Ark Undead

But in the blink of an eye, his figure had already disappeared into the darkness, leaving only his voice faintly audible.

"So strong."

Sharp said calmly, still looking in the direction the attacker had left, “They were very fast and their strength was comparable to Mon3tor. Apart from the Undead, Mr. Ornstein, and those strange Deepsea Hunters, I have never seen an individual with such power.”

"Perhaps your knowledge is too limited, Mon3tor. At least in this camp, there is Lord Carmen who can be compared to him."

Although Kal'tsit was speaking, her gaze unconsciously shifted to the side, looking towards the square.

Where exactly was the attacker looking?

Who else entered the camp?

"Sharp, go get some men and search the camp. That guy just mentioned there was another uninvited guest...!"

Before Kal'tsit could finish speaking, a sharp sound suddenly rang out from the other end of the square.

Then came a series of soft, tinkling sounds.

Kal'tsit and Sharp quickly ran to the plaza, to a distance where they could clearly see the scene.

They could clearly see that right downstairs in the Rhode Island rest area, a person was getting up from the ground, and one or two panes of glass in the second-floor window were teetering on the verge of falling.

"Wait, isn't that Mr. Undying's room?"

Sharp frowned.

"Someone attacked Mr. Undying?"

The figure who had just gotten up from the ground gripped his long-handled weapon tightly. Even through the heavy rain, he could clearly hear Sharp's voice when he spoke.

The initial desire to continue the attack vanished instantly. The attacker put away his weapon, slung it behind his back, and ran towards the camp exit.

Kal'tsit didn't answer Sharp; she just stared intently at the figure standing by the second-floor window.

Slender and elegant, her long hair, hanging down from her head, was tinged with gold by the light of the campfire behind her.

That's not an immortal person.

"Ms. Kal'tsit? Don't worry, he didn't do anything, the Undead are fine now. However, I think you need to prepare to face some impending dangers."

The figure standing by the window spoke, her tone still as gentle as ever towards Kal'tsit.

“There is another group of Sea Beings on their way to the camp. I learned this from this attacker. His background is strange. I will tell you the details after we deal with that wave of Sea Beings.”

"I see."

Kal'tsit composed herself and then spoke hastily.

"Sharp, go and inform everyone who is still awake to prepare for the impact of Haisi."

Kal'tsit could only respond with a sound of agreement, the question she wanted to ask stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

For example, why does the Fire Mage possess the strength to repel attackers?

Who is this attacker, and why would he go directly to find the Undead?

These questions were swallowed by Kal'tsit as she turned away from the fire spirit.

The Fire Maiden returned to the campfire, reached her hand into the flames, and straightened the slightly crooked spiral sword.

Then he sat down, gently leaned against the immortal, and closed his eyes to rest.

410. Stay alert

Just as the unidentified attacker had said, within half an hour, a large number of sea creatures revealed themselves in the rainy night, following the same route used in the previous attack.

Having crossed the small hill of corpses of their kind and trampled the charred remains soaked by the rain, these sea creatures revealed their ferocious fangs in the dim light of the camp.

The rain poured down, and a shrill warning cry rang out from the camp as all the mobilized Iberian Defense Forces lined up in formation in front of the camp.

This time, the number of Hai Si attacking was not large; compared to the last time, it could be described as only a small group.

Kal'tsit's command and Sharp's rapid communication accelerated the assembly of the National Defense Forces, allowing everyone to react before Hai Si even approached the camp.

But on such a rainy day, or such a dark and gloomy night, the only way to see the situation on the battlefield was by the light inside the camp and the faint glow emitted by some equipment enhanced with Originium.

Such battles are, in some ways, even more dangerous.

The lanterns held by some of the judges served as guides at the forefront of the defense line.

Wherever the lights are, that's the front line, and the line formed by those lights is the bottom line that no one is allowed to back down from.

In the dim and sparse light, countless viscous bodily fluids and warm blood spread across the ground with the heavy rain.

Kal'tsit observed the battlefield from her watchtower. After waiting a few minutes, she arranged for Mon3tor to also go to the front lines, using the flames from his mouth to light the way for the soldiers.

She was initially worried that Hai Si might attack the camp.

But now it seems that Haisi's intelligence does not support them making such a decision.

