Ark Undead

“I started paying attention to this organization after Vina was assassinated. After discovering their stronghold in the infected area, I identified one of the assassins that same day.”

Morgan pointed to the guy in the box next to him, who was called Food.

“Following that line, I found some clues and information. These infected people are part of their plan.”

“Some time ago, there were a number of infected people who mysteriously disappeared from the areas where infected people lived. Most of these infected people were people who had no parents, no relatives or friends, and were just waiting to die. But there were also ordinary people who lived with their families in the areas where infected people lived.”

"Later we found a clue that all these missing infected people were dragged into the underground facility that you and Vina were just about to go to, and it seems that some kind of experiment was being conducted inside."

Morgan looked at the dragon in the sky again and said.

"Um... you call it a flying dragon, right? Then it must be a flying dragon. That flying dragon is a monster created by this organization. The specific drugs used are still unknown. But these humans covered in Originium crystals are their food. Extremely attractive food!"

"Their records mention that this dragon had an astonishing craving for this food. So it would definitely go wherever such food was available when it was hungry!"

The Undead nodded and analyzed.

"So, after the attack on the underground laboratory, they must be hungry now?"

"That's right, those people used infected people as bait to lure this dragon to where they wanted to go!"

Morgan nodded, summarizing the enemy's entire plan in just a few words.

"It is common knowledge among the people of Victoria that the dragon is the totem and symbol of the Drak school. If such a dragon were to ravage the entire Victoria, the problem would be enormous."

"The Drak faction is still barely clinging to life. If a dragon were to run rampant in Victoria, what would the remaining Drak faction do? Naturally, they would try every means to protect their own interests and sever ties with the dragon. But there are already people in the upper council who want to take advantage of this opportunity to target the three royal parties, and the final result will only be the complete annihilation of the Drak faction."

"While Vina's faction, Aslan, seems poised to reap the greatest benefits after the disappearance of Drak's faction, the three royal parties are actually interdependent and inseparable."

"If Drak, who is opposed to Aslan's faction, disappears, then the Upper Council and the external forces behind them will only be targeting Vina next!"

"Not to mention, the flying dragons flew out from the infected's settlements. If the higher-ups guide them slightly, it will exacerbate the conflict between the infected and ordinary people. At that time, a second infected riot might occur."

The Undead fell silent.

Actually, he doesn't understand these political topics very well, and he's too lazy to think about them.

But he probably understands one thing.

Someone wants to mess with Vina.

As Morgan spoke, he carefully observed the man in front of him.

Although most of his body was covered by armor, some subtle movements still revealed his thoughts.

For example, when he heard that Vina was being targeted, the undead suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at himself.

Morgan showed no outward expression, but inwardly he felt a slight sense of relief.

It seems that Vina Hannah and the Undead have a good relationship, so I don't need to waste my breath trying to persuade him.

"What about your plans?"

"The immortal asked."

"What do you want, dragon hunter?"

Just then, the dragon in the sky suddenly let out a roar, and everyone instinctively looked at the dragon soaring in the sky.

The dragon glared, flapped its wings in the air, its scales constantly adhering to its body as it twisted, and then rushed towards a nearby forest.

Before long, everyone heard a muffled sound coming from afar, the sound of something huge hitting the ground.

"That dragon will definitely land in order to get its food. So our chance is only during its brief moment of landing!"

As Morgan spoke, he waved to his brothers around him, signaling that they could begin preparing.

The Glasgow gang members then dragged out their prepared equipment and weapons from the surrounding houses.

"We will try to disrupt it as much as possible when it lands. But we don't know exactly what kind of defensive capabilities its scales have."

Morgan looked at the undead beside him.

"The only things we can trust now are the pneumatic cylinders we have to deal with large mechanized objects, and you."

Morgan couldn't explain why she trusted the man in front of her so much.

Perhaps it was because a year ago, during that riot, when he was commanding the troops, he vaguely saw his power.

Moreover, if we cannot unite all the necessary forces, there is no point in fighting this dragon hunt.

