Ark Undead

Greyhound had already run back from afar, his steps unsteady, clearly showing that he was also very weak.

As he ran, he waved to W, trying to get her to look at him.

Something's coming!

Greyhound barked twice, then returned to W's side, took the dagger from W's hand, and slung it over his waist.

"As before, after each dream, a certain number of sea creatures come to us, but the number I see is just too..."

Greyhound's face didn't look good; W could even sense his obvious embarrassment and fear.

"how many?"

W quickly pressed for an answer.

"a lot of."

The greyhound couldn't even give a specific number; after its mouth moved twice, it could only manage to utter two words.

Even if Greyhound gave a specific, large number, W would at most just find it a bit troublesome.

But when this "many" came out of Greyhound's mouth, W realized that this time there was really a problem.

The two exchanged a glance, their minds already racing with plans to escape. Greyhound's meaning was clear: such a large number was beyond their capabilities.

Including Rap in another room...

"What's the panic? This is a perfectly normal situation."

Just as I was thinking about Lapp, Lapp came out of another room, carrying two bowls of freshly cooked soup.

When he came to the two of them, Lapp put the soup bowl in his hand into their hands.

"It's no big deal, I'll take care of it in a bit. You two drink this and then rest for a bit."

"this?!"

W stared wide-eyed at Lapp, wondering why he could remain calm at this moment.

"What is this? Don't think the soup is bad. I just tasted it myself, and the seasoning is actually quite good today."

Lapp licked his lips, and a glint seemed to flash across his smooth head.

"I told you not to panic. The number of Sealings that come after each dream is strictly limited. In a sense, they are abandoned beings in the race. They are here to provide nourishment for new members like you."

Lapp's seemingly casual words seemed to contain a great deal of information. However, neither of them had time to pay attention to that at the moment.

"So, with so many of them, they're definitely not coming for us. Don't believe me? Look over there, see."

Lap tilted his head slightly to the other side.

W and Greyhound looked over and saw that the direction in which the sea creatures were moving had clearly changed.

The dense, swarming, strange creatures did not directly approach the three of them.

However, among the large group of creatures, a dozen or so strayed from the group and headed towards them.

"Alright, alright, leave it to me. You guys go and enjoy your second meal."

With that, Lap walked toward the streets of the abandoned village.

He took the mechanical scythe hidden under his black cloak from his back.

This double-edged scythe, before its mechanism is ejected, resembles a giant cutting blade, with the blade and handle maintaining an oddly parallel posture.

The blade still bore traces of dried blood, almost completely black, yet it remained sharp.

"Speaking of which, such a large quantity..."

Lap walked over with the sickle in his hand, muttering something under his breath.

"Did something go wrong with our old friend? Or did he bring too many people with him?"

Before he finished speaking, Lap's figure disappeared into the air like a shadow, then suddenly reappeared a few meters in front of him, leaving only a cloud of dust kicked up by the force of his stomping feet.

As if the blink of an eye had erased that instant, he appeared in front of Hai Si.

The blade sliced ​​through the soft body as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Lapp was completely focused, just like a chef carefully preparing ingredients.

"Maybe we should go check it out later."

Having made up his mind, Lapp moved even faster.

Each of his strikes targeted Hai Si's most vulnerable spot, like a seasoned butcher dividing Hai Si's body into several regular sections.

Each of the sea creatures was cut into several similarly shaped pieces by his scythe.

However, for Lapp, this was not even a warm-up.

"I've got my midnight snack sorted out for tonight."

400. Patch?!

As Graceia said, Haizi's attack was not just empty talk.

Just after Kal'tsit relayed Gladys's words to Carmen, a message came from one of the dispatched scouts.

A large contingent of Sea Sirens is advancing through the wilderness thirty kilometers from their camp.

Their numbers have exceeded the scope of calculation; preliminary estimates suggest they have surpassed four figures.

Moreover, many of them were new varieties that even these soldiers had never seen before.

And their starting point seems to be the sea.

They were monsters that emerged from the sea, heading straight for the mortals who had been eyeing them.

For Carmen, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity to learn about Haisi's situation.

Kal'tsit did not see it as a disaster, but as a precious opportunity.

Grandia's words contained a lot of information. She said that after such a dream, Hai Si would surely come looking for her.

Does this suggest that dreams, for Haisi, act as a coordinate point, allowing him to pinpoint the individuals affected?

What is the true nature of dreams, and how do they work?

These are all questions that Kal'tsit needs to find out, and this battle may well become the first large-scale contact between the Terrans and the Sealings in a true sense.

"Everyone, get ready for battle. I want to see all the camp's defenses in place before Hai Si arrives."

In terms of commanding the battle, Carmen, as one of the Grand Inquisitors of the Inquisition, is certainly more suitable to be the commander of this battle.

Kal'tsit naturally wouldn't flaunt her command abilities in front of Carmen. After all, back on Rhodes Island, the Doctor had always been in charge of commanding affairs.

Under Carmen's command, the entire camp sprang into action.

The awakened soldiers, with the combined help of Rhodes Island operators, began to transform the camp into a true combat fortress.

Although some people are still in a dazed state after waking up, they can still manage to do some simple resupply work without any problems.

Kal'tsit herself continues to lead Rhodes Island's elite operators, providing medical support to the Iberian soldiers.

According to calculations, Haisi's travel speed is not slow, and he can reach the camp within two hours.

"Go and inform Mr. Undying."

Even amidst this busy period, Kal'tsit didn't forget to inform the Undead.

"Mr. Undead has just left the camp."

Scout said to Kal'tsit.

"I just didn't have a chance to say hello to you."

"Leave the camp? Where to?"

Kal'tsit was stunned. She really didn't expect that the undead, who usually wouldn't even leave the campfire, would suddenly leave at this moment.

"I don't know. Mr. Undead didn't say, so I didn't ask. But judging from his appearance, he went out with weapons."

Scout placed the supplies he was carrying onto the delivery vehicle next to him, counted the quantity, and then continued speaking.

"There must be something he needs to handle personally, or perhaps he sensed something. After all, he is the Immortal."

Kal'tsit frowned, not because she thought the undead were doing something wrong, but because Scout's words did make sense.

The dream was so strange that they still don't understand what pulled them into it.

The Undead's decision to leave the camp alone was naturally based on his own considerations.

However, with the Deepsea Hunters and the Undead leaving the camp one after another, even Kal'tsit had to consider the consequences.

In fact, the Undead left the camp because of something the Fire Mage said.

She saw the near future and told the immortals what she had seen.

At the same time, a peculiar reaction occurred within the immortals' perception range.

It even stirred the primordial fire within him, allowing him to sense the other party's presence from a great distance.

The Undead had also experienced this initial tremor before.

That was when, before Patriot died, the Undead held Patriot's soul in their hands, and even the First Flame felt a stirring of emotion for such a hero.

Now, another tremor caused even the immortals to frown.

He was originally the guardian manifested from the First Flame, and the unusual nature of the First Flame was an irresistible command for the Undead.

So, he took his greatsword, only had time to say goodbye to Scout, and then immediately left the camp.

Guided by the surging flames, the undead continued along the road, heading towards the sea.

The ocean is the homeland of these sea creatures, and what it holds is something even the immortals cannot explain.

However, this initial surge of fire seems to have absolutely no connection to Agor; rather, it's a kind of...

The Undead felt a strange sense of anticipation.

It was as if he were an existence just like himself, a remnant left over from an ancient era.

And so, in the mountains and forests, a suit of armor moved forward silently.

He was less than ten kilometers away from meeting Hai Si and his group.