Ark Undead

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

Unfortunately, a strange sound interrupted the man's words.

Between the two opposing groups of people, there is a blank area that connects the alleys on the left and right.

From the alleyway on the right, came the sound of rhythmic footsteps, accompanied by the harsh scraping of metal.

Alarm bells rang in the man's mind.

This area should have been cordoned off, right? Why are people still coming here?

At the entrance of the alley, a dark figure slowly walked out.

It was a tall figure shrouded in a black robe, with two objects in his hands.

After he had completely walked out, everyone could see that the man in black robes was dragging two corpses in his hands.

Two red lines of blood followed behind him, slowly flowing out from the wound that pierced his heart.

Reaching the center of the arena, the man in black threw the two corpses onto the open ground.

The man pointed at the corpse on the ground and spoke in a voice so dry it sent chills down your spine.

"Whose people are these two?"

7. Is this even human?!

"Whose people are these two?"

The black-robed man standing in the center of the field stunned the men on both sides who were about to make their move.

On Hannah's side, when she saw the black robe, she knew that Mr. Ghost hadn't been deliberately late; he must have been stopped by someone.

It was the two corpses on the ground that made Hannah wary again.

It seems that the group opposite us isn't just this many people; is this all there is?

They have completely sealed off the surrounding area.

On the other side, the long-haired man with a scar on his eye glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the black-robed man standing in the middle. He squinted his right eye, which still allowed him to see, and spoke.

"Victoria's ghost?"

The immortal remained silent; he didn't want to answer the question, and there was no need to.

"If you don't speak, I'll assume you're just making a fuss about coming here at this time of day." The man chuckled twice. "Heh heh, here to help these weak little girls?"

This man's words ignited the entire Glasgow Gang.

It's true that the leader of the Glasgow Gang is a woman. But to describe them as weak, frail women is to seriously underestimate the Glasgow Gang.

"Quiet!"

Hannah stretched out a fist and shouted again.

The gang members behind him immediately shut their mouths, falling silent. They simply stared at the man opposite them with predatory eyes, their ferocity laid bare.

Hannah knew that the Undead were now in control. Because he had arrived late, all the attention on the opposing side was now focused on the Undead, and it was up to the Undead to decide what to do.

Will they abandon this mercenary mission? Or will they decide to stand with Hannah and the others?

The Glasgow gang members present had all witnessed the fighting prowess of an immortal.

His choice will affect morale to some extent.

“I’ve heard of you, the wandering ghost from downtown Victoria. I heard you’re quite powerful and like to burn corpses in houses?” The man shrugged. “Looks like nothing special.”

In his eyes, any rumors about the lower city were nothing more than the delusions of ignorant slum dwellers due to their lack of education. The so-called wandering soul of Victoria in front of him was nothing more than a mercenary who never showed his true face.

“I’ll give you a chance. Turn around now and go back to where you came from. I won’t hold you responsible for killing two of my men.” The man gripped the iron bar tightly and tapped it twice on his hand. “Otherwise, your fate will be the same as the Glasgow gang.”

He paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth.

"I won't see the sun tomorrow."

Hannah neither spoke nor made any move.

Before Vina left, she gave her some instructions: If anything happens, ask Mr. Wandering Soul for help. If Mr. Wandering Soul also retreats, don't force your way in; let your brothers scatter and escape.

Perhaps Vina foresaw today's situation back then?

So Hannah is waiting; she's waiting for the decision of the immortals.

If no one dies and they turn and leave, then Hannah will also raise her arms and shout.

Brothers! Collapse, retreat, and run!

What about those who don't die?

He heard the man's voice, then turned around and waited for the man to finish speaking.

Only after confirming that the man had indeed finished speaking did he take out a bag that was wedged in a gap in his armor from under his black robe.

He said.

"Give me back my cake."

"?" The man's fierce expression froze; he wondered if he had misheard.

What did that Victoria ghost say again?

Perhaps thinking the man hadn't heard, the immortal repeated himself.

"Your man spilled the cake. So, you'll have to buy me another one."

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with your brain?"

The man's face showed more anger; he believed this was an insult from the Undead.

He killed two of his own men and found himself. Then, at a crucial moment of confrontation, he asked him for a cake as compensation?

But I'm serious about not letting anyone die.

The bag in his hand contained the small cakes that Melanie had given him.

It doesn't matter who the immortal decides to give the cake to, or where it sits and gets moldy.

But the man's men drew their weapons and attacked the undead, causing the paper bag to fall to the ground and spill the cake inside.

Even if it's taken back, it's not as pretty as it used to be; cream is all over the floor, and the rest of the cake is covered in dust.

Although the Undead himself had no desire to eat the cake, it was indeed a gift from his disciple.

It was also the first gift he received after waking up.

"No compensation?"

The undead carefully put the paper bag back into the gap in his armor.

It's a pity Hannah won't get to eat the little cake.

Thinking this, the Undead gripped the hilt of the katana at his waist and drew the katana that had just been stained with blood.

That rusty katana, like the undead himself, was inconspicuous and even somewhat laughable.

But the Glasgow gang members immediately became excited, and some of them, like the Undead, raised their weapons.

Even Hannah excitedly raised her brass knuckles to her chest.

The Immortals Theory.

Do you have any money on you?

He planned to use what he considered to be normal methods to demand the compensation that was rightfully his.

The man gripped the iron rod tightly and said coldly.

"I'll buy your life, or will you sell it?"

Then he took a step and rushed over.

"kill!"

The voice was crisp and sharp, filled with murderous intent. The people behind Hannah raised their weapons and charged out.

"Charge!"

Hannah shouted, and the Glasgow Gang rushed out with her.

Both sides charged towards each other simultaneously.

The immortal stared at the man and raised the katana in his hand.

When the man came in front of her, she brought the blade down heavily.

In the man's eyes, he had only instinctively raised the iron bar in his hand, trying to block the attack. But the next second, a tremendous force came from the iron bar, making him almost lose his footing.

Ding!

The rusty katana was struck down with tremendous force by the undead, leaving a mark on the iron rod, and the remaining force was transmitted to the man without any loss.

Even the iron bar was pressed down and slammed into the man's chest. He staggered back two or three steps before recovering from the impact.

The Undying Man didn't say a word, took a step forward, and delivered another simple, unadorned slash from top to bottom.

Ding!

Steel clashed, and the man, fully prepared, finally managed to block the undead's attack.

He was both shocked and furious. He was shocked because the strange man's strength was indeed excessive, and furious because he had underestimated his opponent and had been at a disadvantage in their first encounter, retreating several steps.

So the moment he blocked the undead's attack, he lunged forward, trying to close the distance between himself and the undead, so that the iron rod in his hand could strike the undead's head hard.

He pulled the iron rod that had blocked the katana over the blade and swung it fiercely toward the head of the undead.

The idea was good, but unfortunately, it didn't work.

Even after the man blocked the attack, he still chose to step forward, and the Undead had already seen through his intention to attack.

Stepping to the side with his right foot and then stepping back with his left foot, the katana in his hand naturally slashed upwards again from the lower left.

This flick caused a sharp rub against the man's waist.

Even though the blade wasn't as sharp as before, the rusty edge tore through the soft clothing in an instant. What would happen to soft skin exposed to the pitted rust?

Blood gushed out, and a huge wound was torn open on his left waist. The rust that followed completely infected the wound.