Ark Undead

The moment he felt his finger being severed, the Undead gripped his greatsword with his right hand and, before Greyhound and W could react, slashed at the incoming object.

After experiencing the real, visibly slicing sensation, the Undead finally saw what he had been holding in his hand.

It was a severed tail, with sharp bone blades encircling the limbs as thick as a baby's arm. No wonder the undead had two fingers severed when they tried to grab it.

As the tail section broke off, a low cry of pain reached the ears of the three.

They looked up and saw a slender figure blocking the door to the navigation room behind them.

The shape of its body was completely distorted, with four thin limbs on a beast-like spine.

However, its head is unusually large; the facial organs are not clearly visible, but a huge mouth that spans the entire face is visible.

Its tail was twitching slightly, and the severed tail was still shaking on the ground.

Faced with such a monster, the three of them didn't say a word after they realized what was happening, and immediately launched an attack.

W threw out a small Originium explosive, while Greyhound conjured a large crystal shield in his left hand to block in front of him.

The Undead, on the other hand, decisively charged head-on at the monster.

The monster growled as it nimbly dodged to the side, avoiding the undead's frontal slash.

However, just as it was preparing to attack W, the miniature Originium explosives thrown by W were already in front of it.

boom!

The explosion echoed in the room as the greyhound approached the monster from the other side, cutting off its escape route.

The Undead dragged his sword and gave chase. The monster tried to escape, but the shield conjured by the Greyhound blocked its path.

The sword struck the limb squarely, and the already slender body was cleaved in two by the undead's immense strength.

A sharp scream erupted from the massive maw of its head, and in its final moments before death, it opened its mouth wide.

Rows of sharp teeth filled the dog's mouth, and just looking at the greyhound made his scalp tingle. He instinctively raised his shield in front of him.

Click...

A crisp shattering sound rang out as the enormous sharp teeth tore apart the crystal shield in the greyhound's hand and actually bit into the greyhound's arm.

The greyhound jumped back immediately, not caring about its arm, and flesh was torn off, blood spraying all over the ground.

From the severed head that had shattered the crystal shield, a frail upper limb propped itself up on the ground and stretched out its hand in a twisted manner.

Having tasted the blood, it still wanted to pursue.

But before he could crawl out even a step, the greatsword pierced through his head, pinning him to the floor.

Whoosh...

Clear flames ignited from the sword, instantly engulfing the nailed monster's body.

Amidst cries and howls, its entire body transformed into flames and dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.

"So strong."

The greyhound lowered its head, and the crystal completely covered the wound, stopping the gushing blood. Through the crystal, the pale white hand bones could be faintly seen.

Are you alright?

The Undead turned his head and glanced at the Greyhound.

The greyhound shook its head.

"We won't die, and even if we did, we wouldn't really die. We've gotten used to dying these past few days."

As he spoke, Greyhound stood up and stared at the remaining half of the corpse.

Has any of you seen this before?

No one answered the question, and Greyhound was about to take another closer look.

At that moment, a bright light suddenly filled the entire room.

The lights above the three people came on, causing them to squint instinctively.

When their eyes were adjusted to the light and they opened them again, the entire navigation room was brightly displayed before them.

Unlike before, there were no traces of those corpses in the navigation room.

Even the monster corpses that were originally on the ground blurred and then disappeared, as if turning into quicksand and merging into the ground.

In the center of the room, where the table had been, a complete statue was now displayed before everyone's eyes.

Not only the missing head, but even the person the statue was holding reappeared.

Greyhound leaned closer for a look, and his pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing became rapid.

The statue itself did not reveal any features; even its face was hidden under a black robe. Only two horns protruding from the black robe on its head proved that it was not a pure human.

The woman he was holding was someone Greyhound knew all too well.

Similar in style to the black robe, the woman's beautiful figure was outlined by the black robe under the influence of gravity.

Her long hair hung down naturally, and the two horns on her head curved at the base before pointing straight up to the top of her head.

With her eyes closed, her face showed a sorrowful and pitiful expression, but her body was completely devoid of strength.

W was also stunned, and she subconsciously took two steps forward.

"king?"

This is a statue of Theresa being held in the arms of an unknown person.

416. Embracing the Dark

After everyone gathered around the statue and saw its original appearance clearly, Greyhound and W almost lost their ability to speak.

I originally thought the king was only related to Kazdel, but I never expected to see such a scene in my dream.

Moreover, Theresa has already been confirmed as a genuine descendant of the Kazdel royal family, so why would she be associated with Agor?

It's important to understand that a statue is something with special symbolic meaning.

It can be said that it is closely related to faith and history.

The statue the three saw here had had Theresa's body and the head of the unidentified person destroyed before it was restored.

These two factors combined made the three of them immediately sense a strong sense of disharmony and strangeness.

The immortals have also witnessed events related to statues. Even those statues that were destroyed mostly symbolized the shifting of power and faith.

The special significance of the statue itself is hard to erase, and the discovery of Theresa's statue here may indicate some unknown past events.

"The king is a legitimate descendant of the Kazdel royal family, and he certainly has no relation to Agor in terms of lineage. These statues here might represent something..."

Greyhound's gaze lingered on the Theresa statue, then gradually shifted from the sleeping Theresa to the person holding her.

"The person holding the king... looks familiar."

Not only Greyhound, but even W nodded in agreement.

"Both the posture and the movements look familiar, especially the outfit."

W suddenly widened his eyes.

"Could it be a doctor?"

Greyhound turned to look at W and almost rolled his eyes.

"Does your PhD have horns on his head? If you're saying that PhDs these days cut off their horns, then I really think you might have something wrong with your head."

"No, look at this hood, this black robe, it really looks like what the Doctor wears. I didn't mean to smear him."

W initially thought he resembled the Doctor, but after Greyhound mentioned it, she realized it was him.

While the Doctor's race and identity remain a mystery to operators like W and Greyhound, there is one fact that Kal'tsit has revealed to everyone.

The Doctor's race is not any of the existing races in Terra; his identity and his brain are products that do not belong to the conventional era.

Kal'tsit has no reason to deceive elite operators. Furthermore, if the explanation itself is a lie, it's far too vague and only makes it more likely to arouse suspicion.

But looking at the head of the statue in front of him, the two horns are clearly a Sarkaz feature, which confirms that this unknown person is not the Doctor.

"Whether it's a PhD or not, this thing definitely exists."

Greyhound said earnestly.

“Lapp told us that dreams are scenes composed of a series of memories; they are a backup of reality and, in a sense, a continuation. Some future paths can be deduced through dreams.”

"This statue must have existed on this ship. And it must have existed for longer than we imagine."

The greyhound circled the statue again, memorizing every detail.

Then, he turned to look at the undead.

"Big brother, didn't you say that Rhodes Island sent people?"

"Yes."

The immortal, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

"Kal'tsit, and some elite operators."

"Kal'tsit is here too?"

Greyhound's eyes widened, seemingly surprised by Kal'tsit's outing.

"If she comes too, it means that the Agor incident might really be related to..."

The greyhound started speaking, but his voice trailed off.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up and spoke.

"Brother, after we leave this dream, I hope you can tell Kal'tsit everything we've encountered. Especially about this statue, you absolutely must tell her!"

The immortal was about to nod in agreement.

W, however, interrupted Greyhound at that moment.

"Hey! Why did you tell that old woman? Didn't we say we'd try to avoid involving Rhodes Island?"

W doesn't seem to want Kal'tsit involved in this matter.

But Greyhound's attitude was very serious and earnest.