Ark Undead

"not yet."

As the Undead spoke, he crouched down and picked up the enemy's dagger that had fallen to the ground.

Zofia cautiously surveyed her surroundings again, but there was indeed no one there. She asked in confusion.

"It's not over yet? Where is that person? Out there...!"

Before Zofia could finish speaking, a sharp sound rang out.

The dagger flew from the undead's hand, accompanied by a mournful whistling sound, like a streak of light, flying towards the street outside the alley.

Ding!

The dagger sank into the wall, and a drop of blood flowed down the blade, dripping from the bottom of the hilt.

The figure holding the heavy crossbow touched the wound on the side of his face, glanced down at the bloodstains on his hand, and then looked up at the undead deep in the alley.

He ultimately chose to retreat, putting away his heavy crossbow, turning around and pushing open the door to leave.

From the start to the end of the battle, he didn't manage to fire a single arrow.

The rapid deaths of his companions made his wait seem like a joke; in less than half a minute of fighting, some were dead and others had retreated.

His finger remained on the trigger for half a minute.

Even though the gray knight's back lingered in his scope for several seconds, he still didn't pull the trigger.

Because he wasn't confident of hitting the bullseye.

The opponent clearly sensed my position and issued a warning after that last strike.

Even though I left quickly, the chill in my heart still lingered.

The target is not someone I can provoke alone.

Every movement was solid and effective, and every sword strike was precise and deadly.

He's no ordinary knight; he's clearly an old monster who's survived over a decade of life-or-death battles.

But how did that little girl manage to monitor such a knight for a full two weeks?

He couldn't figure it out.

Unable to sense the other's presence, the Undead withdrew his gaze and sheathed his longsword.

"It's gone."

"The immortal said."

"..."

Zofia stood there stunned for a long time.

How did he see that clearly?!

It's so dark, do you have cat eyes?!

"Well, it looks like we've really messed with some troublesome guys."

Zofia shrugged, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"No wonder you let Maria train on her own during this time. I imagine this kind of thing will keep happening before the Special Championship ends, right?"

The immortal nodded.

"If they are not afraid of death."

Tonight's attack could be described as a premeditated murder, yet the news of the survivors' return has only been circulating for a few hours since the competition ended.

The speed at which these business alliances have formed is undeniably rapid.

However, judging from their performance just now, these assassins from the Unarmored Alliance do not dare to openly make a move in the residential area.

Otherwise, it won't just be the Undead and Zofia who are in danger next time.

"Excuse me."

The immortal turned around and apologized to Zofia.

Even if Zofia can handle it, it's still wrong to involve her.

Zofia shook her head generously, saying that this was something the undead couldn't control anyway.

"It's alright. You're Maria's teacher, so it's only right that I help. Besides, you're the main target; I just happened to be near you and got caught up in it. But you're in trouble."

"Fortunately."

People who don't die don't think it's a big deal.

That's terrible.

"In short, try not to be alone during this period, and don't stay away from crowds."

As Zofia spoke, she took out her keys from her bag.

She instinctively walked towards her car, but when she turned around, she realized that her car had been smashed to pieces.

"so."

The voice of the immortal echoed eerily from behind at just the right moment.

"How do we go back?"

"..."

Zofia sighed and rubbed her temples.

Life is tough, life is tough.

She really liked that car.

45. Under the Sun

"Maria! Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

"Here she comes! Don't rush me, Zofia!"

Little Maria was still panting. She hurriedly dried herself off and quickly changed into the clothes that would make it easier for her to move around.

She was going to watch a very important match, and Zofia was there to take her.

Today is the teacher's last game in the qualifying stage, and after this game, the entire qualifying stage of the Kazimierz Knights Major will be completely over.

In other words, this match will determine the final rankings on the leaderboard.

The top-ranked Cavaliers will not participate in this game, as it is the last one, and they have already accumulated enough points to successfully enter the Casimir Major.

There are a total of twelve slots available for the Grand Knights and the specially invited Knights.

These specially invited knights do not need to participate in the qualifiers. The remaining twenty knights will be the top twenty in the points leaderboard after the points competition ends. This has led to many knights participating frantically in the last few days of the competition.

The competition became increasingly fierce, and among the knights, there was one particularly special figure.

Nobody wants to play on the same court as this Cavalier.

It would be fine if it were an archery competition or a speed race.

In all other games, whether it's one-on-one, two-on-two, or a points-based match, this Cavaliers will unilaterally dominate.

Even the top-ranked knights were only able to escape by sheer luck.

Any competition featuring this knight is known as the "group of death."

This knight is the Undead, who is known among knights as the "Silent Undead".

The audience and participants gradually came to understand the meaning of the code name "Undead".

No one can defeat him. No matter who or what method.

Since the last time they faced the United Army's encirclement by five knights.

When the Business League learned that the Undead had become an independent knight, they once again made a fuss about it on the field.

They attempted to disrupt the Undead's rapidly increasing points through other means.

This allowed the Undead to accumulate even more terrifying feats on the field.

for example.

During one of the qualifying rounds, the Undead severed the tendons of four knights. Then they forced the hilts of their own weapons into their mouths.

Anyone who dares to spit it out will be met with a shield bash.

The last knight instinctively uttered two words when the undead fixed their gaze on him.

"surrender!"

He was the only besieger to survive the undead.

There was one more time.

In the archery competition, the undead, who was perfectly fine, was drawing his bow and shooting at a moving target in front of him.

In this type of competition, in order to increase the entertainment value, the target is suspended by two lines, making it very difficult to hit the target quickly and continuously.

But two knights nearby secretly aimed their arrows at the undead target, further disrupting the trajectory of the undead's target.

At the same time, while deliberately shooting the undead target so that it flew left and jumped, he even showed a mocking smile to the undead.

Then?

Then the Undead used his bow and arrows to shoot the two guys' targets to the ground, the two arrows accurately severing the ropes hanging from the targets.

Then, facing his own swaying target, the Undead still managed to hit the bullseye nine times out of ten, even hitting the bullseye every time.

If that were all, then those two knights wouldn't have scored a single point in this archery competition.

But the Undead are not forgetful people; they hold grudges very well.

The next day, in the competition arranged by the Knights Association, the Undead and another independent knight teamed up under unfamiliar circumstances to participate in a two-on-two format.

The two knights opposite were the same two knights who interfered with the Undead yesterday.

The match lasted only ten seconds.

The Undead's teammate was a crossbowman knight. He fired only one bolt before the Undead had already charged in front of one of them and slammed his shield down on him.