Ark Undead

This is just an ordinary Victorian coin.

But when Froststar held it, the coin did not freeze into solid ice like other things.

It even allowed Froststar to feel the warmth between her fingers after a long time.

"Keep it safe."

The Undead did not choose to listen to her long-winded speech, but instead gave Frostnova a gift.

The nameless hero will not feel any emotion when killing a person infected by the Abyss.

If Froststar carried the scent of the abyss, he would not hesitate to tear her in two with a single sword strike.

He simply felt that warriors striving for their ideals should not die in the darkness before dawn.

There must be something wrong with the Reunion Movement that Frostnova belongs to, but she did not choose to withdraw at this time.

She cannot withdraw because there will always be infected individuals who need to be integrated into the movement.

So she wanted to try to make changes and try to find out the root cause of all this.

The immortal turned and left; he had done everything he needed to do.

Soon, the gray-black figure disappeared near the camp, leaving only the campfire he had lit still burning.

"Miss."

Big Bear's eyes were fixed on the coin in Frostnova's hand.

To put it bluntly, as a loyal fan of War Knights...

"You want it?"

Froststar showed the coin in her hand to Big Bear.

Big Bear swallowed hard and nodded.

"Boss, look!"

"No!"

She carefully tucked the coin into the innermost pocket of her body, close to her chest.

The once dignified Frostnova now guarded her most cherished toy like a child.

A warm sensation spread across her skin. Froststar patted her chest, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. She then stood up.

"Alright, let's call it a day."

Separation did not bring loss, even if the next time we meet we will be at each other's throats.

But both the Undead and Frostnova were prepared for this.

Therefore, they will not be sad.

193. The joy of victory

"Okay, now please take off your mask and open your mouth."

The Undead stared unmoved at the operative who was giving him a physical examination.

Seeing the Undead remain motionless, the operator couldn't help but chuckle.

"Pfft... Okay, okay, I was just kidding. You don't need to take off your mask, but you'll have to go through the security checkpoint, okay?"

"can."

"This way, please. Let's go with Ace and the others!"

Following the operator's guidance, the Undead and Ace arrived at the dedicated disinfection channel responsible for cleaning.

When Ace saw the Undead walking this way, he waved to the Undead and beckoned him to come over.

"Hey! Mr. Undead, over here!"

Ace gave the undead a hearty smile.

"If I had known you wouldn't take off your helmet and cooperate with the inspection, I would have waited here for ages."

The Undead looked at Ace beside him and asked.

"You're not..."

"Ah, I did take off my helmet, but because the clothes and a lot of equipment I was carrying couldn't be disinfected outside, I had to come inside."

Ace bumped the Undying Man's shoulder and laughed.

"Precision instruments, you know, they're very comfortable to use, but they're also very troublesome to maintain."

The immortal nodded, indicating that he understood.

After evacuating from Chernobog, the group quickly left the vicinity of Chernobog's signal jamming range.

After contacting Kal'tsit, she immediately arranged for transport planes to pick up the large force evacuating from Chernobog.

It's also worth mentioning that transport planes are actually a very expensive mode of transportation.

Even the entire Rhodes Island only has two transport planes.

One aircraft for public use, one as a backup, and one for special deployment in emergencies.

Scout was picked up by the first public transport plane, while the others were on the second, spare one.

As for when they came, the Undead had also traveled by transport plane, so they are no longer so unfamiliar with it.

Under Amiya's guidance, they also successfully learned how to use a seatbelt on an airplane.

What a joy.

A few hours later, the group successfully returned to Rhodes Island from Chernobog, landed on the deck of Rhodes Island, and followed the passage to the inspection room.

“If we hadn’t come into contact with so many infected people during this mission, we wouldn’t have needed to go through these procedures. But it wasn’t just infected people; we even encountered a natural disaster. For the sake of our fellow infected compatriots on the island, we had to go through the public disinfection process.”

