Ark Undead

"If you have any further questions, remember to have Chen contact me anytime. But once you leave Lungmen territory, communication will be impossible, so please keep that in mind."

"Well, I see."

The Undead nodded and looked at Chen beside him.

"When do you plan to leave?"

Chen pointed to the backpack placed in the adjacent meeting room.

"Now is fine."

"Then let's go."

The immortal looked at Wei Yanwu.

"gone."

"I apologize for not seeing you off further."

Wei Yanwu raised his hand in a gesture of respect and bowed slightly.

After Chen picked up the backpack he had prepared, went to the changing room to change into his usual clothes, glanced back at Wei Yanwu, and then jogged over to the Undead's side.

Of course, she still carried that bright red longsword with her.

Hoshiguma and Swire leaned against the window on the side of the Guard Bureau, watching Chen leave the Guard Bureau after taking off his police uniform.

Shi Huaiya's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly.

"What, shouldn't you be happier now that she's gone?"

Hoshiguma knew a little about the inside story, and she nudged Swire with her elbow.

"Who said I'm happy? I'm really annoyed because I can't defeat that pink dragon head-on."

Swire has a somewhat contradictory personality; she turned and went back to her work station as if in a huff.

"Didn't that woman ask you to recommend some people to Rhodes Island before she left? How's that going?"

Hoshiguma answered as she followed Swire's steps.

"I sent the application to Rhodes Island this morning; they should have already left by now."

"Speaking of which, where is that fish ball shop you and Fen Changlong often go to? I'm treating tonight, I want to try it out."

"I'm afraid it's not going to work. The shop owner's name is on Chen's recommended list. I'm afraid we won't be able to eat his fish balls in Longmen anymore."

"This pink sausage dragon!"

Swire's roar echoed again within the Guard Bureau, but this time there was no other voice, making it somewhat monotonous.

Watching Chen slowly walk away, Wei Yanwu's eyes showed some relief.

This incident prevented Chen from going to the core city. Although it prevented the boy from experiencing too much, it was enough to prove that Chen's temperament had become much more mature over the years.

Hopefully, by the time she returns, I can make some preparations to step down.

When the sun was high in the sky, just as the group of immortals set off from Longmen, they were in a teahouse on the outskirts of the Shu Road.

The people gathered here were martial arts heroes who had come from other places to the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom.

These wandering heroes sat in twos and threes around the teahouse, while the waiter called out, welcoming new guests to sit down and busying himself with serving them fresh tea and food.

"The commotion that has occurred in Shangshu this time is quite significant; it's likely that a great treasure has been unearthed!"

"I heard that the powerful families of Shangshu have also arranged for their private armies to blockade the area near the incident site. Are we really going to have to fight those heroes who live off military pay?"

"Why not? Natural treasures belong to the capable. Since they haven't fallen into the hands of that landlord yet, how can they be considered his? This land of Great Yan doesn't belong to just one rich man; it belongs to us ordinary people!"

As soon as this guy said that, a large group of people around him echoed and shouted in agreement.

The Great Yan Dynasty values ​​martial arts, and generations of chivalrous heroes have emerged. As a result, there are many escort agencies and sects operating within the Great Yan territory.

However, all these forces are registered. If some mountain folk were to actually form an evil sect, they would probably be wiped out by the Great Yan army the very next day.

Such treasures, which were not designated by the officials in the palace, naturally attracted the attention of martial arts heroes who, confident in their skills, also wanted to explore them.

These words are inspiring to passionate heroes, but to others they are nothing but utter nonsense.

In the corner, a beautiful woman with dragon horns and pointed ears, her white hair tied back, whose race was indistinguishable, sighed and snapped shut the folding fan that had been waving in front of her.

Her pale purple pupils narrowed slightly, and her tail swayed from side to side.

Her sexy and hot outfit accentuated her figure perfectly, but few people wanted to go and provoke her.

A woman who dares to travel alone like this must have some skill.

She looked at these arrogant and ignorant martial arts heroes with the eyes of someone looking at idiots, while idly propping her cheek up with her hand.

I've been awake for some time now, and I never expected that the demonic seed hidden beneath the earth would be seen as a sign that a rare and precious treasure is about to be born.

I wonder which unlucky bastard will be the first fool to be targeted by the demons?

