Ark Undead

Katie, Ansel.

After becoming official operators, the members of the A1 reserve team were almost entirely wiped out within just two years, due to the frantic pace of over a hundred missions.

Katie visited Melantha once more before her final mission.

At that moment, Katie forced herself to open her eyes, which she hadn't slept for ten days, and smiled at Melantha with her usual expression.

After this mission is over, she'll definitely be able to rest for a while. Then she'll definitely get Andrcher and Stewart together to make a huge cake for Melantha.

Two days later, a pre-recorded farewell message was sent to Melanie's communicator.

The Infected Shield parted ways with Rhodes Island, unable to accept the Doctor's tyrannical rule and his inhuman, machine-like way of thinking.

However, it must be admitted that it was the seemingly demonic Doctor who extended Kal'tsit's five years to ten.

The Doctor's true evil nature was revealed. From that moment on, no one ever heard the Doctor laugh again.

What was hidden beneath that hood was never seen by anyone again.

After Kal'tsit came Ornstein.

This god-like hero, who has lived since the beginning of the Age of Fire, sat down before Melantha with a somewhat relieved expression.

In his words, since King Gwyn, countless undead heroes have continued the First Flame, and now it is finally his turn.

Although this was not the ending he had envisioned, it was still hundreds of times better than dying in some obscure corner.

Melantha's hand, gripping the straight knife, turned pale, then was stained crimson with the blood of the gods, a striking and alluring red.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the abyss is no longer like it was at the end of the Age of Fire, just beginning to spread into the world.

Terra is like a giant isolation chamber, which is submerged in the Abyss Sea.

Everyone knew that this prolonged existence would eventually come to an end.

But they don't want to face that day.

So, after Onstan left, Melantha became the final executioner for those who did not want to live in such an apocalyptic world.

No one ever calculated it, and the days just passed by.

Until the mountains were stained black, the sky also lost its luster.

Melantha wielded her straight sword day after day, slaying monsters that craved the First Flame and turning those who had lost their will to live into firewood.

She didn't want to be an inheritor of any flame.

But this was the work his teacher had not completed. As his disciple, Melanie silently became the next him.

Until that day, the badge given to me by my teacher once again radiated a familiar warmth.

Melantha's eyes finally regained some luster.

As the initial flame waned, time and space lost their original order.

That once headstrong world finally heard the echoes from the past.

Just as it has appeared in sleepless dreams before.

The city of Londinium once again unfolded before Melantha.

Those familiar monsters, along with the Kazdel soldiers corrupted by the abyss, blocked Melantha's path.

That was the nightmare that tore her apart countless times in her dreams.

Now, wielding a straight knife, she finally has the power to change the past.

"You're Rhodes Island's elite squad, right?"

A Victorian sergeant major carrying a standard weapon blocked Melantha and the others' path.

"The Legion Commander said that the Rhodes Island forces are on a mission and we need to fully cooperate to help you break through the front lines."

The sergeant saluted Melantha.

Melantha glanced back at the group, whose attire was completely different, then turned back and said very calmly.

"Yes, I hope you can help me break through the upper city's defenses. We need to get to the palace."

Upon hearing this, the sergeant pondered for a moment.

The entire map of Lontinim took on a three-dimensional form in his mind, and in the blink of an eye, he sketched out the best route for Melantha.

"I understand. Please follow me."

The sergeant waved his hand, directing his men to advance along each route, while leading Melanza's team forward at breakneck speed.

"Brothers! Our friends from Rhodes Island are heading to the palace. Let's clear a path for them!"

"Roger that!"

"Call in the storm group to clear the road ahead as quickly as possible."

Along the way, the demons and mutated Kazdel soldiers who were originally stationed in the upper city were blocked on both sides of the road by the soldiers of the Third Army.

The storm of artillery fire and Originium magic swept first across the path Melantha and her companions were about to take.

In order to maintain maximum combat effectiveness for the members of Rhodes Island, all the soldiers of the Third Army who broke into the upper city at the first moment became the scepter to push aside the sand dunes.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and Melantha could see the royal palace getting closer and closer in the distance.

They continued until they reached the pioneering front, which belonged to the Third Army Corps.

Here, the sergeant gripped his weapon tightly, and facing the endless stream of monsters rushing towards him, he spoke to Melantha with a hint of apology.

