Ark of the Immortal

Bah, bah, bah.

Unfortunately, a strange voice sounded, interrupting the man's words.

In the middle of the confrontation between the two sides, there was a blank area, which connected the alleys on the left and right sides.

From the alley on the right, regular footsteps were heard, accompanied by the harsh sound of steel friction.

Alarm bells rang in the man's heart.

The area here should have been cordoned off? Why would anyone come here?

At the entrance of the alley, a dark figure walked out slowly.

It was a tall figure shrouded in a black robe, and he was dragging two things with his hands.

After he came out completely, everyone saw clearly that the man in black robe was still dragging two corpses in his hands.

Two red lines of blood followed behind him, slowly flowing out from the wound that penetrated his heart.

Arriving in the middle of the field, the man in black robe threw the two corpses into the open space.

The man pointed at the corpse on the ground and said in a voice that was so dry that it made people feel numb.

Whose are these two?

7. Is this a human being?

Whose are these two?

The man in black robe standing in the middle of the field restrained the people on both sides who were about to take action.

On Hannah's side, when she saw the black robe, Hannah knew that Mr. Wandering Soul was not late on purpose. He should have been stopped by someone.

It was the two corpses on the ground that made Hannah alert again.

It seems that this wave of people on the opposite side is not just what we see now, but this is the only one?

Have they sealed off the entire surrounding area?

On the other side, the long-haired man with scars on his eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then at the man in black robe standing in the middle. He narrowed his right eye, which could still see, and said aloud.

Victoria's Ghost?

The immortal didn't speak. He didn't want to answer the question. There was no need.

If you don't say anything, I will assume that you are running here on purpose at this time. The man chuckled twice. Hey, are you here to help these weak little ladies?

This man's words immediately set everyone in the Glasgow Gang on fire.

Indeed, the leader of the Glasgow Gang was a woman. But by calling them weak little bitches, does that really mean you don’t take the Glasgow Gang seriously?

Quiet!

Hannah held out a hand and made a fist, shouting again.

The gang members behind him immediately shut their mouths and stopped talking. He just stared at the man opposite him with his destructive eyes. The ferocity is clearly visible.

Hannah knew that this was the home of the undead. Because he arrived late, the opponent's attention was now entirely on the Immortal, and they didn't know what to do with the Immortal.

Will you give up this hiring mission? Or decided to stand with Hannah and the others.

The undead fighting power has been seen by all the members of the Glasgow Gang present.

His choice will affect morale to a certain extent.

I've heard about you, the wandering soul in lower Victoria. I heard that you are very powerful and like to burn corpses in the house? The man shrugged. It doesn't look very good either.

In his eyes, any rumors related to the lower city are just conjectures made by ignorant people in the slums because of their lack of knowledge. The so-called wandering ghost of Victoria in front of him is just a mercenary who never shows his true colors.

Give you a chance. Now turn around and go back to where you came from. I won't hold you responsible for killing my two men. The man tightened his grip on the iron rod in his hand and knocked it twice. Otherwise, you'll end up like the Glasgow Gang.

He paused, then grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

I can't see the sun tomorrow.

Hannah said nothing or took any action.

Before Wei Na left, Wei Na once told her. If something happens, go ask Mr. Wandering Soul for help. If Mr. Wandering Soul also retreats, don't force him and let the brothers scatter.

Perhaps Wei Na had foreseen today's situation at that time?

So Hannah is waiting, she's waiting for the Immortal's decision.

If the Immortal turned around and walked away, then Hannah would also cheer up.

Bros! Crash, sell, and walk!

What about the immortals?

He heard the man's voice and turned around, waiting for the man to finish speaking.

After confirming that the man had indeed finished speaking, he took out a bag stuck in the gap of the armor from under his black robe.

He said.

Pay me the cake.

? The man's face froze with ferocity, and he wondered if he had heard wrongly.

What was that wandering ghost of Victoria talking about?

Perhaps thinking that the man didn't hear, the undead man said it again.

Your men overturned the cake. So, pay me one.

What are you crazy about? What's wrong with your head?

There was a lot more anger on the man's face. He thought it was the immortal's humiliation to him.

Kill two of his men and find himself. Then at the critical moment of the confrontation between the two sides, asked him for a cake as compensation?

But the immortal is serious.

The bag in his hand contained the small cake Melantha gave him.

It doesn't matter who the immortal decides to give the cake to, or whether it leaves it there to mold.

