Ark Undead

Lapp shook his head. He searched through his memories up to this point but found no images of the immortals.

"Or let me put it another way, you're here to see me, right?"

Lapp gripped the weapon in his right hand tightly.

The undead's power was immense, exceeding Lapp's expectations. He knew he wasn't entirely confident he could fight the undead.

Although his initial thought was to see what this familiar old friend looked like.

However, after actually seeing them, the subtle pressure emanating from the undead finally made Lapp regret his decision.

He shouldn't have contacted this person; this person's appearance has introduced too many variables into Lapp's plans.

Lapp's goal wasn't to harm the Undead. But the Undead's immediate recognition of Lapp's name, exposing his identity, posed a threat to him.

We must not let the immortals know more, and we must not let them retain their lives.

Otherwise, the Iberian soldiers would never have let go of this lead.

What should I do?

Lapp's gaze shifted from the undead, gradually becoming unfocused.

Yes, I can feel your presence.

The Undead naturally noticed Lapp's little movement, and he also moved the greatsword that he had been holding behind his back to his side.

"Let me see what's going on with you."

The undead who had been watching Lapp noticed that Lapp's body had shifted slightly, and his gaze was no longer solely focused on him.

"You want to run?"

As soon as the Undead finished speaking, Lapp's body was blasted backward.

A cloud of smoke erupted beneath his feet, the dust and shadows mingling together, blurring Lapp's figure.

Under the cover of smoke and dust, Lapp himself sprinted to the side.

The Undead had no intention of killing him, but Lapp's reaction forced them to intervene and keep him alive.

Why did he run away? Did he know some secrets about Haisi?

Or is this bizarre dream something he created?

A blinding light solidified in the undead's hand. In an instant, a slender lightning spear was gripped tightly in the undead's hand and hurled at the fleeing figure!

The sharp and violent lightning grazed the blurry black figure, then flew further away along his shoulder.

Seeing that he had missed Lapp, the Undead immediately drew his sword and gave chase.

Lap only had time to feel the tingling sensation that enveloped his entire body brush past him before his speed immediately decreased.

The terrifying energy contained within the lightning spear sent a shiver down Lap's spine, and the strange power within his body became increasingly agitated as a result.

He should have accelerated further at this point. But this lightning spear threw Lapp's thoughts into disarray.

It was something very familiar! So familiar that Lapp almost blurted out the name of the spell.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word.

The words that had just been swirling in his head vanished without a trace, completely elusive to him.

In that instant of thought, a terrifying heat emanated from behind.

Lapp instinctively turned around and held the scythe in front of him, and then a tremendous force slammed into his body along the blade.

boom!

A loud crash sent Lapp flying backward more than ten meters until his feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground before he regained his footing.

As soon as Lapp regained his footing, a simple, unadorned greatsword slashed down on his head with immense force.

The undead's body spun in mid-air, and the greatsword, under the combined force of inertia and gravity, was about to cleave Lapp in two.

Lapp's reaction wasn't slow either. He pushed off with his left foot, and his body moved out like a ghost, circling around the fallen body of the undead and getting out from the side.

The greatsword crashed to the ground, and at the same time, Lapp's scythe was already slashing towards the undead.

The undead lowered his body again, the sharp blade grazing along his shoulder armor.

Lap missed his first strike, and without thinking, he took another step forward. The scythe he was holding extended out of his hand by the action of a mechanism, popping out along the mark of the previous slash and becoming a long scythe.

The scythe danced in Lap's hands, then swiftly slashed out like a ghost along the side towards the still-undead.

The sharp blade tip blocked the undead's blind spot, piercing him from an angle from which he could not dodge.

The Undead could only kick the blade, while he dodged to the side, avoiding the scythe strike.

With his hands braced against the ground, he pounced on Lapp like a giant wolf, his right hand slashing a wide mark with his greatsword, blocking Lapp's path to dodge to the left or right.

Lap could only jump backward while using the scythe in his hand to defend himself.

But his defensive method wasn't simply dodging; instead, he gripped the bottom of the scythe with one hand. As he retreated, he used the power generated by his arm and entire waist to simultaneously slash horizontally towards the undead's head.

The weapons in their hands formed an odd parallel line in the air, with the scythe above and the greatsword below.

