Ark Undead

Now is a crucial time, and Melanie will absolutely not allow herself to be distracted by such trivial matters.

She patted her cheeks and took Katie's outstretched hand.

"Let's go, it's time for us to set off."

...

Rhodes Island's main fleet operators are en route to Londinium. Meanwhile, Rhodes Island, serving as the logistical base for the entire Londinium assault, is also moving towards Londinium fully loaded with supplies.

Meanwhile, inside Londinium, the Infected Shield members, who had long been prepared to lie in wait, also gathered together.

"Miss."

The boy's face was covered by a gas mask. There were fewer Originium crystals on his body than before, but the shadows of Originium crystals could still be seen on some exposed parts of his skin.

Shattered Bones raised the grenade launcher in his hand and reported to Froststar.

"The brothers are ready. Faust's phantom crossbowmen have taken up sniping positions with good visibility, just waiting for your order."

After Broken Bones reunites with his sister, although he still harbors hatred, he has to admit that the Reunion Movement in the past was indeed somewhat bizarre after learning the truth.

The members are not attached to that ideal, but to Talulah's personal will, which is inherently a distortion in an organization like Reunion.

Now that he has the opportunity to take revenge on the instigator, how could he possibly give up such an opportunity?

Regardless of any past grievances with Rhodes Island, they at least share the same goal for now.

"Hmm, where is the kingslayer?"

Frostnova stood inside the box, a staff resembling a military dagger held in her hand, calculating when the war would begin.

"Lyudmila is still resting. Our operation relies on her Originium Arts, so she needs to be in good physical condition."

For a while, Shattered Bones spent almost every day with the Kingslayer, atoning for the destruction he had caused in Lungmen in the past. The two of them had become a little closer than before.

"Although I still have some issues with Rhodes Island, the potion they provided to Lyudmila is indeed a good thing."

Suigu was pragmatic and did not try to curry favor with anyone because of this collaboration.

Frostnova wasn't in a hurry. Since Patriot was willing to entrust this responsibility to the Rhodes Island team, Bonecrusher and the others would surely be able to understand Patriot's thinking later.

In the past Reunion Movement, besides Talulah, Patriot had the most influence. However, he almost never interfered with the opinions of others. He was like a true elder, respected by everyone.

"Then let's wait for news from Red Knife's side..."

"Big Sister".

As Froststar was speaking, she saw a figure float down lightly from above their heads.

He also had an extremely long package on his back.

"The rebels are ready. They're just waiting for us to unleash the chaos so they can immediately assemble steam knights and help us breach the city walls."

It was Red who sneaked up from under the city wall.

He landed in front of Froststar and said.

"it is good."

Froststar nodded, her right hand clenching and unclenching three times to ease her inner tension.

She is no longer the Frostnova of the Reunion Movement; she carries the hopes of all members of the Infected Shield. And she herself has unknowingly embraced Rhodes Island's ideals, becoming one of their companions.

That is why the responsibility she bears is so important.

To capture Lentinium, the first step must be a matter of life and death.

At that moment, however, Broken Bones hesitated slightly.

"Big sister, is it really okay to leave the military camp to him alone?"

The person Shattered Bones was referring to was an infected person he had never seen before.

Although he was also a Sarkaz, his nonchalant attitude made it impossible for Shatterbond to find any confidence in him.

Froststar simply smiled.

"Don't worry, that's a warrior recognized by the War Knights. With him there, the army's support can be held back for at least half an hour."

"Oh?"

Shattered Bones was jolted awake when he heard the name of the War Knight.

Although it is already known that the War Knight is the same enemy who killed Mephisto's past enemy in Chernobog with a thunder spear.

But warriors always yearn for power, especially for such unattainable strength.

"Then let him have it."

As the three were chatting, Frostnova seemed to hear something through her headset.

Her expression turned serious. She pressed her earpiece, nodded slightly, and then gestured to Broken Bones and Red beside her.

Both of them became serious.

