Ark of the Immortal

This feeling is very familiar to the undead. He was also like this before he got the first fire.

There was no warning from Chuhuo. Everything was judged by his own intuition and his eyes.

And it was with this perception that he walked towards death step by step, and then emerged from death anew, and finally became what he is today.

For a moment, the undead man even thought that he had entered a new world in a painting.

Even the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the immortal suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked down the stairs to the bottom.

He wanted to go out and see what it looked like outside.

All abnormalities in the entire building have been cleared away. The undead people walked all the way to the door and found nothing resembling a carpet of germs.

Until he looked at the outside world.

Within the sight range visible to the undead, the surfaces of everything were covered with dots of fungi.

These blankets were constantly squirming, trying to cover all the buildings and vehicles placed outside.

However, when the undead walked out of the building, these carpets temporarily stopped crawling, the tentacles on the surface trembled slightly, and there was no longer any tendency to expand.

The undead didn't care what the situation was like with these carpets. Because he had already seen another familiar figure standing in the square.

Scout?

The undead man shouted his name while gently placing the sword at his side.

The cold steel was not covered in flames like usual. But this pure and thick steel brings a completely different sense of oppression to the undead.

Scout turned around. He just had time to wave his hand at the undead man when he saw the blade flashing in front of him.

Hey, hey, hey! Wait, Immortal! I'm not fake!

The undead ignored him and continued to attack.

Scout was constantly dodging and moving, trying to stay away from the undead, but his retreat was blocked by swords one after another.

In desperation, Scout could only take out his hand crossbow and short knife, and began to try to deal with the undead.

However, this is doomed to be in vain.

Scout's strength is too different from that of the undead, so naturally the short sword in his hand can't...

Ding.

To the undead's surprise, the short knife in Scout's hand actually blocked the undead's attack.

The undead man looked at Scout in front of him in slight surprise.

But Scout raised his head slightly, and his face and eyes changed from lively to stiff in an instant.

Scout's voice gradually became illusive in the undead's ears. It was like countless people were speaking in his ears at the same time.

Why, attack me.

Because, you're not, Scout.

The undead man didn't have the time to explain to the other party. As he spoke, he raised the big sword in his hand and was about to smash it down.

But Scout simply stopped retreating and stood there, just raising the short knife in his hand.

It's useless. The last nightmare you killed has already collected your power information. The re-simulated nightmare will not be easily...

boom!

The guy who called himself Nightmare didn't even finish his words when the sword's defense was defeated by the big sword from top to bottom, and he was cut in half with a sword starting from the head.

Trying to simulate the power of the undead is undoubtedly a foolish act.

The Immortal himself doesn't even know what he can do. After receiving the initial fire, he had not yet completely let go of his strength and had a good fight.

Perhaps when he woke up at the beginning of Terra, he also had a few happy fights. But now he doesn't have that memory, so naturally he can't be sure how far his strength has reached.

Although the connection with Chuhuo has been temporarily severed, the body strengthened by Chuhuo is genuine.

The undead man just put a little more force, and the nightmare in front of him was easily destroyed by him.

It seems that these guys who call themselves nightmares can collect combat information?

The undead man hung the sword back behind his back, and once again he felt the touch of something leaving his body.

The undead man frowned slightly, this feeling was very bad. But when he tried to reach out and follow the trail of something, he only caught air.

At the same time, the fungus carpet in the entire square was also fading at an extremely fast speed. Until everything the undead looked at became clean and became what the camp looked like in reality.

It seems that the nightmare is a monster that manages an area? As long as the nightmares in this area are killed, these creeps with unknown functions will also be expelled.

Within seconds after the nightmare disappeared, a strange neighing sound sounded near the undead's ears.

It was exactly the same as the voice described by Gladia and Skadi. It was a dull call from the deep sea, and it also came from Agor.

@#%...\u0026*%?You come...to find?%...\u0026...?. You come and lose your hometown.

The undead man couldn't hear clearly at first. The more the sound rang in the undead man's ears, the more clearly he could hear the neighing sound.

Then, it was clear that the immortal could not understand those words, but he still understood the information contained in them.

However, this voice is really annoying, so the undead man said in his mind.

Shut up.

As soon as the voice came out, the words that sounded in the undead man's ears suddenly stopped, leaving only a very long whisper.

It's like panting, but also like a long breath.

After a few seconds of silence, the undead man's ears exploded.

Even the undead man's body swayed a bit, his expression frowning slightly in pain.

The voice seemed to be irritated by the immortal's words to shut up, and the sounds it made became increasingly unintelligible.

The undead man covered his head, gritted his teeth, and shouted in his mind again.

