Ark Undead

Meanwhile, in the abandoned village, Lapp, who had prepared medicine for Greyhound and W, greeted them after properly handling the corpses of the Sealings.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later."

Lapp smiled broadly, seemingly in a good mood. "Don't fall asleep before I get back. You know the consequences. If you don't make it back, don't blame me for not warning you."

Greyhound and W only fell asleep when Lapp was by their side during these dreams. If Lapp wasn't there, who knows what kind of strange things would happen.

Both of them naturally paid close attention to this detail.

After confirming once again that Greyhound and W were both in good condition, Lapp took his weapons and left the camp.

Watching Lapp walk away wearing his top hat, Greyhound and W exchanged a glance, and the thoughts that had been stirring in their hearts temporarily subsided.

"No matter what, now is not the time to run away. Let's stay put for now."

W sighed. The effortless manner with which Lapp killed Hai Si just now left her with no other thoughts.

Although Greyhound hadn't seen Hai Si much, he had fought alongside the Undead against creatures affected by the Demon Seed during the Great Yan period.

The Undead dealt with those creatures with the same ease and grace as Lapp, which also gave a glimpse into Lapp's true strength.

"Speaking of which, the soup tonight actually tastes a bit better than before."

The greyhound licked the corner of his mouth, and he could still feel a slight sweetness in his mouth. This strange taste gave him a chill, but at the same time, it also gave him a special sense of longing.

"You're not starting to like this taste, are you?"

W looked at Greyhound with some horror, unsure how to judge Greyhound's thoughts.

The greyhound quickly shook its head.

"Impossible, I'm just finding joy in hardship... Instead of thinking about this, you should think about how to get through the palace."

Upon hearing Greyhound mention this, W's mind quickly sank, and he had no time to think about Lapp anymore.

They had been wandering around the dream palace for two or three days, wasting all their time there; they couldn't let this continue.

After leaving the camp, Lapp followed the route taken by the Sealings, following the tracks they left on the ground, and headed straight towards the camp.

He had naturally sensed something special. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to go to the camp at this time to find his so-called old friend.

However, so many Sea Spirits were mobilized at the same time, heading in the same direction. Apart from a large-scale dream entry incident, Lapp couldn't think of any other explanation.

While considering whether he should take action to resolve all the unexpected situations, Lapp moved nimbly through the mountains and forests.

That is, after he had been running behind Hai Si for several tens of minutes, a warning that exploded from the bottom of his heart made the hair on his body stand on end.

In that instant, Lapp's hand reached behind him, grasping the mechanical scythe hanging there. He pulled it from behind and slashed it towards his side.

Ding!

A crisp sound, the clash of steel against steel, sparks flew in the dim forest.

Without much deliberation, Lapp immediately launched a fierce attack after making his counterattack.

Blocking the unidentified weapon beside him, Lapp gripped the handle with his right hand and climbed onto the mechanism of the folding scythe with his left, gently tapping the switch.

click!

With a satisfying click, the sickle blade finally popped out from the handle, accompanied by a crisp mechanical sound as the grip extended further outward from the rear of the handle.

In an instant, the weapon transformed from a cleaver into a scythe, and Lapp stepped forward, slashing the scythe down fiercely at the black shadow in the air!

With another soft clang of metal clashing, the dark figure finally revealed its true form from the air.

The greatsword was held behind him, deftly blocking the scythe's scythe. The person encased in armor then turned his gaze directly to Lapp.

The two exchanged a single glance, and their bodies reacted simultaneously.

Fist against fist, the point of impact sent out a shockwave that could be felt.

After exchanging punches, Lapp pulled his scythe away from the man's back and took two steps back.

He twisted the mechanism on the handle with force, and as the mechanism turned, the originally unfolded scythe retracted once again, turning into a cleaver with a handle and stored in his right hand.

This is Lap's weapon, a one-handed cleaver that can transform into a long-handled two-handed scythe.

The lingering stench of blood on the blade reminded the two men facing off that Lapp had recently killed a considerable number of Sea Heirs.

The two men, who had been locked in close combat, were now about ten meters apart, and they both stopped what they were doing at the same time.

In the recent encounter, Lapp demonstrated his extremely agile skills and powerful perception.

After he stopped, he indeed sensed a familiar scent emanating from the person in front of him.

"Um..."

Lapp forced a nasal sound as he tried to recall information about the person in front of him.

All she could get was the information that she definitely knew him, but she couldn't remember anything else.

The man in front of Kolap put away his greatsword.

His words expressed his utter shock.

"Patch?!"

Lapp paused for a moment.

Very familiar name.

"Patch?"

Lapp looked at the undead with some confusion; its hairless head was barely discernible in the dim bushes.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else, sir. I’m not the Patch you’re talking about.”

Lapp denied his identity, saying he genuinely didn't know who Patch was; he only knew that he was Lapp.

From the moment he stopped dreaming, he became Rapp, and he would never forget that name.

However, to Lap's surprise, the man in front of him said his name after a moment of silence.

"You are now, Lapp?"

Lapp's pupils contracted sharply. Although he knew that the person in front of him was the old friend he had sensed.

But now he can't recall any details about his past, he can only vaguely sense that his origins are extraordinary and his skills are superb.

However, he also reacted violently to the voice of the person in front of him.

He had definitely heard that voice before, and more than once.

"You are..."

Lapp's mind was in a mess. He had only come to confirm who it was, but he hadn't expected that Lapp would mess up his thoughts.

"who are you?"

...

On the other side, the deep-sea hunters laid down their weapons.

They chose to leave the camp because the sea creatures that came towards them usually had some special locations.

Due to their characteristics, the sea creatures that attack them are usually more dangerous species, and their spiritual pollution is also more severe.

They can get used to this change, but the people in the camp might not.

In order to keep casualties within an acceptable range, they had to face these enemies alone.

Only after dealing with this batch of sea creatures did they have time to catch their breath.

At this moment, Goredia broke the silence and spoke up.

"This dream was very strange; I saw many people who shouldn't have appeared in my dream."

"The last large-scale dream entry was the beginning of a great stillness."

Laurentina's expression also turned serious.

"If we don't find the source soon, the problem will only get worse."

"Ah."

Goredia nodded; of course she knew.

However, this is not the only issue she is concerned about now.

After thinking for a while, Goredia decided to ask her question.

"Have you... seen a bald man in your dreams?"

As she uttered these words, a rare hint of shame crept into her tone.

As she asked the question, she subtly pulled her hand behind her back, instinctively covering her buttocks, as if she could still feel the marks left by the heavy kick.

At that time, even Greta didn't react, and now, thinking back, she's angry at her own slowness.

Although that kick put her on the right path, she would never forgive that guy.

This is an insult to a deep-sea hunter!

401. Lapp, who lost his memory

"who am I?"

The Undead seemed somewhat puzzled by Lapp's question.

He clearly remembered meeting Lapp in the City of Rings. Although he later recognized him after seeing his face, he had already formed a fairly deep friendship with Lapp before that.

In that apocalyptic world, Lapp's existence became one of the few bright spots in the Ringed City.

Lapp stayed with the Undead until the eve of the final battle.

For an undead, Lapp forgetting his own existence is strange, but not unexpected.

When he met Lapp before, he frankly said that he had forgotten a lot and hoped that the Undead could help him find the stone tablet that could restore his memories.

It seems that Lapp has also gone through such a long time, and at the same time, forgotten once again that he is Patch?

If that's the case...

“I am an immortal. We should have met before, Lapp.”

"You feel familiar to me, but it's strange, I don't think I've ever seen you before."