Ark Undead

One sound after another, as precise as a ticking timer.

Each tremor causes the road to crack more rapidly, and each tremor makes the cavities that appear in the ground even larger.

After the final impact, the cracks spread to the feet of the Undead.

But he didn't back down even a single step.

The armored warrior stood at the edge of the abyss, gazing at the bottomless black abyss beneath his feet.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what that thing came out of the ground.

Even standing before a true abyss, he wouldn't retreat even a single step. This is but a small patch of darkness; how could it possibly frighten him?

A huge black shadow silently rose from the hole in the ground.

Then, it flew into the sky.

Then, a huge roar resounded.

Roar! !

The earthquake trembled violently, and mud and rocks flew everywhere!

Countless twisted steel bars and stones were dragged out of the cavity along with rising shadows.

The air surged violently, even dispersing the dark clouds in the sky and revealing the dim, yellowish moonlight that had been obscured.

Bathed in the dim moonlight, the Undead stood still, raising his head to look at the enormous creature that had been only a few meters away from him.

Its dark scales gleamed faintly in the dim moonlight, while the two horns on its head and the wings on its back confirmed its species.

When it roared excitedly in the sky again and spread its wings, the Undead finally saw its true appearance.

"Flying Dragon".

The immortal muttered to himself.

His words also revealed the true nature of this colossal object that appeared in the sky.

That was a flying dragon!

A dragon appeared in Victoria!

Just one glance is enough to instill fear in one's enormous size.

The red light flashing in its eyes when it looked down at the ground was chilling.

The Undead frowned again. Why were the dragon's eyes flashing red?

"abyss?"

The Undead shook his head. He knew that this dragon was definitely not born in the usual way. It was more likely that it was born by attaching itself to another dragon head stone or dragon body stone.

But he never imagined that the birth of this giant dragon would involve such filthy things.

Regardless, the giant dragon has already taken to the sky.

He had no tools that could bring down the dragon.

If he had that archer's dragon-hunting bow and spear, he would not hesitate to use them to recreate the dragon-hunting skill of one of the Four Knights of the King during the ancient war.

But now, the power of the undead is not at its peak.

Despite having mastered most of the spells and miracles, the Sunlight Spear, originally intended for dragon hunting, would not shorten the distance between the undead and the dragons of the sky.

However, his own diminished power also prevented the Sun Spear from having such a long range.

It has to come down on its own!

Just as the Undead was thinking about what method to use, his invisible earpiece made a sound.

"Mr. Ghost, can you see that...that monster in the sky?"

It was Morgan's voice; even at this point, she remained calm.

"I saw it. The flying dragon."

The Immortals Theory.

"It flew up into the sky right before my eyes."

"Alright, may I invite you to come and help us?"

Morgan said.

"Slay that dragon!"

Morgan's voice was resolute and cold, but the Undead could hear a strong fighting spirit in it.

This strategist also has things that can get his blood pumping.

"I have a plan, and now I just need you!"

She knew that she and the current Glasgow gang members alone could not achieve their goal.

When he initially formulated the plan, he had already included the immortals as part of it.

She also knew that the undead would definitely be interested in this kind of thing.

"You have a plan?"

"Immortal asked in surprise."

"Tell me about it?"

"Come find me first, and I'll talk to you in person."

Morgan said.

"Coincidentally, I have some interesting things I'd like you to see."

...

Following Morgan's directions, the Undead arrived at the heart of the infected settlement within minutes.

The areas where infected people now live have become hotbeds of panic.

Countless people with exposed Originium crystals on their bodies looked up at the flying dragon in the sky.

Their eyes were filled with nothing but fear and panic.

Families huddled together, whispering prayers for their survival, those who trusted the Victorian government.

Tell an unknown deity about your sins and ask for His forgiveness.

Others had already given up resistance, clutching the bottles of liquor they had secretly hidden, indulging in unrestrained revelry, laughing loudly, and welcoming their inevitable doom.

They have lost their normal minds and are living in a daze, longing for death.

When the Undead made his way through the crowd and arrived at Morgan's side, he immediately noticed the large box next to Morgan.

"You've arrived?"

Morgan approached the Undead.

"You have a plan?"

The immortal spoke succinctly.

He was not lacking in the ability to hunt dragons, but if the dragon was too far away, his attacks could not reach it through the air.

"Have."

Morgan glanced at the dragon that was still circling in the sky.

The dragon seemed to rejoice at its liberation from its cage, roaring loudly as it circled in the moonlight, frolicking wildly in the sky above Victoria.

It's not just people in areas where infected individuals congregate.

It seems that even the Upper City area has now discovered this giant dragon.

The whole of Victoria must be in an uproar, but how many people will actually take action?

"Time is of the essence, take a look at this thing first."

Morgan reached out a hand and brushed the hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear.

With his other hand, he pressed a button on the large box next to him.

The entire box was unfolded, revealing a body locked in a cage.

"This is?!"

The immortal couldn't help but step forward, staring intently at the figure.

It's not because his identity is particularly special.

It was because he was about to die, and his entire body was covered in Originium crystals.

Yes, the Originium crystals have even exceeded the limit that a normal person can withstand!

Face, forehead, arms, chest, lower abdomen, thighs.

There is no normal skin left; wherever there is skin, there are Originium crystals.

Within it, a purplish-black light flowed, as if it possessed a life of its own.

The only thing that could confirm he was still alive was the sound he kept making.

That was the rustling sound made when you breathe hard, the sound of wind rubbing against hard objects, and the friction of your respiratory tract.

He was still struggling to breathe, because he wanted to live.

"It's hopeless."

The Undead shook his head, his tone calm and unwavering. It was as if such a tragedy happening before his eyes was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

“I know he’s beyond saving, but he’s still useful to us.”

Morgan sighed, looked at the severely infected person in the cage, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"This is just one of them. There are five other such food supplies in the entire Upper City, and even in our Lower City, we have been assigned one food supply."

"food?"

The Undead keenly grasped this keyword.

“Go on.”