Ark Undead

The Undead walked at the very back without saying a word.

He had no objection to the route, as long as he could eventually meet the doctor.

He had a premonition that the doctor could provide him with a lot of information, and that he should also be related to him in some way.

As you ascend the spiral staircase, you soon arrive at the rooftop.

Golden sunlight streamed onto the rooftop, and people could even see the clothes hanging out to dry.

But a huge fire had already broken out not far away, billowing black smoke into the sky.

The infected recklessly unleashed their hatred, and their unbridled desires nearly destroyed the city.

People have seen similar scenes before, except in the dark of night.

"This is... the Reunion Movement..."

Amiya never dreamed that one day the wrath of the infected would burn a city to such a state.

And such anger is so easily ignited; at this moment, she felt the burden on her shoulders grow even heavier.

Ace and Nearl couldn't help but stop and look. Although their thoughts were different, their sorrowful feelings were the same.

Until the immortals walked past the two and came to the front.

"Watch out, a fight has broken out down below."

The Undead spoke up to remind them, and Ace and Nearl turned to look.

A standoff has broken out between the two sides on the streets.

The infected, dressed in various clothes, waved their worn-out weapons at the Ursus soldiers in an attempt to bolster their courage.

And Ursus's cruel and bloodthirsty soldiers.

Molotov cocktails were constantly being thrown into the air from the infected camp, hitting the Ursus soldiers' formation.

Until the commander of Ursus could no longer tolerate it, he raised his right hand.

"Get these filthy bastards out of here! Fire the arrows!"

A volley of crossbow bolts fell like grass and trees blown by a strong wind, as the infected, who had no proper armor to protect themselves, were shot down one after another.

But this only fueled the anger of more infected people.

They had no way out, and the more desperate their situation, the stronger their will to survive became.

Fueled by the collective emotions of the crowd, the infected horde roared and charged toward the Ursus army on the other side.

Just then, Amiya came to her senses, clapped her hands, and drew everyone's attention.

"Everyone... let's go."

Amiya said with difficulty.

Our objective is... to rescue the doctor.

Looking at the girl who had just witnessed the infected riot, the Undead seemed to understand Kal'tsit's behavior somewhat.

He was able to stabilize his emotions and issue instructions to his subordinates in such a short time.

These are the qualities a qualified leader needs to possess.

Downstairs was a noisy and chaotic battleground.

Right there on this street, spanning the rooftops of buildings on both sides of the road, Rhodes Island members quietly infiltrated the first line of defense.

There is still some distance to the predetermined target location.

Three kilometers.

Leave slip for something to do

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183. This is an order!

Time is something that everyone lacks. For those on a mission, seeing time tick by second by second makes the pace feel much faster than before.

Even seasoned veterans like Scout and Helag are no exception.

As the two protected the team as they advanced through the underground waterways, Scout silently calculated the time in his mind.

This was not a pointless move. Even if their mission was simply to leave Chernobog, the Reunion Movement's offensive was something no one could have predicted, and they needed to leave as quickly as possible. Otherwise, once they reached the surface, they would encounter an overwhelming force of the Reunion Movement.

Scout and Hellagur, who are still safe and sound, could have left anyway. But the patients they were protecting were the most crucial.

"It's been almost half an hour, and this waterway has been taking us east and west. Even though we're already on the edge of the city, we won't make it in time if we keep going like this."

Scout pulled his arm up again, glanced at the clock on the inside of his wrist, then reached up and pulled his mask up a little higher before looking at Hrag beside him.

Have you walked this road before, Mr. Herag?

"I really want to say yes, but I'm sorry."

Herag shook his head, still appearing calm and collected. But the stiffness in his eyes betrayed the slight anxiety within him.

“I have never walked this road either. This road has always been the road taken by our companions who were forced to leave Chernobyl after their identities were exposed. Walking this road means there is no turning back and no way to return to our peaceful lives.”

Herag smiled, a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Although I had always imagined that I would eventually encounter this day, I still felt emotional when faced with the reality."

"It's hard enough to be forced to leave one's homeland, let alone be the enemy of one's former allies."

