Ark Undead

The corpse, which had been lying on the table, twitched slightly at its soft wrist.

In a moment when no one was paying attention, it raised its tentacles and suddenly stretched them out behind Goredia.

At that very moment, someone else reacted simultaneously.

The shadow behind Kal'tsit seemed to come alive, with a hint of red light hidden within it.

Goredia's hand had already reached for the hilt of the long spear behind her.

But they only managed to hear two loud bangs.

Boom!

A severed limb flew past Skadi's side and landed on the ground.

On the other side, the table where the corpse was placed was simultaneously pierced through along with the writhing flesh and wooden blocks.

The corpse, which was about to burst into flames, trembled violently at the moment it was struck, and finally returned to complete stillness.

The once elegant old man was now holding a revolver musket in his right hand, which was much larger than his entire arm.

The musket was so large that it didn't look like a normal person holding a one-handed musket.

White smoke was rising from the old, golden muzzle of the musket, and the barrel was as steady as a rock, just like the old man's body.

He brought the gun to his mouth, blew gently, and dispersed the white smoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, even inside the camp, do not let your guard down."

The old man put the hat that he had been holding to his chest back over his head.

"You know, they can come at us at any time, like waves crashing against rocks."

The immortal looked at the gun in the old man's hand.

He keenly sensed something familiar about it.

"fire?"

The fire-wielding woman beside him nodded slightly.

"Ah."

391. The Fire of Purification

Without a doubt, that's the taste of fire.

The Undead could smell fire coming from the musket in Carmen's hand.

The taste was very mixed, as if something else was mixed in with the fire, or as if the material used for burning was not pure and was interfering with the flames.

But without a doubt, that was a part of the Undead's original flame, it's just that for some reason Carmen also has a part of it.

However, there were no signs of flames burning on Carmen's body, and it was unknown how he had activated the power of the flames.

The immortals have no intention of exploring this secret here.

The musket in his hand was something the Undead had learned about before they arrived; it was based on Lateran technology and was a weapon that had gained acceptance and use in Iberia.

It appears to be a weapon born in the Dark Ages, one that can be used with only a short period of training. However, the user must possess a certain level of Originium magic ability.

Even Swire, the young lady from Lungmen, doesn't have much ability to use Originium magic. But she can connect with Originium and use that connection to communicate with drones.

This is the convenience of Originium magic, and this musket, in a sense, is more like a staff.

The Undead clearly saw that the musket, at the moment of firing, fired something that pierced through the tentacles, the wooden table, and the body. However, Carmen absorbed the entire recoil with his own body.

Such a violent force would likely break an ordinary person's arm after firing just one bullet. But the old man only trembled slightly before steadily raising the gun.

This is the Grand Inquisitor of Iberia. Even in his old age, the training he underwent and the marks of those battles still remain on his aging body.

If all the judges were equipped with such weapons, it's no wonder that Iberia possessed the ability to confront the Sea Kings head-on.

Regardless of their swordsmanship, their skill with firearms alone is enough to ensure the survival of their forces to a certain extent.

“Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Carmen.”

Although Goredia had reacted, her body was still not as fast as the musket.

The moment she saw Carmen raise her gun, Goredia stopped herself from doing so.

She knew, of course, that the still-alive Hai Si wasn't coming toward her, but rather toward her back.

She also believed that her team members would be able to react to Haisi's attack.

Therefore, she did not make a move, but instead gave Carmen the opportunity to do so.

Carmen didn't hesitate at all, using her precise and swift gun-drawing technique to cleanly and efficiently eliminate the danger, thus demonstrating her strength as the Grand Inquisitor in front of everyone.

Even among Laterano's sharpshooters, few possess shooting skills comparable to Carmen's.

So, Carmen flexed her muscles, both giving the deep-sea hunters a warning and making a statement to them.

Tell them that he won't hold grudges against Hai Si; they are all companions.

As the bullet grazed Goredia's side, he also had some thoughts.

“I accept your gratitude, Deep Sea Hunter. I understand why you came here. Until that mysterious person officially appears, I am willing to give you a considerable degree of trust.”

