Ark Undead

"King Theresia died in a secret sacrifice, which is part of the hidden history of Kazdel."

When Greyhound said these words, W's expression was calm. She had also changed somewhat from before; she was no longer so eccentric, and her hostility had been contained.

If it were in the past, W would definitely not have given this topic a pleasant look.

But now she has learned to face this reality.

"I don't know if you know, but the doctor has regained some of his past memories."

When Greyhound told this story, he was a little worried that what he said might sound like a complaint to the Undead.

After all, the Doctor and the Undead had a good relationship, and he didn't want to be the one to reveal this information.

But the immortal just nodded.

"I know."

The greyhound breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, after the doctor regained his memory, we took some of the clues we found to him, and he told us that this was Queen Theresa's plan."

"That death, and the collapse of Queen Theresa's army, were all choices made by Queen Theresa."

"And what the Queen truly desired has already returned to the world as she had hoped. More clues and secrets, even the body of Queen Theresa, seem to be hidden in Agor."

“I don’t believe that this is the outcome Queen Theresa wanted, so I followed her here.”

Greyhound paused for a moment, and then spoke slowly and deliberately, as if expressing his determination.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe that Queen Theresa would accept such a secretive death as her end."

"She should, surrounded by people, peacefully close her eyes and die in a grand peace ceremony."

"If this death is part of her plan, I will follow her plan and see what her purpose is."

"Or perhaps, she didn't die completely at all, but... just hid away."

As W said this, he lowered his gaze slightly.

All their efforts and choices so far have been in order to follow in the footsteps of that king.

Kal'tsit had no choice, nor did the Doctor; they had to manage the vast Rhodes Island and devote their energy to protecting the infected.

Perhaps people like Greyhound and W are the most suitable to uncover these hidden secrets.

Their ideals and aspirations were very pure, and it was precisely because of this that their originally weak spirit and soul were sustained.

The Undead made no comment on this.

Greyhound's current appearance is exactly the same as Solar's appearance at a certain time.

Solal firmly believed that his faith lived on and that he glorified all things in the world as a god.

What happened next was rather cruel. But at least Solar regained his faith and stepped into the First Forge with the Undead.

The Undead didn't know Greyhound's fate, nor did he know where the person named Theresa was now.

So he said.

"Yes, you also need to find Agor."

"Yes, Agor is the source of all the answers."

Greyhound said firmly.

"At least I need to unravel the mystery from back then. If Queen Theresa is really dead, I need to see her body before I can accept this ending."

Needless to say, W naturally thought the same thing.

Neither of them ever considered themselves as Rhodes Island residents.

From the very beginning, they have adhered to their bottom line as Babel operators.

"I understand."

The immortal nodded.

"Rhodes Island has sent many people to Agor to deal with the Sea Siege. If you have any difficulties, come to us."

"When this dream ends, perhaps we can cooperate."

Greyhound and W were clearly surprised that Rhodes Island had also come to Iberia; they thought this kind of thing was the norm in Iberia.

"We are now in an abandoned village on the Iberian coast. We were able to enter the dream world because of a collaboration with a man named Lapp, who gave us a way to stabilize in the dream world and told us that the path to Agor is hidden within the dream world."

"and many more."

The Undead was initially listening quietly as the Greyhound recounted his situation.

But he heard that name.

"You mean, Lap?"

...

The encounter between the Undead and the Greyhound was unexpected by everyone.

Lapp never imagined that his existence would be so easily revealed because of a meeting he had on a whim and the betrayal of his business partner.

However, there is another person who is also involved in this conversation between the Undead and the Greyhound.

After concluding her conversation with the Fire Mage, Kal'tsit returned to the main tent.

However, Kal'tsit has completely lost interest in continuing her research.

Her mind was filled with the words the Fire Mage had told her.

The words that denied her character, personality, and even her memories up to this point kept swirling in Kal'tsit's mind.

Kal'tsit even vaguely believed that what the Fire Mage said was true.

She couldn't understand why. After all, even when Theresa said that she was too stubborn, Kal'tsit just casually dismissed it with a simple "Everyone is different."

That is, when she sat back down in her tent, the voice rang in her ears again.

This time, however, it wasn't a muffled sound.

Even amidst the noise of raindrops and wind, the sound was clearly audible.

"Kal'tsit..."

Kal'tsit's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked up at her side.

There was nothing there, but the voice was incredibly clear, as if it were being spoken right next to her ear.

"Kal'tsit, I can see you, you've come."

Kal'tsit's right hand, which was resting on the table, clenched into a fist in an instant, and the shadow beneath her surged.

Mon3tor was restless because its owner was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Kal'tsit knew whose voice it was; she had spoken with her countless times.

After she left, Kal'tsit locked herself in her room and played the cassette tapes she had left her over and over again.

That's why Kal'tsit felt strangely angry and confused by the voice.

"Kal'tsit...do you remember me? I am..."

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, the shadow beneath Kal'tsit seemed to boil, with countless streams of black energy spreading upwards along her figure. And from within that figure, the frenzied roar of Mon3tor also spread outwards without any restraint.

After a long while, a judge stood outside the main hall and asked loudly with a hint of surprise.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, has something happened again? I think I heard a roar?"

Fortunately, the torrential rain dispersed much of Mon3tor's sound.

A long silence fell over the tent. Then, Kal'tsit's weary voice came from inside.

"It's nothing, I just thought of some things and got a little emotional, I'm sorry."

"Is that so? Then I'll take my leave."

The figure left the camp.

Kal'tsit stared directly at the flesh and blood specimen placed in front of her.

This is flesh and blood taken from Haisi's corpse.

It should have lost all activity and severed ties with its species.

But right in Kal'tsit's sight, on the surface of this piece of flesh, after malicious twisting and writhing, part of the flesh bulged outward, forming a line of writing.

The handwriting in this line is neat and beautiful, like a standard cursive script written by a nobleman with a quill pen.

But on Hai Si's flesh and blood, such beauty transformed into an inescapable eeriness and fear.

"Kal'tsit, I'm waiting for you to come to me."

—Theresa

413. Building Agor's ships

Kal'tsit did not tell anyone the message Theresa left on the corpse.

This includes the Fire Mage and the elite operators around her.

This situation was so bizarre that it led Kal'tsit to make some strange speculations.

There is no doubt that Theresa is dead. But her voice can be heard in Kal'tsit's ears, and she even left a message for Kal'tsit.

This is not a good sign. Everyone on Rhodes Island is carrying on the legacy of that king, and this kind of thing will only make it harder for them to concentrate on their work.

Kal'tsit decided to keep the news a secret for the time being.

Coincidentally, the message that the Fire Mage told Kal'tsit also encouraged her to actively enter and engage with the dream world.

She will find the truth about Theresa in her dreams.

If anyone with ulterior motives uses her voice, her words, or even her appearance in an attempt to distort and corrupt Kal'tsit's will.

Kal'tsit will definitely present this mastermind with a grand gift of her own.

On the other side, the Undead, who had already completed the initial communication, also obtained information about Lapp from Greyhound and W.