Ark Undead

There was another shaking, like someone was pounding on the ground; the shaking was ridiculously strong!

"No, it's not a natural disaster!"

Hannah realized what was happening during the second tremor.

"The mobile city's built-in shock absorption system shouldn't be able to withstand such a strong natural disaster! Unless, underground..."

underground?

The immortal glanced at the ground beneath his feet.

What else did those assassins hide underground?!

117. Dragon Hunt! 12,000

(Suggested background music for this chapter: Dark Eater Midir - Yuka Kitamura, Dark Souls 3 Midir Boss Battle Soundtrack)

Unbeknownst to everyone, several cracks were gradually spreading along the corners of the house on the road outside the walls where they felt the tremors.

Only the immortals sensed something was wrong; the tremors beneath their feet were too intense and too rhythmic.

This is not a natural disaster or earthquake at all; something is hitting this area of ​​the mobile city!

As we all know, the reason why a mobile city is called a mobile city is because it is a man-made town that can move around the continent of Terra to avoid natural disasters.

In the event of a natural disaster, Victoria would inevitably have a messenger to warn of it. Even with the slightest possibility, Victoria must be prepared to evacuate at any time.

Moreover, shock absorption equipment is of paramount importance for every mobile city. Otherwise, the dangers brought about by movement alone would be enough to destroy the entire mobile city itself.

A tremor of that scale could not possibly be a natural disaster.

The only possibility is that something is awakening in the lower levels of the area where the Undead and others are located, and is breaking free from its constraints.

The immortal thought of the stone on his body, and his heart jumped.

Could it really be...?

Before the Undead could finish thinking, Hannah, who was waiting beside him, had already made her decision.

"All the remaining brothers! Follow me and finish the mission!"

Hannah did not choose to back down at the last minute, but instead, at this crucial juncture, she gathered the remaining brothers and continued towards the target point.

It is now certain that the assassins' goal was not to kill them, but to stall Hannah.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have remained calm and retreated as a team when the tremor was felt.

"Mr. Wandering Soul! What do you say?"

Hannah looked at the undead beside her and asked a question.

At this moment, Hannah's expression was serious, and her tone of voice was very earnest, making her already handsome face even more striking.

"Wait a minute..."

The Undead was about to send Hannah away so he could go and see what was down there and see if it was as he thought.

Before the Undead could finish speaking, Morgan's voice came through his earpiece.

Morgan's voice is very distinctive; it's a calm and cool female voice, like that of a strategist who has mastered the art of command.

"Hannah? Can you hear me?"

Morgan sounded anxious; she must have felt the tremor as well.

"Morgan, with Hannah."

The Undead quickly pressed the earpiece next to his helmet.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

When Hannah heard it was Morgan, she raised her right hand, telling her brothers not to rush and to wait a bit.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Hannah was with the undead, but then immediately spoke up.

"Time is running out, where are you?"

"We're still a few minutes away. We were attacked on the way."

The immortal used concise language to describe the two's current situation.

“Alright, abandon the current mission and bring Hannah to me. Tell her to bring the things I had her hide on her way here. She knows what to do and where I am.”

Morgan's decisiveness surprised even those who didn't die.

"The trap they laid has awakened. Now is not the time or opportunity to split up. We must unite all of us to have a chance to deal with that guy!"

"Do you know what that is?"

"Immortal asked in confusion."

"I've seen some of the photos, but I don't know what it looks like now. All I can say is that it's 100% related to the Drake faction!"

Morgan's resolute voice further convinced the Undead what kind of creature it was.

So he immediately told Hannah Morgan about the arrangements.

Hannah immediately abandoned her current mission and, as Morgan suggested, prepared to go to the infected settlement to find her.

"Wait a moment!"

The Undead called out to Hannah.

Hannah turned around and looked at the man in full armor, asking him in confusion.

Aren't you coming with us?

"I'll go over in a bit. There's something I need to confirm."

The immortal shook his head and extended his right hand.

It was like the first gentle breeze of spring, blowing away the cold and bringing life to everything.

The white light touched Hannah's forehead lightly, and then, like the sound of a bell, spread outwards in a circle.

The wounds Hannah sustained in the battle had visibly stopped bleeding and were beginning to scab over.

"Take good care of yourself."

"The immortal gave his instructions."

"Go."

When the undead's finger reached out, Hannah was stunned for a moment, and only reacted after the light on her body dissipated.

He then patted his chest boldly at the undead.

"I am Vina's chief bodyguard, and I am quite strong, so you can rest assured!"

After saying that, he turned around and led the remaining wounded and those who could still fight to retreat.

Watching Hannah and the others leave, the Undead frowned as he felt the tremors beneath his feet gradually weaken.

This is definitely not a sign of a collision stopping the vehicle.

Just as he was about to take a step and rush towards his target point in the factory area, the next wave of tremors came.

Boom!

The Undead couldn't stand firmly on the ground; he could even faintly hear the sound of an impact from deep underground.

Of course, there's also the aura that the undead loathe most, though he himself doesn't know why.

Boom!

This was another impact, and this time the Undead clearly heard the sound accompanied by a strong tremor.

The steel trembled, and the earth groaned in response.

Something is trying to break free from its cage and come into the world.

Perhaps, the undead don't even need to go there; that thing is already heading towards them.

As soon as they stepped out of the wall, the Undead were shocked to see the cracked ground.

The soil was overturned, and the impact caused a shockwave, leaving spiderweb-like marks even on the hard road!

Beneath that, a monster raised its body, instinctively trying to tear apart the shackles that bound it!

It wants to fly into the sky and charge towards that free and vast sky!

The undead man stretched out his right hand and slowly grasped the greatsword on his back.

The repeated impacts and tremors caused the Undead to grip the sword hilt even tighter.

Until the Undead heard a crisp sound.

Squeak...

That was the mournful cry of steel twisting and being torn apart. Within that cry, the crisp sound of breaking, one after another, rang out like the tinkling of a high-pitched wind chime, shattering and clanging!

Finally, silence descended.

The ground beneath the feet of the Undead had begun to sink. It even appeared to the Undead as it crumbled and lost its support.

Beneath the stone-woven road lies the earth that supports its weight.

If the soil also falls, how can the road maintain its original structure amidst the collapse?

A brick detached from the road and fell into the depths.

Another brick detached from its original home and fell into the darkness and abyss below.

The tremors stopped again, but the spirits of the immortals remained taut.

This is not silence, but the calm before the storm.

boom!

The ground could no longer withstand the onslaught of gravity and began to fall into the earth in chunks and patches.

The entire damaged ground was dozens of meters wide!

At that moment, a loud bang entered the ears of the Undead.

It was a tooth-grinding, distorted sound, a mixture of sound waves from a violent low growl.