Ark Undead

W immediately began trying to incite the undead to cause trouble. But the undead immediately noticed this idea and responded positively.

"I have something to discuss with the leader of the Reunion Movement. But not now."

The immortals haven't forgotten the answer they found at Lungmen.

Wei Yanwu and the Rat King, as the two major local strongmen, gave surprisingly consistent answers. Whether they were in cahoots or not, this clue was useful enough. At the very least, the leader of the Reunion Movement must be connected.

However, before that, the Doctor held a greater allure for the undead. Both Kal'tsit's attitude towards him and Rhodes Island's availability of readily available emergency sanity potions were traces left by the Doctor.

Therefore, he didn't intend to cause any unnecessary trouble, and W was only a temporary collaborator at the moment. The Undead didn't know enough about W yet, and couldn't afford to follow her lead.

Shrugging, W didn't really think he could make the undead listen to him; it was just a fact, and he wouldn't lose anything.

She's always enjoyed watching the excitement, but she just felt it was a pity.

The group stayed in the room for quite a while longer.

W and Scout confirmed Garsen's location again, finally pinpointing the exact location of his mercenary camp. W even asked Scout for some paper and, from memory, drew out the entire location of the mercenary camp and its patrol routes.

Scout, without suspecting anything, simply put the map paper away.

The two had been friends before, since they had both worked as mercenaries.

Scout chose to settle down in a good tree, while W chose a different path; their priorities were also different.

Scout specializes in stealth, long-range sniping, and intelligence gathering.

While W may also know some of the things Scout is good at, she is better at setting traps and overall layout.

On the battlefield where they once fought for freedom, their cooperation was seamless. W laid out the entire situation, and Scout, as the key dagger, delivered the final blow.

Even after so much time has passed, Scout still believes that W would not deceive him, because she would not betray the prince's hard work.

It could be said that they appreciated each other.

"Alright! The work is almost done!"

W chuckled as he tucked the small path he'd placed on the table back into his waistband, then carefully collected a small torn piece of the cloak the Undead had left on the table before looking out the window.

It's already late at night, and the room is so warm it makes me sleepy.

"If it weren't for the heavy burden I have on my shoulders, I would really like to just lie down and sleep by the fire without thinking about anything."

W yawned, but she wasn't actually sleepy. A peaceful afternoon's sleep was already a luxury.

"You can leave tomorrow if you want. But I don't recommend it."

Scout put away the map, looked up at his old friend, and said.

"What about your subordinates? Aren't they worried?"

"Of course I'm anxious, but don't use the word 'subordinate' to describe them. Garsen has never been lenient with me. These guys follow me, and nominally I'm their leader, but in reality, they're just here to monitor me."

W chuckled, but her eyes grew increasingly cunning; she seemed to have thought of something amusing again.

“But if I’m gone, they will definitely come looking for me. They might already be sneaking over here following the trail I just left.”

"You lured them here?"

Bloodthorn paused for a moment, then sat down by the window.

He can hear sounds from outside from here.

"Why not? In the beginning, I wasn't even sure if this was your camp. If it wasn't, and something went wrong, I could have them come to my rescue. After all, on the surface, we're still on each other's side."

The shape of W looks exactly like a piece of double-sided tape, sticking to both sides and making a mess.

But she then said...

"However, I've come up with an even better method now."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the immortal.

"Mr. Undying, could you please show mercy and punish these wicked people?"

"?" The Undead asked, looking at W.

"why."

"Because that way I'll have a valid reason to go back—"

W squinted and said.

"Everyone died, and only one person survived and went back. Wouldn't that person then have the right to interpret the whole incident?"

"W's words sound nice, but there are actually many loopholes in them," Scout asked.

"But wouldn't it be more suspicious if you went back alone?"

"But I only survived by sheer luck. When did I ever say I wasn't a bad person?"

W stood up and gestured to herself.

I tapped various points on my chest, arms, lower abdomen, and thighs.

