Ark Undead

Finally, those eyes that Kal'tsit would never forget looked at her.

Theresa, bound to the experimental bed, spoke softly to Kal'tsit.

"Now, a completely new path lies before you."

"The girl, bewitched by the evil spirit, sacrificed her young life, throwing herself into a pointless sacrifice with no future in sight."

"And you know, this is not your intention. She is the most important person to you. Compared to others, your true wish is for her to live."

"Even so-called hope only leads to the deepest darkness."

"You were born in the abyss, you tried to struggle, but you never left the gaze of the abyss."

"The children born from your hands have long heard the call from the abyss."

"They are watching you, waiting for you to make the right choice. Lead them back to their destiny."

"Therefore, you need not fear the darkness, for the time to feast on food has come."

Mon3tor's body became completely transparent. He couldn't even return to the shadow beneath Kal'tsit.

Now, Kal'tsit seems to have been completely isolated from the dimensional world, and can only stare blankly at the woman who is smiling at her on the experimental bed.

That was her child, her creation, the one who called her Kal'tsit, waiting for her.

On that very bed, on the belt binding Theresa, there was a buckle.

The incandescent bulb clipped to the top of her head emitted a dark light, which shone into Kal'tsit's eyes.

"So, what will you choose, my mother?"

Theresa's words gradually softened, like a child softly sobbing to their mother.

"It hurts so much, Mom...can you help me?"

In the silence, the strands of hair hanging down beside Kal'tsit's trembling lips gradually turned deep black from the roots.

The hissing in Mon3tor's throat could no longer reach Kal'tsit's ears.

Theresa slowly raised her hand and reached out to Kal'tsit, who was approaching her.

Kal'tsit struggled to reach out her right hand towards the latch next to the bed.

Her fingertips were only a centimeter away from the buckle.

Just untie it... just untie it...

boom!

At this crucial moment, a gap was suddenly blasted open next to the room, which was originally pitch black and where the walls could not be seen.

Outside the gap, bright lights from the corridor shone into what was originally a dark room.

A straight knife was as unstoppable as a drill bit piercing through a barrier.

The light, wreathed in flames, tore open a huge gash in the black mist that had been blocking the connection between Kal'tsit and Mon3tor.

This also caused Kal'tsit to subconsciously withdraw her hand.

Kal'tsit turned her head to look and saw a head of purple hair and a pair of erect ears.

"Dr. Kal'tsit... Phew... Finally, finally I've found you."

The purple-haired kitten was covered in wounds, but she didn't care about them at all. The deep black filth left on her body turned to ashes in the illusory flames that seemed like a projection.

At this moment, Mon3tor seized the opportunity, piercing the arm that was trying to touch Kal'tsit's face once again, and then pushed Kal'tsit away from the experimental bed.

Theresa, who had been lying on the experimental bed, let out a shrill scream. Her pierced arm instantly transformed into twisted tentacles, smashing Mon3tor outwards.

"Melantha...Melantha?!"

Kal'tsit has finally come to her senses, and she is holding her head in pain.

"How...how did you get here?"

"Xiao Ke brought me here; she knows the way."

Melantha held the straight knife in her right hand in front of her, facing the enormous creature formed from the weakness and malice of the human heart.

"She's outside right now, holding off those monsters behind me. She said you're inside... though I don't know why she can read those signs."

"In short, it seems you need help right now?"

The kind-hearted kitten said this to the doctor who had helped it.

"How can I help you?"

Kal'tsit took two deep breaths, and her eyes gradually lit up.

"You've already helped me."

She had almost sorted out the memories and thoughts that lingered in her mind.

"Thank you, child."

...

On the other side, Kroos was using her axe and javelin to tear apart the monsters that were trying to get close to her and overwhelm her.

Just around the corner behind Kroos, a figure took down a sign from the wall, flipped it over, and hung it back up.

The side that originally had a white cat head, a red skull, and an arrow drawn on it, but no text, was turned towards the wall by the visitor.

The sign that flipped back up now correctly indicated the direction to the emergency exit.

