Ark Undead

W stubbornly raised her head, opened her mouth with pale lips, and furrowed her brows. She gritted her teeth and spoke with difficulty.

"And...and thighs...ouch!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the immortal raised his right hand again and pierced through the girl's already unsteady thigh once more.

Even though she was pierced twice, and her hands were almost leaving marks on the undead's arm armor, she still didn't scream.

Even the immortal felt a pang of pity. He sighed, drew his longsword, and then reached out his right hand to support the girl's other armpit. Meanwhile, a soft white light shone from his left hand.

According to legend, the miracle was taught by Moen, an apostle of Archbishop Kalim.

Moen is a follower of Quat, the goddess of tears.

And this miracle is the story of her being surrounded by death.

Miracle (Healing Tears)

The trickle of blood flowing from the wound gradually stopped, and the burning sensation in the wound slowly subsided.

This gradually improved the girl's complexion.

"Go."

Once the Undead was sure W could stand on his own, he released W.

After W endured the pain, he forced a smile through his contorted face and said to the Undead.

"Just now... just now you were quite chivalrous, War Knight... War Knight. I'm... I've fallen for you."

"..."

Even at this moment, she still had the mind to joke, but the Undead shook his head and didn't reply.

Unable to get a response from the immortal, the girl bid him farewell and dragged her broken body away along the dimly lit alley.

The Undead watched her go, then pulled up his cloak and hood and turned to leave.

What a crazy woman, but...admirable.

written request for leave

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175. There's always tomorrow.

When someone discovered W had returned, it was almost midnight.

The patrolling mercenaries carried W to the infirmary for treatment. Just a few minutes later, a burly man arrived at the infirmary. Upon seeing him, the infirmary staff immediately went to his side and whispered something in his ear.

The man frowned and looked at W, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

"The wounds were deep and all penetrating, and there were several burn marks on his body, which showed signs of a fight."

The medical staff analyzed W's injuries as they spoke.

"There wasn't much bleeding from the wound, but the surrounding muscle tissue was almost completely burned off, which stopped the bleeding from increasing. However, the wound still needs to be reopened for cleaning and repair."

Is there a possibility of self-harm?

The man asked a question that seemed quite inappropriate, but the staff at the infirmary were not surprised.

They all knew that the girl lying in bed and the current mercenary leader didn't get along.

"It's almost certain that I can't think of any other self-harm method that could be so precise and ruthless. The way it went in into her stomach was so direct and decisive. It was practically designed to cripple her."

The medical staff denied the mercenary captain's claim, and he continued.

"There were no probing wounds, and even the wound itself was a straight line from bottom to top. Of course, if you think she would be so ruthless as to run into a sharp object stuck there, then that argument is not entirely unfounded."

The medical staff shrugged, indicating that they had just made a joke, which sounded quite funny.

Garsen's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed; if that was the case, then it was perfectly acceptable.

"Cure her and let me know as soon as she wakes up. I have something to ask her."

"Yes, Lord Garsen."

The medical staff sprang into action again, carrying W into the operating room and beginning to provide W with as much medical care as possible using the limited resources available.

Garsen went outside, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze grew even more profound.

Garsen knew that W harbored the most ill intentions. But at the same time, W's value as a mercenary was entirely justified by the ever-present potential for malice within her. It was a contradictory situation, yet one that left him helpless.

Everyone knew W was acting strangely; she was unwilling to interact with many mercenaries, only maintaining long-term contact with two men she used to know. However, the information and intelligence W brought back often proved decisive.

However, someone had advised me not to completely trust W, because she had never sworn allegiance to her current employer.

Since the Regent of Kazdel consolidated most of the mercenaries in Kazdel, the Sarkaz mercenaries of Kazdel have become his private army.

It wasn't that the mercenaries wanted to submit to him, but rather that he offered them a condition they couldn't refuse.

life.

With the military under his control, Ithurst could easily target mercenaries. Moreover, the new regent wasn't refusing to pay them; on the contrary, he was offering quite a good wage. The only difference was that mercenaries would henceforth only be allowed one employer.

This is Itsis. He told Garsen that he wanted to come here to support the Reunion Movement and fully cooperate with the Reunion leader's actions. As for the price... let's not even talk about how much Itsis's deposit was. If the Reunion Movement asked them to do anything beyond the agreement, that would be another unexpected reward.

