Ark Undead

Just as she was about to speak, the undead who had been silent all along suddenly spoke.

"I have a way. At least, I can hold on for a while longer."

The Undead interrupted their conversation, saying...

"If it's just about slowing down the illness, I can help."

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Undead."

Kal'tsit didn't seem worried about what method the undead were talking about; her understanding of the undead went beyond what she currently knew.

"I'll have Nearl and Ace take Sussurro and Gavial with them when they set off. They'll be traveling with the team and bringing field surgical equipment. So Scout, get the mission done as quickly as possible."

"Understood!"

Since Kal'tsit trusts the Undead, Scout is also entrusting his teammates' lives to the Undead.

"There are 30 seconds left. Is there anything else you want to say?"

Kal'tsit finally asked.

That's all. Let's end it here.

"That concludes the discussion. I hope to hear good news from you by this time tomorrow."

Kal'tsit nodded slightly to Scout and the Undead, then the screen on the terminal gradually blurred and finally turned into a white blur.

Scout put away his terminal and breathed a sigh of relief. The most urgent problem was finally solved, and now it was time to take action!

After a brief silence, Scout composed himself and looked up at the Undead.

"Let's go check on the thumbtack and the long tone."

...

Of the two wounded members of Scout's team during this operation, Longtone's condition was slightly better. Although his right hand was temporarily disabled, he still had the ability to move. With his arm immobilized and a nerve-stimulating injection, he could continue to move.

But Thumbtack's condition is far from optimistic; he remains in a deep sleep. Even unable to open his eyes, he clenches his teeth, his brow furrowed in his unconscious state.

Upon learning that it was the Undead who had slowed Thumbtack's condition, Yulan found it somewhat absurd. As the team's field medic, she knew how difficult it would be to delay Thumbtack's injury any longer.

But the Undead simply raised his right hand, and the light emanating from it smoothed out the thumbtack's furrowed brows and alleviated the bruising on his legs. His legs, which had been nearly flat, lost their terrifying purple color and became slightly raised.

"I just want his blood to continue flowing as it was before. But the bones, I can't."

"That's enough, that's more than enough! I can keep his bones in their original position, so he can hold on until Susuluo and the others arrive!"

Yu Lan excitedly began the next steps in treating the thumbtack.

Miracle [Radiant Grace].

Legend has it that this is a spell taught to the knights by the Queen's saintess, Gertrude, capable of slowly and continuously healing the body and mind.

It is also an indispensable rescue technique for the knights of Lothric in their conquest of various nations.

Given the current situation with the thumbtack, this spell is sufficient to stabilize the situation.

Scout, watching from the sidelines, still found the whole thing rather bizarre.

This person is a bit too outrageous; he can fight, use magic, and even heal.

What's so special about that? Are war knights really born for battle? He seems to know a thing or two about everything related to fighting.

The Undead didn't seem to realize anything; he simply nodded to Scout and then left the patient's rest tent to sit down by the campfire.

Once Scout saw that his teammates had stabilized, he immediately called to Mimi and Mulam and turned to arrange what needed to be done next.

According to Bloodthorn, the route he takes is at a fixed time each day.

After inquiring again about the approximate time Bloodthorn left Chernobog, Mimi and Mlam were assigned to stay and observe the area. They were to immediately notify Scout and the others if the water supply stopped.

They need to get into the city as soon as possible.

The sooner we get to the city, the more time we'll have to gather information, so we won't be completely clueless when Ace and Nearl arrive.

Finally, around 10 p.m., when Mimi and Mulam were stationed at the target location, they brought good news.

The sewer drain stopped flowing, revealing an opening large enough for five or six people to pass through at the same time.

Scout immediately called on Yulan and told the remaining team members to get ready within a minute and head over to Mimi and Mulam.

Changyin is able to move on his own, but Tuding can only be carried by a special person with his legs fixed in place.

An hour after the Undead used the miracle, Thumbtack woke up once. After understanding the situation, he accepted Yulan's arrangement and was carried by Long Scorpion and Lei Fa in turns.

Scout then inquired about Bloodthorn's wishes, whether he wanted to join them in re-entering Chernobog.

Bloodthorn had no objections; he was going to follow the Undead anyway, and he was just thinking about the fight the Undead had fought with him.

After the undead pulled the spiraling longsword from the campfire, everyone immediately sprang into action.

With the addition of the Undead and Bloodthorn, the Scout squad faced significantly less pressure in carrying out their mission.

By the time everyone arrived at their destination, it was already 10:20 p.m.

“Mr. Bloodthorn, lead the way. Slinka and Pult will scout ahead of Mr. Bloodthorn. The rest of you will follow behind Mr. Bloodthorn, keeping a distance of no more than five meters between each other. Mlam, you and Mimi will be at the very back, protecting Yulan and the others in the middle.”

