Ark Undead

The armored warrior standing in the square waved to Scout, seemingly without any aggression.

Scout didn't respond at all; he simply pulled out his crossbow and the short knife behind him.

The bolts fired from the crossbow easily pierced the armor of the undead.

At the same time, the immortal's body stiffened.

The voice calling Scout again turned cold.

"You shouldn't attack this person."

"If you're going to pretend, at least make it look convincing."

Scout sneered and said.

"Mr. Undead wouldn't wave at me so amicably. When you can't be sure if someone is genuine, the best approach is to attack directly to avoid being ambushed."

With that, Scout chose to be cautious and went directly to the "undead" and began to wrestle with the fake undead using his dagger.

And the power of this fake immortal seems to be exactly the same as that of the real immortal.

Scout's dagger nearly broke after just grazing the greatsword.

So Scout stopped fighting head-on and started engaging in close combat with the Undead.

Although Scout is skilled at close-range trembling, he is still not as strong as the Undead.

Scout quickly retreated, falling far back until his back was almost against the wall.

Faced with the undead's relentless barrage of attacks, Scout, after one last defensive maneuver, chose to close his eyes and confront death.

However, before he died, Scout gripped the crossbow tightly behind him.

He has already figured out a way to break through this guy's blockade, and the next time they meet, they will have a chance to break through his blockade.

Meanwhile, on Rhodes Island in Victoria, the thrifty operators switched the lights to energy-saving mode late at night.

Today is a rest day, and everyone in the preparatory group gathered together in their room at night, turned on the projector, watched the latest episode, ate some snacks, and chatted.

Melantha naturally brought Kroos along as well.

Since the Undead left, Melantha has resumed her daily routine of raising the child alone.

However, Kroos now knows a great deal about civilized society.

She wouldn't sneak out to the cafeteria late at night to eat like she usually does.

Many Rhodes Island operators carry snacks with them. When they encounter Ceobe, they might exchange a snack for a chance to pat her head.

Kroos would certainly not refuse this.

As the Kroos becomes more civilized, it is loved by more people, making it more convenient for Melanie to take the Kroos to various events.

"Xiao Mei, I saw your new perfume at the retail store. It's a bit pricey, but it seems pretty good."

Katie chatted casually with Melantha, a potato chip still in her hand.

“I wasn’t involved in the design of that perfume, but if you’re interested, I can have my family mail you a few samples. The perfumer mentioned it to me a while ago.”

"Okay, okay, then I'll treat you to some small cakes!"

"Huh? Which one is the newest one from Andercher's store?"

"It's settled then!"

The two chatted intermittently, their eyes fixed on the movie projector.

I heard it's a movie made in Yan Country. Although it's a bit melodramatic, the fact that it's about this mysterious country of Yan Country is sure to pique people's interest.

Among all these people, only Kroos was intently munching on snacks.

Everyone knows Kroos's habits. So today, they brought double the usual amount of snacks, just in case Kroos didn't have enough to eat.

However, Kroos's movements stopped just halfway through the movie.

She slowed down her snacking, and after swallowing the last piece of meat, Kroos, who had been sitting next to Melantha, suddenly collapsed onto Melantha.

This startled Melantha.

"Little Ke? Little Ke?"

Melantha initially nudged Kroos's body gently twice, but received no response whatsoever.

Kroos loosened his grip on the snacks, and the bag containing the meat slices fell to the ground, scattering crumbs everywhere.

Kroos's breathing was even; he seemed to have truly fallen asleep.

"Is Xiao Ke asleep?"

Katie noticed Kroos's unusual behavior.

"I think...right?"

Melantha carefully examined Kroos's body. Her breathing was steady, her expression was calm, and there was no sign of the Originium on her body increasing.

"Let her sleep; she was probably too noisy during the day."

Melantha called to Katie, and the two girls carried Kroos to Melantha's small bed and covered her with a blanket.

Only then did they return to the projector and continue watching the movie with Stuart and Andreich.

Meanwhile, Kroos, who was resting on the bed behind the four, frowned slightly and smacked her lips twice.

He murmured softly.

"Not... frozen in place?"

405. Light the campfire

It wasn't just Scout who encountered the Undead; when the Undead in the dream slew Scout, the Undead itself, as a copy, became the first obstacle that most people entering the dream had to overcome.

