Ark Undead

"Fellow members of the Reunion Movement! Why can't we talk! What do you want from us! Why do you keep chasing us!"

Yes, this is actually the point that people find hardest to understand.

Even before Scout assassinated Garsen, the Reunion Movement members were already pursuing them.

I wonder what Scout has on him. It can't be cough syrup, can it?

Moreover, Rhodes Island and the Reunion Movement have no prior grudges, and it's unclear what the Reunion Movement is thinking.

Could there be a mole within Rhodes Island who leaked all the information to the Reunion Movement?

Neither Amiya nor Ace believed that this was possible.

Just seconds after Ace spoke up in an attempt to negotiate, a voice rang out from the east gate city wall.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and distinct enough for anyone to hear him.

"Born in hardship, die in comfort. If the infected only focus on the immediate danger and ignore future threats, then no one can go far. Resistance itself requires time to build high walls. My friends from Rhodes Island, am I right?"

A white-haired, white-clad youth emerged from the high wall of the East Gate. He held a staff-like object in his right hand, his steps elegant, draped in a coat. His legs, however, were bare, only covered by white stockings for warmth.

As he walked, he waved his arms, his tone as melodious and rhythmic as a lead actor in the Victoria Opera.

Amiya and the others saw his appearance clearly with their excellent eyesight, and were also shocked by his age.

"Isn't he still a child?"

Amiya couldn't help but whisper.

"Is this also a high-ranking member of the Reunion Movement?"

“Under oppression, there is no distinction between children and adults, Amiya.”

Nearl calmed Amiya down and spoke.

"Under oppression, everyone is oppressed. So don't underestimate even a small child; he might be able to do things that are more astonishing than many adults."

At this moment, the people did not regard the Reunion Movement as a mortal enemy; they were simply trying to find ways to communicate and exchange ideas.

In their view, everyone is an organization that speaks out for those infected, and they all have the same demands, so why must they fight each other?

But before Ace could say anything more, the five students in the Rhodes Island formation were the first to get restless.

Sonia took a step forward, her anger blazing, and roared.

"Mephisto! You son of a bitch! Is the problem you're talking about us students?! Have you forgotten what you did at all the universities in Chernobog?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone on Rhodes Island couldn't help but cast their gazes at Sonia.

Could this boy in white be the culprit who imprisoned Sonia and the other students?

Mephisto raised an eyebrow. Although he had already seen the students who had temporarily joined Rhodes Island's ranks, he hadn't expected that any student would actually dare to provoke him at this moment.

In his memory, although there were some troublemakers among these students, most of them were dealt with and made obedient. He never expected that there would be some who slipped through the net.

"You are the future of this country. If you want to control the foundation of a nation, you must control its students. Isn't this the easiest 'problem' to solve? Haven't you thought about this yourselves?"

Mephistopheles raised his left hand, as if to lift something.

"Who are the parents of those of you who can afford to attend those schools? Perhaps they are business elites, or perhaps they are managers in Chernobog, and you are their Achilles' heel. Now guess what they are willing to go to for your safety?"

Mephistopheles took a step, pacing back and forth, pretending to be deep in thought as he continued.

"Perhaps they'll willingly hand over most of the company's operating funds? Or perhaps they'll reluctantly provide a map of Chernobog's defenses? And maybe they'll even explain the inner city's operating model in detail?"

At this point, Mephistopheles stopped and gave a meaningful smile.

"Gentlemen, future elites of Chernobog, what do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Amiya and the others suddenly understood the Reunion Movement's plan.

Their first step was to infiltrate Chernobog, figure out the relationship between the city's nobles and high-ranking officials, and then proceed from various angles.

Among them is Winter, which is the school where Sonia and the others stayed.

In this way, they obtained various key information about the operation of the city, such as the city defense map and the shift change times.

Then, without anyone noticing, they brought all the key players in the operation of Chernobog to their side.

That's why the Reunion members were able to invade Chernobog so easily, as if cutting butter with a hot knife.

Sonia and her students felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this. They had anticipated trouble in Chernobog, but they never imagined that the Reunion Movement would attack Chernobog by using them, the students, instead.

In that case, wasn't the fall of Chernobog largely due to their own actions?!

No wonder Mephistopheles, after taking over these prestigious schools, not only didn't make a fuss about it, but also guaranteed the safety and freedom of all students—they could do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't leave the school grounds.

They don't need to do anything themselves; as long as they are alive, they will become bargaining chips for the Reunion Movement, used to exchange for all of Chernobog's information and resources.

Mephistopheles took in everyone's reactions and said with a smile.

