Ark Undead

A sliver of hope flashed through her mind, and Ines turned and left.

With things settled here, the Reunion Movement still needs her, so she needs to go and meet up with Hadley.

Meanwhile, just outside Chernobog, two teams were hiding in the woods outside the east gate of Chernobog.

The white-haired boy took a deep breath, his face filled with excitement as he looked at the faint light appearing on the horizon. Night still shrouded his head, but in the distance, there were already signs of the sun.

"Is this what it feels like to be ready for something big? This is so exciting..."

Beside Mephisto stood a boy in a black jacket, holding a huge crossbow, standing silently three steps behind and to the right of Mephisto.

Mephistopheles turned to look at his best friend beside him, smiled, and began to speak.

“Faust, you said we would live together. But until now, we have never found the feeling of truly living, have we? We are always wandering on the battlefield of survival, and anyone who tries to kill us will be pierced by the blade in our hands. But this is not what it means to truly live.”

As Mephistopheles spoke, he took two steps back, put his arm around his best friend's shoulder, and their heads rested together. Mephistopheles' voice gradually lowered as he spoke slowly.

"I once heard someone say: to truly live is to have a feeling that makes your heart tremble, to have a premonition of accomplishing something great. Now, I understand the meaning of that sentence to some extent."

Mephistopheles' hands trembled slightly, and his teeth chattered. But the fervor in his eyes grew stronger, as if his mind was clouded by something, with only one thought on his mind.

"I want everyone to know that those who bare their fangs will ultimately be devoured by the venom. Those who harm us will eventually turn to dust!"

Mephistopheles opened his arms as if to embrace a brand new future, which seemed within reach to him.

It wasn't just because of such a meticulous plan, but also because of a leader that no one could defeat.

Before this leader, all power becomes nothingness.

At this moment, past memories and the city before him appeared together.

"Ahhh!! This feeling..."

Mephistopheles suddenly let out a loud groan and fell backward as if all his strength had been drained.

Faust, who was standing silently beside him, reached out and caught Mephistopheles, who suddenly fell backward.

"Are you alright?"

Faust asked with some concern.

Mephistopheles has been exhibiting this behavior quite frequently lately. Although he himself can't explain why, he seems completely unconcerned.

"fine."

Mephistopheles waved his hand, seemingly snapping out of his frenzied state. When he opened his eyes again, he once again displayed a frivolous and arrogant demeanor.

A strong wind was blowing, and the two stood on a high place, gazing at the city not far away.

When the first hint of dawn finally appeared on the horizon, the sun also peeked out a little.

"The infected have never been beings to be exploited at will. Let us use force to reclaim everything that is rightfully ours!"

The arrogant white-haired youth swung his staff forward while simultaneously conserving the energy of his Originium Arts.

"My flocks! Bring me victory!"

At that moment, hundreds of people stepped out from the shadows of the forest.

Following behind them were even more infected people carrying farm tools and various old knives.

Despite their tattered clothes and rudimentary weapons, their eyes shone with fanaticism when the moment actually arrived.

That was the moment they had been waiting for: people stood on their bodies and reached for the sky, while they were used as stepping stones to be trampled into the mud.

Now, the opportunity for revenge is before them, as this war machine has devoured everything from their past. And these destitute people have raised the banner of rebellion against what was once their own country.

Behind these temporarily rescued infected soldiers, there was a group of members in uniform.

There are probably around a thousand people. Without a doubt, they are the elite force of the Reunion Movement, mixed among these civilians who are also infected.

Even those who had been trained beforehand couldn't help but feel excited at this moment.

This was their first time participating in such a major battle. They wanted to make this resounding noise heard throughout the entire continent of Terra, and to make everyone realize the rise of the Infected.

"The time has come. Go to the city and take back what is rightfully yours!"

Mephistopheles waved his hand, and his flocks moved in unison, their movements resembling hundreds of mirror images of a single person.

This is Mephisto's Originium Arts, Herd.

They are able to use people for their own purposes, and will faithfully carry out any order.

As for their thoughts, they are directly connected to Mephisto and directly under his command, making them practically walking corpses.

However, having such troops as the vanguard is a great boost to the morale of the troops.

The combined charge of several hundred men was enough to shake the entire forest.

The combined charge of several thousand people was enough to drown out the shouts and confusion.

On the city wall, the soldiers stationed there were only a dozen minutes before their shift was about to change, which was also the time when they were most relaxed.

