Ark Undead

Zofia's car had just accelerated, and the cars next to her showed no intention of slowing down.

In a split second, the speeding vehicle that violated the rules crashed into the rear half of the Zofia's car.

boom!

Zofia's car swerved a full circle to the left, using the front of the car as a pivot point, before finally coming to a stop!

The sound of the tires screeching against the ground was extremely ear-piercing. Zofia gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes as she was hit, gripping the steering wheel with both hands to try to avoid crashing headfirst into it!

The other car paused briefly after hitting Maria's car, then accelerated and sped away from the scene along another road!

Zofia's car couldn't withstand such a huge impact; the entire rear door sank in and even showed signs of breaking.

Zofia herself was also hit hard by the impact, her head slamming into the glass and metal frame next to her, and she fell into a brief state of confusion.

Fortunately, the Kuranta people's bodies were strong enough. Zofia shook her head and gritted her teeth, trying to pull herself out of her daze.

Who? Who is it?

When she looked around to try and see who had hit her, the car paused briefly before accelerating and speeding away down another road!

Zofia had no time to care about the car; she was more concerned about whether the people sitting in the back were alright.

Tomorrow is the final round if no one dies; if something happens here today...

"Mr. Undying?! Are you alright...?"

Zofia glanced back at the back seat, already starting to think about what to do if no one died but was injured.

But when she looked back, there was nothing on the back seat except for broken iron bars and shards of glass.

Zofia kicked the door open with difficulty and crawled out of the inflating airbag. She circled the vehicle but still couldn't see anything.

The beautiful blonde Kuranta instinctively used both hands to push her disheveled hair back from her forehead; her mind was completely in a mess.

Where are the others?!

On the other side, inside the vehicle involved in the accident.

The driver's hands trembled uncontrollably as he gripped the steering wheel; the sword at his neck had already slashed his skin, and drops of blood flowed down the sharp blade.

"I say, you do."

The Undead's tone was lifeless, like a rotting corpse that had been sleeping underground for a long time opening its mouth.

"Go, to the place you should go."

Sweat dripped incessantly from the driver's forehead. In that instant, he still wanted to buy himself some time, to ask the Undead where he should go.

Before he could finish speaking, the blade pressed deeper, the pain relentlessly assaulting his nerves, and the driver screamed on the verge of collapse.

"Don't kill me!! Don't kill me! I didn't want to kill you, they forced me to!!"

The immortal was silent; shards of glass were still lodged in the gaps of his armor, yet his hands remained as steady as a rock.

Just as the two cars were about to collide, the Undead Man deliberately smashed open the window and jumped out of the vehicle.

What he's doing is more than just jumping out of the car.

As he jumped out of the vehicle, his right fist was already clenched and extended forward, smashing the windshield of the vehicle that caused the accident and directly hitting the front seat.

The whole process took less than a second; the undead man had already jumped from the back seat of Zofia's vehicle to another car.

Once the momentum wore off, the driver stepped on the gas again and fled the crime scene, unaware that there was another person beside him.

Until the blade pressed against his frail neck.

The survivor realized as soon as he jumped out of the vehicle that this was no ordinary accident.

This was an attack targeting him.

I thought the business alliance wouldn't be so ruthless as to take action in broad daylight, but I never expected them to have gone this far.

There's no need to ask; the panic in the perpetrator's eyes when he saw the undead man is enough to explain everything.

What happened next needs no further explanation.

The immortal knew what he was there for, and the perpetrator also knew who the immortal was, making everything simple.

"Go, to the place you should go."

The Undead repeated his words once more.

"Right now."

The vehicle involved in the accident, which had already suffered severe damage, had clearly been modified; the front of the car was deformed, yet it was still drivable.

Throughout the journey, this car consistently attracted people's attention.

Has this car just been in an accident?!

The immortal's blade remained pressed against the driver's neck.

Until the vehicle slowly came to a stop.

"We've...we've arrived."

The driver trembled as he took his hands off the steering wheel and pointed to the cold object on his neck; he dared not look at the swordsman.

"Could...could we put this thing down?"

The immortal glanced at the bungalow in front of him and asked casually.

"All of them?"

"They're all inside! They told me to come back and collect my payment after I finished this! I was contacted by them, I don't have their contact information! I really don't know anything else?!"

The driver was terrified by the blood flowing from his neck, and he didn't dare to hide anything, blurting everything out.

The immortal looked at the tightly closed doors and windows of the single-story building, and pointed to the main entrance.

"signal?"

"There was no code! They just let me come here! There was nothing! I really don't know anything!"

Tears streamed down the driver's cheeks; it was the first time he had felt death so close.

"Please! I really..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

His head fell onto the steering wheel, and tears were still streaming down his face.

When he crashed into Zofia's car, he had already lost control of his own life.

This has nothing to do with hatred; it's simply that you want to kill me.

The immortal kicked open the car door, walked to the door, stretched out his left hand, and knocked on the door.

"Wow? You came pretty fast. We just saw the news on TV."

A voice came from inside the door, and he gradually walked to the door.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, everything is here..."

The door hadn't opened yet, but the sound gradually stopped.

The Undead gripped his longsword and thrust it through the center of the door!

laugh.

How can the wooden doors of a retro-style building stop the swords of the undead?

Just like cutting tofu, the sword blade pierced into the wooden door.

"Ahhh!! Help me! Help!"

The undead twisted the hilt of his sword, drawing it out. With his unparalleled strength, a hole was spun in the wooden door, and blood flowed out of the hole as if a tap had been turned on.

The silver-white armor was stained with dark red blood. The undead raised its right foot and kicked out fiercely!

boom!

The handle of the wooden door was kicked into the ground by the undead, causing it to dent. Under the violent impact, the wooden door, along with the entire locked door frame, flew into the house!

Dust and blood splattered everywhere, and the people waiting inside the house held daggers and crossbows in their hands.

There was also a senior executive in charge of this matter here, who was originally there to witness the people involved being dealt with.

But now, his life has come to an end.

They stared in disbelief at the silent figure standing in the doorway.

Shouldn't it be the driver who was supposed to be silenced who's coming?!

How could it be him?

The immortal looked into the room.

The sword and shield knight raised the blade in his right hand, and blood flowed down the blade, staining his gauntlet red.

That night, at Martin's Tavern.

"So Mr. Undying isn't here?!"

Gravel looked at bald Martin and asked anxiously, which was inconsistent with her usual elegance and composure.

"He's not here, and he hasn't come today either."

Martin was still wiping the cups, but he was equally worried.

In the afternoon, they heard Zofia tell them that the Undead had disappeared and had been in a car accident.

After confirming that Zofia was not seriously injured, the group began to wonder where the Undead had gone.

You know, the final is tomorrow!

Just as Gravel was about to have the bald Martin contact Zofia again, the tavern door was pushed open.

Accompanied by a nauseatingly strong stench of blood, the newcomer removed the black robe that had been covering him.

Gravel's pupils contracted after she saw the undead's face clearly.

"Did you really do this?"

"it's me."

The Undead looked at Gravel, and from her tone, she understood that Gravel knew what he had done.