Ark Undead

Sensing the collapse of the energy in front of him at the last moment, the Undead thoughtfully withdrew his left foot that had been extended.

Without a doubt, this is fake.

They lack the fighting spirit and power of the Deepsea Hunters.

But if you ask how an immortal can distinguish between the real and the fake?

If it were Goredia, the Undead's first attack would definitely not be a defensive one.

Instead, he took a step back and thrust out with his long spear, attacking the head of the undead.

Deepsea Hunters' battles are spectacular and dangerous, but one thing will never change.

That is the courage to face death and live.

404. A Small Carving Enters the Dream

After "Gredia's" corpse disappeared, the undead seemed to sense something in the air moving away from their bodies.

At that very moment, the fungal carpets that he could see clinging to the walls or ceiling began to recede from his sight.

Following any crawlable path, they returned to the surrounding rooms.

When the undead tried to push open the doors around them, the doors closed tightly.

After thinking for a moment, the immortal simply kicked open the wooden door.

The wooden door shattered with a cracking sound, and in the eyes of the immortal, there was a room exactly like the one in the real world, with no trace of any fungal carpet crawling inside.

In other words, these fungal mats were not hidden in a room, but rather exited the building in a way that would be acceptable to the undead.

The undead didn't even realize how the fungal carpet disappeared; it was as if everything they had seen before was an illusion.

The Undead reached out, tapped his helmet, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The dream not only severed his connection with the First Flame, but also blocked part of his senses, allowing him to only feel very vague warnings without being able to pinpoint his location.

This feeling was very familiar to the Undead; he felt the same way before he obtained the Primordial Flame.

There were no warnings from the First Flame; he relied entirely on his intuition and his eyes to judge the situation.

And it was under such perception that he walked step by step toward death, and was reborn from death, ultimately becoming who he is today.

For a moment, the immortal even felt as if he had entered a new world within a painting.

Even the hand holding the greatsword began to tremble slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the Undead suppressed his excitement and headed down the stairs to the bottom floor.

He wanted to go out and see what the outside world had become.

The strange phenomena in the entire building have been cleared away. The Undead walked all the way to the door but did not find anything resembling a fungal carpet.

Until he looked out at the world.

Within the undead's field of vision, the surface of everything was covered with tiny, scattered fungal carpets.

These fungal mats kept wriggling, trying to cover the buildings and the vehicles parked outside.

However, when the undead stepped out of the building, the creep temporarily stopped moving, the tentacles on the surface trembled slightly, and there was no further tendency to expand.

The Undead didn't care about the nature of the fungal carpet. He had already spotted another familiar figure standing in the square.

"Scout?"

The undead called out his name while gently placing the greatsword at his side.

The cold steel was not covered in flames as usual. But this pure and heavy steel brought a completely different sense of oppression to the undead.

Scout turned around, and before he could even wave at the undead, the blade was already flashing in front of him.

"Hey! Wait, no one's dead! I'm not a fake!"

The Undead ignored him and continued their attack.

Scout tried to get away from the Undead by constantly dodging and weaving, but his retreat was blocked by the blades, one by one.

Left with no other option, Scout also pulled out his crossbow and dagger and began trying to fight the undead.

However, this was destined to be in vain.

Scout's strength was far inferior to that of the undead, so naturally, the short sword in his hand was also inferior...

Ding.

To the Undead's surprise, Scout's dagger actually managed to block the Undead's attack.

The Undead looked at Scout with slight surprise.

Scout, however, slightly raised his head, and his expression and eyes instantly went from lively to stiff.

Scout's voice gradually became ethereal in the undead's ears, as if countless people were speaking simultaneously in his ear.

"Why are you attacking me?"

"Because you are not, Scout."

The Undead had no time to explain himself; as he spoke, he raised his greatsword, about to bring it down.

Scout, on the other hand, simply stopped retreating and stood still, raising the short knife in his hand.

"It's useless. The previous nightmare you killed had already collected your power information, and the re-simulated nightmare won't be so easily defeated by you..."

boom!

The guy who called himself Nightmare hadn't even finished speaking when the greatsword shattered his dagger's defense and he was cleaved in two from head to toe.

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

Even the Undead himself didn't know what he was capable of. After receiving the First Flame, he hadn't yet had a proper fight with his full power.

Perhaps he had a few happy matches when he first awakened in Terra. But now he has no memory of that time, so he can't be sure of how strong he has become.

Although the connection with the Primordial Flame was temporarily severed, the body strengthened by the Primordial Flame was genuine.

The Undead only needed to exert a little more force to easily annihilate the nightmare before him.

These guys who call themselves Nightmare seem to be able to gather combat information?

The Undead hung the greatsword back behind him, and once again felt something leave his body.

The Undead frowned slightly; this feeling was unsettling. He tried to reach out and follow the faint trace of it, but only grasped at thin air.

At the same time, the fungal carpet across the entire plaza was disappearing at an extremely rapid pace. Until everything within the undead's sight became completely clean, revealing the camp's true form in reality.

It seems that Nightmares are monsters that manage an area? Once the Nightmare in this area is killed, these creeps whose purpose is unknown will also be driven away.

Within seconds of the nightmare disappearing, a strange hissing sound rang in the undead's ears.

Just like the voice described by Goredia and Skadi, it was a muffled call from the deep sea, and it was also the voice of Agor.

"@#%……&*%JPY You come...to find JPY%……&……JPY. You come to the lost homeland."

At first, the Undead couldn't hear it clearly, but the closer the sound was to his ears, the clearer he could hear the hissing.

After that, even though the immortals couldn't understand those words, he still grasped the information they contained.

However, the voice was really annoying, so the Undead said in his mind.

"Shut up."

The moment the voice reached the Undead, the words that had just been spoken stopped abruptly, leaving only a very long, low whisper.

It sounded like panting, or perhaps like a long, drawn-out breath.

After a few seconds of silence, the immortal's ears suddenly exploded.

Even the immortal's body swayed slightly, and its brows furrowed in pain.

The voice seemed to be enraged by the undead's rebuke of "shut up," and the sounds it emitted became increasingly incomprehensible.

The Undead clutched his head, gritted his teeth, and shouted in his mind again.

I said, shut up!

Wow!

The sound vanished instantly, and everything disappeared without a trace. The sound just now seemed like a hallucination. Only the still somewhat aching head made the Undead realize that it was not a hallucination.

And when the Undead raised their heads again, even the dark clouds that had been shrouding Iberia in the sky vanished without a trace in an instant.

The sunlight naturally fell on the ground, and the armor of the undead began to gleam.

After the whispering voice that had been in the undead's ear left, it was as if a curse had been lifted, and everything changed.

The Undead took off his helmet and rubbed his forehead.

He remembered the voice that had spoken in his ear just now. When the Undead first met Skadi, he had driven away something that was residing in Skadi with just one glance.

And the sound that thing made when it panicked and fled was the same sound we just heard.

It seems to recognize itself?

Those who don't die won't know.

This dream has brought some surprises to the immortal; he seems to be able to find more clues within it.

Take a closer look at the sky.

The sky above the camp looked like it had a huge hole, and sunlight streamed down naturally through the opening.

The closer you get to the sea, the denser the clouds become, until all you see up to the horizon is endless darkness.

This is undoubtedly a hint or guidance, an attempt to lead the undead to search for it.

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

The undead moved on to other buildings.

Shouldn't we clear out the current location before heading to the next one?

In the immortals' dream, the camp became safe.

Scout encountered the same situation in his dream.

"Scout".