While thinking about these things, the purple-eyed beauty stood up and swaggered out of the teahouse as the crowd subconsciously made way for her.

Let's go gather materials!

We need to put finding actors on the agenda as soon as possible.

written request for leave!!!

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264. Entering the Dream

The sky was black.

Raindrops, as black as ink, fell from the sky, like ink droplets entering a painting, turning the originally snow-covered earth black.

Then another colossal beast raised its head amidst the mountains and roared angrily at the gods hidden behind the sky, as if to vent its rage and repay all the humiliations of the past.

He is a traitor, a degenerate who has turned away from his own kin, identity, and status.

But only He Himself knew that, in any case, that light, that warm flame, could never be called evil.

Only in the darkness, without light or fire, does He feel a profound loneliness and sorrow that penetrates to the very core of His soul.

On His towering back, which was as high as a mountain, was a small human being, who from a distance appeared to be nothing more than a tiny black dot.

Yet, from within his hands, the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard, and beneath that giant beast lay an army of tens of thousands.

They were clad in black scale armor, wielded gleaming silver longswords, and the animal markings on their faces looked remarkably similar to those of the giant beast.

The creatures on the ground raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

Another roar erupted from the army formation, the sound spreading outwards materializing and dispersing the endless black rain.

Raising the weapon in his hand to the sky is a declaration of war against the gods high above.

The rain intensified, and flashes of blue-purple lightning appeared in the dark clouds. Then, the sky turned completely black, devoid of stars.

The sky, devoid of light and fire, enveloped the earth, intending to utterly suppress them.

But the army formation beside the giant beast did not make any move, and even the human king standing on the back of the giant beast did not make a sound.

They turned around together and looked at the towering city wall that stretched for thousands of miles.

That was the limit of human capability during the darkest of times.

It was this city wall that separated the world without fire or light from the region with faint firelight.

Right there on the city wall, scattered rockets were mounted on the giant bows held by the soldiers.

Each bow is taller than the average human height. Just to draw the bow, one must stretch both arms out to the maximum.

Even the rocket was as thick as an ordinary spear.

But these soldiers, holding their weapons, did not nock arrows. They waited quietly in place, glancing out of the corner of their eyes towards the highest point of the watchtower on the Great Wall.

boom!

As the stone bricks crumbled and the giant bow slammed into the city wall, the wall let out a mournful cry.

The warrior, clad in full armor, took a giant arrow made from the leg bone of a behemoth from his side and placed it on his giant bow.

The giant bow itself was also made from the remains of an unknown behemoth, with twisted iron wires connecting it on both sides of the bow frame.

The nameless warrior drew his bow and gazed at the sky, his legs firmly planted on the ground like pillars supporting the heavens.

Even though the bow itself was covered in cracks from the wear and tear of time, when the warrior drew the bowstring, the creaking sound was like a dragon's soft roar, stirring the blood of the warrior.

A creaking sound exploded in the ears of the surrounding warriors, and as if they had heard a command, they also placed the giant steel arrows beside them onto their bows.

The air seemed to freeze. For several seconds after the bow was drawn, everything fell silent except for the heavy breathing that seemed to come from the city wall.

Flames rose, bright flames climbing the giant bow, lingering for a fleeting moment at the very tip of the arrow.

The bowstring snapped.

hum!

The Undead opened his eyes and instinctively grabbed the greatsword beside him. Flame patterns faintly appeared on his armor, and in an instant, the greatsword would glide across the neck of any creature he sensed as hostile.

An immense and irresistible pressure, like that of a god, descended upon everyone. Their pupils constricted, and goosebumps erupted all over their bodies.

"Sir... have mercy on me!"

A timid voice rang in the Undead's ears. The Undead glanced to the side and saw an old man gripping the oar tightly, kneeling at the stern, head bowed, not daring to look into the Undead's eyes, his body trembling and at a loss.

The undead surrounded him again. Chen gripped the longsword at his waist, staring intently at the undead. Onstan also reached out and rested his hand on the spear he had placed across the boat.

"What happened?"

Onstan looked at the Undead and asked.

"..."

The Undead took a deep breath, blinked, and shook his head.

"fine."

After saying that, he released his grip on the greatsword, turned to look at the boatman at the stern, took out another roll of Lungmen coins from his armor, and threw it over.

"then."