Ark Undead

"The immortal explained."

"And I guessed it, you definitely have a way to follow us."

“That’s true. My connection with Alk is very strong. Besides, this isn’t my first time in this dream. If I hadn’t wanted to, the dream itself might not have been able to pull me in at all.”

The doctor uttered this shocking truth in concise and eloquent words.

Even the undead can resist entering a dream. However, that is based on their primordial flame as a foundation, resisting the forced pull of the dream.

But how did the doctor manage to do that?

Faced with the undead's questioning gaze, the doctor simply extended his hand.

He gently pulled off his gloves.

At this moment, the immortals noticed that the doctor's almost entirely exposed skin had spiderweb-like cracks.

And on these cracks, there is a bright substance, like lava, flowing gradually along the cracks.

After the doctor removed his gloves, the Undead could even see tiny sparks swirling around his body.

"That's why I almost never show my face to ordinary people."

The doctor calmly put his gloves back on.

"Since participating in the ritual that awakened you for the second time, I have become what I am today."

The Undead was also stunned for a moment. He never expected that the Doctor standing in front of him would have such an appearance.

"These are marks that only those who are engulfed in flames can have. You... my intuition was right."

“Yes, from the moment we met in Chernobog, you saw the source of my pain immediately; I was indeed burned by flames.”

The doctor nodded, officially beginning the discussion.

"The ritual to awaken you requires a member with a royal soul, whose soul strength is sufficient to withstand the burning of the flames, in order to ignite the First Flame itself."

Did Kal'tsit tell you?

The matter the doctor was referring to was, of course, the fact that Theresa was used as a sacrifice to summon the undead.

It's obvious that the immortals are already known.

He nodded silently, unsure how to evaluate the situation.

"It's good that you know, and you probably won't feel any mental burden. We all know that this is something we can't help."

The doctor nodded and said.

"Kazdel is the place where ancient kings fell. Each king of Kazdel has a mission, and the Kazdel royal family is the best vessel for the king's soul."

"Your soul fragments will grant them special powers, enabling them to become strong and achieve their ideals."

"But they were, after all, experimental subjects, second-generation human beings designed to withstand the power of the abyss. From the very beginning of the design, we tried our best to minimize the influence of their souls and humanity on them."

"Therefore, Theresa was destined to die. Because her soul simply could not withstand the burning of such pure flames."

"So, in this situation, what is the best alternative?"

The doctor spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

"Of course it's me."

As a child of the abyss who has survived since the deep-sea era, the Doctor, who has absorbed enough souls and humanity, is the best choice.

"The facilities in Chernobog are a simplified version of the Throne of Desire, which is the design concept that Miss Firefly provided for us. Under such circumstances, I should still be able to maintain a certain level of thinking and rationality."

"No matter how you felt at that time, at least you came back, and that's the best-case scenario."

As the doctor spoke, he casually pulled a book from the bookshelf next to him and tossed it to the Undead.

The immortal casually took it and looked down at it.

This book contains historical events recorded in the cuneiform language of the Age of Fire.

"Many factors were considered during the design of this ship, and it has left behind a lot of historical records."

“I told Theresa how to awaken you, and she made this choice after weighing the options. Such a noble and great sacrifice could not have been achieved through my meddling.”

"But that's precisely why, if you want to get something from a dream, you have to leave something behind here."

"Here, Theresa witnessed for the first time the effects left by the First Flame and found the remnants of the First Flame that were used to ignite the World Barrier. She also bid farewell to her past and was no longer weak or hesitant."

"The Theresa who remains here today is an abyssal nightmare driven by her malice."

"This is also the opportunity I'm leaving for Kal'tsit."

The immortal looked up at the doctor.

He asked.

"Kal'tsit, have you arrived?"

“She was ahead of you; she once lived on this giant ship. So her location is based on an important place in her memory, and she arrived a little earlier than you.”

The doctor explained.

"Now, she is facing her past, and Miss Fire should have played a role in this process."

"Nightmare Theresa is not only a challenge in my plan, but also Theresa's last chance to communicate with Kal'tsit."

"Before Kal'tsit completes her trial, I hope you can do me a favor."

Just as the immortal was about to ask him what it was, he heard a loud roar beside him.

He instinctively turned his head and gripped the greatsword behind him with his right hand.

“Stop Him.”

The Undead only heard the Doctor utter those last words before he vanished in the Undead's eyes as a phantom.

Meanwhile, W had already shouted out.

"Danger! Watch out!"

The greyhound's body crashed into several bookshelves with a loud thud.

When Greyhound raised his head and looked at what was in front of him, a solidified crystal weapon had appeared in his hand.

In a panic, the greyhound held a small shield in front of it, and its limbs struck the shield, sending the greyhound flying once again.

Greyhound only managed to land steadily on the ground after he felt a large hand cover his back, which neutralized his momentum as he continued to retreat.

"Be careful."

Greyhound whispered to the Undead.

"Its power is a bit too outrageous... You probably won't get the better of it."

On the other side, amidst the continuous explosions, W also threw out the Originium explosives in his hand as he came to the side of the two.

"How to do?"

W asked.

"How should we handle this? The same as before?"

The immortal did not respond to their conversation.

His gaze was drawn to the figure that occupied the center of the entire archive room.

Its body, resembling a viscous colloid, with its surging, irregular surface covered in mud, appears to be a bizarre, writhing form composed entirely of sludge.

With just one glance, even a non-dead person could associate this thing with some disgusting thing from their memory.

The Profound Saint – Eldridge.

As part of the powers of dreams, the combination of the deep sea and fear led the Lord of the Masses to find this special existence in the memories of the undead.

Corresponding to his identity as a hunter of dream invaders, Eldridge merges with the power of the Nightmare, resurrecting from his memories.

Seeing Eldridge again, I felt nauseous, even though I wasn't dead.

The doctor was probably referring to stopping Him, and he was probably referring to Eldridge.

Awakened from his memories, the Undead took the greatsword from his back.

Without hesitation, the Undead chose the simplest and most brutal method.

"Yes, kill him."

428. The Unbreakable Rules

The dark black sludge spread outwards, and after losing the upper part of the feeding area that originally served as a visual buffer, the remaining body brought a great shock to any human being who still had rationality.

The body, now consisting only of viscous liquid and coarse particles, dispersed in all directions around the library in this state, along with a dark black substance resembling silt mixed with Originium crystals.

It was not without reason; when facing three people at the same time, it displayed a strong sense of territory.

We need to take over the library first!

Faced with the summoned mud monster, the Undead simply took the greatsword from his back and charged straight at the enemy in front of him.

Greyhound and W also followed behind the Undead, charging forward.

Flames suddenly burst forth from the greatsword, the deep red magical flames covering the blade, and the moment they touched the mud, they emitted a sound like something burning.

The aroma emanating from the surrounding area is even more enticing.

It's like charred fat that's been soaked in a bucket of nauseating spices and sewage, and then heated in an iron stove.

A powerful aura, thick enough to make one dizzy, surged toward the three people's faces.

The black mist simply bypassed the immortal's body when it approached it.

These black mists seemed to possess their own consciousness, knowing that the being before them was not someone they could afford to offend. Therefore, almost all of the black mist rushed towards Greyhound and W.

But Greyhound and W following behind the Undead clearly weren't there to launch an attack.

Their goal was not to harm the monster in front of them, but to reach the library's only door.

Yes, they are trying to escape.

For Greyhound and W, such a monster was clearly not something they could fight against.

Greyhound had just survived two attacks from this guy, each one nearly tearing him apart.