Ark Undead

"Yes, I couldn't see it."

Carmen agreed, turning away from the deserted street.

"So you should take me to see what you call the answer."

Kal'tsit bowed slightly to the judge before her, a man who had remained steadfast throughout his life.

"That's how it should be."

Carmen nodded.

Kal'tsit's respect for him stemmed from his lifelong dedication to protecting Iberia, not from his loyalty to the Church.

The church has lost its proper role. In this chaotic age, only the sword and fire in their hands can protect their last escape route.

Therefore, he no longer needs to remain pedantic.

“Ms. Kal'tsit, I agree to the help and deal you offered.”

Carmen gave a positive answer, then looked at Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit came to Iberia, of course, not to chat with Carmen.

In fact, ever since Kal'tsit and Gretia made their deal, she had begun to plan her actions regarding Iberia.

He came to Iberia alone this time in order to make contact with the local military forces in Iberia.

Fortunately, she met some old acquaintances here, which saved her a lot of time.

"As for what you said about lifting the restrictions on movement, I am also willing to give those hunters some time."

Carmen rubbed the dry skin of her palms, which were as withered as an old tree.

“If they are truly hostile to their own homeland as you say, then we are not the enemy.”

This old man possessed an open-mindedness that belied his appearance.

Kal'tsit knew, of course, that this was her good fortune, but it also meant that the old man could no longer wait.

If it were the proud man of the past, he would never have entrusted these matters to others.

"For the purity and virtue of Iberia."

The old man murmured this proverb.

He has already given too much for this country.

But what was his real motive?

Is it for this land, or for the longing in one's own heart?

Kal'tsit couldn't see it clearly.

But at least, she has achieved her goal for this trip.

351. City

Saltwind City, just like its name suggests, is eroded by the salt in the sea breeze, and everything on the surface is like a pitted stone.

Even the people here seem to have had their hearts eroded by something, living in their own world as if they were having a lucid dream.

However, even in such a small coastal city, the church, which is deeply rooted in Iberia, still exists.

The Church is like a network that connects all of Iberia.

Although the flames that flow within may scorch the decaying Iberia to ashes, people still draw strength and nourishment from it.

Grétia and Ghost Shark certainly didn't come here for tourism.

Saltwind City has nothing of note worth stopping for, but it has plenty of prey worth hunting.

In particular, the person who had a large amount of Originium solution implanted in Ghost Shark's body seemed to be living peacefully here.

Ghost Shark won't be the first, but Goredia is determined to make sure she's the last.

The bloodline of the deep-sea hunters is not noble, but they are all warriors, and what they fight for is their homeland.

The hometown said it was bad, so they came and killed.

Goredia firmly believed this, and the facts proved them right: everything the deep-sea hunters did was for the home of their dreams.

The underwater city-state of Agor.

"Greteia, we've arrived."

Ghost Shark's eyes were clear as she lay in Grandia's arms, blinking.

"Put me down, I need to clear my head for a while."

"you sure?"

Despite Goredia's questions about the ghost shark, she gently put it down.

Ghost Shark exhaled a breath of stale air; she had been asleep for a long time.

In that dream, she endured the darkness until a spark lit up her vision, and from then on she was no longer alone.

"I'm sure, and I smell a familiar scent."

Ghost Shark, awakening from that chaotic state, had never been so clear-headed.

Although she would still fall into a deep sleep at any time due to the Originium solution, it was already quite good that she could at least stay asleep for a short while.

"Although Originium is a very dangerous thing."

Grandia glanced at the ghost shark, her tone cold, much like a stone sinking to the bottom of the deep sea.

“But I don’t sense any danger in you; it doesn’t seem to change anything except putting you to sleep.”

"Then perhaps you should look at the old me. Skadi caused her a lot of trouble when she was taking care of me."

Ghost Shark took a deep breath.

The sea breeze and the strong, salty smell in the air invigorated her body.

Goredia took her spear and the chainsaw carried by Ghost Shark from behind her back.

While Ghost Shark was unconscious, it was always Gretia who carried her weapons.

Goredia never doubted whether Specter would wake up; she just didn't know when.

Because she understands, she can feel.

Deep-sea hunters, bound by blood.

"Alright, next is..."

Ghost Shark took the chainsaw, and in her hand, it activated, the gears sparking from the friction of steel. She smelled a scent that shouldn't be there.

"The banquet begins."

Like Ghost Shark, Gladys also smelled the unbearable stench.

The two figures disappeared into the woods by the sea like ghosts.

They could already see the viscous bodies surging toward them; these monsters, known as the Terrorfish, seemed to have evolved carapaces.

However, this does not mean they are capable of escaping death.

The battles of the Deep Sea Hunters are like a beautiful dream.

Their dance moves resembled those of two beautiful women dancing in the center of a stage.

The weapons in their hands are their dance partners, driving their bodies to spin and move.

Even in the midst of enemy lines, he strolled leisurely.

They were even chatting.

"Speaking of which, where's Skadi? Didn't she come with you to pick me up?"

Specter is very curious about Skadi's whereabouts.

It's important to know that although she had been in a daze, she was still able to sense Skadi's presence.

Even when she went berserk, Skadi was always there to protect her. As long as she could sense Skadi's presence, she would calm down.

Even when he sometimes shows a fierce side towards Skadi, he quickly calms down.

But now, it is Gretia who takes it away, not Skadi.

Moreover, Skadi was no longer by Goredia's side.

“I didn’t let her come along.”

As Gretia spoke, she casually pierced through the two sea creatures with her long spear and threw it back into the sea.

"She has her own things to do, to go somewhere, to find answers."

"It sounds like you dumped your work on her?"

Ghost Shark didn't pant; even though her body still felt somewhat heavy, she was still trying to get used to this sluggish feeling.

"Greedia responded."

"You could say that, but we have more important things to deal with right now, don't we?"

Goredia wasn't ashamed of delegating her work to Skadi.

"Besides, there should be some of her friends over there."

"friend?"

Ghost Shark glanced at Gretia with curiosity.

"A friend on land? As far as I know, her reputation isn't good at all... except for one person."

"it's him."

"Greteia said."

“My friend, and her friend, are together. They are all in Minos, where the Immortal Tournament is about to take place, and that is what she wants.”

"You mean you're sending her to compete with that guy?"

Ghost Shark froze for a moment, almost stopping the chainsaw in her hand.