Ark Undead

Several swords and blades came flying at him. The undead used his shield to block the frontal attacks, while his longsword in his right hand mercilessly unleashed a lightning-infused strike.

A flash of lightning, and immediately severed limbs and broken weapons fell to the ground.

The cut surface was covered in dark red, charred flesh, preventing even blood from flowing. The wound was already charred the moment the blade sliced ​​through the flesh.

The immortal remained silent, merely brandishing his longsword as he faced a relentless onslaught of enemies.

He was like a stone flashing with lightning, leaving scars that would last a lifetime on any hand that tried to destroy him.

A spear thrust from behind. The undead heard the sound of the wind, lowered his head slightly, and pulled back the shield that had been in front of him, leaning back.

The Undead gripped the sword blade in reverse, thrusting the longsword into the enemy's chest, and then slashed it outwards with a fierce motion!

yah...

Lightning flashed through flesh and blood. With this slash, he tore open most of the body, severing the chest and right arm of one man, and then plunged deep into the neck of another enemy!

In an instant, two people were killed. Although they were both racing knights who had undergone rigorous training, the crowd couldn't help but feel some fear.

"Retreat! Retreat! Crossbowmen! Fire!"

The team leader shouted.

He waved his hand, and the crossbowmen on the high ground fired arrows at the undead.

Dozens of crossbow bolts were fired at the knight who stood in the field.

The undead retreated while raising their shields to block in front of them.

Ding Ding Ding!

The crossbow bolts were blocked by the shield and sturdy armor, and seemed to have no effect on him.

However, one crossbow bolt was different from the others. Its black arrowhead pierced through the undead's hard armor the moment it hit his shoulder, piercing through the undead's shoulder.

The immortal looked up and recognized the figure.

It was on the night of the first attack that he saw the crossbowman from a distance.

As a knight assassin from the Unarmored Alliance, he naturally joined the assassination attempt. He infiltrated the ranks of ordinary crossbowmen, intending to give this formidable knight a surprise.

Without pausing, this high-ranking official, bearing a title, immediately reloaded his bow and crossbow after firing the arrow, and then aimed again at the Undead.

The Undead also temporarily sheathed their shields and raised their left hands.

A dazzling bolt of lightning gathered in his palm!

The immortal leaned back and hurled his left hand forward!

Miracle (Thunder Spear)

The lightning that ripped through the daylight arrived in front of the attacker in the blink of an eye!

He never imagined that the Undead possessed such a ranged attack method. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

It was as if the blinding sunlight had blinded him and then inflicted upon him a piercing, excruciating pain!

"Ahhhhh!!"

The attacker had no time to react; his lightning spear struck him squarely in the chest, then traveled through his limbs and bones!

The Platinum-ranked leader of the Unarmored Alliance was unable to pull the trigger again after just one attack.

His body convulsed and he collapsed to the ground.

After dealing with the trouble, the immortal turned his attention to the wound on his waist.

This is no ordinary arrow. After it is shot in, the arrow shaft automatically splits open with barbs! If there is continuous movement or if it is to be removed, it will suffer a tear that is even more severe than the arrow wound itself!

The immortal merely glanced at the arrow that was half-exposed before deciding to reach out and grasp it at his waist.

A bloody tearing sound, enough to send shivers down one's spine, rang out from the wound.

As a large amount of almost black blood gushed out, the undead forcefully pulled the flesh and the entire arrow out of the wound!

But he remained silent, not even uttering a muffled groan.

And the face covered by the scalpel never showed any change in expression.

Like that ancient, immovable rock, it stands still and unshakeable.

"Go! Go! Go! He's injured! He's injured!"

When the base see the noble injured, they will take advantage of the situation and continue to gnaw at their life.

They want to draw nourishment from corpses to satisfy their unreasonable vanity.

Then another knight rushed forward, brandishing his weapon.

The undead held the shield firmly, dodging and weaving to avoid attacks aimed at the legs.

He fearlessly wielded the longsword in his right hand, despite the blood flowing from his waist and the flesh being torn open.

Countless knights surrounded the undead.

Their weapons were meant to wear down the undead's strength and pierce his body.

They were willing to kill a preacher of hope with their own hands, because they had no virtue left in their eyes, only money and profit.

Despite the undead's best efforts, miracles and blades continued to slash the bodies of their enemies, severing limbs and eliciting cries of pain.

There were just too many people, and with the arrows constantly being fired during the gaps in the undead's attacks and defenses, the undead couldn't even catch their breath!

These well-trained knights, with their weapons steeped in so-called honor, aimed at the Supreme One of Honor, piercing his body and bringing him to his demise.

Half an hour has passed.

Even with his modern and sophisticated equipment, the knight still couldn't stop the undead from his advance!

Even the noblest knight cannot withstand the gnawing of bottomless maggots.

The hammer and spear shattered and pierced the hard shell with each attack.

His body was pierced, enduring an impact and pain that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The undead then severed the spear that had pierced his body, ignoring the pain, and continued to inflict torment on his enemies with his lightning-filled blade!

"I can't see! Don't stop me, I need...my hand! My hand!"

"Don't back down! He's about to give up!"

"Brothers, don't back down! His armor is almost completely shattered!"

Countless wounds appeared on the undead.

If his body were still similar to the fragmented memories he possessed, and if those powers that only existed in legends and stories still existed, he wouldn't be in his current state.

Although the Undead have gradually recalled their past memories and regained some of their former authority since their awakening.

But when faced with modern weapons and an enemy trained in military discipline, they are ultimately somewhat inferior.

Another heavy hammer struck the undead on the back while he was defending against a frontal attack.

Fragments of shattered armor pierced his body, and the impact of the heavy hammer caused the undead to stagger forward.

The lightning on the blade of his right hand paused for a moment, as it was about to give way.

"He's veering off course! He's veering off course!"

"He can't hold on any longer! Kill him!"

Their formidable fighting prowess and awe-inspiring will, in turn, instilled fear in the despicable.

They shouted that they would drag the pure white jade into the mud.

A long spear thrust out from the enemy ranks, shattering the kneecaps of the undead.

A long sword slashed down from behind the undead, cleaving through his exposed, withered flesh.

A heavy hammer came crashing down in front of the undead, about to completely shatter his helmet with the blow!

The undead raised their already tattered shields and resolutely held them in front of them.

He watched as the heavy hammer came crashing down in front of him, the patterns on its surface clearly visible.

One can imagine what it would be like if that hammer were to fall on one's head.

"After this death, when will I wake up again?"

At this moment, the immortal easily thought of this problem.

For him, death was nothing more than a slumber.

The necessary explanations have been completed.

The promises made have been fulfilled.

He successfully brought this armor to the highest stage.

Even in his slumber, Kazimierz will still be exploited by despicable individuals who will chuckle and extract any remaining value from him.

"pity."

The immortal lowered his eyes, calmly facing his impending death.

laugh...

It was at this moment that he seemed to hear a sound.

It was a faint sound coming from inside his body.

It was like a spark landing on a sawdust, or like a match being rubbed against a box.

Those were the startled flames, the embers that had been ignited.

He is a great hero, after the long night of slumber.

Open eyes.

Looking at the seemingly lifeless figure on the screen, several elderly people on the upper floors of the Business Alliance Building smiled.

"Alright, now all the problems have been solved. We just need to wait, wait patiently."

The one-eyed old man waved his hand, signaling the servant behind him to bring him a cup of wine.

The white-haired old man also raised his wine glass.

It's just a championship. As long as we don't have these inexplicable independent knights who jump out to fight for honor, we can have as many championships as we want.