Ark Undead

A brazier and the finest firewood—these two things are enough to entertain the divine general.

Then, Yan Di sealed the letter in an envelope and handed it to Yan Di.

"Send it to the palace overnight; we must hurry."

"Yes!"

...

By the time the Undead found the Rhodes Island office in the capital, it was already night.

The capital city was quite lively during the Chinese New Year period.

Many business districts remain open, with migrant workers staying behind to celebrate the New Year with a family reunion dinner, and then continuing to work for the rest of the time.

Some families who already lived in the capital ran their own small shops, and for them, the Spring Festival and other holidays made no difference, so they continued to operate.

The streets were filled with children setting off firecrackers, and adults accompanying them.

The cheerful atmosphere left the immortals somewhat dazed.

Just a few hundred or a thousand kilometers away, so many soldiers had just died, accomplishing a great feat of mortals against the gods.

Meanwhile, in the capital, these children and ordinary people were still enjoying the New Year, eating and drinking well, and welcoming the new year.

Is this the Great Yan that the soldiers fought so desperately to protect...?

It was precisely because they died in some unknown corner, their bodies devoured by demons, that the Great Yan appeared so prosperous, aspiring to become the greatest nation in Terra.

And after them, more and more people from these peaceful lives joined them and took over their weapons.

The Undead sighed softly. Perhaps only such flames have the meaning and value of being passed down.

Regardless, the Great Flame lived up to the flame it left behind.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the Undead heard a burst of laughter.

"When the little greyhound first met me, he thought I was there to kill him, so he tried all sorts of tricks to escape. But he couldn't escape at all, and in the end, he had no choice but to submit to me with a helpless look on his face."

Nian sat with his legs crossed in the middle of a group of Rhodes Island operators.

They all looked quite young; they were probably ordinary agents who had come to Great Yan with Greyhound.

"He looks kind of cute when he's embarrassed, but he's really fierce when he fights. It's just a pity he can't beat me."

So the ordinary operators started laughing too, and the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Greyhound sat next to a Lupo operator with an embarrassed smile on his face.

What Nian said was true, but the key was that he couldn't beat her, so he could only swallow his anger and shed tears of humiliation.

Greyhound's eyes lit up when he saw the Undead walk in.

"Big brother! You're here!"

Greyhound quickly shouted, deliberately diverting everyone's attention away from Nian.

Nian clicked his tongue and had no choice but to temporarily abandon his way of finding amusement, turning his gaze in the same direction.

The immortal nodded.

"Yes."

He looked around the room but didn't see Ling.

"Where is the order?"

"Isn't she supposed to go to the palace to meet the Emperor tomorrow? Ling said she's going to prepare some gifts."

"That's what Nian answered from the side."

"Although we don't really need to send that old man anything, my sister said it's a necessary courtesy, and I think she agrees."

The immortal almost didn't react in time.

"To enter the palace and meet the emperor?"

"Yes, you haven't forgotten... Oh, sorry, I forgot, I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

Nian tapped her head; she had forgotten about it.

"That's right, the emperor wants to see you. So, are you going?"

318. Yearning for the Throne

For ordinary people, being able to meet the emperor even once is an immense honor.

But for the immortals, whether they are emperors or not makes no difference.

He was at most a landlord in the Great Yan Dynasty. If it weren't for the fact that even the immortal had many questions he wanted to ask the emperor, and that he wanted to see the emperor for himself, he wouldn't have agreed to enter the palace to meet the emperor.

This is a strange claim, but in reality, immortals do not have a sense of status.

Just like everyone calls him the King of Cinder, a hero, but he only sees himself as someone who is very good at fighting.

In his mind, status is all illusory; when it's your turn to die, there will be no time difference because of your high status.

Because he is the one who can drag many high-and-mighty people down to hell.

Whether it's Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder who ushered in the Age of Fire, or the kings of Lothric, or those revered Lords of Cinder.

One of the nicknames for the Undead is "King Hunter".

Therefore, when the Rhodes Island operators heard that the Undead were going to meet the Emperor the next day, they exclaimed in surprise.

But Greyhounds and Undead didn't react much.

"Go, why not go?"

The Undead nodded and said.

"Perfect timing, I have the same question too."

"Hmm, then you can go by yourself tomorrow."

Nian waved his hand, indicating that he had already conveyed the message.

"The old emperor didn't summon us, so we didn't bother going. Mr. Onstan, what about you?"

"I?"

Onstan shook his head; he had no intention of meeting the emperor.

"Forget it, I want to have a few more good meals before I leave Da Yan."

"Then we'll go with you. It's been a while since we've been to the capital, hey."

Nian loved having fun the most, and she was overjoyed to hear that Ongstein was going to go out for a run.

The immortal looked at the greyhound instead and asked.

Are you going?

"I?"

Greyhound was taken aback, not expecting the Undead to ask him such a question at this moment.

"I... don't need it."

Greyhound's smile was somewhat forced; he was wondering if the Undead already knew that he was working for Theresis.

But the Undead obviously didn't know, he continued.

"You're not... gathering... intelligence?"

"Huh? Oh...sigh, no need. There's no point in collecting this level of intelligence. We should take things one step at a time. I don't know when Rhodes Island will be able to truly establish itself in the Great Yan."

The greyhound realized what was happening and quickly laughed it off.

"Besides, I'll be going back to Rhodes Island with you in a couple of days. I'll leave the rest to him."

As he spoke, Greyhound patted the Lupo operator beside him before introducing him to the Undead.

"This guy is Fang, and he's always been my partner. When we came to Da Yan before, one of us was in charge of Shang Shu and the other was in charge of the capital. He was also the one who received the agents when we secretly sent them to the capital."

Fang greeted the immortal with great respect.

He had already heard about the undead's exploits and knew that this person was a fellow member of Rhodes Island, so his attitude was relatively friendly.

"Elite, operator?"

"The Undead asked curiously. Rhodes Island currently has many elite operators. It is said that in addition to the operators who are stationed at headquarters for extended periods, there is also a group of operators who are dispatched to various parts of the world to undertake stationing and feedback missions."

The role is to act as an experienced person to mentor newcomers, help them gain experience, and incidentally complete tasks such as understanding the local area and gathering intelligence.

Fang and Greyhound are experts in this field; Greyhound is an elite operator, so Fang should be as well.

as predicted.

"Yes."

Fang nodded and said.

"After leaving Kazdel, Greyhound and I came to Da Yan. At the time, we had only heard about the reforms on the island. We had just become elite operators when we were sent abroad. In the end, we just had more experience, nothing special."

Hearing Fang say this, the Undead are not to be underestimated at all.

Rhodes Island's strength lies in its elite operators, such as Blaze and Ace. They are all highly accomplished in their respective fields, and their combat capabilities are widely recognized. Fang, a veteran operator who experienced the Kazdel War, is naturally also an outstanding individual.

Even when Talulah was possessed by the black snake, Ace was able to withstand his attacks and even organize his operators to launch a counterattack. For a mortal, this is quite an achievement.

"When you return to the island, please give my regards to the professor."

Fang said with a smile.

"And Ace, and little Amiya."

The immortal nodded.

Early the next morning, the immortal was ordered to sit up from the ground.

He extinguished the flames on the fire, drew his spiral sword, and hung it on his waist.

There were already people waiting outside, waiting to take the immortal to the palace.

"It's the Grand Commander; he brought men and carriages with him."