the infected settlement and the Drak royal family, without conclusive evidence, and without the deaths, the exact location cannot be determined.

He has indeed met many people, but it seems that very few of those connections will be useful in the future.

To be honest, given his current unkillable strength, there shouldn't be anyone in the entire Victoria who could stop him.

Ah, except for those steam knights.

The Steam Knights were a hidden force in Victoria, said to be controlled by Parliament and the Royalists.

However, with the three pillars not yet unified, this power may always remain in the hands of Parliament.

The Undead have never witnessed the power of the Steam Knights, so the outcome is still uncertain.

However, aside from the Steam Knights, there really is no force that can stop the Undead's advance.

After all, the undead underwent two cycles of burning and absorption in Kazimierz and Sherag. Their memories and power shouldn't suffer any decline in the short term.

The undead, now restored to their current state, possess the ability to use some high-level spells and can also actively use the Primordial Flame hidden within their bodies to enter a short-term Ember state.

Although it's not comparable to the power he had when he waved his hand in Kazimierz and could unleash millions of lightning spears, it was still a parting gift from Solal.

To maintain that state permanently, the immortals must explore more of the past and find the relics of the Age of Fire hidden in this world.

The Undead fell silent again upon thinking of Solar.

He always felt that it wasn't the last time they would meet, and that there might be another chance to see each other in the future.

No one can stop an immortal from going wherever he wants.

But the problem is that force is not a panacea.

Yes, force can make people subject to their own control and achieve many results that can only be obtained through violence.

However, information cannot be obtained through force alone.

If the Undead really put a sword to someone's neck and make him tell them about the Age of Fire...

Maybe that person will look completely confused and ask him what the Age of Fire is.

The times have changed.

Terra does indeed hold remnants from many generations. But most people are unaware of their significance, let alone what they represent.

The Undead's task is not as simple as crushing them with force; he needs to deal with these people and unravel the clues from their words to find traces of the past.