Ark Undead

They have their own timekeeping habits, roughly based on their heart rate of around 10,000 beats per minute. However, this time isn't entirely accurate, since every time they enter a dream, there are always events that happen that make it difficult to keep track of the time.

Thousands of heartbeats have passed since they entered the dream; the remaining time may just be enough for them to explore the cabin.

The immortal didn't notice; he estimated that his awakening was entirely due to his will.

From the campfire, he felt the pull of the First Flame. However, in the dream, the Undead could not awaken the power of the First Flame within themselves.

The First Flame is likely blocked, preventing it from entering the dream world. This means that once an Undead accepts the First Flame from the campfire, they can leave the dream world.

"I see the influence of the ancient Kazdel court in the decorations of this ship."

To keep the atmosphere lively and prevent the three of them from getting bored while exploring, Greyhound kept talking as much as possible.

"The ancient Kazdel court is said to have inherited some of the customs and culture of the previous generation, but it gradually lost everything in the war."

"You understand very well."

The Undead remembered that Greyhound had said something similar before, whether in Yan or somewhere else.

Moreover, Greyhound always consciously observes his surroundings; his words and appearance make him seem like a scholar studying history.

"No, it's mainly because what I'm looking for is too deep. If I don't look at more things, I won't be able to find my target."

Greyhound chuckled. W had previously remarked that he seemed very knowledgeable. But in reality, he simply didn't want to miss any detail about the king.

"Getting back to the point, this ship is probably not in Kazdel territory, but more likely underwater, or even at the bottom of the sea."

Greyhound began analyzing information related to the ship.

"I don't know if you remember, but just before we entered the cabin, it was completely dark overhead. But we could occasionally see some shadows cast by the lights on the side of the ship."

"This must be underwater, and those shadows are deep-sea fish. Otherwise, there's no reason why this place would be so quiet."

"If we're talking about the sea, the only thing that comes to mind is Iberia. In other words, it's very likely that this is a giant ship anchored underwater."

As Greyhound spoke, he reached out and touched the wall to the side.

"The materials and appearance of the walls are indistinguishable. However, when we walk on the ground, it feels very solid under our feet, so it is definitely not made of load-bearing boards made of wood."

"Although I don't know much about the shipbuilding process, besides steel, the only other materials used to build ships are wood. With current technology, it's very difficult to make these two materials not deform easily when someone steps on them."

"Furthermore, I don't understand how such a large cabin could be built."

“I think this ship is a bit too big. We’ve been walking around for at least five minutes since we got inside the cabin, and we still haven’t reached the end of the ship. I’ve never heard of such a huge ship before.”

"The only possibility is that the technology comes from that underwater city. Otherwise, we can only say that we have fallen into a nightmare trap."

After hearing this, W subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

Behind them was the corner they had just passed. The corner wasn't long, but it connected two seemingly completely different areas.

"This doesn't look like a trap, it's a different setting. But there are the same wall decorations, and each room has a different room number."

W said.

"So, this is a single floor, and that single floor is this big?"

"Yes, we don't even know if the next corner is a staircase."

The greyhound pointed to the corner ahead.

"During Iberia's Golden Age, a considerable number of ships traveled to and from Iberia, and I suspect this is one of them... Hmm, but I remember..."

Greyhound fell into self-doubt, yet he vaguely remembered that it shouldn't be like this.

It was at this moment that W looked towards the room next door.

The door to this room is very special. Unlike the doors to other rooms, which are made of wood, this room has a specially colored iron door with a handle, and there is a control panel next to it.

"Navigation room?"

Greyhound looked at the words next to it.

"Is this room used to direct the direction of ships?"

The greyhound came to the door and tried to push it open.

But the gate didn't budge, showing no respect whatsoever to the greyhound.

He glanced at the control panel next to him, and with a single click, a blank blue progress bar appeared on its screen. Below the progress bar was a keyboard layout that Greyhound and W couldn't understand.

"So high-class!"

W leaned over and took a look.

"Does this mean we need to enter a password?"

"But we don't have the password."

Greyhound shrugged.

"Never mind, let's continue..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang exploded beside him.

The greyhound, startled, lowered its head and ran two steps forward. When it looked back, it saw that the Undead had punched the iron gate.

The Undead punched the door, leaving a deep fist-shaped imprint inwards.

"You, step back a little."

As he spoke, the Undead took down the greatsword from behind him.

Greyhound and W quickly took two steps back, and then they saw the Undead raise his greatsword and slash at the iron gate in front of him without hesitation.

After a deafening roar, the undead slashed open the iron gate, creating two gaps. The undead then used their greatsword to cut two more openings beside the gaps.

He then sheathed his greatsword and reached into the crevice.

With a piercing sound of steel tearing apart, the undead man ripped open the iron gate, wide enough for a person to crawl through.

"Hmm... I've wanted to try this for a while now."

The undead clenched his fist in satisfaction, then turned to look at them.

"It's open."

"..."

Greyhound and W looked at each other in disbelief; they never dreamed of such a destructive way of opening things up.

Before the two could even voice their exclamations, they saw the immortal being the first to crawl inside.

The two had no choice but to follow the immortal into the navigation room.

As soon as they entered the navigation room, they were hit by a nauseating, fishy stench.

It wasn't until the Greyhound covered its nose and the Undead raised its right hand to light a small flame that they saw what had happened inside the ship's navigation room.

Several tables were placed in the middle of the navigation room, embedded in the floor.

Around these tables, corpses slumped limply in chairs, their blood still flowing.

Severed limbs were everywhere, and some wounds were so violent that part of the flesh had been ripped out.

It looked exactly like the marks left by a ferocious beast.

Fortunately, none of the three were ordinary people.

Greyhound and W exchanged a furrowed brow and began examining the corpse's wounds.

The Undead looked directly at the largest table in the middle.

"Most of them are bites, lacerations, and some wounds that I don't understand."

Greyhound said while checking the wound.

"There were bloodstains on the road and messy footprints next to them."

"These people probably tried to resist, but they lost the ability to resist and were killed by being locked up inside."

W also looked through it a couple of times, and the conclusion was roughly the same as Greyhound's.

She stood up.

"It's hard to imagine what attacked this group of people... The bite marks on the ground are abnormal, completely different from the beasts and Originium Beasts we know."

"The fishy smell most likely indicates the presence of sea cucumber."

Greyhound also stood up and answered W's question.

"As you can see, the structure of those sea creatures is very strange. It's quite reasonable that they have such large sharp teeth and claws."

At this moment, the immortal stood motionless beside the table.

The two noticed that the immortals were not moving, so they couldn't help but turn around to take a look.

"come over."

The immortal said, his back to them.

"Take a look at this."

The greyhound approached the undead and discovered that the undead was looking down at a strangely shaped statue.

The statue's attire was excessively simple, consisting of just an ordinary robe. It had no head, and its arms seemed to be embracing something enormous, but something that should have been held in its arms had vanished.

Do you know each other?

The Undead looked at the greyhound beside him.

The greyhound shook its head.

"I don't recognize it, I've never seen it before, and I haven't seen any statues with similar poses in any books."

The undead have always paid close attention to these statues.

After all, much information can be learned from faith, and statues, in a sense, are often associated with faith.

Just as the Undead were about to reach out and touch the statue, a very subtle whooshing sound came from behind the three of them.

The immortal turned around immediately, his hand accurately locating the object by sound and grabbing it as it flew towards him.

Then, most of his left hand fingers were cut off.

Fortunately, the Undead managed to shift slightly to the side before the thing broke free of its restraints.

Otherwise, this thing in his hand would have pierced straight through his chest.