"Okay, I understand. Wait for our signal."

Froststar lowered her hand from her left ear.

Right behind her, the Yeti team, dressed in fluffy clothes, also gathered around.

Under everyone's gaze, Frostnova took a deep breath.

"Let's begin."

...

The night was quiet, and even the mercenaries from Kazdel were yawning, which was unusual for them.

For them, the period of time they spent conquering Lentinium and taking turns guarding the citizens of Lentinium was already short-handed.

As a result, their shifts became less and less frequent, and eventually they almost worked in two shifts.

Even so, these people still uphold their professional ethics and do not easily leave their posts.

Sarkaz mercenaries are professionals; they do what they're paid to do. They'd give anything except their own lives.

Such a quiet night is quite rare.

The troublemakers in Lentinium didn't cause any more trouble and chose to rest, which perhaps meant that tonight's patrol would be much more peaceful.

"ha..."

The mercenaries walking along their designated patrol route yawned; the shift work they had been doing lately had left them feeling tired.

This was inevitable, and with such a quiet atmosphere, it was bound to make one drowsy.

"After this round is over and I go back to hand over my shift, I'm going to get a good night's sleep."

The mercenary muttered something to himself.

Only when his voice completely faded away did he realize that there seemed to be two missing voices around him.

His foot immediately stopped moving, and his right hand reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Mercenary groups always patrol in groups of three, forming patrol squads in this area.

At any given time, there will be five different teams wandering around the infected settlement, and they will cross paths with each other almost every five minutes.

However, he could no longer hear his companions' footsteps.

The memory of constantly walking on the edge of a knife caused his body to react subconsciously.

The large sword at his waist was taken down, and the mercenary turned around and held it horizontally in front of him.

Ding!

Finally, a crisp sound came from the blade, and a crossbow bolt bounced off the blade and embedded itself in the muddy ground.

His keen senses saved him. However, before he could locate the source of the crossbow bolt, a piercing pain exploded in his back.

Pain gnawed at his body and mind. He still wanted to do something, but his hands and lower body seemed to have lost all feeling.

A blade was wedged between the spinal cords, severing the connection between the body parts.

Then, a second knife was inserted into the back of his neck, completely severing the communication between his brain and body.

Bright red blood flowed down the cold blade, the warm liquid seeming to rise like mist in the winter air.

A cold body pressed against his back, supporting his weight and slowly lowering him down.

Without making a sound, his life ended there.

The woman removed the blade from the corpse, wiped it clean on the mercenary, and then put the blade back in its place.

If you look up, you can see that white mist is slowly escaping from beneath her mask, which resembles a gas mask.

Before anyone knew it, the entire street was shrouded in white fog, completely blocking visibility for only a few dozen meters, making it impossible to see what was ahead.

As time goes by, this field of vision will become smaller and smaller.

The woman looked up, and a thick, clearly visible white mist flowed from her mask, spreading through the surrounding air.

She slightly pulled down her mask, took out two pills from her chest, and stuffed them into her mouth under the mask.

Suddenly, the speed at which the white mist flowed out increased dramatically. And her figure disappeared into the white mist that had spread to almost the entire street.

"The settlement patrol team is out of the question; we can move on to the next step."

...

Such bizarre weather would naturally not feel normal to most people.

But this is Lentinium.

It is a city of steam and machinery.

Londinium had long been known as the Fog City, and when this white fog first began to spread, the mercenaries, thinking of the so-called Fog City, also regarded it as a normal situation.

It wasn't until the fog grew thicker and thicker, spreading all the way to the city walls, that they realized this was definitely not ordinary weather.

"What's going on?! Why is the fog so thick in the lower city?!"

The defenders on the city wall saw this strange situation, and the scouts woke up their dozing companions.

Seeing that something was wrong, some people quickly reached out to pull on the ropes next to them, trying to spread the word about the strange occurrence to more people.

But as soon as he pulled down the rope, the alarm bell he expected did not sound.