Ark Undead

Standing in front of the control panel was the head of the entire resistance organization's underground manufacturing group.

“Victor! Everything’s here.”

One of the deliverymen took off his hat, revealing his face, which was covered in burns.

"What is this thing? Why is it so heavy?"

Another deliveryman, panting, put down the package in his hand and looked curiously at the burly man standing in front of the control panel.

The burly man shifted his gaze from the massive steel block in the air to the packages delivered by the group.

Victor picked up a package and tore a corner of the outer packaging.

Immediately, a clear yellow light shone out from the package.

Its shimmering appearance was like gold.

And this "gold" is quietly stored in a reinforced transparent container.

"These are the most important materials for our core components."

Viktor rarely smiled; he had been looking forward to this for who knows how long.

"Pure Originium".

477. The Holy Revenge

Pure Originium, although it is a type of Originium, can be made to remove unstable factors from Originium through special techniques, leaving only pure Originium energy to provide energy to various instruments and even staves in an extremely stable way.

Rhodes Island's Originium extraction method is one such method. It extracts the violent humanity from the original Originium, filters it, leaves the pure soul, and then compresses it. Once it reaches a certain level, it can solidify under the influence of the world barrier and maintain a stable form.

Rhodes Island also possesses the technology to reduce and activate filtered, irritable human nature. The product of this technology is the Human Nature Solution, which is the emergency sanity booster that the Doctor uses for emergency drinking.

Each country, and even each power, has its own method for extracting Originium energy, though the methods may differ slightly.

The pure Originium produced by each method is mostly similar, since the principles are the same.

For the resistance forces composed of civilians hiding beneath Londinium, pure Originium is generally not of any use.

However, the purest Originium is the product of the highest level of refining technology; even normal Originium would not have such pure and concentrated energy.

Therefore, ordinary tools do not require pure Originium; they only need Originium that has been properly refined to function.

This energy product has certain limitations; only products with sufficient power and precision requirements need to be powered by pure Originium.

However, what tools do these rebels have that they need to use to drive it?

The person in charge put down the source stones in his hand and put the cloth that was used to cover the outside back on.

"First, find a safe place to store these things. Although they are almost impossible to explode on their own under normal conditions, we still need to be careful."

The assistant next to him stretched his shoulders to indicate that he understood.

"In a couple of days, once all the power drives for each part are built, we will immediately begin assembly. We will ensure that Originium is used in every part."

The person in charge clapped his hands.

"Alright, everyone has worked hard. Let's go home now so as not to arouse suspicion."

The deliverymen responded in unison, then pushed their respective partners back through the various hidden passages.

They had to return to their unit before their comrades finished work. Otherwise, if the sergeants in Kazdel found out, they would inevitably get a beating.

They had been living like this for almost two months, and now that they looked back, they had gotten used to it.

Only the person in charge remained, overseeing the final cleanup work.

He needed to turn off the power after everyone left to ensure that no gear was running.

Although this place is underground in Londinium, it's still quite close to the city's fortifications. If any movement is detected, all our efforts will be in vain.

Another hour or so passed, and the construction work for the day was almost finished.

While telling his colleagues to leave, the person in charge checked the nearby electrical system and mechanical gears for any problems.

Just as the person in charge pulled down the lever to turn off all the power, his hand froze on the lever.

Now, most of the workers have left, and only a few are still inspecting today's work.

But behind him, there was someone standing at the very back of the console, watching him.

The person in charge could feel his gaze.

"Distinguished guest?"

The person in charge took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous.

It's kind of funny, but before he became the person in charge of manufacturing this machine, he was just an ordinary warehouse manager. He was only chosen by everyone because he had some construction experience and was familiar with everything here.

Now, an unidentified person was standing right behind him, and his heart was pounding.

"It's after get off work hours now. If you need anything..."

Although he maintained a considerable degree of politeness and familiarity in his words, the person in charge had already reached into his chest.

He keeps a small knife hidden here, which he will only use as a last resort.

"I don't have any needs."

It was a deliberately lowered voice, so low that it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying.

The moment the unidentified person spoke, the person in charge turned around, drew his knife, and was about to pull out the small knife from his pocket to launch the first attack.

He could tell that the voice was unfamiliar; he had never heard it before.

However, his body froze as he turned around.

A hand pressed against his chest, holding down his right hand as he was about to draw his sword, and pushing the blade back completely.

The person in charge felt a chill run through his body, and his last ability to resist was nipped in the bud.

We can't let this person ruin all our hard work over the past few months!

“You may have some misunderstanding, but I am not a spy for Kazdel.”

The unidentified person spoke softly, not wanting to disturb others, and whispered in the person in charge's ear.

"You don't have to pull out the weapon hidden in your chest, after all, I have no ill intentions. Besides, to put it bluntly..."

The unidentified person used his left hand to lift a corner of his coat.

An extremely long and thin knife hung at his waist.

The scabbard was tilted, almost dragging on the ground.

"You can't beat me, you don't even have the slightest ability to fight back. Why can't we sit down and talk things over?"

After a brief standoff with the unidentified person, the person in charge finally understood his predicament.

Fortunately, this unidentified person did not seem to be from Kazdel's side, and there seemed to be room for conversation.

"Ok."

The person in charge released his right hand from the knife. As the person in charge relaxed, the unidentified person also released his hand from the person's chest.

"So who are you, how did you find this place, and what is your purpose?"

The person in charge sat down on a box next to him, pondering in his mind while sizing up the unidentified person in front of him.

He covered his body with a coat, but a very long knife was tucked into his waistband.

"You have many questions, and I will answer them one by one. Please wait patiently."

The latecomer, just like the person in charge, found a box to sit on, and his equipment made a slight creaking sound.

“I came down with your deliveryman. The royalist strategist from Aslan didn’t seem to care about my presence; she must have been notified long ago.”

"As for why I came here, it is of course to see if there are still people who want to resist in Lentinium, which has been almost reduced to ruins."

The latecomer looked up, his chin peeking out slightly from under his hood.

"The result is good. Although I can't figure out what you're doing, it seems you do have your own plans."

The person in charge was slightly taken aback.

"Are you from outside?"

"You can say it that way, but I think it's better to put it another way."

The man with the knife reached out and pulled off his hood, revealing his face.

“I almost thought you were dead, Sass. I’m so glad to see you again.”

The face hidden under the hood was an ordinary one, like that of a worker you might see anywhere in the city.

His weathered face and his ridiculously large hands outlined the main features of this man.

As he took off his hood, his voice returned to normal.

"Red?!"

The person in charge, referred to as Sass, widened his eyes.

"Didn't you fucking say you were going home to visit family? What are you doing here? And...and you also..."

Sass couldn't help but look at Red's waist.

"Good heavens, this big sword of yours isn't just for showing off, is it? I didn't know you..."

"It's a long story, Sass, but I did go back to visit my family. I'm just back now."

As he spoke, the knife-wielding man, known as Red, jumped down from the wooden crate and extended his palm to Sass in front of him.

Sass, feeling both happy and bewildered, reached out and shook hands with Sass, the two bumping their chests together.

"So what are you back for this time? Aren't you a Sarkaz? Victoria is full of Sarkaz mercenaries capturing infected people now, you can't stay here."

Soon, Sass began to worry about Red.

Reid arrived in Victoria a year ago.

Following the Chernobog incident, Reid appeared in Victoria as an ordinary infected worker.

He was quiet by nature, but warm-hearted, and many people living in the downtown area knew him.

A few months ago, Reid said he was going back to visit relatives and would be back soon.