Ark Undead

Here, in this endless battle.

Before the flames reignite, the darkness and gloom will also plunder the vessel that holds the fire.

The heroic spirits, having given everything, eagerly awaited the future that the woman would depict for them at the start of this endless journey.

The destined hero will eventually arrive in his world, igniting the flames of darkness, which will once again burn within the royal weapon.

I won't be late, and I'll have no regrets.

This time, the war will come to an end in his hands.

Based on that gift from the future.

They firmly believed it.

378. Harbor 14,000

The undead who entered the Relic Labyrinth with Skadi and the others were naturally not teleported to some strange place to fight like Skadi and the others.

As the Undead entered the fog gate, his vision was enveloped in endless white light.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a room made of smooth steel and dazzling lights.

Inside the room, a huge long table almost filled the entire space.

More than a dozen people dressed in research suits sat around a long table, seemingly discussing something.

The Undead frowned. He tried to take two steps forward, but found that his body was completely out of his control.

But when his gaze shifts as his head moves, the immortal can perceive it from the reactions of his body, realizing that this is his own body.

Before the Undead could figure out what was going on, he heard himself speak.

"If we want to fight our way from the Great Yan Dynasty all the way to the sea, how long do you think it will take us?"

While he was speaking, everyone else listened quietly, as if he were the center of the meeting.

Back then, people didn't speak like we do now; their tone and speaking speed were just like normal people.

"The message left to us by the prophet is that we should lay down the first anchor point on the seashore to establish the benchmark for the construction of the underwater city."

The researcher sitting directly opposite the Undead made the Undead's eyebrows twitch.

That voice sounds so familiar. Isn't it the Doctor who's always been at Rhodes Island?

"However, it might be a bit difficult to get the engineering department to keep up with you. If we don't push forward all the way, and just temporarily open a path, then the research team won't be able to cope with the surging abyssal monsters."

The researcher, whose voice sounded remarkably like the doctor's, looked up at the immortal.

"If we really want to complete this plan, it's best to take a long-term approach and not try to open up a path all at once... unless we make sacrifices."

"But I don't have enough time."

The Undead found his mouth moving again, and he said.

"This time, the awakening of the First Flame was too weak. It didn't seem to think it was a good time to awaken. It just left me with enough power to deal with the current situation and then went back to sleep."

The Undead tapped his chest lightly, only then realizing that his chest was completely empty.

The warm flame that I used to feel was just an empty shell.

"Now, the border between Da Yan and Ursus, which serve as world anchors, has gradually stabilized the situation here. If we don't complete the plan soon, I'll only disappear in the rear in the end."

The Undead wasn't particularly forceful; he simply presented the facts to everyone.

"I left behind the seeds of civilization in the Great Yan, and also something powerful enough to intimidate other creatures of the abyss... well, they call it the Year Beast. I don't want things to return to their original state after I leave."

He didn't seem to place himself on a high pedestal. However, everyone in the conference room subtly revered the Undead.

Upon hearing about the Year Beast and the Great Flame, the Undead seemed to have grasped a clue.

It seems this is what the undead once experienced.

It's no wonder he couldn't take any action. After all, it's the past, an unchangeable past.

"However, in order to break through the blockade of the abyss monsters, we must take into account the issue of battle losses."

Another researcher spoke up and expressed his opinion.

When the immortal heard this voice, he was surprised again.

Is this... Kal'tsit?

Sure enough, I turned my gaze to the researchers on the other side.

Those familiar features, and that cold tone of voice—it's as if they were made from the same mold as Kal'tsit.

The immortal's mouth seemed to have just opened when the researcher, whose voice was similar to the doctor's, spoke again.

"Battle losses are acceptable."

All I heard the doctor say was...

"As long as no researchers are injured or killed, the soldiers we have trained so far will have fulfilled their purpose."

"But those are people too; you can't treat sending them to their deaths as a plan."

Kal'tsit retorted without holding back.

"They are our precious experimental subjects, warriors who are a mixture of soul and humanity. Even if they were born to be on the battlefield, we cannot treat their lives as expendable commodities."

The doctor's side remained completely unmoved.

He leaned slightly forward, his hands clasped together on the table.

