Ark Undead

Xi's face immediately turned pale, and even the horns on her head turned pale.

However, after sitting with the immortals for so long, Xi has developed some immunity to them.

So, with the support of the year, Xi answered with difficulty.

"I...I don't hate."

"why?"

The immortal, Jianxi, seemed to have recovered, and he pressed for more information.

"No, I didn't hit you, for so long?"

Once you establish a dialogue with an undead, there will be a second one.

The immortal's tone was normal, and Xi was able to speak normally.

“I remember it was very painful and uncomfortable at that time. But I didn’t have any negative emotions. Instead, I thought it was something that should happen.”

Xi bit her lip.

"Although it hurt a lot, I wasn't panicked at all. At that moment, I was actually quite grateful."

Once Xi said that, it seemed to make sense.

If the guardian beast of the year, known at the time, had knowingly split into fragments, then it wouldn't have caused much of an impact.

Perhaps, the beating that didn't kill was just a catalyst.

After all, there is nothing that the First Flame cannot burn, and it is really unreasonable that "Sui" survived for three days and three nights in the First Flame.

Nian and the Undead exchanged a glance, both harboring their own suspicions.

Perhaps the Undead's purpose at that time was not to beat him up, but to eliminate the Abyss's influence on Sui in this way?

Otherwise, Sui wouldn't be grateful to the immortals, right? It's impossible that Sui actually enjoys being beaten by the immortals, isn't it?

If that's the case, just how powerful must the abyss be to remain on the twelve fragments of intellect even after being burned by the Primordial Flame? Even the Primordial Flame couldn't completely expel it.

The immortal's mind suddenly became active.

Xi didn't hear the voice of the undead anymore, and she stopped talking.

However, Xi's breathing became much smoother, and her hand slowly left Nian's arm.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Nian silently moved a little to the side, giving Xi a chance to adjust on her own.

Even now, the undead still exert a strong sense of oppression on them.

But compared to the terrifying presence in my memory that made my breath feel hot just by looking at it, it has become much weaker.

Perhaps, Xi will eventually be able to escape the nightmare of the undead.

After Nian brought Xi back and settled her in, the three undead left Xi's painted world.

In reality, it has also come to night.

The three people's appearance in the museum nearly triggered the museum's alarm.

Fortunately, Nian reacted quickly and stopped the machine from operating immediately. Otherwise, they would have caused even more trouble here.

They secretly broke the lock from behind and ran out, then took the shortest route back to the main road.

So what are your plans next?

Onstan asked aloud.

"Looking for a fight? Or are you going to see your older sister?"

Nian shook his head.

She herself couldn't guarantee that she would be able to find her elder sister, so now she was taking the Undead and Ornstein with her, which was entirely a matter of luck.

“Since she has gone down the mountain, there is a very high probability that she is still in Shangshu capital. I will go and find her first, and then bring people to find you.”

I thought it through very clearly that year.

The immortals are in Shangshu; this is an excellent opportunity.

Taking advantage of opportunities and recklessly venturing out on your own is not Nian's style.

Moreover, with the immortals here, things at the Temple of the Year will be easier to handle.

Thinking of the Si Sui Terrace, Nian turned around and looked up at the silent iron can.

"Oh, by the way, I should mention something. People from Si Sui Tai might come looking for you around the next few days. If they share any information with you then, you can listen to it all."

"Si Suitai."

The immortal recited the title of the Timekeeper's Platform once and nodded to himself.

The Si Sui Terrace is also a new source of intelligence. If we can establish a connection with the Great Yan government, we might make some new discoveries.

Just when all three thought their work for the day was over...

The immortal turned his head and punched the air beside him.

Nian and Onstan reacted immediately.

The surging golden lightning and the greatsword glowing with brownish-yellow light appeared out of thin air, dispelling the malice that had quietly crept up to his side.

Looking up, I saw a wisp of dark black smoke rising from the grass beside me.

Flames instantly ignited on the Undead's fist.

He raised his left foot and stomped forward, and rolling flames spread along the road in front of him into the grass, burning everything in their path.

"I was worried about how to find these guys, and now they've delivered themselves to my doorstep?"

Nian coldly stared at the greatsword she had conjured out of thin air. Like Xi's, it was engraved with obscure and difficult-to-understand characters.

As the words glowed, flames appeared from them, instantly covering the sword.

As Nian said, she possessed the power of casting, and a portion of the power of fire.

"Unconscious, taste, very faint."

The immortal recognized the danger before him in an instant, and he charged forward without fear.

Before the black mist that was eroding the body could fully form, the undead grabbed the thing that was half-buried in the grass.

The clear flames followed the object, burning away the black mist that had been emanating from it.

The immortal pulled the thing out of the mud and then saw what it was.

It is a light-colored gourd with intricate dragon carvings on it. The gourd's waist is wrapped with two thick ropes so it can be hung around the waist.

"gourd?"

Just as the immortal was about to examine the gourd closely to see what secrets it held, he heard a voice from the side.

"Big sister's wine gourd?"

The Undead and Ornstein both turned around and looked at Nian.

Nian's expression was blank, with a hint of disbelief.

It seems she recognizes this thing.

290. Order and Wine

"What did you say?"

The immortal turned to look at Nian, having heard what Nian had just said, and wanted to confirm it again.

As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes twitched slightly, and then her eyelids lowered.

Her petite figure suddenly turned around, the greatsword in her hand raised above her head, ready to strike.

laugh!

A spear composed of clear golden lightning grazed Nian's temple and pierced the darkness before him.

White smoke appeared and disappeared amidst the golden lightning, and crackling currents flowed down the object they struck to the ground, merging with the earth.

"besides?"

Onstan shook his hands, realizing that he was still not quite used to using miracle spells without using a spear in combat.

But this doesn't mean that Onstan won't use miracles.

It's important to know that before Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder, entered the First Flame alone and passed it on, Ornstein received a considerable amount of power from Gwyn.

Furthermore, he has been with the King of Fighters from the Dragon Hunt to the present day, witnessing firsthand the birth of so many miraculous stories, not to mention that he himself is the prototype of some of these miracles. Miracles are practically effortless for him.

When she realized that the monster in front of her was lifeless, she turned to look at the undead and was about to finish what she had just said when she saw the claws raised high behind the undead.

"later!"

Before she could even shout it out, a blinding crimson light enveloped her entire eyelids.

Flames gushed from the gaps in the armor, solidifying into lava-like patterns on its surface.

The body didn't even turn around; the exploding flames pushed away all the monsters that tried to get close.

The raised claws were stained with sparks, and in the next moment they turned into a raging fire that engulfed the entire body.

When the immortals turned around and looked again, all they could see was a rotting corpse.

The Undead hung the greatsword back behind him and rubbed his right wrist.

Where did these monsters come from? How come I couldn't sense their presence just now, and suddenly they appear in front of me?

It was as if someone had opened a passage around the three immortals and delivered all these things to them.

However, compared to those creatures corrupted by demonic seeds that I saw in the sewers, these monsters in front of me were a bit weaker.

The undead strolled over to the monster that had turned into a pile of ashes, reached out and grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground, then casually crumpled them up.

"It seems...not, a body of flesh and blood."

Logically speaking, if it were truly flesh and blood affected by the abyss, the Primordial Flame would have plundered all its energy, leaving nothing but ashes. Instead, it would have turned into wisps of smoke and eventually melted into the world.

Just like Talulah, who was previously corrupted by the black serpent, when the undead killed her, they left no trace.