Ark Undead

"Isn't this even lower than her previous lowest record?"

"Even the level of nerve infection is much lower than before, returning to the level of mild infection."

Kal'tsit gestured for Shining to continue watching, she said.

"After each episode of berserk symptoms, the ghost shark's neurological infection level would fluctuate irregularly. Surprisingly, this berserk episode did not increase the neurological infection level; instead, it reduced the infection level."

The two of them looked at the immortal beside them, focusing on the immortal's right hand.

The undead sensed their gaze, raised their right hand, and conjured a ball of flame out of thin air.

"This flame is my power, capable of killing anything related to the Abyss... well, to Originium."

The power the Undead just used was a spell called "Purifying Flame".

The flames are injected into the enemy's body and then ignited all at once.

This was originally a spell used to purify living sacrifices, hence it is called the Purifying Flame.

However, the Undead kept its power within a controllable range, and the Agor people's strong physique allowed the Ghost Shark to survive.

This is why the Undead need the Shining to keep Specter's body from disintegrating. The cracks that just appeared on Specter's body are the external symptoms caused by the burning flames inside her body.

"However, it doesn't discriminate between friend and foe. I can't use it to burn the things inside the ghost shark's body, let alone the spine, such a crucial part."

The Undead shook his head, dissuading the two from having such an idea.

Kal'tsit rubbed her head; she had a bit of a headache.

Skadi hasn't returned yet, and Specter is in trouble again. Although the matter has been resolved, we don't know what Specter's mental state is like now.

"We can only take it one step at a time."

Kal'tsit sighed. While she was worrying about these things, she also had to deal with the Lungmen situation and the relief supplies for Chernobog.

I really hope the PhD student can mature soon...

Kal'tsit recalled the Doctor's performance yesterday, which made her slightly tempted.

Could she delegate these matters to the doctor a little more?

The Undead had no idea what Kal'tsit was thinking. Now that the Specter matter was temporarily resolved, he decided not to linger.

"Ghost Shark, wake me when you wake up. I'm leaving now."

...

The first rescue team for Chernobog set off this morning.

Mr. Helag and Scout, as the leaders of the first team, led a group of members to Chernobog ahead of time.

After all, the Chernobog incident just happened last time. Even though the leader of the Reunion Movement has now separated the core city from Chernobog, there is no guarantee that the Reunion Movement will not occupy Chernobog.

Therefore, we need Mr. Helag, as a local, along with the Scout squad's reconnaissance capabilities, to conduct reconnaissance first.

Later that day, Ace and Amiya will lead the members of Operation Reserve Group A4, along with some individual volunteers, to Chernobog with relief supplies.

In other words, Melanie was also in the queue. She also brought her own registration, wanting to go to Kroos in Chernobog with her.

Kroos has almost run out of the money she earned on Rhodes Island.

After all, she still needs to receive treatment from Rhodes Island. Even though most of the fees were waived for Ceobe out of consideration for her survival, food, clothing, and lodging still cost money.

And coincidentally, Melantha was already in the team, so she could keep an eye on Kroos. After thinking about it for a while, Ace agreed to Kroos's request to join the team.

The Undead did not participate in the Chernobog rescue operation. Instead, with Melantha's help, he contacted Vulcan via terminal, wanting to see if his weapon could be repaired.

So, when Melantha and Kroos arrived at the garage in the afternoon, dressed and ready to go, the Undead also came to see them off.

"Hey, hey, hey, you have to fasten it here, don't let it come loose!"

"But! Ceobe thinks it's so crowded!!"

"Then just adjust the elastic band. This is the backpack you'll be carrying; it contains food and drinks..."

"There's food!!"

Kroos's eyes lit up immediately. She quickly fastened the backpack's buckle and then slung it securely over her back.

For this trip, Kroos also wore the A4 uniform of the Operations Preparatory Group, which was predominantly dark black.

Everyone else was fine, except for Kroos, who had several weapons on his back: a gun, a sword, an axe, and a knife.

I don't know why a little girl would bring so many weapons with her.

But when Kroos heard that she was going on a mission, she didn't dare leave even one thing behind and insisted on taking everything with her.