The blade of the scythe grazed the blade of the greatsword, the immense friction between the steel creating sparks and a deafening, ringing sound.

But the Undead's blade only grazed past Lapp's chest, and the scythe in Lapp's hand also missed the Undead's head.

Finally, after the two landed simultaneously, the Undead took two steps forward, his left hand lightly clenched into a fist, containing a roar of lightning and fire.

In the time it took to take a step, a thick thunder spear solidified in his hand.

Facing Lap, who was only two or three meters away and preparing to launch another attack, the Undead didn't hesitate and directly slammed the lightning spear in his hand into the ground.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning seemed to descend from the dark clouds in the sky, falling to the ground along with the lightning pillar from which the Undead had pierced.

In a breathtaking display of lightning, a massive pillar of lightning merged with the ground.

A dense current surged along the surrounding ground, and the air was filled with a tingling electric spark.

Miracle (Lightning Pillar)

This bolt of lightning disrupted Lapp's original offensive plan, forcing him to retreat again. He quickly put away his scythe, and the mechanism turned, returning it to its original scythe-slicing state.

Because he had already seen it, the undead after the lightning pillar was smashed did not stop there, but took two more steps forward and gripped the sword hilt with both hands.

Flames instantly climbed up the sword and slashed horizontally towards Lapp, directly hitting his blade.

Lapp instinctively pulled the blade back in front of him, but was once again sent flying by the force. He almost lost his balance in the air, crashing through two drooping tree branches before finally landing on the ground.

He gripped the ground with his fingers, barely managing to slow his backward movement.

The burning sensation from the blade almost made Lapp lose his grip on the scythe.

In just this one exchange, Lapp's arm began to tremble slightly.

This was a force level he could barely withstand. And his weapon didn't allow him to fight that person with pure brute force.

What's going on?! This power is completely beyond the limits of the human race!

If his weapon hadn't been of high quality, it would probably have been damaged after those two strikes.

Fortunately, no gaps have been left in the weapons.

With his mind set on escaping the undead's pursuit as soon as possible, Lapp had no intention of engaging the undead in a prolonged battle.

After regaining his footing, he turned around again and began to move nimbly through the mountains and forests.

The direction he was heading was a road far from the sea.

Lapp will not let the Undead find his two "partners".

Those were guys he carefully selected to achieve his goals; he couldn't let the undead ruin things.

The immortal didn't hesitate to take two more steps and chase after them.

He wanted to see what Lapp had become.

Thus began a dangerous chase between the two in the mountains and forests.

Lapp blocked the Undead's path with various obstacles, while the Undead destroyed everything in their way and continued to close in on Lapp.

Several times, the Undead's blade had already grazed the hem of Lapp's clothes, but he still managed to quickly create distance.

As the darkness gradually gave way to some light, the two finally broke out of the jungle.

What comes into view is the sheer number of sea creatures that cover the entire wilderness.

These sea creatures were blankly surging towards the distant camp.

The Undead, however, saw Lapp plunge into the waves of Hai Si without looking back.

The Undead originally intended to pursue them further. However, the Sea Kings on both sides immediately became alert upon noticing the Undead approaching.

Their tentacles were ready to pounce, but the fear lurking deep within was ignited by the undead's flaming blades.

Their steps paused slightly here, and then Lap's figure completely disappeared into the sea of ​​sea creatures, impossible to catch again.

What's puzzling is why Lapp, who charged into the sea creatures, wasn't attacked by them.

Even the immortals saw that Lapp's hand was on Haisi's body, but Haisi did not react at all.

The Undead realized that Lapp might really be connected to dreams.

However, now is not the time to directly clash with this group of sea creatures.

He has already met the person and knows who he is.

The immortals inevitably developed a slight interest in that so-called dream.

Perhaps he can find the answer in that dream.

Without further hesitation, the flames dissipated from the sword, the undead hung the greatsword back behind him, turned and walked into the jungle, following another path back to the camp.

Meanwhile, the camp, which began operating immediately after the undead left, is now ready to go.

With Carmen and Kal'tsit making preparations simultaneously, the sergeants and Rhodes Island operators donned their gear and prepared for the approaching Sea King army.

According to the scouts ahead, the distance between Hai Si's army and them was less than ten kilometers.

Contact could occur at any time.

It was at this crucial moment that the deep-sea hunters who had left the camp returned.