Ark Undead

"You're being too impulsive! How could you do this at such a crucial moment..."

That was the trap set by the business alliance. Now the Undead are fine, Zofia is fine, but the Undead have killed their entire force.

Gravel intended to rebuke the Undead, but the Undead interrupted her.

"They want to kill me."

The immortal's tone remained unchanged.

So, they died.

He was stating something that was perfectly ordinary.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth; those who bleed will bleed in return.

Li knew this was true, but at this critical juncture, it wasn't just a simple matter of killing and being killed.

"The master saved you from several assassination attempts, but now... sigh."

She sighed, her voice filled with regret. Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws; they had underestimated the Business Alliance's resolve against the Undead.

"My master told me to tell you that before the news reports it and before the Business Alliance establishes connections with the Knights' Association, you'd better leave tonight. Otherwise, you'll be in danger once the time is up!"

"..."

The despicable will never reap the rewards they seek to steal, for heroes never fear hardship!

The immortals remained silent.

He made his choice the moment he took action.

53. A promise is a promise that must not be broken.

After the Undead saw Gravel off, Zofia and Maria rushed to Martin's Bar. They only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Undead.

However, the two immediately smelled a strong stench of blood and saw Martin's distressed expression beside them.

After the Undead used his less-than-fluent language skills to tell the two what he had done that afternoon, Zofia's brows furrowed immediately.

“The female knight is right, Mr. Undead. You should leave Kazimierz immediately.”

Zofia's tone carried a hint of worry and helplessness.

"While the actions of the business alliance are indeed infuriating, you didn't have concrete evidence, and you even committed murder. Regardless of whether what you did was right or wrong, it gave the business alliance an excuse."

She took a deep breath and said heavily.

"You killed people, and not just one, but a group of them."

The Undead was somewhat puzzled, he said.

"They not only wanted to kill me. They actually were trying to kill me. Why can't I fight back?"

"This is not an era where you can solve problems just by thinking about them, Mr. Undying."

After spending time together, Zofia realized that this powerful knight, who seemed to have stepped out of a story, also had the same personality as the characters in the stories: quick to avenge wrongs and simple-minded.

"Beyond your own actions, there are rules and laws."

Zofia said.

“I’m not saying what you did was wrong, but in the eyes of the law, you are wrong. Because you killed someone, you have no reason to disregard the law.”

Zofia spoke to the Undead one last time.

"So let's go now. We'll get you out of here together, before the Business Alliance and the Knights' Association turn against us..."

"Whose rules?"

"Immortal asked in confusion."

"Business alliances, controlling rules. Can they also be rules?"

Zofia naturally knew what the Undead were trying to express.

“I know you’re strong, Mr. Undead. But you can’t be strong enough to go against a country, can you? The Commercial Alliance controls most of Kazimierz. Apart from the Knights’ Guild, which still has some noble old knights who haven’t been corrupted, the rest of the country has long been controlled by the Commercial Alliance.”

"So, the whole of Kazimir is like this?"

The immortal suddenly spoke, and then asked in confusion.

"Is that how it is? Profits come first, and evildoers go unpunished?"

Zofia remained silent.

She didn't want to admit it, but that's how Kazimir is now. If anyone hinders the business alliance from gaining profits, they will eliminate that person completely.

Just as Zofia was about to explain to the undead, the door to Martin's Bar was pushed open.

“Here, money is justice, and you are hindering the development of the entire Kazimierz region. Because you have prevented the Knights’ Tournament from circulating enough money, in their eyes you are the one who is evil.”

Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to the bar's entrance.

Over there, a knight clad entirely in dark red armor entered. He removed his helmet, bowed to the undead, and spoke.

"I originally came to have a chat with tomorrow's opponent, but I didn't expect to hear something incredible. It seems I've come at the wrong time?"

"..."

Maria looked at the knight over there, feeling as if she had seen him somewhere before.

After a two-second silence, Maria suddenly realized what was going on and said.

"Are you Bloodthorn?"

Martin and Zofia's gazes toward the newcomer simultaneously turned less friendly.

At this crucial juncture, the Undead's future adversary has come here to find him. Even if it's just for a chat, things are definitely not that simple.

"it's me."

Bloodthorn readily admitted that the seemingly young man had a pale face, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time and was malnourished.

Coupled with the title "Bloodthorn," he looks like a vampire from a story.

His deep purple pupils also seemed to foreshadow his identity.

"Are you a Sarkaz?"

Zofia stared at Bloodthorn's eyes and ears and asked.

"Blood Demon?"

“Whipblade Zofia is indeed discerning. As you said, I am a Sarkaz, an Infected, a Blood Demon.”

The Bloodthorn in front of him shrugged.

"What, are you going to kick me out because of my identity?"

"Zofia, he meant no harm."

The Undead turned around and pressed down on Zofia, who was about to move beside him. He looked at the Sarkaz knight in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Their fighting spirit is high."

"Hey."

Bloodthorn chuckled, and his previously somewhat frivolous smile quickly transformed into one of fervent fighting spirit.

"Yes, Mr. Undead. I want to fight you."

"Why not wait until tomorrow?"

"The immortal asked."

"Tomorrow, it's the final between you and me."

"I came to check on things because you might be leaving tonight."

Bloodthorn walked in, pulled up a stool next to the Undead, and sat down.

"You know, I'm most vulnerable to the blood of a strong person like you. That day I was backstage, waiting for the next match, and I saw your blood."

He waved his hand and continued.

"Although I am a blood demon, I will never obtain blood through dishonest means. To me, only the blood obtained after battle is worth tasting. And you are the one with the highest value."

He stared intently at the undead in front of him.

"To be honest, I'm afraid you'll run away."

The Immortals Theory.

"I won't run away."

"The Knights' Association has received reports about the business alliance. Logically, someone should have come to detain you long ago. But someone has helped you withstand the pressure."

Bloodthorn looked at the Undead with curiosity.

"That person should have already sent someone to contact you. Why aren't you leaving? Do you want to face the pressure from both the Business Alliance and the Knights' Arena?"

The Undead glanced at Zofia beside him, then at Bloodthorn.

"I want to participate in the finals."

"Is honor more important than life?" Bloodthorn asked.

"It has nothing to do with honor."

The immortal shook his head.

"It concerns a promise."

Bloodthorn glanced curiously at Zofia beside the Undead, and Maria beside Zofia.

Maria seemed to be frightened by Bloodthorn's gaze. She took a step back and hid behind Zofia.

She was simply frightened by the Bloodthorn's appearance; it really looked like a vampire!

"Well, I thought it was some boring knightly honor again. It seems you had a different idea than I did."

He leaned back, stood up, and came to the Undead, staring at the Undead's blood-stained helmet.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the undead's helmet, trying to see the face beneath.

"It's truly fascinating, the immortals."