Ark Undead

The Undead was absolutely certain of this feeling; he was all too familiar with the feeling that everything was preordained.

If during his journey there seems to be nothing bad happening, only pleasant things, then what awaits the immortal is definitely some kind of conspiracy.

To put it bluntly, no one is kind to you for no reason. The people of Great Yan do indeed have great respect for the divine generals, and the driver's joy at having the undead sign paper and pen was genuine. But Liang Xun's purposeful actions were still somewhat obvious.

The Undying Man thought for a long time in the room, but he really couldn't think of anything on him that Liang Xun would be after.

Did he want his own armor? His own greatsword?

Such a reason doesn't make sense and is truly baffling to the immortals.

However, just as the Undead was thinking about this in his room, there was a knock on his door.

"Is the Undead here? It's me, Onstan."

The Undead arrived at the door and opened it for Onstan.

Ornstein, his massive frame crouching in the corridor, glanced into the Undead Room and saw its vast space. He breathed a sigh of relief, then knelt down, sideways, and crawled through the door of the Undead Room as if climbing a tunnel.

“I’ve been feeling really uncomfortable having people around me these past few days, so I came to chat with you.”

"Perfect timing, I also have something I want to ask you."

Ornstein and the Undead returned to the campfire and sat down.

The Undead beckoned to Onstan, signaling him to give him the firewood behind him.

Onstan grabbed a few sticks and placed them beside the campfire, letting the undead take them themselves.

The undead grabbed a piece of firewood, tore it in half, and threw it into the campfire in front of him. He then spoke.

"What do you think of this Liang Xun?"

"They're very enthusiastic. Although they seem serious and have a poker face, they're actually quite passionate about what they do."

Onstan stretched his upper body as he sat down, glanced at the Undead, and asked.

"Do you think his motives are impure?"

Don't you think so?

The Undead tore off another piece of firewood and placed it aside without throwing it in.

Onstan smiled, then simply lay on his side on the ground, propping his head up with his hand, looking quite relaxed.

"You are a divine general, right?"

"I don't know either."

The immortal thought for a moment and then slowly said.

"They all say it was me. I also think it was me. But I have no proof."

"Then you are it."

Onstan waved his hand; he couldn't be bothered to think about it that much.

"Since everyone says you're a divine general, even if you aren't, you are still a divine general. Besides, from what I know of the Great Yan Dynasty, I certainly didn't teach those thunder magic tricks. If you didn't teach them either, then is there a third person who could have survived to this day, and a miracle at that?"

Onstan continued.

"Since you are a divine general, everything you have received is within acceptable limits. I remember you told me that Wei Yanwu told you to get used to your new identity as soon as he left, right?"

"Yes."

The Undead nodded. "Oncestein is right."

However, he always felt that something was wrong.

"You just feel that the current situation is strange, and that there might be something lying in wait for you, right?"

Onstan opened his arms and said.

"But what are you worried about? Is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable? We've lived for tens of thousands of years, and we're already at this point, so why should we still live as cautiously as before?"

Seeing that the Undead did not speak, Onstan continued to speak.

"You need to recognize one fact: in the current Terra continent, we are already an extremely powerful force. Even during the Age of Fire, you were among the top fighters. The Great Yan's respectful attitude towards you has its reasons, as well as their own ulterior motives, but you don't need to care."

"They need you, not the other way around. Even if they have their own agenda, they won't really anger you or make you unhappy. Otherwise, they'd just be asking for trouble."

Onstan gave a friendly smile.

"You ended an era, you killed countless gods. Can a single kingdom stop you?"

"Think it through. You are the immortal chosen one, the one who will awaken a second time to end the world. There's no need to be so cautious, really."

The undead threw the torn firewood that was lying to the side into the campfire in front of him.

The Undead have always lived cautiously, not towards others, but towards themselves.

Terra was a new world for him, and he worked hard to find a job there, just like he had always done—to find his place.

But as he walked this far, a single sentence from Onstan made him suddenly realize something.

It seems he's become incredibly powerful?

Not only is he renowned as a war knight, but he also carries the legacy of a divine general from the past. Not to mention his direct connections with Rhodes Island, Lungmen, Kazimierz, Victoria, and many other nations; the power he represents is immense.

