Ark Undead

"Hey, Doctor, and Amiya too, hello there!"

The doctor nodded to him, but the doctor himself did not recognize him.

Amiya felt the name was somewhat familiar, and after thinking for a long time, she finally found a name in her memories.

"Grey... Greyhound?"

"It's a greyhound!"

The greyhound almost jumped up.

"What is Greyhound?! How can it have such a corny name? Greyhound sounds much better!"

"They're all the same."

Amiya muttered something under her breath, then smiled.

"Welcome back, Greyhound."

When Kal'tsit saw that the person had returned, she stood up from her seat and introduced him to the Doctor.

"This is Greyhound, an elite operator who has been with Rhodes Island since its inception. He was dispatched to Great Yan a few years ago for a garrison mission. Although there were some problems along the way, he has thankfully returned safely."

As soon as Kal'tsit said this, the Doctor understood what Greyhound's situation was.

It must be an old Rhodes Island member who participated in the Kazdel Wars, who has finally returned to Rhodes Island.

The greyhound also extended a paw appropriately.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

The doctor grasped the greyhound's hand.

"Hello."

To the Doctor, Greyhound was a stranger, but Greyhound definitely knew the Doctor. It's likely that Greyhound already knew about the Doctor's amnesia.

Kal'tsit aptly interrupted their small talk.

"Alright, that's enough with the polite greetings. Now for something very important."

Kal'tsit handed the organized documents to the Doctor and Amiya.

"Greyhound and the Undead discovered Regent Kazdel's scheme inside the Great Yan. Although the Undead have been dealt with, this also shows that the false king has already extended his reach, and it goes far."

The Doctor and Amiya found a place to sit down, and as they looked at the documents, Amiya's expression became increasingly serious.

Amiya didn't speak until she had finished reading the document.

"A demonic seed? This thing..."

"This is the same thing that the Undead have been chasing."

The doctor was the first to provide an answer; it seemed he had recalled some information he had forgotten.

"Moreover, since this is something left behind by demons for the Great Yan, it means it is extremely dangerous. Even this behemoth is troubled by the so-called demon seed. For ordinary people, it is even more dangerous."

"Yes."

Kal'tsit nodded in agreement.

"Greyhound has a fairly clear understanding of the combat capabilities of these things. I will have him submit a document and operational report later, detailing the intelligence related to these matters. However, the reason I need you here now is to discuss the operation against Kazdel."

At this point, Kal'tsit looked at Greyhound.

Do you think we currently have the ability to directly confront Kazdel as it is today?

The greyhound shook its head without hesitation.

"court death."

This answer was expected by the other three people present.

Greyhound continued.

"I still suggest strengthening our investigation of Kazdel. We should try to destroy its influence in other countries. That false king seems to want to spread this power to many places. Since the Great Yan has already taken action, other countries will likely suffer as well."

"The other agents also brought back information that mentioned Kazdel's preparations in other countries to varying degrees."

Kal'tsit nodded, and after thinking for a moment, she said...

"Go and rest first, familiarize yourself with Rhodes Island now, and I'll let you know if anything else comes up."

The greyhound nodded and walked straight out without any hesitation.

He left decisively, leaving the Doctor and Amiya to continue their discussion.

As soon as Greyhound closed the door, Kal'tsit spoke immediately.

"Kazdel has made a move."

...

Leaving aside the situation with the Doctor for now, after the Undead and Orstein returned to Rhodes Island...

Onstan's first action was to find someone to drink with.

He didn't need to sleep or rest for a day. He had been sitting on the ship for a long time on the way back to Rhodes Island from Da Yan, so he naturally wanted to find something to move his body.

Judging from the direction he's heading, it seems he's going to learn how to make desserts. I wonder what Blue Poison and the others will think when they see Ornstein come back.

The Undead immediately returned to their room, inserted the Spiral Sword into the groove, and lit the campfire.

When the flames are lit and burning quietly, the Undead truly feel as if they have returned to Rhodes Island.

He took the greatbow off his back and placed it against the wall along with the greatsword. The undead looked around and realized that there wasn't a speck of dust in his room.

Someone must come to clean it every day; even the firewood next to it is neatly piled up.

After sitting in the room for a while, the Undead added some firewood and then went out.

It was already after dinner, and according to the Undying Man's memories, the person he was looking for should be in the training room.

They didn't encounter many people along the way. When they saw the Undead return, the operators greeted him with smiles.

The immortals responded one by one and soon arrived outside the training room.

Sure enough, the sun had already set below the horizon, but the lights in the training room were still on.

The sound of swords slicing through the air could be heard coming from inside.

Looking through the glass of the training room door, one can see a body with graceful curves, holding a simple straight knife, engaging in daily knife practice.

Slashing and thrusting with each stroke—these were the training tasks the girl performed every day.

It wasn't that anyone wanted her to do it; it was her own requirement of herself.

Only in this way could she keep up with the teacher's pace, and she was convinced that this was the right thing to do.

After watching for a while, the Undead pushed open the door and entered.

Hearing the door open, the girl put down her straight sword and turned around curiously.

"teacher!"

The purple kitten's ears stood up instantly, and a happy smile appeared on its face.

Welcome back!

The immortal nodded slightly.

He saw the straight sword in Melantha's hand, the very weapon he had commissioned Vulcan to forge. It seemed Melantha had received the Undead's gift.

The Undead reacted calmly and asked a question.

"Is this knife easy to use?"

"It feels great."

Melantha quickly approached the Undead, and blushed slightly upon hearing his question.

"That's right...that's right, I just can't activate the Originium magic engraved on this knife."

"?" The Undead didn't understand what Melantha was talking about.

He remembered that he hadn't left anything special on the straight knife.

"What, Originium magic?"

Melantha raised her straight sword and looked at the Undead with a puzzled expression.

"This is it."

As he spoke, the Undead saw that, starting from the bottom of the blade, several golden sparks seemed to burst forth.

Then, a dazzling flame appeared on the blade. But this state lasted for less than half a second before dissipating immediately, like a lighter running out of fuel, gone in a flash.

Melanie felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and her voice was somewhat dejected.

"I'm sorry, teacher... I'm not strong enough, am I?"

The Undead fell silent.

The weapon he gave Melantha was forged from steel, the greatsword he had previously used.

In other words, steel that has been imbued with the power of the initial fire still retains some of the fire's power.

Even though it was just a remnant of power, the Undead never imagined that Melantha would be able to activate it.

That wasn't an ordinary flame; it was the embers remaining after the initial fire had burned it.

323. Wait

"Originium magic..."

The Undead took the straight sword from Melantha's hand.

The straight sword is very docile in the hands of an undead, and its weight is not too high for an undead. When he holds this straight sword, he can feel the joy emanating from the weapon.

Sure enough, it still remembered that this was its original owner.

So when the immortal gripped the hilt tightly with his five fingers, flames gradually extended from the hilt to the blade.

The flames spread extremely quickly; by the time the blade changed from being held vertically to horizontally in front of him, the entire blade was covered in flames.

The golden yellow and deep red colors complement each other, and cracks resembling lava spread across the blade, making it seem almost alive.