Ark Undead

"Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The sergeant commander grinned maliciously at the man who was wearing armor, though he was only partially visible under the cloak.

"You must be infected, why are you hiding yourself?"

The passing titled knight simply took his greatsword from his back and glanced at the number of enemies in front of him.

He really didn't expect to see another large group of soldiers so soon.

He clearly said he was just asking for directions and didn't want to make a big fuss.

However, since we've already drawn our swords, let's finish this quickly.

We can't keep Scout and the others waiting.

Then, flames erupted from the greatsword, and the nameless knight shouldered the greatsword, faced the enemy directly, and launched a charge.

This is an extremely rare instance of an undead launching a proactive attack.

He was in a hurry.

167. The Disruptor Enters the Scene

When the blade first touched the first line of shield guards, they knew they were wrong, terribly wrong.

This was not an equal battle at all. The greatsword easily bent the shield and the man together. The enormous force even crushed the steel shield and the fragile flesh together, as if modern technology had been embedded in the flesh.

The heat wave generated by the mere aftershock of the sword strike melted all the snowflakes within several meters, and facing the knight directly felt like one's eyes were being burned.

Each strike was like shaking a giant mountain or stirring up the deep sea; no one could withstand a single blow from him.

"volley!"

A crossbow bolt came from afar, its sharp arrowhead piercing through his armor and embedding itself deep into his body beneath it.

But how could mortals possibly reach the ruler of flames? Even the sharpest arrowhead would melt in the solidified flames that surged across his armor, like magma.

The heatwave raged, melting the steel arrowheads into molten iron, which was then compressed into his armor, becoming part of it. The excess wood and debris burned up in mid-air before hitting the ground.

He was no longer the same person he once was. After accepting a gift from his friend, the undead no longer feared fighting a group of enemies.

The gradually awakening First Flame was a symbol of authority; no longer could any rabble, with their lone courage, dare to approach the ancient king.

The churning sparks and swirling heat waves burned the esophagus in a single breath, making even breathing difficult, let alone fighting against him.

A dense barrage of arrows, wavy in shape, rained down on the undead.

He raised his left hand, and flames gathered, instantly forming a ball of flames the size of a head.

A deep red, blazing fire swirled around, but unlike the blinding flames, this crimson inferno seemed to whisper, and upon looking at it, one would hear the whispers of a demon.

The remnants of the breeding ground for demons, the flames themselves representing life, bring irregular life into the world.

But the demons, dwelling in the smoke and soot of the burning flames, gradually marched toward their demise.

This is the destiny of fire and people.

Curses (Remnants of a Nurturing Breed)

The ball of flame, as perfect as the sun, swelled as it was thrown from the Undead's left hand.

"Warlock! Warlock!"

The commander shouted, but his eyes could not leave the magnificent flame.

This is an instinctive gaze, an uncontrollable attraction.

Therefore, he watched the ball of flame fall from the sky, and then watched it explode in front of him, bursting into blinding light, before being buried in the scorching flames.

The sorcerers behind him were also drawn to the beautiful flames, their spells unconsciously ceasing until everything was engulfed by the heatwave.

Having achieved a decisive victory, the Undead, carrying his greatsword, took two more steps forward and charged into the crossbowmen's formation.

Crossbowmen were the elite of the army, equipped with both crossbow bolts and close-range weapons. But if even shield bearers couldn't withstand the onslaught, how could these fragile human bodies become a city wall?

The crossbow bolts melted into dust, and the swords and knives broke.

The massacre lasted for several minutes, until a traveler emerging from the icy mist summoned the fiery spirits of hell, burying everything there.

Until the last warlock was severed at the waist by the greatsword, he flew through the air, staring at the wound on his lower body that had been sealed shut in an instant. At that moment, he even forgot to scream, only staring at the flames on the giant sword.

So beautiful...

Then, they plunged into endless darkness.

The flames rising from the undead gradually died down, and the flames on the sword also began to disappear from the hilt.

He turned around and looked towards the woods. He smelled a familiar scent.

"Scout?"

"It's amazing you could recognize me from so far away... You saw me?"

Scout unexpectedly appeared from the bushes, his once-proud hiding skills were seen through at a glance by the Undead.

"No, I just sensed that there were people here. It's a special ability."

