Ark Undead

It's not that they scoffed at Kal'tsit's assessment of Patriot. Rather, there was another figure who had long since shattered their preconceived notions of warrior strength and left a profound impression.

Kal'tsit paused for a moment, then added.

"The Undead... let's leave that aside for now. His existence is too mysterious; even I find it difficult to draw any conclusions about him."

This immediately broke the dull atmosphere.

Ace recalled the scene he witnessed during the rescue of the doctor in Chernobog.

The lightning spear that pierced through the heavens and earth seemed to have shattered even natural disasters.

Even now, they still can't figure out whether the Undead is a warrior or a warlock with outstanding melee abilities.

Huang chuckled twice but didn't say anything.

The mention of immortals gave everyone a bit more confidence.

With immortals around, they have an extra layer of protection when facing patriots.

But Kal'tsit could also see everyone's mindset. Her brows furrowed, and she spoke up.

"The undead are ultimately just a guarantee; Rhodes Island's power comes from ourselves. Never forget that what you hold in your own hands is what truly belongs to you. We cannot let the existence of the undead cause us to neglect our high standards for ourselves."

"Yes!"

Ace and Blaze straightened their backs and responded loudly to Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit is right. It's not that the Undead will affect Rhodes Island.

No one is anyone's savior; ultimately, it is oneself who can realize one's dreams.

"Speaking of which, where is Mr. Undying?"

Amiya's voice suddenly broke into the conversation.

"After seeing him at the Lungmen Guard Bureau, he disappeared without a trace. Where did he go?"

"Is he not dead?"

Kal'tsit glanced back at the elevator.

"As for him... he probably went to the medical department with the people who retrieved Frostnova. It was probably his power that kept Frostnova alive until her last breath."

"That golden ring?"

The doctor nodded as he recalled what he had witnessed.

"It can only be him."

...

The fourth basement level houses the medical department.

After returning from Lungmen, the Undead heard about Frostnova from Kal'tsit and learned about her situation.

So, together with the Yeti squad that had been imprisoned and brought back with them, they arrived at the medical department to await news from Frostnova.

Fortunately, Frostnova doesn't seem to have suffered much damage from overusing Originium Arts. Although her body has been constantly overburdened, her unwavering mental strength has sustained her health.

The entire Yeti squad waited outside the medical room for Frostnova's medical examination results, with only Undead and Ursa accompanying her inside the examination room.

According to the Great Bear, the Undead also realized that it was his own contingency plan that saved Frostnova's life.

Warfarin was responsible for conducting the physical examination on Frostnova.

Did she really use Originium Arts in Lungmen despite her physical condition?

Warfarin frowned as she looked at Frostnova's physical parameters and spoke.

"Although her Originium fusion rate was already very high, her physical condition and current Originium concentration make her seem like someone who hasn't even used Originium Arts in the last week or two."

The immortal remained silent, but the bear asked anxiously.

"Then...when will the boss wake up?"

"Just wait and see."

Warfarin put down the parameter table in her hand.

"Although the Originium fusion rate is already very high, exceeding the normal level and is extremely dangerous, the Originium activity in her body is not that high; it is in a dormant state."

She had originally intended to show them the watch she was holding, but considering that the Undead and the Big Bear probably wouldn't understand it, she abandoned the idea and instead explained it to them verbally.

"In terms you can understand, she's just asleep from exhaustion, but her health wasn't very good to begin with. So this rest might be quite long, probably about a day. But she won't die, and there's no immediate danger to her life, do you understand what I mean?"

Big Bear breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly spoke up.

"Ah... okay! Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!"

Warfarin ignored the bear and turned to look at the Undead.

"Is this your power?"

"Ah."

The Undying Man admitted it.

Warfarin stared at the undead for a while longer.

"Can't you really give me some blood?"

"Go ask Kal'tsit."

"cut."

Warfarin rolled her eyes, then used the excuse that the patient needed rest to kick the two out of the medical room.

When the Yeti team outside saw the bear and the undead come out, they all gathered around.

When Big Bear told them that Froststar was relatively safe, everyone felt a huge weight lifted off their shoulders.

The Undead were about to make preparations for attacking the core city when they were stopped by the Big Bear.

The bear pulled the undead to the corner, avoiding the ears of the group of yetis over there.

"Mr. War Knight, you're heading to the core city, right?"

The immortal nodded.

"Yes."

The smile on Big Bear's face faded a little after he learned that Frostnova was alright.

"Patriot should be in the core city; he is the eldest sister's father."

The immortal looked at the bear and asked.

"so?"

Big Bear scratched his head, not knowing why he was thinking about these things.

Is it to prevent the two from facing off?

He believes that if his older sister were sober, she wouldn't want the two of them to face off directly.

"Patriot is a true warrior and a good person. He is one of the few clear-headed people in our Reunion Movement. If our eldest sister were awake, she wouldn't want to see the two of you meet on the battlefield."

The immortals remained silent.

This kind of thing is unavoidable. Since we're on different sides, we can't use words to make the other side lay down their arms.

Then we'll have to see who's the best.

“I know that it is precisely at times like these that Patriot is less likely to give up, but... sigh, can’t we just not fight? It’s not like we have any mortal grudges.”

The bear who took off his mask had a mature face, but at this moment his face was full of distress.

The Undead's eyes, hidden beneath its helmet, stared at the bear.

He began to speak.

"If I could, I wouldn't fight him. But if I have no choice but to take action."

The immortal focused his mind and made a promise.

"I will give it the respect due to a soldier."

240. Fight to the death, never retreat.

The reactor door opened, and Patriot, having completed the core city orientation and acceleration, stepped out of the reactor. He immediately saw the girl standing next to the reactor, catching the Originium explosive she was holding.

W leaned against the wall, and after hearing the noise, she turned her head to look at Patriot.

"My Lord Patriot."

Even W, in front of Patriot, would put away his cynical attitude, bow his head respectfully, and call him "Sir".

For no other reason than that the things patriots do for those infected have never deviated from a down-to-earth foundation.

His actions, all based on his ideals, ultimately saved many more infected people.

Instead of being like someone on a high tower.

"Ah."

Patriot stepped forward and came to W's side.

"What, you haven't left yet?"

"My lord Patriot, I have a question for you."

W looked up, her gaze towards the patriot slightly hesitant.

"Do we have to leave?"

Patriot looked down and glanced at the mercenary leaning against the wall.

He naturally knew what W really wanted to ask.

W couldn't possibly be unaware that danger was lurking nearby; the question she asked at that moment was actually...

Why don't you leave?

Patriot shook his head and continued walking.

W followed behind Patriot, waiting for his answer.