Ark Undead

Carmen turned around and looked at Kal'tsit.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, do you have any ideas?"

"..."

Kal'tsit remained silent, but Carmen was already having other ideas in mind.

Even if they knew how to avoid such a situation, did the soldiers actually know how to avoid it?

If one's mental strength is insufficient to detect anything unusual about oneself in a dream, how can one find the existence of immortals?

In this unexpected turn of events, are all we left to do but wait for the deep-sea hunters to come and rescue us?

No, that's impossible; that's not the style of the Iberian National Church.

Iberia's cleanliness did not come passively.

"I will arrange for a small team to leave the camp tonight and return to the capital to seek rescue."

Carmen said.

"However, it is uncertain whether they will be able to leave here safely. So we can only try our best to survive, Ms. Kal'tsit."

As he spoke, Carmen turned to look at Kal'tsit, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Now that you've gotten involved in the Iberian affair, stop hiding it. If you have any other methods, use them quickly. Having lived for countless years, I don't believe your power is limited to this."

Kal'tsit pursed her lips.

Carmen was incredibly resilient; while he worried about the soldiers' condition, he also coldly and firmly treated them as expendable resources in his calculations.

Even so, the saint did not want the children of Iberia to die in vain.

"The immortal is going to sleep."

"Kal'tsit said."

“He will enter the dream with us. If there is any chance, it should be tonight. I suggest that one of us must stay awake.”

"Then you can do it."

Carmen answered without hesitation.

"I will also leave at least a small squad behind to maintain order in the camp, and they will be at your command. If anyone becomes prey of the dream, do not hesitate."

"I see."

Kal'tsit nodded; she accepted Carmen's arrangement.

This is a gamble, but humans do not have any advantage over the Haisi species.

Moreover, they had already voluntarily entered the game venue set up by Hai Si.

Now, they are seeking the right to step onto the chessboard.

Meanwhile, in the abandoned village by the sea, Greyhound and W had already drunk the two bowls of soup and were resting against the wall.

The broth slowly transformed their bodies into forms that adapted to the dream world. The greyhound endured the pain while forcing itself not to fall asleep.

They need to wait for Rapp's return, otherwise their real bodies will be completely defenseless once they enter the dream world.

Although Lapp has his own ideas, they are now in a cooperative relationship and can trust each other.

Just when the two were about to give up, the sound of scattered footsteps came from outside the room.

The two immediately perked up, instinctively reaching for their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.

"it's me."

It was Lapp's voice. His tone was no different from usual, nonchalant yet strangely sincere.

But now, his words are filled with weariness.

"What happened?"

When the two arrived at the door, they naturally saw a somewhat disheveled Lapp.

Lapp's clothes were torn in many places, and he walked with a limp.

Lap waved.

"If you encounter someone who's hard to talk to, a night's rest will do the trick."

Without bringing up his own topic, Lapp entered the room and urged the two to enter the dream world.

"You can start getting ready for bed now. Remember, you don't have much time left, so seize the opportunity and find what I'm talking about."

Greyhound and W were still skeptical and were about to ask more questions. But Lapp had already grabbed the two of them and pinned them to the straw mat.

Lapp seemed a bit uneasy today; Greyhound and W both sensed his emotional instability.

The two lay down again on the straw mat that had been laid out.

Before long, their eyelids began to droop, and they seemed to hear meaningless whispers that pulled their minds deeper into an abyss.

It was at this moment that Lapp suddenly spoke up and said something.

"I almost forgot, if you see someone dressed similarly to me in your dream, do not make contact with them, and especially do not agree to let them send you out of the dream. If they kill you, it will weaken your connection with the dream, and you may leave the dream directly."

Greyhound and W could only hum twice in their dazed state to indicate that they had heard.

Then Lapp spoke up again.

"If you encounter someone wearing full armor, whose sword is covered in flames and can generate electricity... don't hesitate, just run."