At this moment, a force of several thousand men rushed toward the city wall. The sentries were even stunned for two seconds before they realized what was happening.

Just as he was about to sound the alarm to warn everyone, an ice blade pierced through the alarm in front of him and went straight into his throat.

The warm blood failed to melt the ice. Instead, the recently deceased corpse lost its original temperature almost instantly, its muscles quickly stiffening and solidifying into ice shards under the influence of the low temperature.

Froststar emerged from the shadows beneath the watchtower.

"Let's do it!"

With a low shout, all the Yeti team members hidden in the shadows rushed out at once.

Everyone knew that the war had begun, and these Ursus soldiers were their greatest enemy.

The outpost at the East Gate was wiped out within a minute.

Froststar stood on the city wall, watching the hordes of infected, shouting, rush toward the east gate, and a sense of emotion welled up in her eyes.

So many years have passed since I was rescued as a child; I never imagined this day would come, but now...

Froststar pulled the switch beside her, and right beneath the city wall, the giant gate slowly opened.

Countless infected people rushed through the giant gate, and the entire Chernobog was like a fat fish that had been stripped of its scales but was still alive and well.

They are just waiting for the infected to unleash their fury and bite back fiercely.

Before long, two boys joined Froststar's side.

“Well done, Frostnova. At least you didn’t make any mistakes in this part.”

Mephistopheles looked just like a top scholar who was riding high on his success. At this moment, he was overjoyed as he watched the infected people flooding into the city's veins like a virus.

"The infected hiding in Chernobog have been waiting for this day for a long time. As our troops advance, more and more infected will join us along the way."

As Frostnova spoke, members of the Yeti squad walked up from the city wall and came to her side.

"In an hour, the leader will arrive on the battlefield with her troops. The old stubborn one will also be nearby to hold off the Ursus army coming to reinforce. It's time for some parts of this war machine to be given a new owner."

Mephisto nodded; at this moment, he had no intention of stealing Frostnova's thunder.

Just then, Mephistopheles suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Speaking of which, how did you handle the Garson matter?"

Froststar glanced at Mephisto and spoke.

"W is the most senior of the remaining mercenaries, and she now manages the entire mercenary team. Two of the Regent Kazdel's confidants are old acquaintances of W, so having her as the leader of this mercenary team is the best solution."

"I mean, there's been absolutely no news about Garson's death?"

Mephisto pressed for another question, but received only silence from Frostnova.

The white-haired boy waved his hand.

"Forget it, it's a done deal. These details aren't that important anymore. Those rats will eventually be reduced to pieces under our troops' feet."

After saying this, Mephistopheles turned around and walked down the city wall, with Faust following behind him.

Mephistopheles waved as he walked, and he said.

"I'm going to the front lines first. Come over after you've finished dealing with things here."

Frostnova remained silent, a rare occurrence, as she watched Mephisto's departing figure.

It wasn't until the big bear behind her spoke that it finally spoke.

"Big sister, I don't think Mr. War Knight will be an obstacle. As long as we don't provoke him, he will still be a friend who has been with us by the fire."

Froststar could only nod, and she turned and left.

Meanwhile, in the stairwell on the second floor of the hotel.

The leaders of Rhodes Island gathered with Azazel's current leader.

"Now we'll start assigning tasks. Everyone, listen up!"

Ace clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself, and began to speak.

"Scout Team, your mission is complete. Now, fully cooperate with Azazel's patients and doctors to escape Chernobog. Our transport planes will land in a low-lying area three kilometers outside the western city wall."

Scout exchanged a glance with the old man next to him, Mr. Helag, and nodded.

Then Ace spoke again.

"Ace Squad will lead the vanguard, while Nearl Squad members will form the rearguard. We will proceed along the predetermined route and must reach the target location within half an hour. The primary target for protection is Leader Amiya. Amiya has Level 1 command authority, while Nearl and I have Level 2 command authority. As long as our operators survive, they will share Level 1 command authority with Amiya and will not be subject to any orders."

After saying this, Ace shouted.

"Did you all hear that?! Any objections?!"

"Listen clearly!"

The crowd responded in unison, and Hrag's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly calmed down.

"Very good, everyone keep communication open."

Ace nodded, picked up his riot shield, and said.

"Operation begins!"

182. Three kilometers

After parting ways with Ace and the others at the inn, Scout and Mr. Herag immediately headed towards the vicinity of Westgate.