Ark Undead

It could be the food we eat every day, or something we see every day, or even just breathing.

In short, Victoria's situation is very strange. But since no one knows the specific reason, they can only seek help from the Doctor and Kal'tsit.

"First of all, thank you for informing us of this, Mr. Undead. Rhodes Island is preparing to head to Victoria."

For the first time ever, Kal'tsit expressed her gratitude to the undead.

Kal'tsit, whose age is shrouded in mystery, may not know exactly what the Abyss is, but she has at least heard about it. Therefore, a scholar like Kal'tsit is most likely to understand the threat posed by things of such a place.

"At the same time, Rhodes Island headquarters also received a report from the Victoria-based operators, who said that Victoria residents had been experiencing frequent headaches, itchy skin, and severe respiratory illnesses during this period."

Kal'tsit glanced down at the documents; it seemed they had just had a meeting about Victoria.

"Rhodes Island is planning to send people into Victoria first to try to establish relationships with the people there."

"If you need help, you can contact me."

"The Undead said."

“I know him, Aslan, a royalist.”

“I know that the information states that you have an unusual relationship with Aslan’s current leader. But Rhodes Island cannot openly appear in Victoria right now.”

Kal'tsit shook her head.

"Having just ended a battle with the Reunion Movement, we need time to recover. And..."

Kelsey paused for a moment, then said a name.

"Theresis. This man is Rhodes Island's greatest enemy. Of course, you've already heard this name from Talulah, and I can tell you that the upheaval in Victoria is absolutely related to this regent of Kazdel."

"W is on his way back to Kazdel, and Rhodes Island needs to make more preparations to deal with any potential events in Victoria. Your information is valuable enough; leave the rest to us."

Kal'tsit is capable enough that the Undead can confidently entrust her with investigating this matter.

His emotions calmed down slightly; the Undead simply didn't want a repeat of the events that occurred in Londo during the Age of Fire in Victoria.

If the Abyss were to completely conquer a dynasty on Earth, there would be no turning back. Given past examples, this must never happen again in Terra.

"Take a good rest during this time... Oh, by the way, if you find anything else, please come find us anytime."

Kal'tsit thought for a moment, then said again.

"In a couple of days, I will send the latest batch of Emergency Rational Liquid to your room. It's still being manufactured these days."

"Not urgent."

The Undead shook his head. He wasn't in a hurry to use it now, as he had other things to do.

"I'm going to Longmen in a couple of days."

"About the Great Yan?"

Kal'tsit nodded.

"It just so happens that in about a week, it will be the Great Yan Festival. What Wei Yanwu wants to tell you at this time must be something special. Besides, you are planning to go to Great Yan, aren't you?"

"Yes."

The immortals made no attempt to conceal their desire to leave.

"They're talking about a divine general. I'm very interested; there might be other clues there."

"Do you need us to send someone to follow you?"

After the Core City incident, the relationship between the Undead and Rhodes Island became more stable, including a slight change in the Undead's attitude towards Kal'tsit, the Doctor, and Amiya.

The Undead are a rare partner, and Rhodes Island will not restrict their behavior, but that does not mean they would be willing to sever ties with them so easily.

"No need, I'm fine on my own."

The Undead thought for a moment, and was about to ask Kal'tsit about Melantha again, wondering when Melantha would pass Rhodes Island's official operator test.

Although Melantha is already strong enough, she is still nominally a Rhodes Island reserve operator and needs to undergo reserve operator training.

Regardless, Melantha is a member of the reserve team. Her combat style not only bears the hallmarks of the Undead but she's also almost accustomed to fighting as a squad member. Before becoming a full-fledged operator, Melantha still has some things to learn.

The Undead wanted to ask Melantha about when he could take her out for a run.

Just then, Kal'tsit's communicator rang.

Kal'tsit gestured to the two people around her to be quiet, then raised her communicator to connect to the call.

"It's me, Kal'tsit. Is there something you need, Zilan?"

"Huh? A big man?"

Kal'tsit's expression was initially calm, as always, as if she had everything under control.

But the Doctor and the Undead found Kal'tsit's expression becoming increasingly contorted, which was quite a sight.

