Ark Undead

The immortals' remaining strength had not dissipated, and their new power for striking had not yet been unleashed; this was the perfect time to attack!

The longsword in Fei Yan's right hand was reassembled in an instant!

The tip of the sword, illuminated by the flames, gleamed like a cold light shining through a sea of ​​fire!

Without further hesitation, Fei Yan stepped forward and thrust his long sword toward the still-bent body of the Undead!

At this moment, the Undead was bent over, his hands still gripping the hilt of the giant sword on the ground, his head exposed to Fei Yan's eyes!

This is a life-or-death duel; there's no question of holding back.

If Feiyan doesn't seize this opportunity, he himself will be the one to die!

At this moment, the tip of the sword was less than half a meter away from the immortal's head.

In the hands of a warrior like the Steam Knight, this half meter is merely a matter of...

Ding!

"Varied?!"

The Steam Knight's pupils, hidden beneath his mask, suddenly contracted. The undead man, instead of retreating, advanced and moved right up to the Steam Knight!

And the sword hilt he was holding with both hands was pulled back directly upwards!

At this moment, the Steam Knight's longsword grazed the back of the Undead's head and back, missing his last chance!

The undead, on the other hand, would lower their body and take a step forward, grip the hilt of the greatsword with both hands, pull the hilt of the greatsword behind them, and use their shoulders to support the heavy blade at the front!

The entire blade retracted, like a spinning propeller, rotating once around the back of the Undead.

As the blade was pulled back, it struck the steam knight's side, taking away his last bit of balance.

In his loss of balance, all the Steam Knight could see was the blade of the greatsword spinning horizontally behind the undead.

The Undead pulled the sword hilt back with his right hand, and as he leaned down, he actually crossed his steps on the spot, turning his whole body in a different direction!

At this moment, the undead pressed down, while his left and right hands gripped the hilt of the sword resting on his left shoulder.

Each step taken is like a powerful blow from a heavy hammer.

The steel-clad foot sank deep into the mud; the immense force was so great that even an immortal would be trapped inside!

His upper body regained its support with this step.

He straightened his upper body slightly, and the power emanating from his core and abdomen kept the undead's upper body upright, while his left and right arms served as axes, generating maximum force!

The flames were torn apart by the sword blade, and even the air seemed to groan mournfully!

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, pulled it down from his left shoulder, and slashed it horizontally forward in the widest arc, as if drawing a full moon!

boom!

It was only for a moment; the flames of war gradually died down.

The hilt of the greatsword returned to his right shoulder, and the blade still bore dark red marks from the intense heat.

The steam knight named Flying Swallow was still in a daze.

He felt an overwhelming pain explode in his waist, instantly engulfing everything and swallowing his consciousness.

Before the immortals, the two body parts floated in the air like tattered pieces of paper, helplessly drifting away.

Blood splattered, mixed with fragments of broken Originium liquid, sparkling in the air and reflecting light amidst the tearing flames.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the shattered flames formed the shape of a crescent moon.

In the light of the flames, one could even see the twisted steel, torn apart by the immense force, crisscrossing together.

The next instant, the steel plummeted. Blood left its own cry on the ground.

The flames subsided, and the dim moonlight fell, as if to replace the flames and ignite the blood.

The immense pain caused the Steam Knight to let out an instinctive scream, wailing over his lost lower body.

One strike, cut in half!

The immortal steadied his heavy sword with his right hand, hanging it on his right shoulder, his knees slightly bent, his center of gravity low, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"call..."

116. Uneasy shaking

All that could be heard were the screams and cries of the Steam Knights. The Undead breathed a sigh of relief and slung the greatsword back over his shoulder.

Thanks to the flames, the greatsword's blade remained completely clean, without any blood stains.

But the Steam Knights were in trouble.

The full-force swing of the greatsword was considered an extremely terrifying attack in the memories of the Undead.

This combat technique, named Whirlwind Slash, only possesses such immense power when unleashed by a greatsword.

There's no way around it, it's just too big.

