Ark Undead

"Boss! There are people outside! They look like Victoria soldiers!"

"Quickly, have someone activate Londinium's city wall defense system and point those cannons outwards! Let these Victorians taste the power of city cannons!"

"No! Boss, the city wall defense system has been cut off!"

"Then fucking get someone to fix it right now!!"

This conversation took place behind the Kingslayer, through a gate, she could hear the mercenaries who were heading there to inspect the city gates.

However, after a few screams, silence returned outside the door once again.

The kingslayer continued to gaze down at the city walls, at the lights gradually being lit in the bushes, and at the glow of the steam-powered machinery.

The door behind her was pushed open, and Broken Bones walked in.

"I blew up the surveillance room by the main gate. The stuff W gave us was really good."

He held the grenade launcher in his hand, looking at the silent kingslayer.

What does it feel like?

Shattered Bones approached the Kingslayer and together they looked down at the Victorian soldiers below.

The regicide kept her mouth tightly shut, but white mist still seeped out from both sides of the mask.

After several seconds of silence, she slowly spoke.

"I can't put it into words... It seems like only now have I truly done something that a so-called rebel should do... Cough!"

The white mist was stirred up, and the regicide, hunched over, coughed violently twice.

Shattered Bones turned his head and reached out to support the king-killer's shoulder.

The kingslayer reached out to block the bone-crushing arm, and shook her head.

Then he took out the medicine bottle from his shirt pocket, glanced at the words on it, and then shook out two pills, pulled down his mask, and threw them into his mouth.

Those were pills that Kal'tsit Frostnova gave her. They were the latest inhibitors produced by Rhodes Island, and their effectiveness was many times greater than the one from Lungmen.

The woman she once considered her enemy is now standing by her side, doing what a true rebel should do.

"When I get back, I must find an opportunity to ask her about what happened back then."

As the Kingslayer thought this, she pressed the mask back onto her face, and once again, countless white wisps of smoke emerged from her organs mutated by Oripathy.

This smoke can block most of the Originium's detection capabilities. For the Sarkaz, who pride themselves on their Originium Arts, it is a true trump card.

Since it's the right thing to do, let it be an experience you can be proud of, rather than something you regret later.

The Kingslayer and the Bone Shatterer reviewed their plan again. The two left the control room, smashed the switch at the door, and locked the door completely. Then, taking advantage of the chaos on the city wall, they left.

Now, amidst the chaos in the lower city, Victoria's soldiers have taken advantage of the confusion to enter the city.

The mercenary patrol system, which had just been disrupted by the Infected Shields, was still paralyzed, and the cannons on the city walls were also being interfered with by the circuits. The only ones they could rely on were the Sarkaz mercenaries who had been temporarily assembled, and the Kazdel regular army scattered in various Infected settlements.

The real army was gathered in the upper city, unaware of what had happened in the lower city.

The command groups comprised of these mercenaries are undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

W, who was originally assigned by Theresis to become the leader of the mercenaries, betrayed them and killed more than a dozen mercenary leaders with bombs during the meeting. He then calmly left under the cover of a Sarkaz who could use crystal magic.

Meanwhile, the remaining second-in-commands of these mercenary groups were gathered at the command post. The newly elected commander, now in charge, took over the communicator and prepared to personally lead the mercenaries to regroup and resist the invasion of the Victoria regular army, buying time for the arrival of the Kazdel regular army.

But as soon as they left the command room, they saw a figure standing under the lights.

"Sarkaz?! What are you still doing here! Go and get those damned Victorians out of here!"

Unable to contain their anger, someone yelled at the person.

Sarkaz, standing under the lights, didn't react much.

He simply placed his hands on his sides at his waist and gripped the handle of the knife.

"You are all among the best of the Sarkaz mercenaries, aren't you?"

The warlike Blood Demon gently pulled the blade from its sheath, and the blade, formed from countless drops of blood, spiraled upwards along with the steel.

He raised his head, his scarlet eyes gleaming with unparalleled longing.

"Let me taste the flavor of your blood!"

487. Red Blade & Giant Beast's Low Roar

Bloodthorn has never changed.

He remains the gladiator who would risk his life for the fight.

Even his competitive experiences did not diminish his desire for true strength and combat.

He is a blood demon of the Sarkaz race, and he is also an anomaly among blood demons.

His thirst for blood was transformed into a burning passion for battle through his immense willpower.