"That's right! That's right! This is the reaction I wanted to see! This occupation is not just a tactical victory, but also a superb performance! The scriptwriter and lead actor behind it are the best battlefield commanders!"

The white-haired youth spread his arms wide, his face filled with arrogance and defiance.

"This is the first proactive attack by the infected, and it will leave a significant mark on history! From now on, the banner of us infected will fly high across the land! The Reunion Movement is the ultimate ideal of all infected!"

His voice echoed near the East Gate; it was hard to imagine that such a thin boy could produce such a powerful voice from his chest. If he weren't infected, he would surely be an excellent opera singer.

Unfortunately, all his performance here was, in the eyes of the people of Rhodes Island, nothing more than the mercy spoken of by a demon.

If it is truly to uphold justice for the infected, force is certainly necessary, but it should never be used to torture and kill.

No one can accept the killings committed by the Reunion Movement in Chernobog, not even Rhodes Island itself.

This is not resistance, but destroying the last chance for infected people to communicate with normal people, turning the infected into real beasts.

But one thing must be acknowledged: the Reunion Movement has indeed demonstrated an extremely high capacity for encroachment.

They can incite countless oppressed infected people and turn them into their own power.

"So, Rhodes Island."

Mephisto calmed down a bit, lowered his eyes, and looked at the Rhodes Island group standing behind the barricade.

At this moment, the large group of infected people behind them also caught up. When they saw Rhodes Island and the others confronting Mephisto, they spontaneously surrounded them.

"Terra doesn't need a second Reunion Movement, nor does it need a Rhodes Island themed around mercy and salvation."

Mephisto waved his hand gently, and all the infected standing at the city gate raised their Molotov cocktails.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed countless times, but their eyes and brows were devoid of any spirit.

"I'm only giving you one choice... Heh, I prefer to call it a path rather than a choice."

The white-haired youth spoke with high spirits.

"Become a part of us! Let the Reunion Movement lead you to a brighter future! Otherwise, only death and destruction await you!"

He stretched out his left hand and raised three fingers.

You only have three seconds.

"three."

He held up three fingers and showed them to the Rhodes Island crew in front of him.

Amiya pursed her lips, unsure of what to do in this situation.

Nearl and Ace are ready for battle; Rhodes Island has no concept of surrender.

The doctor stood with his hands behind his back, showing no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

In the crowd, his black attire and composed demeanor immediately drew everyone's attention.

"two."

Mephistopheles picked one off with his finger.

Just then, from the street not far away, the Yeti team rushed over, escorting the two ladies to the scene.

As soon as they stepped out of the intersection, they saw Rhodes Island surrounded, and Mephisto standing on the east city wall.

"one."

Mephistopheles pulled one finger back, leaving only his index finger standing upright in the cold wind.

His eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected the people of Rhodes Island to be so ungrateful. Even though he had given them a "choice," they still intended to put up a stubborn resistance against the Reunion Movement.

They didn't even have the idea of ​​continuing to negotiate or consider it, even though they were the ones who spoke up in the first place, and I was just going along with their ideas and stood up to communicate with them!

Looking at the Rhodes Island members in front of him, Mephisto lost interest in making any further negotiations.

Our side has hundreds or even thousands of people, while the enemy is just a small team of thirty or forty people, a rabble.

"zero."

The last finger was clenched, completely transforming the body into a fist, a symbol of force.

Mephistopheles sighed; he had lost all interest. He hadn't expected this year's audience to be so boring.

"The show is over, it's time for the curtain to fall."

His gaze turned completely contemptuous, as if he were looking at weeds and garbage, and he waved his hand.

"Faust, attack!"

"Mephisto! No!"

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Froststar burst out from the corner, shouting as she tried to stop Mephisto's actions.

W, standing beside her, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking like he was about to watch a good show, as if he was just missing a popcorn and a Coke in his hand.

Before Mephistopheles could lower his raised hand, a purple light suddenly shone on the city wall beside him.

A crossbow bolt shot out from the modified crossbow, its bright light gleaming as it flew towards Amiya, who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

Mephistopheles and Faust had a good understanding of each other; they both realized that the little girl standing in the very center of the formation was one of the most important characters on the other side.

Moreover, he is a warlock. In battle, eliminating warlocks and healers first is a fundamental principle of any battle.

At the same moment, two voices rang out, accompanied by a piercing sob.

Amiya's pupils contracted as she sensed a threat from death. The crossbow bolt, imbued with the strong scent of Originium Arts, pierced the air as if Death itself were drawing its scythe before her.

Countless infected individuals have raised their weapons, ready to overwhelm these irrational individuals who are stubbornly resisting.