Ark Undead

The immortal wouldn't stop. He used the upward force to grab a small handle below the hilt with his left hand, gripped the hilt firmly with both hands, and pulled the katana back from mid-air, exerting force with his body.

Bang!

The man managed to defend himself in time, gripping the iron rod with his right hand to block the wound on his side and also to deflect the Undead's slash.

Like a tattered kite, it was swept away by the gale.

The man was sent flying by the immense force, crashing into several of his own brothers who were fighting nearby. He rolled two or three times on the ground before coming to a stop.

His head was spinning.

Is this even humanly possible?!

Hannah, who was dealing with two enemies at the same time, also saw this scene, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If the Undead had landed a solid blow on her, it wouldn't have just severed her arms.

Wouldn't that tear the entire upper body apart?

After knocking someone away with a single blow, the Undead pressed his advantage, blocking incoming weapons while grabbing an unlucky fellow to shield himself.

Despite being stopped by his men, the man struggled to his feet. The excruciating pain in his arm told him that his right hand was now useless.

Great!

I never expected that this wandering soul in front of me was incomparable to the thugs in the lower city!

However, even so...

"Warlock! Attack!"

Before the words were even finished, the group of unidentified enemies standing at the back row suddenly threw away their weapons and took out a staff about one meter long from behind them.

Hannah was stunned when she heard those words.

"Trap! Everyone get out of here!"

The enemy is no ordinary gang member! They even have sorcerers among them!

Hannah wouldn't believe it if it weren't for the involvement of people from the Upper Town!

By the time she realized this, the sorcerers had already begun casting their spells.

Energy gathered on the staff, and fireballs, ice spikes, and all sorts of Originium spells were being prepared.

But the Undead didn't care about any of that. The unfortunate gang member he was dealing with had already had his head cleaved open when he first blocked an attack for the Undead.

The perfect meat shield.

The undead charged through the enemy lines at the man who was giving the orders, using the meat shield he was holding in his left hand to block the swords and blades coming at him.

At the same time, the spells were completed, leaving the tops of the staffs and attacking the undead who had broken through the battle lines.

Cold, scorching, gale-force winds.

Didn't the Undead notice those spells?

Of course it is impossible.

He threw out the flesh shield in his hand, and the corpse blocked the first wave of Originium spells flying towards him in mid-air.

The gale blew open the Undead's black robe, and the firelight illuminated the armor beneath.

The armor, covered in dust and scratches, stood firm despite the threat of Originium magic.

The undead was like an emotionless statue, raising the katana in his right hand. As before, it was aimed at the fragile flesh and blood before him.

Step forward, then slash downwards!

8. What do you think Vina would do?

Ding!

Another crisp sound rang out.

The katana and the iron rod clashed once more. But this time, the iron rod couldn't even withstand the impact for a moment.

Instinctively raising his broken right arm, the man realized he shouldn't have done it before he was slashed to the ground by the katana.

The moment he touched the katana, his right arm drooped down, and the iron rod was knocked out of his hand by the force, crashing directly into the floor and creating a dent.

The rusty blade, after tearing through the air, pressed down on the man's shoulder, sinking deep inside.

This wasn't a fracture caused by a sharp edge; rather, it was a wound created by the friction of a blunt object's blade, which tore off large chunks of flesh and then embedded them into the bone.

Flesh and bone were squeezed together, the scapula was broken by the heavy blow, and the injured man's legs could not withstand such a huge force, his knees buckled and he crashed to the ground.

The force of the blow from the rusty, blunt blade completely overwhelmed his body and internal organs.

A mouthful of blood got stuck in the man's throat. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but he coughed it out.

"Cough! Stop! Cough cough!"

He tried to reach out and stop. But before his hand was even fully extended, it was lifted up by another hand.

The immortal reached out his left hand and grabbed the man's neck, then used his right hand to lift the katana out of the bone.

The Undead grabbed the blind man and showed him to the warlocks over there.

The gauntlet-clad left hand gripped the neck tightly, and the man struggled to reach out with his still-functioning left hand to the immortal's face, trying to get him to let him down.

"Stop! Stop!"

Someone in the warlock group shouted.

The second round of Originium spells, which were already prepared and were about to attack the Undead, could only reluctantly smash them towards the Undead when they saw their leader being controlled by the Undead.

Lightning, fire, and cold air exploded around the undead, then quickly subsided into silence.

The immortal remained motionless, like a statue weighing a thousand pounds, with only his black robes fluttering wildly in the blast of air.

The thugs in front heard the sound and immediately retreated.

The Glasgow gang members, who were preparing to flee, realized the situation was not right and immediately stopped, turning their attention to Hannah.

Hannah was naturally focused on the situation with the Undead.

Seeing that the Undead had captured the enemy leader, she immediately shouted.

"Surround them!"

The Glasgow Gang fought off the unidentified group and forced them back quite a distance, finally bringing Hannah to the side of the Undead.

"How should we handle this?" Hannah asked the Undead, handing over control of the situation to them.

"..."

The immortal thought for a moment, then raised his right hand, which was gripping the katana.

"Wait! Wait! Bro! Wait!"

Hannah was so frightened that she immediately grabbed the immortal man's right hand.

The Undead turned to look at Hannah with some confusion.

"Their identities are not simple! Killing them like this could very well bring us even bigger trouble!"

Although Hannah is a fighter, it doesn't mean she's all brawn and no brains.

Hannah had been studying with Vina and Morgan for a while. She at least had a basic understanding of the situation they were facing.

Although she didn't know which side the other side was from, it was clear they weren't thugs from the lower city. It was almost certain that the adults from the upper city had intervened.

Hannah, despite only catching a glimpse of a part of what Vina was facing, couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

All I can do is not hold Vina back.

"?" The Undead tilted his head. He didn't really understand what Hannah meant by "not simple identity".

How complicated is it?

"Is it... impressive?"

"The immortal asked, and as he spoke, he raised the katana in his right hand again."

"Stop, stop, stop! Bro, I'm begging you, please calm down!"

Hannah wasn't usually like this, and she wouldn't have said such a thing, but Mr. Ghost's reaction was really giving her a headache.

Even someone as fearless as myself would have to compromise because of Vina's situation.

But the wandering spirit didn't care; all he knew was that the person in front of him was an enemy.

"Well, he's nothing special."

Hannah racked her brains trying to figure out what it meant for the Undead to be anything but simple.

"But killing him will cause trouble; other people will come and attack us!"

That's what Hannah fears most. This person isn't the real threat. But killing the younger one and having the older one arrive is the most disgusting thing.

If she had to face it alone, Hannah would never hesitate.

But now, she represents more than just herself.

When Vina wasn't around, she represented the Glasgow Gang's stance.

It also represents, to some extent, Vina's own will.

But the immortal asked in return.

"They didn't come here to kill you, did they?"

Hannah paused for a moment.

The Undead continued.

"Don't you mean that if you don't kill them, they won't attack you?"

"and."

The immortal looked around.

Several Glasgow Gang members were already lying dead on the ground, and several of the unidentified people opposite them had also fallen. This was clearly not an ordinary brawl.

"My friend is dead."