Ark Undead

"Let's go grab something to eat and buy some extra water. Do you want to come along?"

Doberman asked, "Doberman doesn't die."

The immortal shook his head.

"You may go."

...

On the other side, the Iberian coast.

The area was littered with rocks and strewn with corpses.

The monster that emerged from the sea was chopped and crushed before the white-haired bounty hunter.

Her superhuman physical abilities, combined with her extensive combat experience, mean that even enemies many times her size cannot truly harm her in the slightest.

Skadi returned to Iberia not because of the call of her homeland, but because she encountered a companion who should have died.

It's just a few dozen meters to the side of Skadi.

As the waves surged, lines formed by the seawater appeared in the area where the long spear had been drawn, as if it had torn everything apart.

The delicate liquid transformed into a sharp blade, piercing the enemy beside her.

The two were dressed completely differently, but at this moment, their figures dancing on the shore seemed like dancers from afar, singing and responding to each other.

Their shared combat techniques allowed them to recognize each other the moment they met.

With just one glance, Skadi saw her quickly flee the scene and disappear into the distance.

So Skadi gave chase, passing through dense jungles, bustling cities, and even the desert was covered with their footprints.

Finally, guided by that person, Skadi followed her back to the gates of their homeland.

On the Iberian coast.

The same white hair and scarlet pupils.

Compared to Skadi, this tall woman exuded a more cold and cruel aura.

Her name is Goredia, an old acquaintance of Skadi, and a wanderer from the same hometown.

Skadi didn't understand why Greta had brought her here.

However, the bounty hunters were already prepared.

They were prepared to kill their comrades.

As fewer and fewer sea creatures emerged from the sea, Skadi's sword dance gradually slowed down.

The two men stopped moving simultaneously as the swords came to a halt.

Long-handled weapons and greatswords with similar decorations and patterns were all pointed at the other person standing on the shore.

If the deep-sea hunters are about to return to their homeland, there must be a clear-headed wanderer who will turn the knife on his own companions.

This is destiny, and this is the end.

However, they both understood that the other party was not included in this category.

Why run?

Why chase after it?

The two spoke at the same time, asking almost the same question.

The tall woman named Goredia glanced indifferently at the greatsword in Skadi's hand, and frowned slightly.

I sensed a familiar aura emanating from Skadi.

"Have you seen the Golden Knight?"

"?" Skadi tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. She struggled to turn her mind, still reeling from the carnage of battle, before finally remembering the giant over three meters tall on Rhodes Island.

"Mr. Onstan?"

"..."

Goredia paused, lowered the spear she had been pointing at Skadi, and stared at Skadi for a long while.

As if she had confirmed something, Goredia lowered her cold eyes slightly, then turned and headed towards the land.

"If you're looking for a way to save people, don't waste your time following me. Go to Minos; perhaps you'll find the answer there."

Where are you going?

Skadi then asked.

Skadi had never imagined that she would have companions besides Specter.

She was both a burden and a comfort.

But Goredia doesn't seem to intend to continue getting close to Skadi.

Without giving a response, the tall deep-sea hunter disappeared from the shore in a few runs and leaps.

The smell of Hai Si's blood, mixed with the damp sea breeze, filled Skadi's nostrils.

She slung the greatsword back on her back and stared intently in the direction where Greta had disappeared.

Keep Minos's name in your heart.

330. Calling

The journey to Minos was very peaceful throughout.

After leaving the rest stops, the group would rest along the way, either sleeping in the vehicle or setting up tents outside on clear nights.

The Undead would collect some dry branches nearby every night, bring them back, pile them up, and light them into a bonfire outside the vehicle.

To be honest, it was supposed to be Nightblade and Dobermann taking turns keeping watch. But ever since the Undead lit the campfire, the two of them have occasionally slacked off.

It's not that they're lazy people, it's just that the atmosphere around the Undead is too peaceful.

When he lights the campfire and night falls, the crackling of the flames burning dry branches, along with his steady breathing, always makes one feel particularly sleepy.

This view has become something everyone looks forward to at night.

Every night, many reserve team members would ask the Undead to go with him to collect branches, and then return to watch the Undead insert the Spiral Sword into the campfire, where flames would ignite from the blade and eventually spread throughout the entire sword.

This also made the weather better, something all the operators looked forward to every day.

If I wake up to bright sunshine in the morning, I'll look forward to the day continuing to be like that until night.

If you wake up in the morning and find the weather turning cloudy or even starting to rain, you'll hope that after traveling for a while, you'll be able to get away from the clouds.

Because in this way, at night, one would see the man lighting a campfire and sitting silently by it.

Regardless, there is always a flame representing light in the night, and its quiet burning brings everyone a great sense of security.

The man sitting by the fire always responded to everyone with silence.

He neither spoke nor wanted to be the center of attention. Therefore, everyone deliberately avoided the topic of immortals.

Only when the questions in my heart can no longer be hidden will I cautiously come over and say a few words.

Some people have asked about immortals: is it some kind of magical ritual? Or does it have some kind of hypnotic effect?

The Undead Man stated that this was merely a habit of his and had no special effect.

Even Kroos, sensing this familiar atmosphere, quieted down, returning to the way she was when she first started her journey from Kjerag with the Undead.

Melanie was supposed to be the happiest person on the trip. But surprisingly, she was always very quiet, just like her teacher, and didn't talk much.

It seems that Melantha hasn't been sleeping well lately, and Katie often finds her face wet when she wakes up in the morning.

Katie asked her if she had a nightmare, but Melantha didn't say much, just shook her head and told Katie she was fine.

Since Melantha didn't want to talk about it, Katie didn't press her for details, but simply spent more time by Melantha's side.

However, even when the two of them were watching a downloaded TV series together, Melanie seemed a little dazed, which made Katie feel that something was unusual.

Even though Melanie doesn't sleep well, she doesn't miss her daily exercise routine.

When the vehicle stops, night falls, and the campfire is lit, Melantha will take out her straight knife and brandish her weapon by the fire.

This is very similar to the scene when the two first met.

The undead sat by the campfire, listening to Melantha swing her sword behind him. If her strength faltered, the undead would sense Melantha's weakness in her voice and correct her.

But now, Melantha has almost etched the act of wielding a knife into her body; muscle memory allows her to maintain considerable power and beauty in every strike.

The immortal never corrected her again.

He had taught Melantha almost everything he could; the rest was up to Melantha to find her own path and discover her own fighting style in actual combat.

Only at this moment could Melantha cast aside all distractions and immerse herself completely in the straight knife in her hand.

He tried to sense the "Originium Arts" hidden in the straight sword by the undead.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Melantha tried, the flames could only ignite sparks and could not adhere to the blade.

The Undead also told Melantha that this was not a simple matter, and that igniting it would be extremely difficult.

Melanie was not discouraged; she simply repeated the movement again and again, imprinting it into her very being.

Time flies.

Three weeks passed in the blink of an eye. The vehicle circled the Victorian border, then took a different road and headed straight for Minos.

Their destination wasn't Victoria, after all. Therefore, there was no need for them to stay in Victoria any longer.

That night, Melanie couldn't sleep no matter what she tried, and she didn't know why.

Because her health has never been good since childhood, Melanie pays special attention to her physical condition.

I've experienced this before: not being able to sleep and having nightmares every day.

This occurred after the Undead left Victoria, during the period when Melantha had just become an Infected.

But that was a consequence of being frightened and nearly losing too much blood.

Today, Melanie has a more resilient body than the average person, and nothing unpleasant has happened recently.

Melantha couldn't understand why the closer she got to Minos, the more severe her nightmare symptoms became.