Scout tried to comfort Hrag. But he also knew that the general's inner turmoil was something he could not possibly comprehend.

"Look to tomorrow. Believe in Rhodes Island. Azazel will have a bright future."

"I hope so."

Herag nodded and quickened his pace.

After walking for a while, about fifteen minutes later...

Scout's nose twitched beneath his mask. He detected a fresh scent in the otherwise stagnant air. There must be an exit nearby, or at least a ventilation opening.

"We're almost there."

Scout said, quickening his pace.

Soon, the group saw a downhill path ahead.

This passage seems to lead directly outside the city, eliminating the need to stay inside. This means that everyone can avoid the first wave of the Reunion Movement's offensive and leave Chernobog without attracting anyone's attention.

But at that moment, Scout frowned.

Herag also slowed his pace, even reaching with his right hand for the sword he held in his left.

"Although I expected that W didn't tell the truth, I now understand why she was so badly injured, to the point that she couldn't even get out of bed."

Right where the light source was visible to the naked eye, stood dozens of shadows. The light behind them, which was trying to break into the spacious underground waterway, was mostly blocked by the walls formed by these human bodies.

"The fact that my fellow countrymen in Chernobog were able to find this way out truly shows their rebellious spirit. It's truly awe-inspiring. This further proves that, so far, our choice has been correct."

The person stepped forward from the group behind her, and she sighed softly, seemingly apologizing for her actions.

“Rhodes Island, I’ve heard of that name, and I’ve wondered if you could become our partners. Even though our leaders are different, you’re also helping the Infected, right?”

Her snow-white hair stood out starkly against the filthy sewers. But now, as she stood there, even the sewers beside her were covered in frost.

“Originally, we had many possibilities for cooperation. In fact, before this, I didn’t even participate in the encirclement and suppression of you. I just wanted to give you a chance to leave.”

Raising her military dagger, the girl's gaze locked onto Scout at the front of the group, filled with regret.

“But why would you stand against us and even kill Garsen? That’s what I can’t understand and can’t tolerate.”

"..."

Scout silently raised his crossbow, taking a slight step back, ready to switch positions with the warrior behind him at any moment.

He wasn't the type to stand at the forefront and engage in direct combat; naturally, he needed to be prepared to fight in small teams.

"The leadership of the Reunion Movement..."

Scout said softly.

"I have no intention of being your enemy. At least so far, our team has not made a single move against any of the Reunion Movement forces that have been tracking us. We have only targeted Garson."

Scout paused for a moment before speaking.

“We have a deep-seated grudge against the forces behind Garson, and we are not intentionally hostile to the Reunification Movement.”

That's true, but it's clear that when Garson led his mercenaries to help Reunion, Reunion couldn't stand idly by and watch Garson die.

Froststar's expression softened; this was actually what she most wanted to hear.

She didn't want to see infected people killing each other; force should be used collectively against external threats, not for internal strife.

But someone has to be held responsible for Garson's death.

W demonstrated her sincerity, seizing upon clues about the Undead and paying a price. Therefore, she could temporarily extricate herself from this struggle for responsibility. But Frostnova could not, because it was she who pointed out the Undead's target, even allowing him to join forces with Rhodes Island, which ultimately led to Garson's untimely death.

Therefore, she is the one standing here now. Otherwise, many more people would have died along with Garsen.

Scout's statement clearly implied that he was taking full responsibility for Garsen's death, whereas before Frostnova had always believed that Garsen was killed by the Undead.

Now that we've found the real culprits, we can't let them leave Chernobog unscathed.

“I believe what you say, but someone has to take responsibility for Garsen’s death, and that person cannot leave Chernobyl alive.”

Froststar's hair moved without wind, and a chill lingered around her; she had no intention of stopping.

But the Yeti team members behind her didn't make a move, just watching as their eldest sister looked ready to strike at any moment.

"Okay, I'll have a match with you."

Upon hearing this, Scout stopped in his tracks, but he didn't intend to make a move yet.

"However, I hope you can let these compatriots leave first. They shouldn't die here; they still have tomorrow."

Scout made room for them, revealing a group of injured people standing behind him.

They all looked towards the light behind Frostnova, their eyes filled with longing for life.