"Wait a moment, let him rest for a bit, I'll be right there."

Kal'tsit hung up the communicator and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"What happened?"

"I have a lot to do today," the professor stepped forward and asked.

Kal'tsit didn't answer the Doctor, but looked at the Undead and said something pointed.

"Could you please come with me to the Human Resources Department now? A guest has arrived, and it might be related to you."

"I?"

The immortal was stunned for a moment.

Why is it that every day these past few days someone seems to be involved with me?

First came the Heavenly Fire, so it's impossible that Maria also came over, right?

Meanwhile, the Rhode Island Human Resources Department.

The man, who was over three meters tall, plopped down on the floor of the personnel department. His height and build did not allow him to sit on the sofa, which he called a "little stool."

Even though the little girl in front of him kept telling him that the floor was cold and to sit on the sofa.

But he was afraid of breaking the sofa, and before he even entered Rhodes Island, he was already in debt.

"I have just informed Ms. Kal'tsit, and the information about you has been submitted. Thank you very much for your trust."

Even someone as strong-willed as Zilan trembled slightly under the gaze of the burly man in front of her.

It wasn't out of fear; it was a very strange feeling. He hadn't shown any dangerous moves or given any signals that he intended to attack you. But under his gaze, you would unconsciously feel a sense of dread towards the warrior in front of you.

Ongstein nodded and gave Zilan a hearty smile, revealing his shiny teeth.

His neat, short white hair made him look very masculine.

Unfortunately, it was just too big, so big that it was somewhat incomprehensible.

"It's alright, it's alright. I didn't expect Rhodes Island to have so many rules."

Ornstein wasn't incapable of understanding; he had lived on Terra for a long time and these things were commonplace for him. He was just saying it casually.

Time is not something of commemorative value. To him, the past millions of years have not been as interesting as the few hundred years since he came to Terra.

He has gradually forgotten his identity, walking through the world with his immortal soul and unwavering fighting spirit.

Even though time has almost taken away his strength, as long as he can still wield a spear, he remains a legend.

However, this legend seems to have completely changed everyone's perceptions during the recent physical test.

His physical strength alone surpasses that of all existing operators.

Even the mysterious Agorians like Skadi couldn't compare to him.

His flesh and blood were an unshakeable suit of armor.

Moreover, its physical attack capabilities are also formidable.

After being ravaged by the undead, the strength testing sensor suffered another devastating blow.

Last time, the Undead used his own fists to smash through the container in front of him containing special sensor particles.

But this time, Onstan smashed the container in front of him completely flat with one punch.

It was a fist the size of a clay pot in a physical sense. When Onstan slammed down with his fist, the operators standing in the glass observation room could almost feel the intense wind pressure.

Countless sensors, resembling small steel balls, burst out of the container, turning the reinforced metal container into almost an iron plate.

After withdrawing his hand, Onstan shook his palm.

"This thing is pretty hard."

This scene completely stunned all the operators present, and the next moment they called Kal'tsit.

After finishing his data testing, Onstan returned to the personnel department. Along the way, the agents who passed him would avoid him, seemingly in awe of him.

Onstan didn't take it to heart; this was normal.

After waiting for a while in the personnel department, Zilan didn't dare to speak. The strange pressure made her suppress her desire to ask questions.

Let Kal'tsit handle this; it's none of her business anymore.

Before long, the door to the reception room was pushed open, and four figures walked in.

Amiya was resting when Kal'tsit called her out of her room with a phone call.

As the leader of Rhodes Island, he had to step forward at this moment.

"Hello, I am Amiya, the leader of Rhodes Island."

Standing in front of Onstan, Amiya was only surprised for a moment before she composed herself and extended her hand to shake hands with Onstan.

Amiya didn't seem to be affected by Onstanchite's aura like Zilan did; she remained calm.

Onstan glanced curiously at the little guy in front of him.

He seemed quite calm.

Not bad.

Onstan reached out and took Amiya's small hand, touching it gently without applying any force.

"My name is Onstan, and I am a wandering knight."

As soon as Onstan finished saying his name, he felt a burning gaze directed at him.