With such a large sword and such a broad blade, when the Undead used the greatsword to perform a spinning slash, they always felt like they weren't cutting people down, but rather smashing them with this thing.

But who says you can't kill someone without a sword's edge?

The advantage of a greatsword lies in its powerful and heavy swing, as well as the versatility that its broad and thick blade brings in combat.

It can be used as a shield, or it can be used to deliver a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

Not to mention the undead's already masterful weapon handling skills; in his hands, anything is possible.

The Steam Knight subconsciously judged whether the enemy was dead based on the attack methods of normal heavily armored knights and greatsword knights, thus misjudging the situation in the final battle.

It was this misjudgment that completely cut off the Steam Knight's escape route, severing him in two with a single blow.

However, the Undead were quite satisfied with the combat power of the steam knight in front of him.

It's quite remarkable that they could fight me to this extent without me unleashing the embers or using other offensive or supportive spells.

Even the Undead could see that the Steam Knight's greatest weakness was his inability to stall.

The reactor in the center of their armor is their greatest guarantee for their movement.

However, once the battle gets intense, the reactor may overheat, leading to a variety of problems.

Nevertheless, this technology is beyond the comprehension of the immortal.

Back in Kazimierz, the armor and weapons used by the knights were primarily auxiliary. In fact, their main purpose was defense.

But the appearance of the Steam Knights made the Undead discover that armor could provide them with such powerful strength.

The fact that the Steam Knight managed to block one of his kicks was enough to give a glimpse into the strength of this armor.

If Tianhuo were present, he would probably have asked the Steam Knight to explain the specific operating procedures of the reactor.

This reactor has an incredibly high utilization rate of Originium.

"what!!"

The screams of the steam knights continued unabated as the undead walked toward the body that had been severed in two.

A person cut in half at the waist might live for a minute or two longer. But no one wants to experience the pain involved.

Not only do you lose sensation in your entire lower body, but the coldness from bleeding, along with the pain from the severed nerves in your already sensitive lower back, will cause you immense suffering within a minute or two.

Moreover, this steam knight is a skilled user of steam armor, so his physical abilities are naturally quite high, and he might live even longer.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

When the Steam Knight saw the Undead approaching, he hysterically stretched out his right hand as if to grab something, while constantly praying for the Undead to end his life.

The immortals know this kind of pain.

He had experienced it before, more than once.

So he was happy to end his opponent's suffering, but he still had questions to ask.

"Who sent you?"

The Undead crouched down, gripping his greatsword, ready to strike once he received the answer.

"explain."

"An order from the upper council! I know nothing else!!"

The steam knight's painful cries gradually turned into mournful sobs, and it was clear that he was about to be tormented by the pain to the point of collapse.

The immortal man pondered for a moment.

He knew that the upper council, like the three royal parties, was also divided into several supporting factions, but unfortunately he didn't know which one.

Then the immortal asked again.

"Just you, all by yourself?"

"Just me! They also think that one steam knight... well, that's enough!!"

The Steam Knight spoke loudly, and the Undead also received their answer.

The next second, the Steam Knight looked at the Undead and everything went black; he could no longer feel anything.

The Undead raised his right foot, which had been pressing down, and yellowish blood dripped from the sole of his foot.

Golden flames ignited on the leg armor, instantly burning the red and white substances to ashes.

The corpse beneath him was completely still, and the Undead remained silent, unsure of what to say.

He thought the Steam Knight could hold on a little longer, but he never expected it to be cut in half.

If it were Bloodthorn instead, perhaps one could sense the danger in their choice.

Although that kid isn't strong enough, he's been dancing on the edge of danger for years and is very sensitive to all kinds of risks.

The fact that he dodged my backhand thrust was enough to prove that point.

Therefore, it seems best for lightly armored warriors to be cautious.

However, this suit of armor isn't really suitable for this place.

After thinking for a moment, the Undead still ignited the flames of his magic, burning both bodies to ashes.

Let's just treat it as a cremation for him; after all, he was an enemy who could be considered an enemy of an enemy.