Only when the Undead came over and put away the most difficult-to-carry long-handled weapons did Kroos glance at the Undead with teary eyes, and then reluctantly and reluctantly took only his axe and knife.

"When you come back, these things will still be yours. Just come and get them from me."

The Undead reached out and patted Kroos on the head.

"If I make money, I can go out and eat delicious food."

"Great!"

Kroos, who had been looking aggrieved, perked up its furry ears as soon as it heard there was food.

Melantha breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed only the Undead could control Kroos's temperament.

Everyone boarded the vehicle. Now that the route was clear, there was no need to use such an expensive mode of transportation as a transport plane.

As the vehicle drove away from the garage, the Undead turned and left.

Kroos was quite excited at first, sitting in the car. But after a few minutes, she became quiet.

His eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and they closed completely in no time, causing him to fall onto Melanie's shoulder beside him.

Melantha adjusted the bag that Kroos was holding in her arms so that she could hold it more comfortably. Then she leaned back in her seat, listening to Kroos's breathing.

I feel like Kroos has been dozing off more and more lately.

Melanie glanced at the watch on her wrist.

It's only 2 PM, isn't it?

Did she not sleep yesterday?

211. Iron

Longmen, the outer ring of the slums, at the border of the city.

The Doberman had been waiting here for a long time.

Her Rhodes Island informant told her that he would be there and would bring a report on everything that was happening in the slums.

However, Doberman always had a bad feeling.

When she came out, Kal'tsit told Dobermann about the informant's information and warned him.

"We haven't been in contact with this informant for a long time. But so far, he's the only one who still sends us messages on time. The situation in Lungmen is unpredictable and volatile, so we must always be careful to stay safe."

Dubin didn't want to contact the informant herself. But her identity wasn't suitable for contacting the official forces of Lungmen.

On the contrary, it was Nearl who was able to use his Radiant Knight as a stepping stone to directly greet the higher-ups of Lungmen.

So Dobermann came here alone, waiting for the informant to take her into the heart of the slum.

However, Doberman had been waiting there for half an hour, and ten minutes had passed since the agreed time.

She began to wonder whether she should continue waiting, perhaps something unexpected had happened to the informant.

It was at this moment that a figure appeared from the side path.

The man was dressed in ordinary Lungmen citizen clothes, a clean coat and trousers, and had two furry ears on his head, making him clearly a member of the Felin tribe.

Such people are commonplace throughout Terra. Therefore, no one would suspect him.

The man approached Dobermann and stood about two meters away from her, leaning against the wall behind her just like she did. He then raised his right hand and glanced at the watch on his right wrist.

"Why is it so late? I still have work tonight..."

Doberman's ears twitched, and he then raised his right arm to glance at the watch on his wrist.

Dobermann glanced at the man beside her and muttered something under her breath.

"I don't know what these people are doing. Did they even bring the goods?"

The man then glanced over.

The two made eye contact, and then simultaneously took off their watches and put them in their bags.

Doberman raised an eyebrow, the man nodded, turned around and walked back into the alley, and Doberman immediately followed.

The two turned a couple of times in the alley and came to a dead end.

Pedestrians wouldn't easily come here, so just across the street, the man casually pushed open the trash can beside him and, from the bottom of the trash can, opened a small door.

"Come in."

The man first leaned half his body inside, then waved to Doberman and called out to him.

Dobermann nodded, and she followed the man into the house.

After Doberman came in, the man grabbed the handle of the trash can, pulled it over, and then closed the small door again.

As a result, the noise from the outside world was immediately shut out, leaving only the sound of the two people breathing.

The room was dimly lit, with only two dim yellow lights on the wall, which looked rather chilly.

"People from Rhodes Island?"

The man went to the table, poured a glass of water for Doberman, and placed it on the table.

"sit."

Doberman pulled over a bench, which had been covered in dust for a long time.

But there were still some water droplets on the surface of the kettle in the man's hand, so it must have just been washed before he brought it over to use.

In other words, this place hasn't been used by men for a long time. This informant hasn't seen his superior here in a long time either.

"it's me."

Instead of sitting down, Doberman went to the opposite side of the man's table and extended his right hand.