Lapp's words immediately brought Greyhound and W to their senses by a degree.

The person he's talking about sounds so familiar!

Before they could even ask, their consciousness was grabbed by a large hand existing in the dream and dragged into the dream.

403. Living towards death

The fire burned until late at night, leaving a charred mess outside the camp.

Hai Si's body, ignited by the Cleansing Flame, transformed into a solid-liquid mixture, further expanding the area burned by the Cleansing Flame.

The smoke billowed into the sky, quickly forming another huge dark cloud.

The already gloomy Iberian sky became even more somber.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and apart from the scattered sparks within the camp, nothing could be seen around, making it seem like a mysterious and eerie city in the deep sea.

However, the people in the camp could not sleep with the fire burning, as they were acutely aware of the dangers that lay in their sleep.

"Apart from the groups I've called out, no one else is allowed to sleep."

Carmen stood inside the tent and addressed the judges under her command.

"I allow you to use any means necessary to stay awake, and the logistics department's tobacco supplies are available to you without restriction. But before I awaken, no one is to fall into a dream, understand?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Carmen!"

The judges straightened their backs, gave Carmen a ceremonial salute, and then left the camp as Carmen dismissed them to make their own arrangements.

Just as the judges left, a white-haired doctor lifted the tent flap and entered the camp.

"Lady Carmen, it seems you are ready."

Kal'tsit entered the tent carrying documents and some small biological specimen boxes, and placed them on the table under Carmen's watchful gaze.

"If I may ask, would you be able to tolerate the smell of coffee permeating the tent?"

As she spoke, Kal'tsit pulled out several more bags of coffee powder from her person.

The operative following behind her was pushing a small cart loaded with many instruments that Carmen didn't recognize, but one of them stood out in particular.

A sophisticated coffee machine.

"The aroma of coffee is very invigorating, Dr. Kal'tsit. If I could, I'd like to wake up to a hot cup of coffee. Xia"

Kal'tsit needs to stay here all night. While Carmen is in the dream, she is the highest authority in the camp, so she can't afford to doze off.

Carmen expressed her understanding.

"I understand. When you wake up, there will be a cup of coffee waiting for you."

Kal'tsit nodded, then unceremoniously placed the coffee machine on the shelf in the corner, plugged it in, and tore open the bag of coffee powder.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Dr. Kal'tsit."

After Carmen nodded to Kal'tsit again, she put on the coat that was placed aside and left the main tent.

Sweet dreams.

After saying goodbye to Carmen, Kal'tsit instructed the operators to place the items from the cart onto the emptied main table, one by one, in order.

This is what she has to do tonight.

Such a large number of Hai Si corpses, if they cannot be used for research and are simply burned, would not be worthy of her status as a researcher.

Similarly, this will also help her get through this long and difficult night.

As she watched the espresso slowly flow from the coffee machine's pipes, Kal'tsit rubbed her hands together and breathed on them.

It's so cold.

It looks like it's going to rain.

Meanwhile, in the building where the people of Rhodes Island lived, many people were gathered in the room of the Undead.

Hearing that the Undead was about to enter the Dream Realm, those who also needed to sleep that night came to the Undead's room after a small meeting to provide him with information.

"Entering a dream state is actually not a feeling, just like normal sleep. It's just that after falling asleep, you feel a pulling sensation."

Scout recalled the strange feeling he had when he fell asleep yesterday.

"It was like someone pulled my body through a thin membrane. And when I opened my eyes, I was already in a dream."

"Hmm...the membrane, is it still being stretched?"

Logos, standing nearby, was jotting down the keywords from Scout's words in his notebook. With his mental fortitude, staying up all night wasn't a burden.

However, after discussing it with Kal'tsit, Logos did not intend to back down.

As a member of the Sarkaz race, a successor of the mysterious language, Originium Arts, and sorcery, Logos may be able to gain inspiration from dreams.