“Ms. Kal'tsit, I hope you understand that our goal is not to eke out a living in such a world. Our objective is to create a scenario similar to a closed laboratory, which will allow us to avoid the erosion of the Abyss as much as possible in the future.”

"To achieve such a goal, sacrifices must be made. Those soldiers knew their mission, and they were not confused about it, but were full of fighting spirit."

Kal'tsit seems to be angry.

She leaned forward, just like the professor, against the table.

"You need to understand, those are your creations, the products of your creation. And they are tasked with the mission of merging with the Abyss for a period of time. If most of them perish in this mission, how many will be left on the final battlefield?"

“How many are left doesn’t matter, Kal’tsit. I understand your thinking, of course; you want many people to avoid having to sacrifice themselves. But…”

The doctor shook his head, though his tone was calm and gentle. But his words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

“Now, I am the military commander of the council. My mission is to achieve victory. I will accept anything as long as victory is the goal. Not to mention the lives of a group of experimental subjects, even your life and my life. If necessary, I will not hesitate to give them up.”

Kal'tsit was not persuaded, but she clearly did not want this to be their last resort.

She gritted her teeth, unsure how to retort.

Because she knew it was the right thing to do.

But she looked at the children, at the child created by combining all the biological characteristics that had been present so far.

She couldn't bear to do it.

Even though she was just the doctor's assistant.

"The doctor is right."

The Undead interrupted their conversation, taking the Doctor's side.

"To achieve our goals, sacrifices are inevitable; this is a reality that we have had to face since my time."

The two remained silent. Since the immortals had made their decision, this was the only way.

"However, I have one request."

The immortal turned to look at the doctor.

“You must tell them the truth, without deceiving or coercing them. If anyone is unwilling to participate in this battle, you cannot force them; instead, settle them within the borders of Great Yan and Ursus. The idea of ​​dying for the future should not be a burden on the ignorant.”

The immortals were not surprised that they would say such things.

He truly believed that from the bottom of his heart. When he linked the fire, it was indeed an honorable act, but for many undead, it was nothing more than a death trap.

The gods concealed some of the truth, causing people to overlook whether they were powerful enough, which led to many tragedies.

He doesn't want to see these things happen again.

"That's true. If we can't guarantee their morale, then deception and manipulation are nothing more than underhanded tactics."

The doctor nodded and confidently agreed.

“From the beginning, I have never deceived them; I have simply presented them with the facts.”

Having received confirmation from the doctor, the Undead nodded slightly and did not discuss any further topics related to those so-called warriors.

Then came the discussion among the researchers.

The Undead's hearing seemed to have been intentionally weakened; he couldn't hear what these people were saying, but he could see that they had been communicating for a long time.

Time seemed to speed up; in the blink of an eye, before the Undead could react, he had already left the conference room.

As he walked down the corridor outside the conference room, the doctor's voice sounded behind him again.

"Lord Ash, please wait."

The immortal looked back and saw the doctor who had made the decision at the meeting.

The doctor approached the undead and slightly raised his right hand, gesturing for the undead to continue forward while he followed behind.

As the two were walking down the corridor, the doctor spoke first.

"I've found out what you asked me to do before."

"First, there's the painting you mentioned. Although our people found it, it seems to have formed a subtle connection with that region over a long period of evolution. Forcibly removing it would cause irreversible damage, so I didn't touch it."

"In the plan, it will be within the protection zone of the Agor Dome. So let's wait until after the war to make a decision."

The doctor paused for a moment, then continued.

"As for the Great Prophet... the Fire Mage, the last place she stayed was called Minos. The local people seem to worship her as a goddess and have built temples for her. Our warriors were unable to find the Fire Mage either; she seems to have fallen into an endless slumber."

The immortal remained silent for a moment, then simply nodded without saying a word.

The doctor smiled slightly as he looked at the man who couldn't die.

"Lord Ash, don't worry. The Fire Maiden must really want to see you, but she has her own considerations. She once said that the Abyss has invited her more than once, hoping that she would go to the other side. Perhaps it is for this reason that she is worried that the Abyss has something on her mind, and it is not suitable for her to appear in this final battle."

The Undead glanced at the Doctor, seemingly slightly surprised, wondering why the Doctor knew about his relationship with the Fire Mage.