Ark Undead

"You just wait and see, W. This time, you owe me."

Froststar was enveloped in a frosty mist; she had made up her mind that she had to join the battle. Otherwise, against the undead's power, these infected were nothing more than wheat to be harvested, utterly powerless to resist.

Now, I just hope...

Frostnova had just raised her hand, about to intervene in the battle.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened to Mephistopheles, who had been lying down.

Thick, black liquid, and black pus, gushed from his wound. The mere sight of this fluid made everyone present breathe heavily.

That is...

Amiya felt a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath. She raised her arm and glanced at the multi-function monitor on her wrist.

"Such a high concentration of Originium! Is this a natural disaster?!"

At the same moment, the dark clouds in the sky changed color, resembling rolling purplish-black ink, and together with the scorching hot boulders and deep flames, they fell.

The concentration of Originium around everyone continued to rise.

A natural disaster has struck.

Amidst this natural disaster, Mephisto's wounds slowly healed. With the help of the thick black liquid, his flesh and blood healed, and his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, a chilling aura emanated from the north, as if an endless gaze were lowered, looking down upon this battlefield.

It sensed that its kin were injured.

It sensed that things were developing in a way it hadn't expected.

Therefore, it was only subconsciously trying to open its eyes and look at this battlefield.

With just that one glance, it knew it shouldn't have looked over there.

Because it saw him.

At this moment, Mephistopheles was no longer important.

Just as Rhodes Island was engaging the Infected from Reunion, the Undead who had just glanced at Frostnova also sensed the watchful gaze.

That was a pain etched into their very bones, a hatred that even time could not erase; they were meant to kill each other.

"It's you."

The immortal remembered.

He sensed this gaze the moment he awakened in Victoria.

In the vast, boundless sky, malice from beyond the world opened its eyes to him.

At that time, he was weak and powerless; apart from all the memories he had since ancient times, his strength was far too weak.

But then natural disasters began to converge on him.

That was the deepest darkness, the gaze of the abyss.

They will devour each other until a single winner emerges.

In that duel, the Undead truly ignited the First Flame, losing all their past memories.

The flames burned everything, and the Originium became the fuel to sustain the flames. The endless storms were nothing more than the foundation for the birth of life.

Then, the earth trembled, and the mountains and rocks shifted. The nameless hero, devoid of humanity, slumbered in the mountains, awaiting his later awakening.

Now, that gaze has reappeared on the battlefield, fixed on him.

The flesh and blood that was healing in Mephistopheles suddenly stopped.

Even natural disasters have brought the system to a standstill.

That captivating aura was fading away at an extremely rapid pace.

It was not prepared; this was not the time for a head-on confrontation.

But the hunters of the abyss never slacken their efforts.

He would personally ignite that boundless darkness. Even if it was just a tiny tail, he would tear it to shreds!

A small mistake can lead to endless anger.

The hunter of gods raises his right hand.

As the overflowing flames swept through, they pushed aside all living things around them.

In an instant, crimson flames roared, and dark clouds retreated to the north.

The sun revealed itself, casting its rays upon the earth.

Sparks scattered, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of scorched earth.

Living patterns ignited from the bottom of the tattered cloak.

The gray-black cloak seemed to have changed color, clinging tightly to the armor and solidifying into a crimson, tattered fabric.

Steel is forged and cast, surrounding the king as he ascends his throne.

The crown reappears to unleash the ever-burning flames and proclaim the power of the sun.

This was the first time he had unleashed his remaining humanity without reservation, pouring out all the power he possessed.

The hero, no longer holding back, unleashed his fury with a hatred that threatened to tear flesh apart and suck the marrow from the bones.

This is not hatred based on selfishness, but a struggle between different consciousnesses and across generations!

Even if it means burning oneself to ashes, one must utterly destroy the enemy from generations past!

The ignited flames encircled the lightning, becoming the driving force for its departure.

A massive bolt of lightning swept across the sky, chasing the retreating darkness of the north.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on that dazzling flash of lightning.

boom!

In the darkness, a glimmer of gold appears. You usurpers who roam the earth, raise your heads!

Look, that is the flame that has never been extinguished, that is the sun that shines eternally!

First Flame (Sunlight Gun)

Just a few dozen miles away from Chernobog, a figure stood atop a giant rock, gazing at the distant city.

As the terrifying lightning spear swept past, she tried to dodge it, running towards the mountains to escape for her life.

But it wasn't until she looked back one last time at the lightning bolt rushing towards her that she understood.

There is no escape.

The mountain rocks collapsed suddenly, and a black light appeared.

Splinters of wood and rocks flew dozens of meters high, and the huge crater looked as wide as if a giant rock had crashed down from thousands of miles away!

Even though she had tried her best to resist, she could not escape this relentless revenge.

His entire right half was blasted apart by surging lightning. The surging black mist kept rolling and trying to reassemble his body, but it was constantly eroded by sparks and lightning. It wasn't until a moment later that he returned to his original state.

Her exposed upper body was spotless and white, and the original injury was no longer visible.

But her gloomy and pale face betrayed the fact that she was very weak.

Without lingering, they decisively fled into the mountains and forests.

All that remained were shattered rocks and lingering flames and lightning, which coalesced into an ocean within the massive crater tens of meters deep.

The undead, sensing that his life force had completely vanished, lowered his right hand.

An emptiness swept over him, and he was also somewhat exhausted.

But the effect was remarkable; he could smell the stench and ran away screaming like a stray dog.

After glancing around at the Reunion Movement members who dared not approach again, the Undead drew the giant sword from his back.

He turned around and looked at Froststar beside him.

Sizzle!

The immense force drew a horizontal line across the ground, and the undead then thrust the greatsword vertically in front of him.

Burning sparks surrounded him, and swirling flames embraced the sword.

He placed his hands on the hilt of his sword and spoke softly to the girl in the distance, as well as to all the restless Reunion Movement members.

"Come."

192. Therefore, they will not grieve for six thousand.

Click!

The greatsword pierced the hard ground, and the reverberating sound was clearly audible in the silent square.

The warrior in the armor placed his hands on the hilt of his sword and spoke calmly.

"Come."

Indeed, some infected individuals were still itching to step forward. But remembering the scene of the raging torrent just now, they dared not do anything.

His legs were trembling, and he could barely hold the weapon in his hand.

That's a power that no human could possess; the guy in front of them was absolutely invincible.

Ding...

A series of weapon thuds followed, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, and the infected lost the courage to move forward.

The once dense crowds gradually thinned out.

It wasn't until he had run quite a distance away from the scene that his throat, which had been dominated by fear, was able to make a sound.

"Run! Run! Don't get in my way!"

"We can't win, we can't win!"

In just half a minute, the number of infected surrounding Rhodes Island and its crew had dwindled by more than half.

The remaining infected people were all concentrated at the east gate.