Haisi is like an unintelligent creature that can only obey individual commands.

They will attack any humans they encounter; there is no possibility of a single sea creature breaking through the defenses.

In other words, there is no turning back in this battle.

There is no Carmen, and no most of Rhodes Island's elite operators.

These Iberian defense troops, led by several judges, held firm against Haizi's advance.

For a full hour, apart from the roars of battle, there wasn't a single cowardly scream.

Similarly, there was not a single deserter.

While directing her soldiers to reinforce the defensive line, Kal'tsit also organized the movement of troops.

She served as the highest commander of Rhodes Island for three years. Even though her battlefield command skills were not as exceptionally brilliant as the Doctor's.

But it still belongs to the first-class category.

This is why Carmen felt comfortable entrusting this power to Kal'tsit.

When the battle came to an end, Kal'tsit also stepped down from the watchtower.

Facing Sharp, covered in slime and blood, and surrounded by several judges, Kal'tsit spoke solemnly.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

Mon3tor let out a low growl, transforming into a shadow and merging into the darkness behind Kal'tsit.

"Based on the severity of the injuries, half of the staff will be rehabilitated. We are still unsure whether there will be more unexpected developments tonight, so we cannot let our guard down."

Kal'tsit's instructions were somewhat harsh.

"The remaining half of the soldiers, please begin guarding the entrances and exits of the camp in all directions. Ensure the watchtowers are functioning properly and ready to thwart the next wave of attacks at any time."

"The medical station will be open all night, and Rhodes Island's logistics staff will provide you with high-quality medical services. Anyone experiencing any abnormal conditions should immediately have the medication we previously distributed injected into their major arteries."

Kal'tsit gave several orders in succession. Only when she felt there were no immediate problems did she wave her hand and say...

"Go, and carry out the orders."

"Yes, Lady Kal'tsit!"

The judges had no objections; the decision was sound, and Carmen had told them so. While he was still unconscious, Kal'tsit's orders were his orders.

The entire camp started operating like a machine again, and the previous tranquility was gone.

Even in this slightly noisy environment, those who were asleep showed no signs of waking up.

Kal'tsit glanced at the corpse outside.

The judges began to gather people together and, as Carmen had instructed, burned all the bodies.

The fire of purification does not cease to burn because of rain; its burning medium is only related to will and filth.

Therefore, on this very night, smoke slowly drifted into the sky along with the pile of corpses that had formed yet another small mountain.

Kal'tsit stared blankly at the huge "campfire" over there, lost in thought.

Less than three hours had passed since Carmen and the others fell into a deep sleep.

So much has already happened.

The nights in Iberia are already longer than the days, and then there are dark clouds and heavy rain...

The night is still long, with no end in sight.

She stood there by the campfire for more than ten minutes, waiting until the fire had died down slightly before leaving the eaves of the watchtower.

When Kal'tsit returned to the main camp, the logistics team had already replaced the tent with a new one, and Kal'tsit's research specimens and equipment were all in good condition.

It was at this moment that Sharp, who had already cleaned his equipment, came to Kal'tsit's side.

"Lady Fire invites you to come over, Dr. Kal'tsit."

When Kal'tsit heard the name of the Fire Mage, her brows furrowed slightly.

I almost forgot, there are still some issues with the Fire Maiden that haven't been clarified.

Kal'tsit stood up from her seat and took the cloth hanging in front of the tent.

"Come here with me, Sharp. I need you to stand guard at the door and prevent anyone from eavesdropping on this conversation."

“I understand, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

...

It is located less than a kilometer from the Iberian border camp.

A dark figure stood in the bushes, surrounded by corpses and pieces of debris.

His eyes were fixed on the Iberian Allied Forces as they fought the battle, right up until the very end, when they set the pile of corpses ablaze.

In the silence, he bent down, preparing to pick up the body parts from the ground and throw them into the pile of corpses.

It must be admitted that the Iberian judges were indeed adept at dealing with such filth.

However, just as he touched the body parts, his hand gripped the anchor handle beside him again, and his head turned behind him.

"Don't be nervous, Ulpian. I'm not your enemy. Look carefully first, then remove your hand from the anchor."

A voice came from behind Ulbian, and then a figure wrapped in heavy clothing emerged from the shadows.

"Lapp?"