"In short, we've now arranged both food supplies we have here. When that dragon goes to heaven again, I'll open one of the food boxes and let its flavor rise."

Morgan took the control device from his brother, then patted him on the shoulder, telling him to go do his own thing.

"When it lands, it's up to you!"

Morgan's plan, though not yet fully developed, is the best option available at present.

They had no other choice but to take this gamble!

"can."

The undead looked at the roaring dragon and nodded.

Let's begin!

...

With wings spread, the dragon soars into the sky.

After finding the hidden treats in its birthplace, the dragon, freed from its restraints, once again soared into the sky.

But the endless hunger caused his nerves, which had been briefly satisfied, to become irritable again.

Hungry...

The dragon didn't know what kind of emotion this was. But it wanted to eat; it wanted to devour everything it could see!

Just then, he smelled a familiar scent.

That was the fragrance he had smelled countless times while he was asleep.

Looking down, I found my target in the dim light.

It was a little guy covered in countless Originium stones, and the purplish-black stones covering his body were the food he craved most!

He pulled his head back to his chest, and then, in the next moment, while venting his anger, he raised his neck and shook his head out!

Roar!

That enormous roar was proof of its existence!

Now, these earth crawling insects are just food. Having gained their freedom, they can satisfy their savage appetites through endless feeding!

So he plunged underground and dove towards his target!

At the same time, Morgan shouted loudly beside the first food!

"Prepare!"

The Glasgow gang members were either standing on the ground or squatting on the rooftops of the surrounding houses.

They all waited for the giant creature to stumble into the trap they had already laid.

The closer the blurry black shadow was to the ground, the clearer its appearance became, relying more on the light from the ground.

Its face, twisted by power and endless desire, and the red light flashing in its eyes, all demonstrate its extraordinary nature and majesty.

But no one backed down, because they knew that if they didn't kill the dragon, an even worse tomorrow awaited them.

As the shadowy figure plummeted, just as it was about to hit the ground, Morgan gritted his teeth and, under the immense pressure of the falling object, shouted his command.

"put!"

In an instant, countless sparks exploded.

Bang bang bang!

The Glasgow Gang's weapons exploded from the exit, releasing clumps of dark, slimy substance that rushed toward the rapidly approaching dragons.

Some of the dark, sticky substance was swept away by the air currents around the dragon as it flew down.

Some broke through the constraints of the airflow and stuck to the dragon's scales, leaving their mark.

These are military supplies accumulated by the Aslan faction over a long period of activity, and they have all been brought here today.

Everyone was initially thinking that they might not need it, but Morgan's prediction came true.

Fortunately, we had made preparations in advance.

The dark, sticky substance is actually a special chemical adhesive made from fused Originium solutions.

After being rapidly emitted and disrupting the original stability, it can react quickly using the Originium solution, adhering to the surface of the object and preventing it from unfolding or moving.

Today, such siege equipment is used to hunt a giant dragon.

The dragon didn't react immediately after contacting these substances. When it landed and tried to flap its wings, it felt immense resistance.

The sticky glue completely bound the joints of its wings, which made it realize something was wrong.

Suddenly, a wave of humiliation erupted from his consciousness and filled his mind.

Roar!

The enormous dragon roar exploded in everyone's ears like a bomb.

Morgan and Hannah gritted their teeth, instinctively covering their ears, their faces contorted in rage.

I never imagined that just shouting could make someone dizzy.

Those Glasgow gang members who were slightly closer to the dragon were violently thrown back by the sudden explosion and crashed into the buildings behind them.

This is just one roar from the dragon, yet it possesses such power!

Only now have the Undead realized just how big this dragon really is.

Its body is over twenty meters long, and even when it lies on the ground, it is as tall as several people.

Such a dragon can only be compared to the dragons of certain ancient generations in the memories of the Undead.

"put!"

Morgan gritted his teeth and issued his order again: before the dragon could deal with the glue on its body, they should give it a big one!

The Glasgow Gang members around them, their heads practically exploding, clung to their guns and pulled the triggers on the monster in their midst.

boom! boom! boom!