The Undead shook his head; he indeed did not see Scout.

But the aura and soul of that powerful being cannot be hidden no matter what, just like a lamp in the dark night, always burning brightly.

Scout didn't know if the Undead was telling the truth or not; the image of the Undead charging into battle alone was still vivid in his mind.

I've always known that the Undead is very strong, but I've never fought him or seen his unique Originium Arts.

Now that he has the opportunity to see this, Scout can only be thankful that such a strong person is on his side.

"You're the reinforcements sent by Dr. Kal'tsit?"

Scout gathered his thoughts, realizing it wasn't convenient to talk here, so he invited the Undead to come along.

"Come on, let's get to our temporary camp first. We need to change locations; others will catch up to us soon."

The Undead nodded, slung the greatsword behind his back, and quickly moved away from the spot with Scout.

Snowflakes and ice blocks melted at high temperatures, pooling in low-lying areas to form meltwater, mixed with scarlet blood and charred, blackened human tissue.

Before long, the low-lying blood lake condensed into pieces of crystals under the low temperature, and after a period of time, it completely turned into ice.

Then, covered by falling snowflakes, the earth returned to its silvery white state.

When this land devours people, it never refuses anyone who comes.

Later that evening, a special team arrived and looked at the peaceful snowfield with some surprise.

"The bodies are buried in the snow, and we can't see the specific details of the wounds. Should we dig them out?"

The team member asked the woman in charge.

"Hmm... take a look, maybe we'll come to some interesting conclusions."

The woman in the lead gave a slightly strange smile, then casually kicked the ground a couple of times.

After receiving orders, the team members behind her immediately set off to move the bodies out of the snow one by one to assess their condition.

Their mission was to capture those rats who had come from outside. Whether the Ursus military did it or they did it themselves, they had to ensure these guys couldn't interfere with the organization's future operations.

Therefore, it is necessary to determine how many died, whether they were all wiped out, and whether they still have the power to interfere with the operation.

The girl in the lead knew Scout; she was aware of his abilities, recognizing him as a master of stealth.

Furthermore, it is crucial to ascertain whether he is alive or dead.

But when her foot pierced through the snowflakes and kicked the ground, the unusual sensation made her look down in surprise.

Even frozen ground beneath snowflakes shouldn't feel so smooth.

She brushed the snowflakes off the ground with her thick military boots and finally saw the deep red ice.

Dark red?

The girl swept away the snowflakes around her with great interest, but the more she swept, the more the scene she saw made her movements slower. She finally stopped completely, staring blankly at the ice beneath her feet.

The team members behind them turned over all the corpses that were still on the surface and carefully examined the wounds on the bodies.

"Boss, these guys have severed limbs. The wounds have been burned beyond recognition. They must have been quickly scalded shut by the high temperature after their bodies were severed."

As the girl's second-in-command, one of the Sarkaz mercenaries, carrying his greatsword, approached the leader and spoke.

"All the bodies the brothers found belonged to Ursus soldiers; they didn't see a single body with any other markings."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Furthermore, the number of corpses here doesn't quite add up. It's like someone left with parts of their head and limbs... It can't be some kind of weird fetish, can it?"

But the girl in front of him didn't make a move; instead, she stared at something she had swept out from under his feet.

"Boss?"

The mercenary couldn't help but ask again, and then received a look from his boss.

"Stop looking, come and take a look."

She gathered all the mercenaries together and brought them to the ice surface she had just cleared.

The moment they saw the ice, everyone gasped in shock.

Limbs, heads, and various burnt human tissues are frozen beneath the ice.

The corpse, with only the upper body remaining, had half of its face burned beyond recognition, and even its eyeballs were dim, yet its two eyes remained wide open, staring intently at the sky.

Around his head, hands, feet, and broken swords were scattered haphazardly.

"This is?!"

The mercenary couldn't help but swallow hard; such a sight and scene were truly rare to see.

"Have you noticed that this whole area is flat land?"

The girl spoke the most terrifying truth in the calmest tone.

"But there isn't such flat land around Ursus. These flat, open areas can already be marked on a map."

The crowd surrounded the area, which was about twenty meters wide, and the snowflakes on the ground were almost all there.

"Go, sweep this entire flat area clear."