The figure, dressed in a black overcoat, looked at the door that the purple kitten had forcefully smashed open and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned and walked into the shadows.

433. Creator Kal'tsit

The person standing at the corner, quietly flipping the sign over, was none other than the PhD himself.

Although this is Kal'tsit's trial, if someone intends to break the rules, then he naturally has the right to offer Kal'tsit some assistance.

For example, offering a small helping hand to two children who happen to be on the tenth floor.

Kroos was nurtured here as a child of the abyss, so it's perfectly normal for her to feel a sense of familiarity with this place.

The professor took advantage of this and drew some simple sketches in a style that the little carp could understand, which naturally helped the little carp figure out where to go.

Strictly speaking, Xiao Ke is like a child created by the Doctor and Kal'tsit, who ended up being rescued and adopted by the Undead.

Although they were created according to the preferences of the undead, their personalities are almost identical to those of the undead.

Aside from being a bit lively and active, his understanding of events is just as simple and clear as that of the immortals.

Take that sign for example; if you asked a normal person to look at it, almost no one would understand it.

But in Kroos's eyes, that was Kal'tsit, who was in danger, so she should go this way.

This sounds hard to understand, but that's how it works in Kroos's mind.

That's why Kroos asked that question. Although she didn't know how Kroos had found Kal'tsit.

But none of that matters.

One of the current Sons of Terra, who inherited the will of the First Flame, and the original creator are already facing the Nightmare. From now on, the Doctor's task is very simple.

He just needs to stand aside and observe.

Two streaks of fire burst from the hole, and then Kal'tsit's figure jumped out of the hole first, followed closely by Mon3tor, who was smashed out by the immense force.

Finally, it was Melantha, who had been gripping the straight knife in her hand, who died.

The flames on Melantha's straight blade flickered unpredictably. In this dream world, thanks to her inability to die completely, Melantha once again ignited the flames hidden deep within her body.

Yes, even though the primordial flame has been severed by the dream realm, inanimate objects will not be rejected.

Especially since Melantha wasn't even within Iberian territory, she entered the dream world through the special wedge of Kroos. It was like some kind of software connecting to a system via an adapter.

She became the most special person.

The badge that Melantha always wore was naturally brought into her dream without her even realizing it.

This makes her the only Terran person, besides the Undead, capable of awakening flames.

Faced with the tentacles that kept attacking her, Melantha simply used the most concise attack methods she had learned, slashing one after another.

The high-speed slash created a dense wind field around Melantha.

It was as if it were completely sealed off; no tentacles could penetrate the wind field to harm Melantha.

At the same time, the flames left trails in the air, further hindering the nightmare's advance.

Now, Nightmare: Theresa has completely revealed her true form.

This also made Kal'tsit realize what she had been facing before.

"Melantha! Don't fight her head-on."

At this moment, Kal'tsit's mind finally returned to normal, and she began to examine her own power and all the power she could borrow.

Then, under this premise, he used the experience he had accumulated over thousands of years of traveling in Terra to plan how to fight the enemy.

Upon hearing Kal'tsit's words, Melantha immediately understood that Kal'tsit was unwilling to engage in a final battle with the monster before her here. So she fought and retreated, gradually withdrawing from the breach, temporarily suppressing the Nightmare within the opening.

This was the door that Melanie had kicked open, and it just so happened that this was the only space that allowed people to enter and exit.

These are the rules set by the dream, which at this moment happen to become the core of Melantha's suppression of the nightmare.

If there is still more space beside Melantha, Nightmare can extend the area beneath his feet all the way to Melantha's side or even to her side.

But there was only this one narrow passage, which Melantha's blade could completely cover, leaving Nightmare with no way to attack the people outside before defeating Melantha.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, find Little K!"

Melantha certainly didn't suppress the Nightmare here to show off her power.

She had temporarily ignited the small flame she carried within her. For Melantha's soul, every single second after the flame was lit was a burning of her spirit, a burning of her life.

This time cannot be wasted; we must ensure that everyone gathers together before leaving.

"I'm here! Melantha!"

Melantha had just finished speaking when she heard a loud noise explode in her ear.