Ark Undead

He knew that if the infected people couldn't gain real status, then even though they had already demonstrated their strength, negotiations remained one of the ways to close the door on them.

"Chief, some of them are chasing us!"

An Integration Movement member, posing as a Chernobog refugee, entered the room and whispered to Collarbone.

“There were only two or three people, but they seemed to be of high status. Some of the brothers recognized them and silently took two steps back.”

Broken Bones nodded and asked.

"How far are we from that point?"

"At our speed, it should take another three to five minutes."

"Notify the Kingslayer that you may begin using Originium Arts."

"Yes!"

As Sui Gu spoke, the soldier under his command took out his personal communicator and began inputting information into it.

Shattered Bones turned his gaze to the outside of the abandoned factory, his eyes becoming somewhat inattentive.

The girl I saw in the crowd earlier...

"By the way, have you found the girl I told you about before, the one who's about my height and whose appearance I described?"

"I'm sorry, Chief."

The subordinate was still typing information when he heard the words "Broken Bones" and paused for a moment before quickly lowering his head.

"I've been quite busy lately, and I've only managed to catch up on what I have on hand. As for the girl you mentioned, I have indeed relayed the information to my subordinates. Once we've settled down, my men will immediately go and look into it."

"Yeah, it's okay...it's not that urgent. You're right, let's finish what we're doing first."

"Yes! Thank you for your understanding, Chief!"

Shattered Bones shook his head, knowing that it might just be wishful thinking on his part.

After all, in Ursus, most children without parents to support them don't live past ten years old.

Those were her family members, but she might not have the same kind of mental fortitude she had developed for revenge.

Perhaps... she has already died quietly in some cold winter?

Put aside his unrealistic ideas. Broken Bones jumped off the box, his voice turning cold again.

"Get ready, we're going to make Lungmen a bit more lively!"

...

On the other side, the Kingslayer, who had received the message, took a deep breath.

Her ribs were still aching slightly, and the Originium crystals on her exposed skin were also making her feel unwell.

A few days ago, I was injured by that armored monster who appeared out of nowhere, using strange Originium Arts.

When I woke up again, I was already in the lounge.

He received medical treatment and told himself not to fight with anyone rashly for a short period of time, otherwise the injury would worsen.

No one had ever seen that strange energy before. Even Frostnova frowned after seeing it, saying that she had never seen any similar Originium energy.

It felt like some kind of electrical disruption, but also like a burn caused by a fire.

Nowadays, even a king killer feels a burning sensation in his lungs just from taking a single breath.

The body's various functions have declined significantly. Even this operation required the use of very precious inhibitors.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she followed the leader's instructions and came to Lungmen, just to help Broken Bones with his operations there.

Her experience was very similar to that of Broken Bones. Both of them had very unhappy childhoods, and it was this kind of childhood that made them both harbor resentment and unwilling to accept their lives so far.

This is a reality. In fact, even the king killers themselves know that their fate is just what most infected people experience.

However, they are willing to stand up, willing to stand up for other infected people, just so that future children will not have to have a childhood similar to theirs.

Of course, everyone has their own selfish desires, and the regicide is no exception; she also has someone she wants to take revenge on.

However, this may be even larger and more unattainable.

So all she can do now is follow the banner of the Reunion Movement and do what she can.

For example, let Longmen feel the anger of the infected, let Longmen understand the pain of the infected.

Unbeknownst to them, the air around the regicide had become filled with an unusual mist.

This fog is just like the one encountered in Chernobog. It can not only interfere with a person's vision and hearing, but also block the detection range of Originium detectors and suppress a person's perception of danger.

This is the Originium Arts of the Kingslayer, and that's why she learned assassination techniques.

Her Originium Arts seem tailor-made for assassination.

Shattered Bones and his group wanted to escape the search and deceive the senses of those few, but the Kingslayer knew that this level of fog was far from enough.

So she gritted her teeth, ignoring the warnings from her body, and continued to unleash Originium Arts.

Infected individuals need to gather together to have strength.

Helping my companions is simply my duty.

