Ark Undead

If it weren't for the fact that the Greyhound reacted quickly enough to condense a crystal shield...

Otherwise, he would probably have been beaten to a pulp in the first encounter.

Rather than staying here to offer so-called help to the undead, a better option is to leave.

The sludge monster's first instinct is to take over the entire library. If this becomes its territory, the three will be at a significant disadvantage.

The best option now is for Greyhound and W to rush out of the library and lure the monster into the corridor.

The immortals will have more room to deal with this guy, and at the same time, Greyhound and W will not become a burden.

The mud that had been flowing over the library door was trying to climb over it and seal off the entire library.

W resolutely pulled out two Originium explosives and threw them toward the door.

With two deafening roars, the Originium explosives, powerful enough to blast a person to pieces, only managed to disperse the sticky filth for a few seconds.

But that was enough for the two of them to escape the library despite the impact of the explosion.

Sure enough, they discovered that two of their prey were trying to escape, and the sludge aggregate was surging toward Greyhound and W.

The Undead also understood Greyhound and W's intentions, and while slashing at the Sludge Aggregate's body with his greatsword, he moved towards the gate.

Greyhound and W had barely escaped the library when the closed library door was nearly burst by the gushing mud.

Accompanied by dull squeezing sounds, the disgusting flow of slime mingled with the crackling of flames, echoing throughout the corridor.

Greyhound and W looked back and saw a figure flying towards them.

"Big brother!"

The greyhound instinctively reached out to take it.

The figure that was flying backward in mid-air grabbed the greyhound's arm, slid backward a meter on the ground, and then came to a stop.

bass!

The Undead man decisively said, plunging his greatsword into the corridor floor beside him.

Keep running, don't stop!

As he spoke, the Undead released the Greyhound's arm and raised his right hand.

A huge fireball, mixed with some dark red flames, crashed towards the ground in front of him.

After the fireball made contact with the ground, it left a pool of deep red magma. The black viscous liquid that came into contact with the magma emitted black smoke, which effectively curbed the spread of the sludge.

Spell (Chaotic Fireball)

But the Undead also turned and ran without hesitation after the fireball, catching up with Greyhound and W.

Soon, the lava left on the ground was covered by a huge amount of black sludge and began to flow again.

As the three ran towards the next floor, Greyhound spoke up in surprise.

"Brother, you can't do anything about it either?!"

In Greyhound's memory, the Undead's solo combat ability was absolutely the highest level he had ever seen.

Even the so-called gods would show their weakness when facing the immortals, and would respectfully communicate with them.

But now, even the undead are helpless against this monster and can only flee.

This was something Greyhound had never even considered before.

The Undead glanced at the Greyhound, but did not refute it; he simply explained.

"The repair will be quick; this is a dream. It's troublesome."

The monster that was recreated through the memories of the undead can do nothing to the undead unless they want to.

However, strangely enough, the moment the undead's cursed flames damaged it, the hole burned out by the flames would be repaired by an invisible force.

This sludge aggregate seems to be completely insensitive to pain and injury; even non-dead people can't do anything about it.

This cannot be explained by ordinary regenerative power; it comes from the undead's cursed flames. Because of their training in chaotic magic, their flame level is already quite high. Even if it's not comparable to the Primordial Flame, it's certainly not an ordinary flame.

But even such magical flames could not cause effective damage, so there must be other explanations.

Either it's not something that kills or causes damage, but just a reflection that doesn't actually harm the main body, thus allowing it to repair itself without interruption.

Another possibility is that the dream endowed the monster with a special set of rules.

As long as the number of spaces does not exceed the specifications of the dream itself, it will not cause any harm to it.

In this situation, the Primordial Flame, possessing the strongest power, is unable to penetrate the dream realm due to the obstruction of the dream.

The Undead are also somewhat helpless. Although it can't be said that the Undead are completely useless after losing the Primordial Flame, this situation is indeed troublesome without it.

No wonder when the doctor spoke to the undead earlier, he didn't ask him to kill the monster, but only to stop it.

It seems the doctor also understands that, given the current situation, killing this monster is absolutely impossible.

Upon hearing this, Greyhound roughly guessed the reason, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush down to the next floor.

In this situation, no one can afford to die; if someone dies, they will be sent back to the upper echelons.

To return to the lower levels, one must confront the sludge-covered monster and the swamps it left behind.

God knows what the point of all this stuff is.

When Greyhound was possessed by that nightmare, they knew that the dangers on this giant ship were varied and unpredictable.

The monster behind them was chasing after the three figures in front.

The undead continuously launched attacks on the monsters behind them using various spells.

It includes not only spellfire, but also crystal magic, and even miracles related to faith.

Only miracles cause noticeable damage to monsters. Under the effect of the lightning spear, the silt melts faster, while the repair process is much slower.

Even so, the Undead cannot throw their lightning spears behind them indefinitely.

Undead beings, having lost the Primal Flame as their core, have limited energy.

But the monster behind them was getting closer and closer, and several times, Greyhound had to dodge.

The Undead realized that continuing like this might not be a good solution.

Greyhound and W absolutely cannot get hurt; once they go up there, they probably won't come back.

So the undead slowed their pace.

"You guys keep running, I'll hold it off."

The doctor must have had his reasons for letting them live.

"Find the doctor, then come back and help me."

This is the best solution right now.

Greyhound and W felt this might not be a good idea. But they had no other viable plans, so they could only remain silent and accept the arrangements made by the Undead.

However, at that very moment, a door opened on the side of the road ahead.

Something that was shining emerged from it.

"Hey! Over here! Come quick!"

The greyhound turned its head and looked closely, only to find that it wasn't some strange, glowing object, but an extremely smooth bald head.

"This way! Come in quickly!"

The man waved and greeted the three of them.

The immortals naturally heard the sound as well.

Originally intending to stop and face the mud-dwelling entity alone, he decisively pulled up Greyhound and W beside him after seeing the bald man's face, and rushed towards the door at his fastest speed.

The Undead dragged Greyhound and W into the room.

The moment they rushed into the room, the bald man slammed the door shut, even twisting the lock two or three times.

Outside the door, twisted tentacles slammed against the door.

Inside the room, several dents were clearly visible on the door, and it even felt like it would be smashed open with the next impact.

But strangely, the impact simply vanished, and even the marks on the door gradually disappeared over time.

"Alright, you've dodged one of those attacks, but you guys are really unlucky to have run into this guy."

The bald man muttered to himself as he turned around and looked at the three people who had rushed in and were now sliding on the ground.

The bald man approached the immortal and extended his arm.

"I can only say, as expected of you, you always manage to encounter any danger."

"Ah."

The immortal reached out and grasped the bald man's hand, then was pulled up by him.

Greyhound and W slowly got up from the ground, their eyes fixed on the bald man's face.

The surprise and disbelief in his eyes were almost overflowing.

The one who didn't die asked calmly.

"So, now you are either Lap or Patch?"

“Patch, it must be Patch. He doesn’t change his name or surname.”

Patch's face twisted again, revealing his signature strange smile, and he chuckled twice.

"Long time no see, Mr. Undead."

"Indeed, it's been a long time."

The Undead haven't seen Patch in a long time.

The last time I saw Patch in real life was during a conversation between him and Lapp, who had lost his memory.

Just as the Undead had guessed, Patch was indeed split into two souls for some special reason.

One of them was left in the dream, while the other left the dream.

"I thought you would be more surprised."

Patch was clearly curious about the Undead's indifferent expression.