That's why he used Originium Arts to wash away the bloodstains on the Undead in front of everyone, yearning for a fair fight with the strong.

That was also the moment of his transformation and sublimation.

The infected, on whom high hopes were placed, broke free from the shackles of the powerful and, in that battle, clarified what they truly desired in their hearts.

After that, he traveled around and left his mark in Ursus, Lungmen, and Minos.

He also fought against the undead several times, verifying the combat skills he had learned and constantly refining his fighting style.

Even now, Kal'tsit has to admit that this Blood Demon has far surpassed his past self.

He was a pure warrior, and also a rebel who could feel the pain of the infected.

Therefore, he accepted Frostnova's call to action. Entering Londinium as an infected individual was a crucial part of the plan.

There are five clusters of infected people in the entire lower city, but only one stronghold for mercenaries.

This is where the high-ranking members of the Sarkaz mercenary group gather.

These mercenary leaders, who possess considerable combat power, are Bloodthorn's targets.

He wanted to cleanse his fighting spirit with the blood of his oppressors' own kind in order to reach a higher level of power.

No one doubted his abilities, not even himself, and he never felt lost.

He is a blood demon who has cast aside his fear of death.

In the dim light, congealed blood transforms into the sharpest blade, slicing through flesh and blood, and collecting and solidifying the unclaimed blood.

Stripped of its impurities, the blood in his hands became a work of art worthy of being remembered.

This is his supreme masterpiece, a hell of blades forged from blood.

In the silent slaughter, wails became cheers, and pleas for mercy became the most intense applause.

Crimson liquid swirled around him, tearing at his body, which was also his sturdy armor.

Not a single rebel lingered here; they merely glanced at the hellish landscape that had almost turned the white mist into a bloody fog before continuing on their way.

This is his home turf.

Bloodblade Knight of Kazimierz, Bloodthorn.

As the main force poured into Londinium, the mercenaries still defending the city walls became the last line of defense for the Kazdel mercenary group.

They were still fulfilling their duties simply because they served different masters.

They must close the opened gates and regain control of the city's defensive cannons.

This is a weapon of war that embodies the purification of Victorian technology; a single shot can obliterate countless lives.

However, the city's defensive cannons have now had their power lines cut off.

The mercenaries held the last line of defense of the city wall. Once they restored the power control of the city's defensive cannons, the large number of Iberian soldiers still outside the city could be considered dead.

"Damn it, how much longer?"

"Just two more minutes!"

The Sarkaz engineer in charge of repairing the lines shouted loudly, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he stared intently at the damaged lines, but his hands never stopped repairing them.

The other mercenaries were also invigorated upon hearing the news.

Yes, even though Londinium has been reduced to fragments by the invasion of a mysterious force, as long as they still possess their most powerful weapon, they still have a chance of victory.

But will things really go as they wish?

The entire front of the city wall was completely guarded by mercenaries, while the soldiers preparing to climb the wall were engaged in an endless war of attrition with the Sarkaz at the stairs.

Every second, several lives are crushed here, and the battle line either rises an inch or falls a foot.

In this stalemate, the Sarkaz mercenaries saw a glimmer of hope.

Just hold on for the last two minutes!

But everyone seems to have forgotten the very moment when this war was first started.

The ones who truly broke through the mercenaries' defenses were not the Iberian soldiers, but their own compatriots whom they had always looked down upon.

In their eyes, they, or their own kind, who were like trash, were the ones who had shattered their entire defenses.

bark...

The initial sounds were so faint amidst the fighting that almost no one could discern where they came from.

Like the chirping of insects, no matter how intense, it's just noise in human ears.

However, as its sound gradually grew louder, its meaning completely changed.

The wooden box, wrapped in cloth, became scorching hot. Like a volcano erupting in the deep sea, the heat traveled almost faster than sound itself.

When that vibrant crimson gleam was drawn from its sheath, no one could ignore its presence.

"You go and occupy the other settlements, leave this place to us."

The Yeti, dressed in white fur, had somehow arrived on this battlefield.

They arrived amidst wind and snow, and the hands that patted the soldiers' shoulders were so cold that they instantly cooled the soldiers' burning fighting spirit.

Reason returned to the high ground, and the squad commander glanced at the enormous yeti.

"Listen to them. The First Legion squad that captured the city walls, now turn around and head to the Third Settlement to support the rebels there."