Ark Undead

Sunlight shone on the splattered mud, which seemed to vaporize, melting away in the sunlight and turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Gracefully retracted the long spear from her hand behind her back, straightened her tall figure, and looked at the mud without any emotion.

She knew she had only defeated a fake. After all, according to Skadi's description, the most recognizable attack of the undead was that his flames were not attached to his greatsword.

And none of the Originium Arts that the legendary War Knights were said to use were used in this battle.

This fake immortal is like an extremely clumsy greatsword warrior. Apart from brute strength, it has no fighting skills to boast about.

In Goredia's eyes, only mediocre warriors could be defeated by her.

However, this also confirms a fact.

That means the dream is indeed different from before; it is actively collecting information about people who enter the dream and reproducing it.

Perhaps some of the power that Gretia unleashed in her battle against the undead has been collected by this dream and will appear in other people's dreams.

While her mind was still processing the changes in her dream, Goredia's surroundings were undergoing rapid transformations.

Under the sunlight, the filth turned into wisps of black smoke that rose into the sky.

It vanished without a trace, as if it had been purified.

Right in the center of the square, where the undead had been defeated, a bonfire appeared out of thin air.

The base of the campfire was made up of countless unidentified bones, and in the center of the bones was a long sword with a spiral blade.

Goredia glanced over and saw that it was the spiral sword that was on display in the Undead's room.

The last time Goredia saw this campfire was just before she left the dream.

Are we leaving the dream world so soon?

Goredia was somewhat surprised, but she did not sense any signs of consciousness leaving her body.

The campfire did not burn; only tiny sparks swirled on the spiraling longsword, creating patterns resembling lava.

After a moment's hesitation, Goredia stepped forward and tried to touch the top of the longsword with her hand.

Wow!

Just as Gretia's hand approached the campfire, a cluster of flames suddenly emerged from the pile of bones, spiraling upwards along the longsword.

In the blink of an eye, the campfire was truly lit.

Goredia could clearly feel that the spirit and strength that had just been depleted in her body seemed to return to her body the moment the campfire was lit.

And it seemed that there was something more, something that Gretia hadn't noticed, that had entered her body along with the campfire.

As she marveled at the campfire in front of her, Goredia heard footsteps behind her.

Goredia turned around instantly, and the long spear she was holding in her right hand was instantly enveloped in water vapor. A storm gathered and pointed towards the location from which the sound came.

Just before the storm pierced her flesh, a panicked cry interrupted Goredia's plan to act.

"Oh! Don't worry! I'm not some kind of monster!"

The storm abruptly stopped before the approaching party and dissipated into the air.

Goredia remembered the voice, and her breathing quickened instantly.

"Hehe, I knew you'd be reasonable. After all, it's only our first meeting, so it's normal to be a little wary. But don't attack me, I'm a normal person."

Before Goredia stood a large, bald man wearing a strange trench coat.

The smoothness of his scalp was so high that it could almost reflect the sunlight falling from the sky back. It even made Goredia momentarily think of a giant light bulb.

Goredia wasn't about to let this matter pass by so easily.

"Don't play dumb. I remember your voice. How did you find me?"

He did not put down the spear; in fact, the spear once again showed signs of condensation.

Seeing this, the bald man seemed to start to panic again.

He quickly put his hands together and said something rapidly.

“I’m definitely not here to harm you. After all, even if I was wrong last time, you still found the right path, right? I didn’t lie to you. I told you this path is the right one, so it is.”

The bald man's words were delivered with intonation and rhythm, like something out of a play, making them sound somewhat comical.

"That kick was just a professional habit... no, it's an old habit of mine. When I see someone with their back to me, I can't help but kick them. I didn't mean to hurt you!"

Seeing that the storm on Goredia's spear seemed to be getting thicker, the bald man quickly spoke at lightning speed.

"I'm so sorry, I apologize. Please forgive me, since you did find the right path!"

As he spoke, the bald man even knelt down on both knees and placed his hands on the ground.

Seeing the somewhat comical sight of the bald man in front of her, Goredia slowly put down the long spear in her hand.

He was right; Goredia did indeed find the right path with his help.

"what your name?"

“My name is Patch, and I’m quite familiar with this place.”

When Nappa heard that Gretia's tone seemed to have softened, he immediately put on a different face.

His lips curled up slightly, his eyes were almost slits, and his tone of voice became greasy.

"As an apology, I can be your guide and offer you help while you are still in this dream."

"Of course, this kind of service will definitely cost money. As for the specific price, we'll talk about it later. There's no rush now, is there?"

The more Gretia listened, the stranger it seemed.

Why would a strange character like Patch appear in this dream?

But the crucial point is that Patch did indeed help Gladys. Otherwise, Gladys would have simply pierced Patch's head with a long spear.

"Um..."

While Greta was still scrutinizing Patch, Patch had already gotten up from the ground.

He chuckled as he crouched down next to a vehicle that had now been turned into a decoration on the side of the square.

With his legs spread apart and hands resting on his knees, it was a pose that resembled that of a thug, yet it looked perfectly natural on him.

"Be more specific."

Goredia was quite interested in the help that Patch offered.

Patch simply pointed to the campfire behind Goredia.

Do you know what that thing is?

"Ah, you might not know, you might know. But you definitely don't know what it's used for, am I right?"

...

Let's leave Goredia aside for now.

Skadi, on the other hand, encountered a strange situation.

Skadi easily dealt with the battles and attacks of the Undead.

Skadi had fought alongside the Undead more than once. She was one of the few who knew the true strength of the Undead best.

The immortal being before them differed far too much from the true form in the details of its movements.

When Skadi saw the undead, she knew she had definitely encountered a nightmare.

After easily tearing the nightmare apart, Skadi fell silent as a campfire suddenly appeared.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that she heard footsteps behind her.

Skadi turned around instantly, and just as she saw who it was, a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Skadi?"

A blonde girl gripped her javelin warily and crept toward Skadi.

But the moment she saw Skadi, she shouted out excitedly.

"Skadi! You too, are dreaming!"

Skadi was even more confused about the situation.

Because this is someone who is completely impossible to appear in a dream.

Kerbera.

406. Special Guest

For Skadi, seeing Kroos here was a unique kind of horror.

Her first thought was, could this dream already be able to simulate those who didn't enter the dream?

Skadi almost killed Ceobe with a single sword strike.

Even when Skadi's sword was about to strike Ceobe, Ceobe still looked bewildered, so Skadi withdrew her greatsword.

"Skadi?"

Looking at Kroos's silly face, Skadi hesitated for a moment, then took two steps back.

She decided to talk to the Kroos in front of her first.

"Little Ke, how did you get in?"

"Little Ke is dreaming!"

Kroos seemed to know she was dreaming; when she heard Skadi's voice become serious, she also became more serious.

However, they only took it a little bit seriously.

"So, in your dreams, you could see anyone!"

"But I've never seen it in my dreams before."

It seemed like it was the first time Ceobe had seen someone she knew in a dream, and she looked very excited.

"Keobe believed that in this dream, there was only Keobe!"

Kroos took two more steps forward, trying to get closer to Skadi.