Ark Undead

Yes, what Broken Bones said made sense, but when Misha thought about these things, she felt that war was bad and she didn't want war.

Perhaps... there are other ways?

Seeing Misha's hesitation, Broken Bones glanced back at the alley entrance and sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, Misha, please take a rest first."

After saying that, Broken Bones raised his right hand and clenched his fist into a knife.

boom!

A black and red energy blast flew from the end of the alley, blasting apart the raised right hand of the bone-crushing man, who was also thrown several meters away by the energy blast!

"Misha!"

A purple figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She swung the rope in her hand, deftly encircling Misha's body, and then pulled her towards herself.

"what!"

With a gasp, Misha was pulled away by the rope. In mid-air, she saw the face of the person who had come to her.

"Sister Ansuo?!"

It was Darkrope, who had just been kicked away by Shattered Bones, who was really worried about Misha, so she followed the Rhodes Island people.

Fortunately, Broken Bone remembered that Misha was his sister and didn't knock her unconscious and search her body directly, otherwise everyone probably wouldn't have survived until this point.

After Misha landed, An Suo quickly reached out and hugged her.

"Hmph...They came so fast."

Broken Bones spat and turned around to face the approaching crowd.

Amiya followed from behind, her right hand raised, black and red energy gathering between her fingers. The energy blast she had just fired was an Originium spell she had used from a great distance.

It's very basic, but it also profoundly demonstrates Amiya's deep magical abilities.

Then Huang and Chen, who had caught up, saw the shattered bones again.

"The leader of the Reunion Movement, Bonebreaker."

Chen stood still, and she shouted.

Surrender! I'll let you live the rest of your life in prison. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen next!

Indeed, during the long chase, the last remaining Reunion Movement members who had been following the Broken Bones were almost completely wiped out.

Meanwhile, the main force of the Reunion Movement was blocked by Hoshiguma at the abandoned factory area.

The remaining unaffiliated groups in the slums were also suppressed and killed in the streets by Lin Yuxia. Now, Broken Bones is completely isolated and helpless, facing so many enemies all by himself. He is Broken Bones, not a god.

But Broken Bones still didn't put down his weapon. He simply loaded the next Originium explosive and then faced the crowd in front of him.

Pull the trigger.

On the other side, the Longmen Governor's Mansion.

Wei Yanwu sat at the table, looking at the letter that had been delivered to him, remaining silent.

The study door was pushed open, and a graceful woman brought a cup of tea to Wei Yanwu's desk.

"Still worried about the Great Yan?"

"My younger brother has high hopes for me. But to be honest... sigh."

Wei Yanwu put down the letter in his hand and sighed.

“Not just anyone can sit on that throne. He has been able to sit on it for fifty years, which is among the highest in history. But I am different.”

Wei Yanwu was of ancient ancestry, and it was precisely because of this that his head was different from that of ordinary people, yet it possessed a subtle ability to express emotions.

“It’s not that I’m afraid of taking responsibility; it’s that I’m afraid of this responsibility, that I can’t bear it.”

Like Wei Yanwu, Lady Wenyue was also a woman of ancestral lineage. Their marriage was always harmonious, making their union a perfect match.

"So he'll send the Embroidered Uniform Guard to see if you're a good emperor or not. Then he'll make a decision."

Wen Yue placed the teacup next to Wei Yanwu, then put down the plate and gently pressed Wei Yanwu's head from behind.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you do get that position, I'll stay with you until the end."

Wei Yanwu remained silent. He simply extended one hand, grasped his wife's hand, and sighed softly.

After a moment of silence, Wen Yue spoke up and asked.

"So, when will those Imperial Guards arrive at Longmen?"

Wen Yue's tone turned slightly cold.

"So that I can make sure Black Cloak is ready."

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard? They can't come."

Wei Yanwu squinted, silently enjoying his wife's care, and murmured something.

"Is it... him, the divine general?"

...

At the same time, in the wilderness surrounding Longmen City.

The Undead gradually dispelled the lightning spear in his hand. He looked at the three Imperial Guards kneeling in front of him with some incomprehension. Their panicked and submissive appearance filled the Undead's eyes, hidden under his helmet, with doubt.

Didn't you just say you were going to shut me up forever? Why didn't you even throw the Thunder Spear? It's like you've seen your father.