Scout was fine, but the others who chose to enter the dream world didn't have the same combat experience as Scout.

Many non-elite operators from Rhodes Island who needed rest, as well as soldiers from Iberia who had entered the dream, encountered undead blocking their way when they were just awakened from their dreams and exploring the dream world.

Among them, only a minority can survive the test of immortality.

Operators like Logos, who quietly collected all the information about the undead and specifically designed Originium spell arrays to counter undead tactics, are relatively better.

They discovered that the immortals in their dreams were vastly different from the immortals in reality.

One of the biggest differences is that the Undead's blade no longer has flames constantly flowing on it as before.

When these operators realized this problem, the undead in front of them became even more rigid, and even the power in their hands inexplicably shrank.

Logos defeated the undead using his mysterious sorcery. Before even getting close to the undead, he immediately unleashed Originium Arts and spells, bombarding it relentlessly.

His attack template, designed using real-world immortals as the hypothetical enemy, was clearly effective against this fake.

Logos did not lose his first life to the undead.

After three attempts, Scout successfully defeated the undead using his small crossbow and dagger.

However, there are also some special individuals who did not expect to encounter the undead as enemies and therefore chose to confront the power of the undead directly.

For example, Goredia.

boom!

The greatsword slammed into the ground, turning up several centimeters of soil from the ground in the dream.

Goredia's spear, taking advantage of the moment when the undead was momentarily stunned by the downward thrust, pierced straight towards the undead's eye socket.

The tip of the spear grazed the edge of the helmet, leaving a deep dent.

Then, the Undead raised his greatsword again, took a step forward, and swung it horizontally, intending to cut Goredia in two.

However, Goredia did not use her spear to defend herself as the Undead had expected.

With a slight push of her feet, she leaped a meter into the air, and the greatsword grazed past Goredia's waist.

Meanwhile, the spear in Goredia's hand had already made contact with the undead's armor from the side.

Then, they easily tore open the seemingly hard shell on the undead.

Black liquid sprayed from the armor, flowing along the seams in front of Goredia's eyes, but the openings in the armor did not slowly heal as others did when facing the undead.

The weapon in Greta's hand seemed capable of stopping the nightmare before her from repairing this false body.

Just as the true undead believed, a warrior like Goredia would never rely on defense.

They abandoned their defenses and devoted themselves entirely to killing the enemy.

This fighting style, after countless injuries, laid the foundation for their resilient physique.

Not only with this one strike, but after landing, Goredia swiftly pressed herself against the Undead's body.

It's hard to imagine that a long spear, even longer than the greatsword in the hands of an undead, would choose to attack at close range.

With her left hand free, Goredia used her right hand to hold the undead's waist with her long spear, and then clenched her left hand into a fist, slamming it into the undead's visor.

boom!

With a dull thud, the undead's upper body arched backward, while Goredia continued to glide over the undead's body, the hilt of her spear slicing across the armor until the sharp blade tore through the undead's armor once more.

More black liquid slid out from the gaps in the armor, leaving a viscous stain on the ground, and something seemed to be gently swaying within the stain, trying to grow upwards.

Knowing she could no longer delay, Goredia launched two probing attacks and then stopped holding back.

The long spear in his hand was shrouded in visible moisture, from the handle all the way to the blade.

The moisture seemed to be swept up by the storm, gathering on the weapons. And as Goredia swung her weapons, she also collected more moisture from the surrounding air.

Every drop of water that condensed at the tip of the spear transformed into a sharp blade, which, under the command of the storm, swept towards the undead in front of it.

The undead tried to use their greatswords to defend against the attack, which resembled Originium Arts. However, Goredia maintained a delicate distance throughout.

In this place, Goredia's extended spear could easily strike the body of the undead, while the greatsword in the undead's hand could only reach the shaft of the spear.

Until the storm and moisture condensed into a sharp spiral during the final attack, which, with Goredia's swing, fiercely pierced towards the heart of the undead.

The spiral pierced through the immortal's heart, tearing his already shattered body to shreds.

Black sludge and liquid suddenly burst from the body of the undead.

Above the camp, a dark cloud slowly dispersed, revealing golden sunlight.