Ark Undead

The Undead hung the greatsword back behind him and picked up the stone that had rolled to his feet.

Tonight, the nameless dragon slayer and the Glasgow Gang's heroes brought the hunt to an end.

The dragon has fallen!

118. The storm is gradually subsiding.

"So you think this incident isn't a problem with the infected people at all?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think any infected person could turn into a dragon?! Does such Originium Arts even exist?!"

"I don't care who did it. Everyone saw that dragon last night. What other explanation is there besides it being a dragon? No! Not a single explanation! It must have been Drak's doing!"

These topics were being hotly debated in parliament, while some members of parliament sitting in the audience remained silent.

They knew that the central focus of today's discussion was not the infected or the dragon, but the power shift that this opportunity would bring.

It's a foregone conclusion that Drak's faction will inevitably disappear temporarily. With their leader gone, the only remaining successor is rumored to be the leader of the Infected. This is an unacceptable reality for any Victorian.

But can Aslan's faction remain uninvolved?

No, no one can stand aside.

After the Drak faction's discussion ended, it was immediately time for the Aslan royalists' discussion to begin.

The unicorn, representing balance, will ensure that the forces of Aslan and Drak are not on the verge of collapse.

No one knows how many trump cards the unicorn has up its sleeve; all the members of the upper council are secretly speculating.

"What about that Sarkaz nobleman you mentioned with whom you have a good relationship? Where is that guy named Theresis now?"

“Theresis? I saw him leave the city yesterday, it was quite late.”

"What? They've already run away?"

"But then again, were they really nobles from Kazdel? Just some kind of trash..."

There's no need to discuss anything further. Today's parliament is nothing more than a group of greedy people using this opportunity to declare their desires, and all the responsibility can be shifted onto others.

For example, the Drak faction, which currently lacks a leader, and the infected individuals.

Although there is no concrete evidence that Drak and the Infected were responsible, the ruling class often doesn't want real evidence; they just need an excuse.

Ideally, this excuse would allow them to make a big deal out of it.

On the other side, Kroos opened his eyes.

She waited until she fell asleep yesterday, but the undead person didn't come back. When she heard the door open in the middle of the night, she was still half asleep.

After simply identifying who it was by the familiar scent, Kroos fell asleep.

I vaguely remember reaching out and hugging him?

Kroos couldn't remember anymore, but when she woke up, she was the only one left by the fire.

Ah, thankfully there's still a burning campfire.

When the Undead were not around, Kroos would follow the Undead's instructions and throw firewood into the campfire little by little.

If you feel the fire isn't big enough, you can find small, wide pieces of firewood that can burn quickly and produce a large flame.

If you feel the fire is already big enough and want to maintain that temperature, then choose thick and sturdy firewood. Such firewood can withstand burning for a long time and can often burn for an hour and a half.

Fortunately, the dead man returned in the middle of the night, otherwise the fire would have been put out.

If the dead man came back in the middle of the night yesterday, then why did he leave again so early today?

I can't figure it out, I just can't understand it no matter what I do.

But Little Kroos didn't need to think about such things. She only knew that nothing could stop the Undead, and she didn't need to worry about their safety.

As usual, after washing his face and brushing his teeth, Kroos prepared to head towards Hannah.

Hannah and the Undead went out to work last night, and Kroos didn't spend much time with Hannah.

We need to make up for it properly today!

Before long, Kroos arrived at the Glasgow gang's base.

Hannah, who was still holding a toothbrush in her mouth, narrowed her eyes when she saw Kroos and greeted him.

"Juventus? (Mr. Ghost?)"

After brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth with water, Hannah wiped the foam off her face and said.

"They must have gone to Miss Skyfire's place, right? After all, they really managed to fool her yesterday."

"I heard that Miss Skyfire went to the police station to ransom someone in the middle of the night yesterday, but when she got there, she was found to have been sent to an infected community."

Vina, who was next to her, also sat up from the bed, stretched, greeted Kroos, and added a comment.

Good morning, little Kroos!

Actually, although Vina seemed to be absent from the scene last night, her work was actually the most important.

If Vina hadn't been holding back the forces from other factions in the upper city, the Undead and Hannah would probably have had a large influx of people heading towards the infected settlement halfway through their plan.

Logically speaking, the more people the better, because there's strength in numbers.

However, it was uncertain how many people within Victoria were actually hoping for this event to happen.

It's even more uncertain whether this matter is related to Draco's lineage.

Therefore, Vina chose to keep the relevant information and the scene under wraps.

Everyone only saw a dragon flying in the sky and knew nothing about the details of the incident.

Other spies hiding in areas where infected people live are not within Hannah's concerns.

Whether they can see the most authentic situation is still unknown.

Moreover, according to that person, the enormous monster did not seem to be the work of Drak's faction.

If this incident was indeed orchestrated by Draco's faction, then the matter is extremely serious.

Aslan's faction, being a royalist, is definitely involved.

The three pillars are interdependent; if one prospers, all prosper; if one suffers, all suffer.

Even if there is internal strife, it is not up to foreign forces to interfere.

Moreover, that guy named Therese packed his bags and ran away last night, which really surprised everyone.

Looking back now, that guy named Theresis was really too mysterious.

As a Sarkaz member who rarely appears in public, he delegates many matters to members of parliament who are on good terms with him.

Furthermore, the fact that he ran away immediately after the dragon was released makes it hard not to put him on the list of suspects.

However, at least now there is a buffer period.

Almost everyone in the infected community knew that Aslan's group had killed the monsters.

It's incredibly difficult to suppress something like this.

As a result, Vina's fame rose rapidly overnight, and soon reached a certain point.

How things develop from here on out depends on Vina's own ideas.

Of course, there's also that mysterious balance faction, the Unicorns.

When the Undead arrived in front of Tianhuo's house, it was still early morning.

The Undead didn't know if Skyfire was asleep. But according to Vina, when she walked this way late last night, she saw Miss Skyfire standing in front of the police station, seemingly trying to redeem the Undead.

Unfortunately, the person who didn't die was no longer with the police station at that time.

I wonder what Tianhuo is doing now.

He habitually pressed the doorbell, and then the Undead knocked on the door again.

Not long after, a tired voice came through the loudspeaker at the entrance.

"Who? Keep it simple, state your purpose."

Tianhuo's voice is very distinctive, a voice that carries a hint of pride yet is also sweet.

But now, in addition to the original arrogance, there is also an inexplicable worry and a deep sense of exhaustion.

Did she not get any rest all night?

The Undead remained silent for a while, unsure of how to begin.

"Is nobody here? Is it some guy trying to make fun of me again?"

Tianhuo's voice gradually became stern, indicating that she was not in a good mood.

After a moment of silence, the undead opened its mouth.

"It is I, the Undead. Heavenly Fire, open the gate."

After the Undead spoke, the sound from the loudspeaker suddenly disappeared for a while.

Then came the sounds of footsteps coming alternately from the loudspeaker and the living room on the first floor.

There were thumping and thumping sounds, interspersed with the sound of books falling to the ground.

Soon, the door in front of the Undead was opened, revealing a slightly haggard figure.

"Heavenly Fire".

The Undead looked down at the petite Felin girl in front of him.

The dark circles around my eyes are incredibly thick; this isn't something that can be caused by just one all-nighter.

It's more likely a sign of mental exhaustion from racking one's brains all night.

Tianhuo stared at the Undead for two seconds.

Just as the Undead was about to say something, the Felin girl in front of him suddenly pounced on him.

The proud brown-haired cat abandoned its reserve and hugged the undead tightly, as if to confirm whether he was real.

"What are you doing?"

The immortals cannot understand this action.