Ark Undead

The people of Rhodes Island were like rootless duckweed in the vast ocean, drifting aimlessly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole picture was like an artwork on display, with its name marked at the bottom.

"Light!"

Ding!

A loud shout rang out, coinciding with the sound of steel clashing against steel, accompanied by the sound of steel scraping against the ground.

Her dazzling golden hair danced in the soft light, and an unfolded shield stood in front of Amiya.

The crossbow bolt spun into the sky, lost all its kinetic energy in the light, and finally stuck helplessly into the muddy ground beside it.

Rhodes Island's heavy-armored operator, Nearl, held her shield and stood in front of Amiya, taking the arrow for her.

Even so, Lin Guang was inevitably pushed back ten or twenty centimeters by the huge impact, and the steel combat boots under his feet left a white mark on the ground.

Amiya, are you alright?

Lin Guang stared intently at the city wall, her attention focused, ready to be ready for the next crossbow bolt to fly in.

Amiya snapped out of her daze, took a deep breath, and clenched her fist.

"I'm fine, thank you, Nearl!"

Just as the two were talking, a voice rang out from beside them.

"Everyone is in a defensive formation, doing their best to hold on. We will definitely survive."

The doctor pressed down on the headset in his right ear; his ingrained battlefield command experience allowed him to remain calm even in such a desperate situation.

In that moment, the doctor vaguely saw many things, fragments of memories that had flashed through his mind. They unfolded before him like smiling figures from a dream.

In that daze, he saw two unfamiliar women who smiled at him and extended their hands to him.

As if entrusting everything to him, he made a promise to them that he would never betray them.

It was at this moment that he said in a low voice.

"Lord Ashes?"

Like someone groping forward in the dark, softly calling for light, he grasped the key to hope.

The figure standing at the very front, remaining silent throughout, slightly turned his head.

A hoarse voice rang out from beneath that cold, ruthless armor.

"explain."

"Please..."

The man shrouded in black lowered his head, bent over, and solemnly bowed to him.

This is an age-old, unchanging etiquette, a bow of solemn respect to the oldest heroes.

"Let the flames ignite."

The Undead looked at the Doctor behind him, and for some reason, a sorrow that had witnessed countless deaths welled up from his chest.

It was as if such a scene had already happened in the past, and was now being repeated.

At that time, just as all decay was about to come, countless figures bowed before him.

They will fight alongside themselves, facing the supreme deities.

Whoosh...

The lights flashed all at once.

In an instant, Nearl activated her Originium Arts, and a holy white light enveloped everyone, restoring some of their strength and calming their breathing.

The Undead, however, reached out and took the spiral longsword, which he had always used as a ceremonial sword, from his waist.

This sword, made of ordinary iron, seemed to gain a soul through prolonged burning.

In the hands of the undead, flame patterns flickered on the sword's blade.

An unnamed hero raised his spiraling sword, pointing it straight to the heavens.

In that instant, two more longswords made of light appeared close to the spiral longsword, bursting out with dazzling golden light!

That was a magnificent dragon-hunting story woven together by the eldest son of the sun, his personal knights, and the swordsmen who hunted dragons during the Age of Fire.

Beneath this light, what is to be replicated is the power and courage to shatter everything, even the ancient dragons soaring in the sky are no match for it.

The scales will be shattered, and the blood will flow out.

Fight until the very end.

Miracle (Oath of Gold and Stone)

In the light, the Rhodes Island crew standing behind the Undead surged with boundless power from their limbs and bones, gripping their weapons tightly.

Infected people from all directions rushed towards Rhodes Island, which was surrounded by walls.

In their eyes, compassion is nothing but a lie, and the rights of the infected are rising in the flames of revenge.

But their dirty tricks and folly fueled by rage will ultimately lead them to their deaths in burning blood.

boom!!

Unbeknownst to them, the natural disaster that was supposed to arrive at the scheduled time was delayed, lingering in the dark clouds.

In the hands of the silent hero, the lightning that scorched his eyes materialized amidst a solemn roar.

The undead loathe the enslaved by desire. This feeling cannot be erased even by the shifting sands of time.

Revenge should be sacred, but it has been tainted by those with ulterior motives and turned into a tool to fulfill desires.

On the canvas woven from lightning and flames, the dazzling light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Miracle (Giant Thunder Spear)

The arrogant young man never imagined that death was so close to him.

Until his eyes were filled with lightning, he believed he was definitely on the winning side.

But now, with the dazzling electric light and scorching heat before him, he suddenly recalled the night a few days ago.

The deafening thunder and the charred corpses.

"Get out!"

The first to react was Frostnova, who was trying to stop the fight.

The biting cold air instantly froze into an ice river, stretching out from in front of her.

Even before the Undead's Thunder Spear was unleashed, she had already tried to protect the boy standing on the city wall.

Even the coldest, hardest ice cannot stop the power that has existed for generations.

The high wall created by the Yeti's princess could only withstand the lightning spear for a moment before it was pierced through.

Behind the ice wall lies the human body itself, made of flesh and blood.

"Ino!"

Accompanied by Faust's tragic cries.

Behind the white-haired youth, the dazzling lightning gradually dissipated in the air.

He stared blankly at the crumbling ice wall in front of him, then looked down at his lower abdomen.

Only then did the pain surge over him like a tidal wave, engulfing him.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The scalding wound and the intense itching and numbness erupted simultaneously. Mephistopheles rolled his eyes back, trembled all over, and then fell helplessly upside down from the city wall.

boom!

His body slammed onto the hard ground, his muscles spasmed, and white smoke billowed from his body.

The power of the lightning spear that pierced through the ice wall had been somewhat reduced. But the remaining force was still enough to cause him excruciating pain.

The moment it touched flesh and blood, it tore apart all softness, leaving the violent lightning within his body.

With just one move, the leader of the Reunion Movement, who had just been making boastful remarks, was left in a state of uncertainty, his fate unknown, and his former glory completely gone.

Froststar's heart sank to the bottom.

She knew something bad was going to happen, but she never expected that even though she had tried her best to get here, things would still spiral out of control and go in the worst possible direction, like a runaway horse.

"Wow--"

W, standing behind Frostnova, clicked her tongue and then sighed, her face contorted as if she herself had suffered such an injury.

"That looks really painful."

"you!"

Froststar turned around and glared at W. Even at a time like this, she was still making sarcastic remarks.

W is considered one of the high-ranking members of the Reunion Movement. Even if he doesn't usually get along well with Mephisto, he shouldn't react this way.

W saw Frostnova's expression and waved.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm injured right now."

As she spoke, she pointed to her lower abdomen and two wounds on her thigh.

"Just coming this far is the limit. You want me to fight? You might as well just find some strongman. Don't forget, I'm not good at head-on combat either; I'm a scout—"

At this point, W specifically pointed to the undead over there, and said with a sincere expression.

"See him? He's the one who swung those two swords at me. If it weren't for my strong will, you'd be standing in front of a ghost right now. And don't forget who guided him to Chernobog, esteemed Lady Frostnova."

W's meaning was simply to let Frostnova handle it herself; she didn't want to get involved in this mess.

Moreover, she has already found the person she was looking for.

Ines and W had noticed each other long ago, and in an instant, they understood each other's intentions after exchanging glances.

That's why W can't make a move.

Once she makes a move, the two of them must pretend they don't know each other and cannot hold back.

That would make things complicated.