I said, shut up!

Wow!

The sound disappeared instantly, and everything disappeared without a trace. The sound just now was like an auditory hallucination. Only the still painful head made the undead understand that it was not an auditory hallucination.

And when the undead raised their heads again, even the dark clouds covering Iberia in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The sunlight naturally fell onto the ground, and the undead man's armor began to shine.

After the voice that originally whispered in the ear of the undead left. It was like the curse was lifted and everything became different.

The undead man took off his helmet and rubbed his forehead with his hands.

He remembered the voice that spoke in his ear just now. When he met Skadi, the undead man drove away something that was living in Skadi with just one glance.

And when that thing fled in panic, the sound it shouted was the same sound just now.

Does it seem to recognize itself?

The immortals don’t know.

This dream has brought some surprises to the undead, and he seems to be able to find more clues in the dream.

Look at the sky carefully again.

The sky above the camp seemed to have a big hole, and the sunlight naturally flowed down through the hole.

The closer to the seaside, the denser the dark clouds become, and as far as the horizon is visible, there is only endless darkness.

This is undoubtedly a hint and guidance, trying to get the undead to search for it.

But before that, there's one more thing to do.

The undead man walked towards other buildings.

Before going to the next place, shouldn't we clean up the current place first?

Just as the undead dreamed, the camp became safe.

In Scout's dream, he also encountered the same situation.

Scout.

The armored warrior standing in the square waved to Scout without seeming to be aggressive.

But Scout didn't respond at all. He directly took out his hand crossbow and the short knife behind him.

The crossbow arrow fired from the hand crossbow easily pierced the undead man's armor.

At the same time, the undead man's body also stiffened.

The voice calling Scout again turned cold.

You shouldn't attack this person.

You should pretend to be more like it.

Scout sneered and said.

Mr. Immortal will not wave to me so friendly. When you are not sure whether the two parties are true or false, the best way is to attack directly. To avoid being attacked by surprise.

With that said, Scout chose to be cautious, walked directly to the immortal, and started to fight with the fake undead with a short knife.

And the power of this fake immortal seems to be exactly the same as the power of the real immortal.

Scout's short sword barely missed the sword and was almost broken.

Therefore, Scout no longer chose to fight head-on, but began to engage in close combat around the undead.

But although Scout is proficient in close-quarter shaking, he is still not as powerful as the Immortal.

Soon, Scout was retreating steadily, retreating a long distance, and even his back was almost touching the wall.

Facing the fake undead's slashes like a violent storm, Scout chose to close his eyes and face death this time after resisting for the last time.

However, before dying, Scout tightly held the hand crossbow behind him.

He has already thought of a way to break it. The next time they meet again, he will have a chance to break through this guy's blockade.

As far away as Rhode Island in Victoria, the late-night lights were switched to energy-saving mode by frugal operators.

Today is a rest day. Everyone in the preparation group got together and turned on the projector in the night room to watch the latest program, eat some snacks, and chat.

Of course, Melanza also brought Keobei with her.

Since the undead left, Melanza has started raising her children by herself again.

However, Keobe now knows a lot about civilized society.

She wouldn't go to the canteen to steal food at night like usual.

Many Rhode Island operators also carry some snacks with them. When you encounter Kiobe, exchange a small snack for a chance to touch Kiobe's head.

Of course Kiobe would not refuse this.

The increasingly civilized Ciobo is loved by more people, and it is more convenient for Melanza to take Ciobo to participate in various activities.

Xiaomei, I saw the new perfume you recently released on the terminal. Although it is a bit expensive, it feels pretty good.

Katy was chatting casually with Melanza, holding a potato chip in her hand.

I did not participate in the design of that perfume, but if you are interested, I can ask my family to mail a few samples first. It just so happened that the perfumer lady mentioned this to me some time ago.

Okay, okay, then I'll treat you to a small cake then!

Eh? Then which one of the new ones from Undercher's store do I want?

That `s a deal!

The two of them kept chatting, their eyes always staring at the movie on the projector.

I heard that the movie was made by Yan Guo. Although it is a bit bloody, it can arouse everyone's interest in the mysterious country of Yan Guo.

Among so many people, only Keobei was concentrating on holding snacks and munching on them.

Everyone also knows the habits of Keobai. So today I specially brought double the usual amount of snacks, just for fear that Keobei wouldn't be able to eat enough.

However, just halfway through the movie, Ciobe's movements stopped.

The movement of the snack in her mouth also slowed down. After swallowing the last bite of meat, Ceob, who was sitting next to Melantha, fell on top of Melantha.

It actually shocked Melanza.