Ark Undead

He was cursing his bad luck as he ran away, and he looked really pathetic.

The Undead were also curious; Originium Arts were indeed incredibly diverse. This mist not only obscured their vision but also slightly distorted their sense of direction. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been chasing after that dark figure for so long, always trailing behind.

Just as the Undead were about to give up, their ears picked up other noises.

In the Undead's perception, a familiar aura collided with several unfamiliar auras at the same time.

After thinking for less than half a second, the Undead waved his hand, once again conjuring a spear formed from lightning. He locked onto the dark figure running in the mist, hurled it forcefully, and then, without checking the guy's status, went to support his familiar friend.

The fleeing black figure, who had just thought the pursuer had stopped chasing, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when it immediately heard a hissing sound behind it.

Her pupils dilated sharply, and the fleeing woman twisted her body in an extremely irregular manner, changing her position, barely managing to dodge the lightning spear that was originally meant to pierce her.

Even so, the lingering shockwave tore a large chunk of flesh from her thigh, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

His entire body rolled several meters on the ground after losing his balance, before crashing into a trash can by the roadside.

In the last second before losing consciousness, the Kingslayer involuntarily lay in the trash can, feeling the tingling pain and muscle spasms in her thighs, and she gritted her teeth and sighed.

"Grass..."

Then his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

Turning the corner, the Undead charged toward the location it sensed.

Just as he rushed out of the alley, the scene on the street was reflected in his eyes.

The black-haired, golden-eyed woman struggled to fend off her pursuers' attacks, already bearing several wounds. But the pursuers relentlessly continued their assault.

Although she knew she had stumbled upon something extraordinary, the subsequent blow left her with absolutely no chance to tell the people she should have told this information.

They'd been chased all the way from near the camp. Even a battle-hardened mercenary was struggling to keep up with his already weakened body.

He took a deep breath, preparing to use the dagger in his hand one last time to try and turn back to kill the pursuer, or at least take one down.

Just as she was about to turn around, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

His figure was hidden by a black cloak and his gray-black armor.

She paused for a moment, then saw the armor raise its right hand.

Sizzle!!

A dazzling lightning spear grazed past her ear, and the woman froze in place, stunned by the deafening roar. The weapon that was about to strike her back vanished in an instant.

The lightning spear, carrying flesh and blood, pinned the pursuer to the wall beside the street.

"No... Mr. Undead?"

The woman said the name W had told her.

Then she saw the armor come to her side.

Her whole body was ice-cold. If this person was also here to take her life, then she would be completely helpless.

The immortal glanced at her and asked.

"What's your name?"

"what?!"

Before the woman could react, another crossbow bolt came from an unknown corner.

Ding!

But just as it was about to hit, it was blocked by the massive blade.

"Ines! My name is Ines!"

Ines's black hair was blown by the breeze stirred up by the undead's movements. She finally came to her senses and promptly said her name.

"Yes, a messenger."

The Undead lowered the giant sword that had been blocking his way and stood in front of the wounded woman.

"Sort of, we're friends."

Ines looked at the figure blocking her way.

Although there were many pursuers and only one helper, she had an inexplicable intuition.

She is safe.

188. Talulah, Drak, the Shadow of the Abyss

Ines is a very traditional Kazdel person and a very traditional mercenary.

Of course, most of those who left Kazdel, aside from the military, were mercenaries—a truly tragic fact. But that's the reality; after years of internal strife, Kazdel had few honest merchants left.

That's why Ines never had any dreams about youth from a young age.

For example, being protected by someone who pulls you down from the edge of despair and provides you with 100% protection.

She knew that everyone's strength was different. But she always believed that individual strength was limited.

Even for mercenaries, to fight against overwhelming odds, they never rely solely on exceptional individual skills, but also on teamwork and seasoned battlefield experience.

Therefore, the idea of ​​a suddenly emerging powerhouse capable of single-handedly defeating several teams doesn't exist. True strength is never just about individual ability; it also lies in intelligence and execution.

That's why, when the scene unfolded before Ines' eyes, it truly gave her a shock that transcended her comprehension.

These are not just ordinary pursuers; they are the combat elites accumulated by the Reunion Movement over a long period of development.

Among them are experienced scouts, formidable assault troops, and sorcerers and crossbowmen who have fully integrated into the team.