He knew he was powerful, but he never considered what that power would bring.

Yes, the Great Yan probably needed something from him, otherwise they wouldn't have treated him with such great hospitality.

Not to mention that Wei Yanwu arranged for Chen to be by his side; they all had their own purposes.

Upon closer examination, there are clues to be found in Liang Xun's words.

Spring hunting is a major event in the army.

Just after the Embroidered Uniform Guard reported the appearance of the immortals back to the emperor, the emperor suddenly encountered another major event and could not spare the time.

Not to mention, Wei Yanwu had also told the Undying Man that even if he were to have an audience with the Emperor, the Emperor would still need to offer him a seat immediately.

The Divine General's status should be even higher in the Great Yan Dynasty. Even the Emperor would need to arrange for an immediate audience with the Divine General.

Furthermore, Liang Xun repeatedly pushed his arrangements for the immortals back to the emperor's decree, implying that these were all the emperor's arrangements.

Liang Xun's stated reason was to fulfill his duty as a host, but when asked about the arrangements after the Undead's arrival, he said he would not interfere with any of the Undead's actions and made no arrangements for any follow-up activities.

Is this also the reason why he stayed in Shangshu and did not go to the capital?

After the Undead man shed his vigilance towards his environment, his thinking broadened considerably.

However, as expected due to human nature, the Undead need him to enlighten them on things that Ornstein is capable of realizing.

“Liang Xun, no, the main person in charge.”

The immortal suddenly realized.

"He was simply carrying out orders."

"This is just a guess. We can also interpret it as Lord Liang being hospitable by nature. So he wanted to keep you in Shangshu for a while to enjoy yourself. Just as he said, he wanted to do his best to be a good host."

Onstan sat up and shrugged.

"Is it possible that he is also a fan of War Knights?"

"You're probably overthinking it."

The Undead shook his head; he didn't think it was possible. The leader of a city-state being his fan?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems there really is a key figure in the region, even the one who controls the economic lifeline, who is a fan of the Undying...

The image of Silver Gray instantly appeared in the Undead's head.

With the appearance of this figure, the Undead's mind suddenly opened up.

Since you've been thinking about it for ages and haven't made any progress, why not ask someone for help?

Liang Xun's statement that he would not interfere with the actions of those who do not die likely carries this implication.

Since the Great Yan won't tell me what happened, I'll investigate myself and see what strange secrets the Great Yan is hiding.

"What time is it now?"

"now?"

Onstan glanced around and saw the time on the wall clock.

"Around 8:30... What's wrong? Do you need to make sure you get enough rest at that exact time?"

"No, I need to go out."

The Undead shook his head. He turned around and rummaged through the package he had been carrying for a while, taking out the work suit he had ordered in Victoria.

When Onstan saw the Undead preparing to change clothes, he immediately looked over with great interest.

"No way? You're going to change your clothes?"

"Ah."

The Undead was the first to remove his gauntlets, and then he took off his helmet.

Dry hair and slightly sunken cheeks were revealed to Onstan.

Onstan's smile vanished. He stared intently at the undead for a moment before speaking.

"Turn to a zombie form? Weren't you already burned by the Primordial Flame? The Dark Ring hasn't closed yet?"

"In pursuit of power, he awakens a second time, and once again, the Ring of Darkness is bestowed upon him."

The Undead gave a brief explanation, then put the silver half-face mask from the package on his face.

Next came the change of a complete set of armor. Ornstein consciously turned his head away, leaving the undead with some secrets.

Even without looking, he could tell that there must be a dark hole in the chest area of ​​the undead.

A short while later, the undead, having changed his clothes, carried his armor to a corner of the room and returned to the campfire.

"Don't let the campfire go out."

"Go on, go on, it won't go out!"

Onstan rubbed his hands together, took a piece of firewood from behind him, and tried to tear it in half as skillfully as an undead, but he only managed to break off a small piece of wood, which looked terrible.

The immortal glanced at it, said nothing, and pushed open the door to leave.

The Lupo pilot was guarding the door on this floor. He was looking at his terminal when he heard the Undead push the door open and come out. He immediately looked up.