"You... what is this...?"

232. The Great Flame Divine General is actually myself

A few minutes later, in the Wilderness Teahouse on the outer ring of Longmen City.

Four people sat together with a pot of tea in front of them and a teacup in front of each person.

The Undead took out a roll of Lungmen Dollars from his bag and handed it to the waiter.

"Give this to the boss."

"Ah, okay! Thank you, sir. Please enjoy your meal!"

The waiter forced a smile, then put down the tea and snacks he was holding and ran away without even taking the money.

The immortal glanced down at the money on the table and then shoved it under the tea tray.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I've made you spend money to resolve this matter!"

The leader of the Imperial Guards had deactivated his special transformation, and now three people wearing beast masks were sitting in front of the Undead.

Their restrained demeanor resembled that of children who had made a mistake, sitting motionless in front of their teacher.

To be honest, no one knows what happened unless someone dies; the two sides were clearly fighting fiercely just moments ago.

The Imperial Guards removed the restrictions on themselves, and the Undead also planned to use miracles and magic; both sides began to take the matter seriously.

As a result, the Imperial Guards, upon seeing the lightning spear condensed by the Undead, simply put down their weapons, knelt down before the Undead, and shouted.

"Sir! Calm down!"

The Undead was immediately stunned, then dispersed the lightning spear in his hand.

And so the immortal stood there, while the three knelt.

Several minutes passed, and this state continued. It wasn't until the three Imperial Guards secretly glanced at the Undead that they saw him crouching down and looking at them.

"What are you doing?"

...

"My lord, please forgive me! I was unaware that the successor of the divine general was here. I spoke recklessly before, and I beg you to punish me!"

Even though the three Imperial Guards were ordered by the Undead to sit at the table, they still acted as if they had done something wrong.

The Undead were even more confused, scratching their heads and having no idea what had happened.

What kind of divine general is this? And what is a successor of a divine general? Why is he considered a successor of a divine general just because he missed a single lightning spear?

"What divine general? A successor of a divine general?"

The immortal looked at the three Imperial Guards with a puzzled expression, then raised his right hand and condensed a small thunder spear in his palm.

"You recognize this thing? This is a thunder spear. What does it have to do with the divine general you're talking about?"

"Your Excellency, the power in your hand is proof that it belongs to His Majesty and His Majesty's personal guards. The Thunder Magic inheritance is only qualified to be learned or passed on by the descendants of the lords who participated in the Investiture of the Gods."

The Imperial Guard looked at the Thunder Spear in the Undead Man's hand with a hint of envy, then lowered his head and continued speaking.

"Your palm thunder, in terms of both color and power, has almost reached the level achieved by that divine general in the ancient battlefield illusion when he used it. He must be in a high position by His Majesty's side, right?"

Upon hearing this, the immortal realized something.

These Imperial Guards recognized the Thunder Spear and offered their assessment of the Thunder Spear they used.

It was almost identical to the thunder spears they had seen before.

The question then arises: why had these Imperial Guards seen the Thunder Spear? And what was the Thunder Spear's connection to their Great Yan Dynasty?

The Undead man immediately became interested. He picked up his teacup, opened the breathing mask under his helmet, took a sip, and then spoke.

"I don't know anything about the ancient battlefield illusion you're talking about, nor do I know where you learned about the lightning spear. But I'm very interested in the lightning magic you're talking about. You said other people can also use lightning...lightning magic. What exactly does it take? And what does it have to do with the Great Yan Dynasty?"

Upon hearing what the immortal said, the three Imperial Guards exchanged bewildered glances.

A moment later, the leading Imperial Guard raised his hands, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Undead, and said...

"My lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, are you not a person of the Great Yan?"

"I'm not."

The Undead shook his head and said.

“I was sent here to stop you. I didn’t ask to kill you, I just wanted you to leave. But after seeing you, I became very interested in the equipment you were wearing. And then you told me that you know about the Thunder Spear.”

The Undead dispelled the lightning spear in his right hand and was about to grab the teapot to pour himself some tea.

A sharp-eyed Imperial Guard, before the Undead could die, picked up the teapot and stood up to pour him a cup of tea in a fawning manner.

The fact that someone was serving him like this left the immortal completely bewildered; he could only nod and say thank you.