Garsen was content with his current position and the pay he was receiving. Therefore, he always viewed W, this unstable element, with the utmost malice.

W has been somewhat absent-minded for some time now. Especially after arriving in Chernobog, she has frequently wandered off alone, and it's completely unclear what she's thinking or planning.

Garsen never let go of his suspicions about W. So when W returned, even while she was still unconscious, Garsen's first thought was what kind of enemy she had encountered, whether she had harmed herself, or what little scheme she had to deliberately harm him.

But the words of the medical staff still put Garsen on his guard. In fact, as a mercenary, he knew that with such injuries, even self-harm would be a losing proposition.

This basically proves that W has indeed encountered someone outside the expected scope. And this will have a significant impact on the Reunion Movement's plans in Chernobog.

Moreover, what alarmed Garsen most was that, apart from W, all the members he had sent to monitor W—even those who hadn't appeared in public or were secretly observing—had become unreachable.

Even the investigators they sent out themselves couldn't find a single clue.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with his thick military boots, and then left the infirmary.

In short, all the questions will only be answered once W wakes up, and we'll be able to get even a few words from her.

Let's wait and see what this guy is up to when she wakes up.

A knock sounded at the door. Scout went to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure no one was dead before pushing the door open.

"Her matter is resolved?"

Scout asked the Undead.

"I've already gone back."

As the undead entered, he placed the greatsword behind him against the wall, then went to the campfire and stuck the flaming longsword at his waist into the flames.

The moment the campfire touched the longsword, it gradually spread up the sword, reaching the middle section of the blade.

The remaining bloodstains on it were burned dry, turning into a blood shell that was a mixture of dark red and charred black, which then fell into the campfire.

How many cuts?

"Two times."

The Undead pointed to the longsword inside the campfire and said.

"It's through. But it's nothing serious."

"Row."

Although Scout didn't say it explicitly, he was clearly concerned about W's life and safety. After all, they were comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side. Moreover, W was a crucial part of this battle plan.

"While you were leaving, I had another phone call with Dr. Kal'tsit."

Scout also sat down by the campfire, while his other teammates had already gone to their rooms to rest.

"After learning that we had successfully entered the city, she said she would immediately send Ace and the Nearl team over, so that we could spend the next two days figuring out the layout of the entire city as thoroughly as possible before we could begin our operation."

"can."

The Undead remained the same as before, speaking as little as possible.

"Then, I also told her about W."

Scout brought up W again, this time with an even more serious expression.

"Dr. Kal'tsit said that we can trust W. But we should try not to get too involved with her. This is not for our sake, but for W's sake. For her, contact with Rhodes Island is a particularly big risk."

"Ah."

The Undead herself didn't feel anything; she was just a girl. Besides, W wasn't the kind of person unaware of her situation. Since she was willing to entrust this matter to the Undead, she must have her own plans.

"Just cooperate."

Yes, you're right.

Scout then fell silent.

Meeting up with old friends should be a joyous occasion. But given the current circumstances, everyone has their own things to do. This has made the meeting feel like a power struggle between two sides, which is truly unpleasant.

But what can be done? Everyone has a stone on their back. People carrying heavy burdens look at each other, and all they can do is chat for a bit before continuing to look ahead.

Bloodthorn, sitting to the side, had no objections. He didn't know W, only that the person existed. However, since they were all Sarkaz and came from Kazdel, Bloodthorn generously offered his entire stockpile, adhering to the principle of helping whenever possible.

Moreover, his only purpose was to follow the Undead; he was indifferent to everything else.

Having something fun to watch is certainly the best thing, but the most important thing is to ensure your own safety.

Of course, there also needs to be a fight.

If it doesn't concern you personally, everything is fine.

Downstairs from where the Undead and the others were, an old man had just returned to his room.

He placed the two large paper bags he was carrying on the table. Then he took out the bandages and other necessary supplies from inside, went to the bedside, and placed them on the bedside table.

"Old man?"

The man lying on the bed opened his eyes. There was a black crystal on his chest, right where his heart was swollen.

"You're awake? Would you like something to eat?"