Ark Undead

When she turned back, the smile on her face had completely vanished, replaced by a faint indifference and disdain.

Mon3tor, who was originally standing in front of her, was now confronting Theresa, who had completely transformed into her nightmare form, in the distance.

However, when Kal'tsit turned around, Mon3tor paused for a moment before keeping up with Nightmare Theresa's attack and continuing to defend.

However, in the next instant, the entire Mon3tor seemed to melt instantly, contracting and then expanding outward, before melting into a black water sphere.

When Mon3tor's body melted into a black water sphere, Kal'tsit's hair rapidly changed from its original silver-white color to black.

The changes that had been suppressed in front of Melantha and Kroos were now running rampant.

Kal'tsit watched as the nightmare, in a frenzy, once again extended its unique tentacles, unique to nightmares, towards her.

She raised her right hand and gently hooked her index finger towards the sky.

The entire water sphere formed from Mon3tor unfolded in an instant.

As a flat surface, Mon3tor completely sealed off the entire stairwell, transforming into a wall that blocked all attacks from Theresa.

"I'm so sorry, kids, Mom needs your help."

Kal'tsit spoke softly, her words filled with tenderness.

"Just stay here and wait until you can't hold on any longer, then come find me, okay?"

Kal'tsit seemed to be talking to someone, but strangely, she was all alone.

Instead, ripples appeared on the black wall in front of her, which was formed from Mon3tor. Like water spreading, it trembled rapidly twice.

"You're such a good child, good kids get candy!"

With that, Kal'tsit peeled the coating off the last candy in her hand and threw it toward the black wall in front of her.

The candy sliced ​​open upon contact with the wall and blended into the black surface.

In an instant, the overall hardness and sturdiness of the wall were greatly improved.

The nightmare, which could previously strike the wall and create dents, could only make a shallow crater when it faced the wall again.

Kal'tsit had already turned around and was walking slowly toward the ninth floor.

After leaving that room and ending her conversation with the Nightmare, Kal'tsit had been sorting out her thoughts.

She found a source: her own name.

It seems her name has never changed. Even after ten thousand years, Kal'tsit's name remains the same.

Starting from this point, she tried her best to break down and analyze the tangled ball of silk.

Then, she found the answer to her current problem within it.

As a child of the deep sea, Kal'tsit also found her purpose.

Her goal was to stand above the lives of those people at that time and ensure the safety of those who came after.

Therefore, even though the Doctor and those phantoms spoke of the gentle Kal'tsit of the past, she was by no means indecisive.

She always had the clearest understanding of the value of life, even surpassing the Doctor, who was called an evil spirit.

If that weren't the case, how could she face so many children on the operating table?

Moreover, these children were created by her.

To kill one's own creation, dissect it, and then use the changes in its corpse to find clues to provide the next generation of new humans with stronger survival capabilities.

That's her job.

The creator, Kal'tsit, was never a kind person.

In some ways, her mission was even more arduous than the Doctor's, and only she could endure this journey that would last tens of thousands of years.

Because she killed her own child ten thousand years ago.

More than one.

Medical research and medical practice do require sacrifices, and Kal'tsit knows this better than anyone.

The children's fear of pain and their trust in Kal'tsit surrounded her body as a child of the abyss and were gradually absorbed.

After she shed her first body, this pure fear and malice became a gift that Kal'tsit was unwilling to face.

From then on, Kal'tsit was accompanied by the bodies and souls of her offspring, which would be the source of her power and also the source of her suffering.

Children certainly love their mother.

Even when she lowered her head and examined her wounds with emotionless eyes, even when she cut open her own skull with a sharp scalpel.

They still believe in their mother and that she can bring them the future she promised.

That world where you don't have to spend your whole life in a laboratory.

That world with green meadows and golden sunshine.

Now, Kal'tsit needs the children to give her some small help.

Kal'tsit is lost; she needs to find her past self, which means she needs to learn to face the complaints of her children.