Under their pursuit, Ines was like a candle flickering in a storm. She wasn't completely extinguished, only because she clung to life and because of her extensive experience in escaping from time to time.

You see, mercenaries always have their own methods when it comes to escaping.

But these very people who had brought Ines to the brink of death were like a young child facing a world-renowned boxer, utterly powerless to resist.

Every attempt to charge was met with a slamming blow from a greatsword.

Yes, in Ines's view, this was not a cut; the huge blade had long been dulled and could not cut anything, it was more like a huge square stick.

While exuding immense pressure, it also served as a shield. When wielded by the guy who always wore armor, it was as easy as a high-achieving student playing with an educational toy.

In just two encounters, the Reunion members who were originally able to overpower Ines were sent flying by the Undead and embedded in the wall. Every bone in their bodies was broken, and the enormous impact was truly affecting them, leaving them unable to even crawl.

It's as captivating as a knight from a fairy tale.

But at this moment, Ines was only feeling fortunate.

I'm so glad W was so seriously injured, so glad I had worked with W, and so glad I was the one who delivered the letter that day.

If it weren't for that, this scene wouldn't have happened today, and I wouldn't have had the chance to survive.

After a brief engagement, the enemy realized they were outmatched and decisively retreated. The crossbowmen in the rear were the fastest to escape, leaving the undead no chance to catch them.

Only the warlocks, whose legs were not very agile, were left. The undead used lightning spears to pierce through the building one by one and pinned them to the wall behind them.

In less than a minute, Ines witnessed a brutal massacre, a one-sided crushing defeat.

It wasn't until the Undead turned around and pulled her up from the ground that Ines's mind slowly began to process what had happened.

"fine?"

The Undead shook his arm, and flames slowly ignited from the tip of the blade, burning away the bloodstains on the surface of the greatsword.

He then hung the hot blade behind him.

"Ah...yes!"

Ines's mind went blank for a moment, then she spoke clearly.

"Ah, thank goodness! I'm fine!"

Ines decisively ignored the series of minor wounds on her body, which were commonplace for her.

The Undead nodded, glanced back at the corpses of the Reunion members on the street, then turned to look at Ines.

"Why are these Reunion Movement members chasing you?"

After escaping the threat of death, Ines immediately began to think about what she should do next.

The Undead's inquiry, appearing at the most opportune moment, brought a turning point for Ines.

She decisively threw everything away and sought refuge with the Undead.

“I discovered a secret about the leader of the Reunion Movement. Although it was by accident, it seems to be very important to that leader. So, as soon as I left the camp, I was immediately hunted down by them.”

Ines didn't hesitate at all. She knew that her only chance of survival was to get help from the man in front of her.

"At first I thought it was just my imagination, but it seems that my Originium Arts have been activated."

She pointed to the shadow on the ground of the undead and said.

"I can see a person's true thoughts from their shadow... Perhaps that's not quite accurate, but that's the general idea. Sometimes I can't even control this ability myself. Whenever something creeps my back, I subconsciously activate it when I see it. That's when I realize something's wrong."

At this point, Ines looked at the undead in front of her and tentatively said.

“I originally wanted to tell W about this, but now it seems there’s no chance. W is still working for that person, so I have to tell this news to someone else I can trust.”

Ines said this because she wanted to know what the relationship was between the Undead and W.

Even within Ines and W's small group, W remains somewhat mysterious. If the Undead and W have a good relationship, the Undead might know about their other companion, Hedley.

But given that the Undead didn't know their own names beforehand, Ines didn't hold out much hope for this possibility.

"W, is it safe?"

"The immortal asked."

"She's relatively safe right now. The Reunion Movement needs her to oversee the situation and stabilize their relationship with the king of Kazdel. So, W is definitely not in any danger in the short term, and the Reunion Movement even needs to protect her."

As Ines spoke, she was already calculating in her mind how likely it was that she would tell Hadley the news now.

The fact that not all members of the Reunion Movement have died means that the leader will soon find out that I am still alive.

Hedley will soon be under surveillance, as he is also a mercenary sent to assist Reunion, and Talulah knows about the three's relationship. After all, they were comrades in the same mercenary group when they were active on the battlefield of Kazdel.

If Ines were to go looking for Hadley now, it wouldn't just be herself who would be in danger; Hadley and W could also be in trouble.

Therefore, the best solution now is...

"Mr. Undying, I have a request."