Ark Undead

Kroos shook her head. She didn't know when she would wake up. These things happened inexplicably. Sometimes she might stay in her dream for more than ten hours before waking up.

She remembered that the Undead had asked her before why she slept for so long.

The thought of the immortals made Kroos's two ears stand up suddenly.

"Skadi! You're with the Undying!"

"Correct."

Skadi left with the Undead; the night before, Kroos and Melantha had held a bonfire party in the Undead's room.

The fire-prevention lady was very happy to receive them and even offered them small cakes that she had made at the dessert enthusiasts' club.

"Where is that Undying Fool?!"

Kroos was eagerly anticipating seeing the immortals in his dreams.

But Skadi could only shake her head.

"I don't know. In reality, I'm with the immortals. But in this dream, I haven't found his location yet."

"The nightmares stationed here are the incarnations of the undead. But it's strange, they used to be just remnants of the Sea Kings, why have they now taken the form of undead?"

Dreams are evolving.

This is something that not only Greta knows.

Skadi and Laurentina were also aware of this problem, and the situations they encountered in their respective dreams were quite different.

In the earliest times, there were only some surviving sea creatures.

Later on, the lingering souls that were unable to leave the dream also appeared in their dreams.

Now, anyone who enters the dream will be recreated in the dream and become the enemy standing in front of them.

This is undoubtedly an evolution, perhaps part of the evolution of the sea creatures, and the entire group is beginning to accept this change.

However, for deep-sea hunters, this means that the dream world is becoming increasingly dangerous, beyond their control.

"Then let's go find the Undying Stranger!"

Kroos suddenly clenched his fist, looking quite energetic, and spoke earnestly to Skadi.

"Can you find it?"

Skadi hadn't held out much hope, but since Ceobe had been able to find her, perhaps she could also find the Undead.

The way deep-sea hunters travel through dreams is by killing themselves with weapons, and they will then awaken in another dream.

The weapons in their hands were meaningless to them.

They can roughly control when they wake up, but this is still very dangerous.

If some enemy were seeking revenge, and one were sleeping too deeply, they might not even realize a blade was slicing across their own neck.

Therefore, deep-sea hunters have very high requirements for their hiding places, and sometimes they can't even really fall asleep, but just close their eyes and pretend to sleep to simply recover their energy.

This is why Skadi cooperated with Rhodes Island and used Rhodes Island as a hideout for herself.

Because Rhodes Island can truly provide a safe sleeping environment for deep-sea hunters.

At least here, Skadi doesn't need to consciously control her sleep time, nor does she need to simply close her eyes and rest.

"Keopatra, where we can find the Undead! But we still have to search."

Kroos came to the campfire, stared at it, and then reached out her hand.

The instant the flames touched her, Skadi saw countless pale yellow wisps of smoke suddenly appear in the space around her.

The smoke looked almost exactly like the smoke she had seen when she entered the Undead Arena in Minos.

Within the smoke, the two figures gradually disappeared, as if they had merged into the thin layer of yellow mist.

The arrival of Kroos did indeed bring about a shocking change in Skadi's perception.

The changes in my dreams seem to have started long ago, not just this time.

Meanwhile, under Patch's guidance, Goredia gradually came to understand the purpose of the campfire.

After realizing that the campfire could connect different dreams and pin them down, Goredia also understood the true meaning of the campfire's existence.

"Do you think the dream itself is limited by this campfire?"

Grace looked at Patch beside her and asked.

"Haven't you seen this in your dreams before?"

"Have."

Patch is telling the truth.

"But that was only possible for a single person to wake a campfire in a dream. This is the first time I've ever seen such a large-scale campfire."

"Large-scale?"

Grandia realized that what Patch was talking about must be this time: everyone who had come into contact with the undead could kill the nightmare and awaken the campfire after entering the dream.

What do you see as the difference?

"This can only mean that someone is trying to invade the dream and transform it into something that belongs to them."

Patch seemed quite familiar with this situation, and Goredia was increasingly unsure of Patch's intentions.

"But for me, anything is acceptable. I am a remnant soul trapped in a dream. For me, what's most important is having fun."

As he spoke, Patch picked his nose, completely disregarding his manners.

Although he didn't have much of a demeanor.

Grandia originally wanted to subtly inquire about how long Patch had existed in the dream and why she had never met this man before.

But just as Gretia was about to ask a question, a strange fluctuation came from the air.

At this moment, the two people still existing in the world of Goredia realized that something had changed.

"Oh, someone's coming."

Patch turned her gaze to the building next to her.

Inside the building, a figure slowly emerged.

Goredia gripped her spear; she would act immediately if things went wrong.

Footsteps came from inside the building, walked all the way to the door, and stopped.

Patch also stood up from the ground, took two steps back, and retreated behind Goredia.

Goreia glanced at Patch. Why did this guy look so afraid of death? And why did he approach Goreia just now?

Just as Greta was distracted, the building's door was kicked open, and a figure in deep black mixed with some silver-white jumped out.

At the same time, the sound of gears turning and steel rubbing together came from the weapon in the man's hand.

Without hesitation, Goredia wielded her spear, clashing it against the figure lunging at her.

The friction of the steel left deep marks on Goredia's hands.

After a close struggle, the dark figure was sent flying backward, spun twice in the air, and landed steadily.

"Laurentina?"

Grandia was slightly taken aback. The person in front of her was indeed Laurentina, in terms of appearance, weapon, and combat tactics.

"Greteia?"

Laurentina seemed to realize that the target of her attack was her own teammate, and that his expression, actions, and some of his habits were exactly the same as she remembered him.

Are you real?

"Take a guess?"

As she spoke, water vapor began to condense on the long spear in Laurentina's hand, showing no intention of holding back against Laurentina in front of her.

Laurentina also twisted the handle of her weapon with a serious expression, the teeth of the chainsaw head spinning rapidly, sparks flying everywhere.

The confrontation between the two seemed illogical, yet it was perfectly reasonable to them.

Because they could no longer perceive the situation of either party.

Deep-sea hunters are bound by blood; as long as the distance is not too far, they can sense the location and situation of their companions.

But now, their connection has been suddenly severed, and they can no longer be found.

However, there is another way.

Greta glanced at Laurentina's fingers, then slowly lowered the spear in her hand.

"You are real."

“How come you see?”

Laurentina couldn't fully trust Greta either. She still gripped the chainsaw warily.

Grandia raised her left hand and pointed at Laurentina's finger.

"That ring cannot be copied. We exchanged information before, didn't we?"

Upon hearing this, Laurentina took a deep breath and then put down the chainsaw.

"You're right."

The ring on Laurentina's hand is the same biting ring that Skadi obtained in Minos.

At first, it was just hoped that Laurentina could rely on it to stay awake, but unexpectedly it became the answer to distinguish friend from foe in her dreams.

"So how did you get here?"

Seeing that Laurentina had lowered her guard, Greta took two steps forward and approached Laurentina.

"A campfire? The old way?"

"The old way."

Laurentina said.

"Although I've seen Mr. Undead's campfire outside, I dare not move it. Dreams change too quickly and are completely unpredictable; I can't be sure if this is a trap."

Laurentina is very cautious.