Scout finished giving instructions, pulled down his mask and goggles, and said.

"Ten minutes left, let's go!"

Using handheld cold light lamps, the group entered Chernobog's sewer system through the manhole.

The Undead stood at the very back of the group. He glanced back to make sure there were no signs of life behind him, then followed the group and entered the sewer system.

171. Red ahoge (cowlick)

If time could be turned back, many people would have things they wanted to change.

For example, it can help you tell your foolish past self not to fall for that boy or girl.

We should also tell our foolish past selves not to choose a particular industry, or to cherish the time spent with a particular person.

But all of that has become the past, a colorful crystallization that has settled in time.

These unchangeable past experiences have shaped who I am today, and have also allowed me to see the path ahead illuminated by the light of these crystallized memories. Whether it is light or darkness, it is the path I must walk, the path I have chosen.

The girl gently tossed the coin in her hand. She had been staring at the coin for half an hour, and none of her teammates knew what she was thinking.

Ever since witnessing the scene on the ice field yesterday, the captain seemed to be recalling some unbearable past, immersing himself in his memories and not speaking to his teammates all day.

However, no one cared about this, even though the girl from Kazdel had a notorious reputation in the industry. Everyone was just trying to make a living, and in the mercenary world, there was never a hierarchy of status or rank.

There is only life or death.

The girl looked at the coin in her hand, still pondering how that squad from Rhodes Island managed to bury so many Ursus soldiers in the same location.

If there are too many, those Ursus soldiers certainly won't blindly bury their lives in this place.

But if the number is too small and the difference in strength is too great, would the Ursus soldiers just go up and die?

Not right either.

So the only explanation is that they couldn't escape and were all wiped out.

Furthermore, there was melted snow and charred remains of corpses. The frozen mass of bodies spoke volumes: the opponent must have been a master of fire-based Originium magic.

To be honest, for a moment, she thought it was the leader of the Reunion Movement who personally stepped in and solved the problem for Rhodes Island.

With both flames and weapons, it's exactly the same as that leader's battle tactics.

But thinking back on it, I realize that such a speculation is really bizarre and completely impossible.

Now, back in Chernobog, the girl has just handed over the intelligence she gathered today, and her mind is already on other things.

What is the objective of that squad from Rhodes Island, and what can be exploited from them?

After all, these were the remains left behind by "her," and the old lynx didn't conflict with his purpose; perhaps he could negotiate with them.

With this thought in mind, the girl turned around and glanced at her teammates behind her.

We need to find a way to get rid of them.

Or, to be more decisive, use someone else to do the dirty work?

In the early hours of last night, the Undead group had made their way through the sewers and were finally breathing fresh air when the water valve behind them was turned on. A huge amount of water gushed out from behind the valve, almost soaking the Undead at the rear in sewer sewage.

But seeing his relaxed and composed demeanor, and his steady movements, he was not frightened by such a dangerous situation, which made everyone admire him.

Little did they know, the undead had long since grown accustomed to this smell. After all, compared to the excrement of those giants, this stuff was nothing.

Following the guidance of Bloodthorn, he led the group to a small inn in the outer slums of Chernobog and they stayed there.

Upon seeing Bloodthorn, the shopkeeper was initially taken aback, then welcomed Bloodthorn inside with a look of delight, before glancing at the Scout squad members behind Bloodthorn.

I don't know how Bloodthorn talked to the manager, but the manager actually agreed to give the entire floor to the Scout team.

As they went upstairs, Scout asked Bloodthorn curiously, and Bloodthorn chuckled twice before replying.

"This person is my fan. I promised to give him an autograph and we could take a photo together."

"?" The Undead, who was standing nearby, glanced at him after hearing this.

"Will the people of Ursus like infected knights?"

"You can't say that. Although Ursus's overall attitude towards the infected is one of extermination, the general public is actually okay. In a sense, this is a kind of foreign policy strategy for Ursus. A special kind of correct approach."

Scout helped Bloodthorn out of the predicament, and as he said this, he also glanced at the Undead.

"You must have a lot of fans, right? Do you know anything about your fans?"

"No."

The Undead shook his head and brought up the topic of fans. Although he felt surrounded by fans, he hadn't really paid much attention to it.

However, upon closer examination, it becomes clear that many of the Undying Man's actions so far have been aided by his own fans.

The most prominent among them was a certain lord of the snow realm, the head of the Shivaesh family.

Although he is currently dealing with his own affairs in Sherag, he has already provided a great deal of assistance to the Undead in various circumstances, both at Dragonhead and in Victoria.

It's fair to say that SilverAsh deserves at least half the credit for the Undead being able to find so much information so far.

If I have the chance, I should go and thank SilverAsh in person.

The Undead, lost in thought, said goodnight to Scout and the others, and then everyone went to rest.