Ark Undead

The head is never the best target for assassins, not only because it is small and difficult to aim at, but also because a person's movement always begins from the feet or core, while the chest and abdomen are the slowest parts of the body.

How could a battle-hardened warrior be wounded by an arrow shot from the shadows?

The undead man held the arrow firmly in his right hand, glanced down at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

It's wood.

So he threw the arrows in his hand into the fire in front of him, using them as fuel to continue adding to the light.

These people had been waiting impatiently for a while, and they only arrived when the firewood was almost burned out.

The undead slowly rose from his spot. As he turned around, he saw five mercenaries raising their swords at him.

"rush!"

The mercenaries calmly and methodically joined forces, launching an attack on the knight in front of them using their unique siege tactics.

This is simply how mercenaries complete their missions; outnumbering their opponents has always been their code of conduct. For them, survival is the most important answer.

But they chose the wrong opponent.

Several more crossbow bolts were fired at the undead, but they were swept away by the howling wind in mid-air and disappeared to who-knows-where.

The undead reached out and grasped the greatsword behind him.

Crimson flames flowed over his body, instantly covering the entire blade in flames.

Now, he has long since surpassed the limits of being human, and after drinking the Humanity Elixir, he understands more and more that he is an immortal being, and he is more and more adept at using the power of the past.

Flame is worthy of respect, but in the face of flame itself, it is only a part of itself.

Looking at the five audacious mercenaries charging towards him, the Undead couldn't help but think of his days in Kazimierz.

Back then, he had the feat of fighting five opponents single-handedly.

As swords and blades were about to strike, the undead calmly drew the greatsword from his back and gently raised his left hand.

The next second, a dazzling light exploded from the taciturn knight. It was as if a god had opened his eyes and angrily rebuked someone for trying to tarnish his honor.

Miracle (Wrath of the Gods)

...

Meanwhile, W, who was still in the ward, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, opened them.

She felt the vibration in her body, so she took out the communicator Scout had given her from her chest.

After waiting for about five seconds, W answered the phone and glanced at the door.

There were also guards stationed outside the gate.

Garson claimed he wanted her to rest, but he continued to imprison her.

If W had indeed given Garsen the correct information, and Garsen had indeed killed the Undead, then W, having been used, would have been immediately silenced by Garsen.

What W has shown has far exceeded Garsen's control, and he will not allow this unstable factor to continue living. Unless he has lost his mind.

W certainly knew this, so everything she said was the truth.

That is absolutely the truth.

She did indeed confront the Undead and took a piece of his cloak from him—it was definitely torn off. The Undead will certainly be in the place W told Garsen about.

But these facts alone are enough for W to have everything he wants.

However, W did not intend to reveal his deal with Scout until Garson was killed.

So she coughed lightly twice, clicked her tongue at the communicator in her hand, and then yawned.

There was no sound on the other end of the communicator. After patiently listening to all of W's noises, W shouted towards the door.

"Hey buddy at the door, are you there?"

There was complete silence outside the gate; not a sound could be heard.

W wasn't in a hurry. She knew there were definitely people outside, but no one would take the initiative to contact her.

So she continued to call out.

"I'm hungry! Get me something to eat! You've locked me up here, you can't just let me starve to death!"

There was another silence, but this time there was finally a small movement.

The door to ward W was opened, and a mercenary cautiously peeked in, then withdrew without saying anything and closed the door.

It seems that Garson doesn't intend to give W enough energy to do anything more.

The pain in her lower abdomen and thighs had become numb, and she wasn't even given any basic pain medication. After the surgery, she was left to fend for herself.

W nodded in satisfaction, then shouted again.

"Call Garsen over! I have something to tell him!"

The brothers guarding the gate outside had no intention of paying any more attention to W.

But W had already achieved her goal. She turned off the communicator she had hidden on her body, then lay back down on the hospital bed, listening quietly.

In her expectation, the sound of the entire camp being thrown into chaos would be heard within minutes.

