Ark Undead

But with the awakening of heroes, those ancient deeds and legends reappear in the world.

Because he is the source of that faith, because he is the legend itself.

Now, the nameless king lowered his gaze to all around him.

Those despicable individuals who desecrate honor and the souls of heroes will pay the price for their ignorant and arrogant actions.

He raised his hand, and flames appeared.

With a wave of his hand, flesh and blood turned to ashes.

Crimson fireballs flew from the flame-forged blades, passing through the crowd.

"What is that!?"

"How should I know?! Run, no matter what!"

"Why are you running away! Even if I die here, I will make the people of Victoria pay the price!"

"Didn't that king say Victoria wouldn't have any resistance?! What is that?!"

"It's so hot! It's so hot! Ahhh..."

The scene was neither bloody nor hellish.

It was just a lament of life coming to an end.

The body was scorched by the intense heat and disintegrated bit by bit under the temperature.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes; life is born from the soil and must return to the earth.

He stretched out his left hand, palm facing the sky.

The sky answered his call, and lightning returned to his palm amidst cheers, transforming into his sharpest spear.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, unleashing lightning, and the dark clouds fought for him.

A thunderous wave swept through the dark clouds, bringing judgment upon the cowards.

Countless lives were lost in just two strikes.

Those who were infected were both lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, on this night, they witnessed the return of the ancient.

Unfortunately, on this night, they desecrated antiquity itself, and attempted to harm its heritage and erase its existence.

Everything about his life in Victoria was now clearly displayed in the mind of the immortal.

He knew that if it weren't for the madness of these ignorant people, he would have fallen into a deep sleep of confusion and ignorance, unable to wake up.

He also knew that these infected people were trying to harm his friends and disciples.

Given enough time, he would find out who was behind this, allowing these irrational patients to enter Lentinium.

He had long felt the gaze from the abyss in the center of the city.

The nameless hero glanced sideways and saw a gaze lurking in the cracks, frantically trying to escape.

He should have nipped that danger in the bud himself. But malice from beyond the world had already arrived.

The dark clouds in the sky began to tremble. He could clearly feel that the shadows of the old generation had sensed his presence and were trying to break through the riddled barriers to make him pay the price for his past achievements.

If it were my former self, I would have ignored everything around me and fought this despicable fellow to the death.

He wants to drink its blood, he wants to eat its flesh. He wants to turn the deep shadow that has stolen the world's last rays into firewood for a new world.

But now...

"strength."

The immortals sighed softly.

The initial flames are consuming the last remaining radiant soul. Without sufficient preparation before this great battle, even he himself cannot guarantee victory.

If this ancient flame were to go out again, how long would it take to reignite it?

Before leaving, he had to take care of everything he needed to do.

The ruler strode toward the lower city of Londinium.

There, there were vulnerable lives that had helped him. Now, it is his turn to express his sincere gratitude.

At this moment, the wind and rain swept through the lower city, but the infected continued to flood into the upper city like a tide.

Vina and Hannah were like a small boat on a wave.

After the initial resistance, the remaining infected rushed forward, holding off Mr. Ghost for only a few minutes before a new wave of infected poured in.

Although they didn't fill the entire lower town, the targeted infected still posed a life-threatening threat to the Glasgow Gang members.

"Big sister! Can we leave now?!"

Hannah dodged an attack from an infected, panting heavily; her arms were already numb and aching. If they continued to relieve the pressure on the undead, they would be the ones who died here in the end.

"withdraw!"

Vina also had several stab wounds on her shoulder.

Fortunately, the weapons that hurt her were all made of steel, and she never allowed Originium crystals to touch her body.

However, fighting among so many infected who have died makes even getting injured a dangerous act.

If we don't withdraw from the battlefield this morning, Vina will become one of the sick tonight.

"How do we retreat? Hah! Boss! Give me a direction!"

Hannah shielded Vina from an attack that came from the side, catching Vina's slightly unbalanced body.

"Go through the alley on the right! First, head to Mr. Wanderer's house, then run behind his house!"

Hannah glanced over there; the number of infected people was the lowest over there, making it a good direction for a breakthrough.

"Guys! What's that little thing to the right?!"

Hannah was about to yell at the Glasgow gang members, telling them they should retreat that way.

Just then, a golden spear flashed past her hair and pierced the attacker's chest.

Hannah only caught a glimpse of a golden flash, and her eyes were nearly burned.

The attacker had already raised his knife, intending to stab Hannah in the side.

Before he could even make a move, he was pierced through by a spear made of lightning, leaving a bloody hole in his chest. His blood was evaporated by the high temperature, and the remaining lightning turned into snakes that scattered in all directions, paralyzing all the infected people around him!

Hannah and Vina both looked back at the same time.

A person slowly walked in from the entrance of the Upper City.

The man was clad in armor stained with flames, with a deep red ring of fire above his head, and his right hand held a katana repaired and supported by flames.

Lightning is gathering again in his left hand, as if to open a door to survival for people.

Enraged lightning bolts shot from his hand, transforming into golden raindrops that fell from the sky.

melt.

The intense heat and raging power melted away all the infected who stood in the way of the Glasgow Gang, like solid ice sinking into lava.

But the raging lightning struck without harming a single member of the Glasgow Gang. They watched as their enemies vanished amidst desperate cries.

Vina was stunned for a long time before she reacted when the undead walked up to her.

"Wandering Soul...Mr."

The immortal nodded slightly and spoke.

"I've come to say goodbye, Vina."

The voice was different from the dry one of the past; it was both distant and close at hand, warm and majestic.

"Mr. Wandering Soul?!"

Hannah stared in disbelief at the undead's body. The undead now looked completely different from its previous withered and lifeless form. The armor on his body seemed alive, and he himself was life itself.

"it's me."

The Undead still remember these two little guys.

Hannah liked to sleep by his campfire. Vina liked to come over, sit by the fire, eat lollipops, and sometimes ask him how to use the hammer.

"Holy crap! That's fucking awesome! Amazing!"

When Hannah saw the armor on the undead, she swore excitedly.

"Is this real?! Is this really fire?! Holy crap, it's real! I'm so lucky today! Ouch! It's so hot!!"

She even tried poking the fiery red patterns on the armor with her hands.

Fortunately, the undead withdrew their radiating heat in front of them, otherwise Hannah would have been in serious trouble.

"bid farewell?"

Vina, however, grasped the key point in the undead's words.

"Are you finally leaving, Mr. Ghost? Is Melantha alright?"

"Thanks to your reminder, she is still safe."

The Undead nodded and thanked Vina.

"However, it might be a bit troublesome in the future. If she is in danger, we will have to trouble you to take good care of her."

"That's only right, it's something I promised to do."

Vina nodded without hesitation; it was her deal with the undead.

Now, with the clearing of the area by those who don't die, the Glasgow gang, who might have been killed in the infected riot, has escaped the threat of death.

If they survive tonight's riots, the Glasgow Gang's fighting strength will experience a qualitative leap, a result of having faced life and death.

Will we ever see each other again?

Just as the Undead were about to leave, Hannah spoke up.

She was a little shy, after all, she had never said such a thing before.

The big white cat scratched her head and said shyly.