The fog began to drift from the distant slums, eventually covering almost the entire slum.

The sudden fog gave many people a sense of foreboding, and even the sounds in the slums began to become more chaotic.

However, as the fog thickened, even sound was almost completely blocked out.

This man-made fog not only concealed all the crimes that occurred in the slums, but also allowed many people to hide inside.

"She really went all out. Even with her body in this state, she still wanted to help us get out of trouble."

On the other side, Broken Bones noticed the mist that was already faintly visible in the air and couldn't help but feel surprised.

"To repay her for her help, we also need to make an effort. Everyone, take note: change your outfits!"

Shattered Bones put on a hood and changed into refugee clothes, hiding the two modified grenade launchers under his cloak.

As all the members of the Reunion Movement left the factory area, Broken Bones glanced at the other side of the street and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Then, he pressed the switch in his hand.

boom!

A huge noise rang out in the factory area, and a series of explosions were detonated there. The infected people who were hiding in the abandoned factory area had long been driven to the slums, which is why the slums have been quite unsettled lately.

Actually, after the first explosion, there was nothing of value left here; apart from the tall buildings, there were only empty tall buildings.

But in reality, what the Bone Shatterer wanted to do was not to destroy, but to deliberately draw everyone's attention to this side.

What they need to do now is to get the Lungmen Police Department to follow their lead and send a large number of people into the slums.

The Rat King, living in the slums, would never sit idly by while the Lungmen authorities extend their reach into his territory.

As long as the slums become chaotic, they will have a chance to find what they are looking for.

Flames danced, and despite the shockwaves, the frail body stood firm and unmoved.

"Let's go."

After a long while, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness along with the Reunion Movement members who were surrounding him.

Not far away, Dubin, who was waiting for Lin Guang and the others, had just caught sight of them when she felt a gust of wind from behind. By the time she turned around, the sound had already exploded in her ears.

boom!

The house collapsed, flames soared into the sky, and the loud noise made Doberman instinctively lunge to the side to avoid the commotion.

"Doberman!"

Dobermann only turned around when Lin Guang and the others came in front of her.

"what happened to you?"

"No...nothing, it was just that explosion..."

Dubin gave a wry smile. She was a soldier, and in the face of an explosion, this was the most basic evasive maneuver a soldier could take.

"It reminded me of some bad things; it was just a subconscious physical reaction."

Dobermann straightened his hair and turned his gaze to the officer next to Lin Guang.

She extended her right hand.

"Officer, hello, you can call me Dubin."

"Just call me Officer Chen."

Chen quickly shook Doberman's right hand, while looking seriously at the high-rise building behind them that had been detonated.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. What about the girls you're pursuing?"

“I just followed them here, and then there were people guarding the way ahead, so I didn’t dare to go over.”

Doberman's consideration was quite thoughtful; she was all alone, and in such a situation, the worst thing to do is to act impulsively.

"There were quite a few of them, just that group alone numbered several dozen, and they were very well-organized and efficient. They shouldn't be ordinary infected people; they must have at least received training."

"Dozens of people?"

Chen frowned, thought for a moment, and finally made a decision.

"I'm planning to go check it out. This second explosion is a bit strange. Do you want to come with me?"

"I go."

Lin Guang nodded; she had no reason to refuse. Whether it was the Reunion Movement's doing or the slum dwellers' own actions, it was still an opportunity to understand the slums, and perhaps she could learn more from Chen.

"I'll go as well."

Dubin also figured out the relationship between them, and coincidentally, she also had some doubts in her heart, so maybe she could find the answer.

"Let's go then!"

Chen nodded and led the way out of the shadows toward the site of the explosion.

But they didn't know that the place was already deserted, and they were destined to return empty-handed.

Meanwhile, Amiya, who was carrying out humanitarian relief work in Chernobog, received a message from Kal'tsit and immediately boarded a plane to return to Rhodes Island.

Before leaving, she met with Ace and Herrag, who belonged to the Azazel Clinic, again to inform them of the upcoming arrangements.