"This is our limit, I'm sorry. The Third Army has other missions to handle, and at the current pace, we can only take you this far."

"Thank you so much!"

Melantha returned the salute to the sergeant very seriously.

"That's enough."

This is the limit for an ordinary soldier.

Melantha knew that those guarding the front lines were the true abyssal monsters hatched from the Abyssal Nest.

Even in the future she experienced, it was a path traversed only by the near annihilation of countless elite Rhodes Island operators and the Imperial Guards who came to their aid.

The soldiers of the Third Army Corps have cleared almost the entire outer perimeter of the upper city, which is an outstanding achievement.

Next, the path that belongs to Melanza begins.

She is not immortal, nor does she possess such formidable fighting power.

They cannot act like the undead, leaving behind a trail of corpses, and then break into the palace before other abyssal monsters can even come to their aid.

It's very simple for her to do.

Become the sharpest sword, cutting through everything that stands in your way.

The straight sword was drawn from its sheath, and flames ignited the instant the blade rubbed against the scabbard's opening.

The initial fire's response to Melantha was particularly strong here.

The badge on her chest was burning hot, and Melantha's determination spread upwards along the blade.

Under the sergeant's gaze, he vanished from the spot, turning into a fleeting afterimage.

In a mere instant, it passed right through the bodies of the insects that crawled out of the abyss's nest.

The next moment, the carapace shattered completely, and the clean, uniform cuts, along with the burning flames, became the main theme in its gaze.

Melantha was already in the monster horde further ahead.

"Damn, that's awesome."

As the sergeant looked at the inspiring scene before him, he thought to himself, "They truly are the elite of Rhodes Island."

However, what happened next left him even more stunned.

Just as the sergeant was admiring Melantha's dashing figure amidst the monsters, a series of crackling sounds rang in his ears.

He turned his head with some curiosity and saw only dazzling golden lightning condensing in the hand of a strangely dressed person.

The lightning bolts, resembling the branches of an old tree, appeared and disappeared repeatedly. Finally, at the moment the holder clenched his hand, they extended to both sides, condensing into a lightning spear with countless forks.

The dazzling lightning left a mark on his retina and etched the scene deeply into his mind.

"Why did this child rush out without saying goodbye?"

Oscar said with some concern. He then drew his straight sword from his waist, gripped his shield in his left hand, and strode forward.

His sword and shield combat technique was so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw. His shield slammed into the body of the insect that was as tall as a human, crushing its hard shell. The monster, born from the abyss, couldn't even last a single move against him.

"They are children who have been wronged, so we can understand."

Solal held up the lightning spear and then forcefully threw it out.

He didn't pay attention to how many kills his lightning spear had achieved; he simply looked tenderly at Melantha with his eyes hidden behind his helmet.

Just like tens of thousands of years ago, he had looked at the immortal who had just emerged from the Northern Undead Asylum in the sunlight.

"Then let's not let her suffer any more grievances."

Grandpa in the red hat, who loves children the most, could no longer contain his inner rage.

Even after being absorbed into the First Flame, the power that originally belonged to the Dark Soul was greatly weakened. But as an undead warrior who once served the gods, he was worthy of being called the elite of the elite. That fighting instinct was still etched deep in the old man's soul, unchanged.

Having witnessed ultimate power, their bodies, once tainted by filth, have become an impenetrable barrier.

The tattered Executioner's Greatsword now bears a name bestowed upon it by its user.

It leaped lightly, and then crashed into the torrent of creation in the abyss like a meteorite.

The bright red hood stood out even more after being soaked in the blood of the abyss.

After the old man's violent wailing, accompanied by the howling of evil spirits, countless vengeful souls surged violently from the body of the recipient of the dark soul.

The ends of the tattered red cloak emitted a power that seemed to originate from the abyss, which, together with the broken greatsword that was swung again and again, crushed the torrent of abyssal worms.

Seeing that their predecessors had already made their move, the warriors who had followed the prophets through the ages of the deep sea roared and charged into the torrent of abyssal monsters.

Having witnessed a far more desolate and hopeless apocalypse than what lay before them, they were no longer afraid of fighting or dying.

Ragged warriors wielding katanas mingled with the others in the ranks.

This team, like an awl, was driven by force and plunged headfirst into the abyss.