But the man's men drew their weapons and attacked the undead man, causing the paper bag to fall to the ground and pouring out the cake inside.

Even if it was taken back, it was no longer as beautiful as before. The butter rolled all over the floor and the rest of the cake was covered in dust.

Even though the undead themselves don’t have any desire to eat cake. But this was indeed a gift given to him by his disciples.

It was also the first gift he received after waking up.

No compensation?

The undead man carefully put the paper bag back into the gap in his armor.

It's such a pity that Hannah can't eat the cake.

With this thought in mind, the undead man grasped the handle of the sword at his waist and pulled out the sword that had just seen blood.

That rusty sword was as inconspicuous as the undead man itself, even a little ridiculous.

But the members of the Glasgow Gang became excited immediately, and some of them raised their weapons like the undead.

Even Hannah held Zhihu's fists and raised them to her chest with excitement on her face.

said the immortal.

Do you have any money on you?

He plans to use what he considers normal means to seek compensation for himself.

The man also clenched the iron rod in his hand and said coldly.

I'm buying your life, do you want to sell it?

Then, he took a step and rushed over.

kill!

The clean voice was full of murderous intent, and the people behind Hannah also raised their weapons and rushed out.

Come on!

Hannah shouted, and everyone in the Glasgow Gang followed Hannah and rushed out.

The two parties rushed towards the opposite side at the same time.

The undead man stared at the man and raised the sword in his hand.

When the man came to him, the blade struck down hard.

In the man's eyes, he just subconsciously raised the iron rod in his hand to block the attack. But the next second, a huge force came from the iron rod, making him almost unable to stand.

Ding!

The rusty sword was chopped off by the undead man with great force, leaving a mark on the iron rod, and the remaining force was transmitted to the man without missing a beat.

Even the iron rod was pressed down and hit the man's chest. He took two or three steps back to relieve the force.

The undead man didn't say a word, took a step forward, and made another unpretentious sword strike from top to bottom.

Ding!

Steel met, and the man was fully prepared, finally blocking the undead attack.

He was shocked and angry. What surprised him was that the strength of this weirdo was indeed too much. What made him angry was that he had just lost the first fight because he had underestimated the opponent and took several steps back.

Therefore, at the first moment when he blocked the attack of the undead, he stepped forward to shorten the distance between himself and the undead, and let the iron rod in his hand hit the undead's head hard.

He pulled the iron rod that blocked the sword over the blade and swung it towards the undead man's head.

It was a good idea, but unfortunately it didn't work.

As early as when the man chose to take a step forward after blocking the attack, the undead man had already seen his offensive intention.

Stepping his right foot to the side, taking another step back with his left foot, the sword in his hand naturally slashed upward again from the lower left.

This tease rubbed the man's waist hard.

Even if the blade is not as sharp as before. But the rusty blade tore the soft clothes at the first moment. What will happen to the soft skin when faced with pitted rust?

Blood surged wildly, and a huge wound was pulled out on the left waist. Along with the rust left behind, the entire wound was completely infected.

The undead man would not stop. With the force of the pull, he used his left hand to hold a small handle under the handle of the knife. He held the handle of the knife steady with both hands, and then pulled back the tachi that was already in the air, using all his strength together.

Bang!

The man finally had time to defend himself, holding the iron rod in his right hand to block the wound on his side, and also blocked the undead man's slash.

Like a broken kite, it was blown away by the strong wind.

The man was directly knocked away by the huge force, knocking away several of his brothers who were fighting on the side, and rolled on the ground two or three times before stopping.

His head felt dizzy.

Is this the kind of strength a human being can have? !

Hannah, who was dealing with two enemies at the same time, also saw this scene, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If the undead man had struck her with a real blow, how could he have only broken her arms?

Wouldn't this forcefully tear the entire upper body apart?

He knocked the person away with one blow, and the undead man took advantage of the victory and pursued it. While blocking the incoming weapons, he reached out and grabbed an unlucky guy to block in front of him.

With the obstruction of his men, the man struggled to stand up. The severe pain in his arm told him that his right hand was useless.

Careless!

I never expected that there was no comparison between the wandering soul in front of me and the gangsters in the Lower City!

But even so...

Warlock! Attack!

Before he finished speaking, the group of unidentified enemies standing in the last row threw away the sharp weapons in their hands and took out a staff about one meter from behind.

When Hannah heard this, she was shocked.

Trap! Let me escape them all!

The enemies are no ordinary gang members! There are even warlocks among them who can cast spells!