Carmen followed Goredia's lead and they reached a formal cooperation agreement.

"But if there is truly deception and betrayal, the sword and lantern of Iberia will not show mercy to the betrayer."

"Deep-sea hunters will not hold back either."

Grandia reached out her hand, and Carmen took it.

The shadow behind Kal'tsit subsided, her gaze softened slightly, and things were proceeding as she had predicted.

The meeting between the two parties ended in this brief and unexpected turn of events, but a stable situation was ultimately achieved.

After the brief meeting, the Rhodes Island crew and the Deepsea Hunters, led by Carmen, headed to the lounge.

The lounge was constructed in an extremely short time using Originium magic.

Although it doesn't have a particularly sturdy structure, it's not easily destroyed by heavy rain and storms.

The structure of the houses on the ground floor didn't need to be too complicated. After all, their enemy was Hai Si, and houses couldn't withstand Hai Si's attack.

"You've all had a long journey, so please get some rest. We'll proceed with the attack plan later when our second group of scouts returns."

Carmen, as the highest commander here, personally escorted everyone to the door of the lounge.

Finally, he took off his hat and bowed solemnly to the crowd.

"Thank you again for choosing to help Iberia at this crucial time."

This was not Carmen's own bow, but his expression of gratitude on behalf of all the people of Iberia and the Church of England to Rhodes Island and the Deepsea Hunters.

He dedicated his life to Iberia, and naturally deserves it.

Everyone returned the greetings, and no one remained unmoved by such gratitude.

Except for the immortals.

The pleasantries ended hastily, and under Kal'tsit's suggestive gaze, the undead walked away instead of returning to the lounge like the others.

Skadi glanced back at the Undead walking against the crowd toward Carmen, then stood still.

Her arm was grabbed by a hand.

Skadi turned around, and there stood Greta.

"Don't go over there."

"Greteia said."

"Their affairs are none of our business."

Skadi paused, and she instinctively wanted to say something, but in the end, she swallowed the words back.

Silently, she followed Greta into the lounge.

After everyone settled down in the lounge, only Kal'tsit, Carmen, the Undead, and the Fire Mage remained.

"Once again, Sir Knight of War. There were too many people earlier, and I didn't have time to reintroduce Iberia to you."

Carmen's gaze toward the Undead instantly turned serious, and her previous air of superiority vanished.

"As one of the few remaining Grand Inquisitors of the Iberian State Church, I am very fortunate to have been able to await your arrival."

The Undead was somewhat surprised; Carmen's attitude had suddenly taken a huge turn, and he was a little caught off guard.

At this moment, Kal'tsit finally spoke.

“Early Iberia had already developed a church before receiving technical support from Agor. At that time, missionaries from the Lateran church came here, bringing faith, but they were not completely assimilated. The reason lies in the hidden messages and texts of Iberia.”

Kal'tsit glanced at the Fire Mage and continued.

"But your image remains here... I don't know how to explain it. The doctor said I forgot these things, but I often wonder, should I write them down?"

It seems that Kal'tsit only understood the meaning of this after being reminded by the Doctor.

“Before leaving, the doctor told me some things, which I tried to accept, but it was difficult. However, the story he told did have some basis in reality.”

Kal'tsit looked back at the Undead and said.

“You once told me that a strange flame resides within you, which you call the First Flame.”

"The prototype of the flame worshipped by the Iberian State Church is called the First Fire. The faith and development of the Iberian State Church are closely related to the study of the First Fire."

"In other words, if what you say is true, then you are now a saint of the Iberian Church, and even the Grand Inquisitor must submit to you."

Kal'tsit's words elevated the undead's status by several levels, causing the undead to blink before finally understanding what Kal'tsit had said.

"Sure enough, my feeling was right."

The Undead looked at Carmen in front of him.

Carmen pressed her hat to her chest, maintaining a respectful demeanor towards the undead. It was hard to imagine that the once proud old woman would have such a hunched figure.

"Your musket has the smell of fire."

This may sound strange, but all four parties involved understood what it meant.

"Yes."