Ace explained the necessity of this procedure to the Undead, who expressed his understanding.

"I understand that the illness is very important."

"I'm afraid you'll find this too troublesome and won't be willing to cooperate. After all, Rhodes Island has quite a few patients. Not to mention, it just took in Azazel's patients."

Ace shrugged and followed the undead into the passage in front of him.

When the topic of Azazel came up, the Undead thought of the old man again.

The old man, who looked like an elegant nobleman, always referred to himself as a mere warrior. Even the immortals could sense the hidden sharpness within him.

After Bloodthorn returns this time, he'll probably find that old man as soon as possible and have a good fight with him.

But in the eyes of the Undead, Bloodthorn might suffer a crushing defeat.

Without using Originium Arts, Bloodthorn's combat techniques actually have many weaknesses.

This was also demonstrated in the video of the sword-and-shield knight versus the lightly armored knight, which was hailed as a textbook example of combat.

Without using Originium Arts, the Undead were practically dominating Bloodthorn.

Moreover, at that time, the Undead had not even recovered much of their strength.

But this old man was different. Just the faint smell of rust on his body, faded by time, was enough for even the undead to know that he had an extremely rich history of combat. Moreover, unlike Bloodthorn's one-on-one fighting style, he used a long blade that could take on multiple opponents simultaneously.

He must be a powerful warrior who has survived countless battles.

From Amiya and the others' conversation, we can also learn that this old man was probably a general in Ursus in the past.

That makes sense.

"No one died. What are you planning to do after we get back?"

Ace held his shield in his left hand and his breastplate outstretched in his right, waiting for the passage to scan him. As he waited, he glanced back at the undead and extended an invitation.

"If you're not busy, how about we grab a drink after my report? It's on me. Thanks to you for everything in Chernobyl this time."

On Rhodes Island, while missions are missions, the various relationships that develop during missions also contribute to deepening the bond between the infected and the non-infected.

Ace never hesitates to express his gratitude, especially to powerful beings like the Undead.

"And who else?"

The undead, mimicking Ace, held a spiral longsword in his left hand and a greatsword in his right, and asked.

"Scout contacted me before, saying he wanted to find a way to get you to go out for a drink."

The light swept over Ace and quickly reached the undead. Ace continued speaking.

"Miss Nearl probably doesn't have the energy; she needs to go back and take care of Miss Nightingale. As for Amiya..."

Ace smiled.

"If I could, I'd like to bring her over so she can have a glass of milk or juice with us. But for now, she'll probably take care of the Doctor's matter first. After all, Dr. Kal'tsit has been waiting for a long time."

Mentioning the Doctor reminded the Undead of his promise to the Doctor.

But Ace, seeing that no one was dead, told him to wait a little longer.

“I know you and the Doctor have a lot to talk about. After all, what happened to you two is too strange. He has forgotten many of us, but he can call you by name, which means he obviously knows you. But believe me, the people who can help him the most right now are Amiya and Kal'tsit. They are the two people who know the Doctor best.”

After the light swept across the passage, the lights at the end of the corridor turned green, and Ace put the armor back on.

"You don't want to talk to a confused idiot, do you? Why not give him some time?"

Ace certainly had his own motives. After those years of war, his relationship with the Doctor had become an unbreakable friendship. He wanted the Doctor to see Dr. Kal'tsit first to see if he could find a way to regain his memories.

Of course, he's also right; the Doctor now seems like a fool. He knows nothing except for things related to the undead and some battlefield command instincts.

The Undead nodded in agreement, confirming Ace's statement.

"Let's go."

The Undead sheathed his two swords and patted Ace on the shoulder.

"After victory, you must share your joy."

"Haha, yes! Well said!"

Ace happily led the Undead out of the passage, taking out a communicator as he went to call Scout.

After contacting Scout, Ace and the Undead agreed to meet at the bar later that day. Ace was going to give the Undead a surprise.