Outside the mercenaries' camp, Scout also put away his communicator.

W's reaction just now has already conveyed her message.

W only mentioned that she was locked up and had nothing to eat, which means that she is safe for the time being and no one will touch her.

Then, Garson was mentioned again. This was telling Scout that the bastard Garson was right there, and just as planned, Garson hadn't left the camp and had stayed inside.

Then the rest is simple: once Garsen's location is determined, the assassination can be carried out.

So Scout pressed his ear and asked into the group's communication headset.

"Leifa?"

"I'm at my designated spot, now I'll begin my narration of the campsite."

On a high tower at the construction site just outside the camp, Lei Fa ignored the howling wind. Behind him lay a corpse with its neck slashed open, and he took out a pair of binoculars.

Looking down at him, Lei Fa spoke.

"There are two groups of sentries to the southeast. There is someone looking out from the second-floor window of the first building. The sentries' movement routes cover the entire camp. They are expected to change shifts every minute. The changeover area is directly inside the wall where the captain is currently located."

After saying this, Lei adjusted the magnification of the telescope and continued to look inside.

"After crossing the wall, there are four groups of sentries inside, three people in each group, guarding the four directions of the inner building. I don't have enough view to see what's inside."

After confirming that his observations were accurate, Lei Fa said.

That's all.

"Very good, where's Putl?"

Scout roughly drew the location on the map in his hand, exchanged glances with the two or three members next to him, and continued listening to the communicator.

The member known as Putl is currently setting up a heavy crossbow in a room in a high-rise building outside the mercenary camp.

Upon hearing Scout's call, Puttel tilted his head to look at the rooms inside the camp building and spoke.

"Single floor, no one in building A1, three people in building A2, no one in building A3. No target in building A2."

After confirming a location, Scout gestured to the team members still gathered around him, and they immediately split up and headed to several points along the perimeter of the wall from different directions.

"Very good. I'll leave the specific command of the support mission to you, Lei Fa. Once everything is ready, we can begin the operation."

"preparation."

"preparation!"

"Ready!"

Several team members who were preparing to go into the camp with Scout got ready at their designated positions and indicated their status into their headsets.

After waiting for a short while, Lei Fa spoke.

"The first handover of guards is expected to take place in half a minute, after they leave the open area around the corner."

Everyone tensed up.

Scout reached out his hand, waiting for Lei to give the order.

After a chilling silence, Lei Fa's voice shone like a candle flame.

"Sentries, move away! Advance!"

...

Garsen was waiting in the command room for his squad to make contact.

He always had a sense of foreboding, a premonition that led him through many battlefields and enabled him to live to this day with all his limbs intact.

But this time it was strange; it didn't give him any particular feeling, but it made him feel a little uneasy.

Sitting in his chair, Garsen took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Logically speaking, as long as they stayed in the camp, they should be absolutely safe. They were all highly skilled mercenaries, and it was impossible for a group of rats to break through their encirclement.

But this ominous premonition grew stronger, and Garsen, somewhat agitated, pulled out his cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

The smell of tobacco always calmed his racing nerves, just like playing with women; these were the only hobbies Garsen had.

But whenever Garsen thought of W, he always felt uneasy.

It wasn't because of that beautiful woman's body, but because everyone knew how cunning W was.

Did she give me the wrong information?

Garsen began to have doubts, but a few minutes earlier, he received a message from his subordinates informing him that they had indeed found a fire in the abandoned factory and had also seen an armored monster sitting by a campfire.

Then everything should be fine. Once I hear confirmation of his death from his men, it will all be over.

Garsen exhaled a smoke ring and was about to take another puff when his keen intuition, honed over many years, made him jump up from his chair in that instant.

boom!

A thick crossbow bolt shot in through the window without glass, piercing the chair he had just been sitting in.

In that instant, Garsen's mind returned to its calmest state.

Something's definitely not right! That woman has a serious problem!