"If I only survived by sheer luck, then no matter what, he won't cause me any trouble. On the contrary, he'll believe my story because I've actually fought the Undead Man."

As she spoke, the crazed woman raised her head and looked at Scout beside her, her eyes seeming to hold a demonic glint.

"Scout, do you have a doctor here? Could you help me stop the bleeding in a bit?"

Scout opened his mouth, speechless with surprise.

This woman... is ruthless.

A suit of armor walks down Chernobog Street at night, its gray-black robes obscuring the armor itself.

An old man passing by saw the mysterious and dangerous figure in the darkness, frowned, and then quickly left the spot with the bag on his back.

Something is about to happen; hopefully, the children in the hotel won't notice anything amiss.

The armored figure continued forward until it reached the end of the road and stopped in front of a huge building.

He pulled down his cloak and hood, exposing his armor, which was covered in scratches and burn marks, to the air, then turned and looked at the deserted street.

Although he didn't see anyone behind him, the Undead had already noticed all the observers passing by him from halfway down the road.

The old man who had just passed by him was no ordinary person either; he exuded the aura of a powerful figure, but he didn't carry any hostility.

However, the guys hiding behind him were different. You could smell the fishy smell from a distance. These were the teammates W was talking about.

After determining the number of people and their location, the Undead raised his right hand, and a golden flash appeared out of thin air, illuminating the entire previously dark street.

The immortal, however, made a fist with his right hand, conjuring a long spear surrounded by lightning. He leaned back slightly and straightened his right arm.

boom!

The dazzling lightning bolts crashed into the sky like a giant cannonball, completely merging into the dark clouds.

Thunder flashed in the clouds, followed in an instant by a roar like that of a giant beast.

In an instant, as if a giant god from an ancient legend had unleashed his fury, several enormous, gleaming lightning spears fell from the clouds to the ground.

The spy only had time to glance at the suddenly changing sky before being pierced through the flesh by lightning, his scarlet blood splattering all over the alley.

The screams were completely suppressed by the booming thunder, failing to cause the slightest disturbance.

Miracle (Sunshine and Gunfire)

In an instant, the Undead dealt with the spy, withdrew his right hand, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Although it only replicates some of the powers of the gods, it is still somewhat exhausting for the immortals.

He can fight indefinitely, using every part of his body to kill, and he can also continuously use spells, miracles, and incantations.

However, changing the way spells are used in this way, and even making them track the target's location according to one's own will, is quite costly. Precision has always been the most troublesome thing, and spells are no exception.

Thinking about it this way, Solal only activated some of the original powers of the undead, yet it still achieved that terrifying effect.

Just how strong was he before?

The one who performed the miracle turned around, looked at the woman who had been following him in the shadows the whole time, and said to her.

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Eight...nine...well, that's all. That's more than I expected. I thought he had already assigned me watchers, so there wouldn't be any more spies. This has actually solved a lot of trouble for me."

W twitched the corners of her mouth; she wanted to laugh, but found she couldn't manage it.

Such overwhelming power, akin to a natural disaster, made one grateful only upon witnessing it that they hadn't chosen the righteous path of fleeing.

"okay."

Once all the loose ends have been resolved, we can proceed as planned.

Then, the Undead drew a red-hot longsword from his waist.

The crimson flames burned continuously, even when far from the campfire.

"Ready, all set?"

W shuddered and couldn't help but ask.

Are you sure you can stop the bleeding?

"If you want, you can have it restored directly."

"That..."

W looked at the crimson spiral longsword, gritted her teeth, and said.

"Come on, I'm ready."

So the man gripped the sword hilt with his right hand and pulled the woman's shoulder with his left.

laugh!

The scalding hot blade burned the wound the moment it pierced her body. But the intense pain still caused her once beautiful face to contort in agony, and beads of sweat streamed down her cheeks.

Until the longsword left his body, W grabbed the Undead's arm, too pained to speak.

The flames weren't just burning her wounds; they were burning her very soul.

This will help her better understand what she was living for.

"All right?"

"No...not enough!"