Ark Undead

Like the orange-haired woman, she was quite wary of long notes, and this wariness went beyond what was expected of normal caution.

Meanwhile, on the right shoulder of the woman wielding the giant shield, there was a bandage wrapped around her shoulder. The bandage, which was covered in dust, had now broken open due to the strenuous activity, and blood was seeping out.

Changyin immediately realized that something must have happened before they arrived.

“I am willing to cooperate, but before that, I need to verify your identities.”

Changyin pretended to hang the crossbow back on his waist, then raised his hands.

"I'm here to find someone, not to die. You can't catch me."

This is a very reasonable request.

The two women exchanged a glance, and the one holding the giant shield nodded.

"can."

“I am the commander of the second squad of the Victoria Storm Commando. You can call me Horn, that’s my code name.”

The female sergeant holding the giant shield spoke in her strong, resonant voice.

"And you? An unknown intruder."

Changyin was about to reveal his identity again.

Just as he opened his mouth, a very subtle whooshing sound came from behind him.

Changyin immediately turned around and shouted loudly.

"Boss! Don't do it!"

The moment Changyin turned around, someone was already standing beside him, with their hand on Changyin's shoulder.

The two soldiers standing on the ground finally got ready to stand guard. Their pupils contracted sharply, and their bodies stiffened.

Who is this? He's too fast; we didn't even notice him before he appeared.

"I heard what they were saying, don't worry."

Scout patted Changyin on the shoulder to help him relax.

The crossbow bolt that had been accompanied by the sound of something cutting through the air only landed on the ground about a meter in front of the horn.

"You're lucky, kid. You've just helped us find the right person."

As he spoke, Scout fell from the branch where Long Sound had been standing, just like a piece of paper that had been dropped.

Its legs landed on the muddy ground with almost no sound, like an elegant feline shaking off leaves.

"I'll answer his question for him."

"We are a reconnaissance unit belonging to Rhodes Island, and our mission is to find members of the Storm Commando."

At the same time, a dozen or so figures appeared around the two Storm Commando members present.

They either stand on tree branches or peek out from the bushes.

The unpredictable movements of the two people who were surrounded tensed up once again.

"But don't worry, we mean no harm. We just want to make friends."

Scout took a letter from his shirt.

He turned to look at the orange-haired woman.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Bagpipe? Ms. Chen Huijie, who lives far away in Dayan, asked me to bring you a letter."

As he spoke, he threw the letter in his hand at the soldier over there.

Using a special technique, the sealed letter spun and flew across a distance of nearly twenty meters between the two, landing steadily on the outer armor of the city-breaking spear.

The woman called Fengdi blinked, still not quite understanding what was happening. The name Chen Huijie awakened her past memories and made her lower her guard slightly.

She took the letter instinctively and glanced down at the cover.

"Huh? It really is her handwriting."

Scout breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the soldier in front of him was the target from the personnel file given by the doctor.

"In that case, can we find a safe place to talk?"

Scout put away his crossbow.

Faced with the pressure from the dozen or so people around them, and Scout's goodwill, the two Stormtroopers sergeants could not ignore their voices.

The bugle remained silent for a long while.

The blond, blue-eyed Victorian soldier finally nodded.

"plz follow me."

...

Meanwhile, in the lower part of Lentinium, a former slum, now a gathering place for infected people.

The slums, which were originally part of the city, have been transformed by the Kazdel sergeants who have settled in Lontinim.

Surrounded by barbed wire and various Originium devices, this place became a concentration camp for the infected in Victoria.

The infected are forced to rebuild the city's defenses destroyed by the enemy every day under the supervision of the Kazdel army and Sarkaz mercenaries.

Not everyone understood the significance of this. But they could only silently lower their heads, carry their tools, and walk into the once impregnable city wall.

The clanging and banging sounds replaced the lively conversations that were once unique to the slums.

The soldiers' urging was particularly jarring amidst the cold mechanical sounds of steam and gears turning.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

The Sarkaz mercenary, carrying a large sword on his shoulder, reached out and nudged the slightly overcrowded transport crew.

He shifted his body slightly, causing the group of transport workers behind him to stop.

The entire transport route was thus brought to a standstill for a moment.

"You fucking slack off on purpose, aren't you?"

The Sarkaz mercenary raised his right hand and slapped the transport worker who had accidentally shifted his body slightly.

The cart he was pushing couldn't help but shake.

The transport workers had no choice but to hunch over, remain silent, and quickly place their hands on the vehicle in front of them.

He limped forward, pushing the transport cart.

Seeing that the infected person did not put up a fight, the mercenary just clicked his tongue and didn't know how to do anything about it.

He had been on duty in this dark and gloomy place for two days, exhausted and full of resentment, just waiting for an outlet to vent his anger.

Unfortunately, it seems these spineless guys don't have the guts to resist him.

With a slight sneer in his heart, the mercenary gave up on continuing the fight.

He waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to catch up quickly.

Everything returned to how it had been just as it had been.

However, no one noticed that a transport vehicle had broken away from the convoy.

Proceeding along the path deliberately blocked by all the workers, the vehicle was pushed into a lift in the most secluded spot.

The whirring of the elevator gears and the steam outside completely obscured the two transport vehicles that had derailed.

A few minutes later, the elevator finally stopped operating, and outside the elevator, a dark and lightless passage opened up to him.

Suddenly, light shone through this dark alley.

"Who?"

“I am Trish.”

"come over."

After a brief exchange and verification of his identity, Trish, pushing the transport cart, was granted permission to continue.

"Why did you come down so early today?"

"The delivery person arrived early and left early. The items she delivered were very important, so she wanted us to get them delivered as soon as possible."

Trish, naturally, is the worker who communicated with Morgan and obtained Morgan's goods.

The boy who was walking with Trish curiously turned his gaze toward the transport vehicle in front of Trish.

"What could be so important? Could it be Originium?"

"How should I know? Anyway, it's a good thing. That big thing we built is still missing a core, right? I reckon it's that thing."

Tracy didn't explain to the boy, he just kept pushing forward.

Just as Morgan said, he had to act quickly.

Dim lighting shone through pipes and walls into the previously abandoned passageway.

The walls of Victoria are so complex that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them a maze.

That is why only the residents of Victoria themselves knew so many of these hidden paths.

They were a resistance group composed of the local people of Lentinium.

Victorian Resistance.

After navigating the gloomy alley, the two quickly transported the vehicle to its destination.

The enormous furnace cauldron occupied almost the entire field of vision.

Above the furnace, several large pieces of steel were suspended by chains and platforms.

Between the steel sections, there are also several small steel channels used for support and energy transfer.

Under the action of gears and steam, the final acceptance inspection is underway.

Around the furnace, workers were forging other huge blocks of steel, hammer blow after hammer blow.

It's not hard to see that they are building some kind of steel behemoth for war.

Accompanying Tracy were deliverymen who came from several other entrances.

They pushed the transport cart and arrived at the control panel next to the furnace pot almost simultaneously.