But what child doesn't love their mother?

These complaints eventually turned into obedience and trust in Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit slowly stepped onto the stairs leading to the ninth floor.

She wants to confront her inner self here and find her former self.

She should also see if the child who once accompanied her has left her any special gifts.

On the other side, the sludge aggregate continued its tireless march.

Its destination, as everyone knows, is the tenth floor of this giant ship.

Even those who don't die can probably guess why.

Like some kind of special ritual, the closer one got to the tenth level, the harder the surface of the sludge aggregate became. By the sixth level, the Greyhound's ordinary slashes could no longer break through the monster's defenses.

With its hard exterior and resilient internal strength, the power of the silt aggregate is constantly growing.

The ship seemed to become its ascension staircase; the further it descended, the more power it reclaimed that originally belonged to it.

Starting from the fifth floor, sea creatures began to appear on the floors. But surprisingly, these sea creatures did not attack the Undead and their companions.

Instead, they launched an attack on the sludge aggregate.

To the astonishment of Greyhound and W, it burst out from their side and launched a fierce attack on the aggregate.

However, such an attack is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Once the sea creatures get close to the side of the sludge aggregate, they are dragged down by the small tendrils that emerge from the sludge, soaked in the sludge, and finally melted by the sludge, which is like gastric juice, becoming part of the sludge aggregate.

"This is..."

Greyhound was starting to get confused; he couldn't understand it. Was there more than just their side and the dream's master in this dream?

Why would Hai Si, who originally belonged to the Dream Realm, suddenly attack this aggregate that also belonged to the Dream Realm?

"Never mind that for now, be careful!"

W only had time to shout once and push away the greyhound standing next to her.

Greyhound and W pushed each other aside, and just then a tendril crossed the gap between them, completely binding the sea creature that had just appeared behind them, and then dragging it into the mud.

Just before it was completely submerged, the sea creature even turned its two pairs of eyes toward the greyhound in this direction.

After being stared at by those eyes, Greyhound stood there stunned for two seconds before he reacted and quickly ran back.

The two retreated continuously, not daring to go to the battlefield directly in front of them, which was under the control of the Undead.

In the brief moment that the two retreated, they saw something suddenly fly back from above their heads.

A warrior clad entirely in black armor flew over their heads, crashed to the ground, rolled twice, and then quickly regained his balance, bending down to support himself.

"Big brother!"

Greyhound reached out a hand to the Undead, who used the strength of Greyhound's arm to stand up and then continued to retreat with the two of them.

Without time to explain, the three continued running towards the lower floors. In the direction they were heading, countless sea creatures emerging from the rooms on both sides rushed towards the sludge aggregate in the opposite direction.

The three could only try their best to protect their bodies from being cut by the various organs of the sea creatures in the tidal wave.

Finally, the Undead found the room with the golden runes, kicked it open, and rushed in with Greyhound and W.

After the undead man closed the door, the sudden silence was broken by the sound of the three people breathing heavily.

In fact, Greyhound and W had several more wounds on their bodies.

Greyhound raised his right hand, revealing two new cuts on his arm, inflicted by the sea creatures in the tide of sea creatures as they crashed into him.

W's situation was even worse; she had a penetrating wound in her thigh. However, it hadn't broken the bone, which was the best-case scenario.

However, the situation has become extremely serious.

Even their most important fighting force, the Undead, was injured.

The undead's left hand hung limply, and blood flowed out from the undead's broken gauntlet, dripping onto the ground with a pitter-patter sound.

"Big brother?!"

Greyhound naturally noticed the unusual behavior of the undead.

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Greyhound didn't even have time to rest before rushing to the Undead to check his wounds.

"A wound? Or is he crippled?"

"nothing."

The Undead shook his head, telling the Greyhound to calm down first.

Then raise your right hand.

The flame formed a spark in his hand. However, the spark flickered several times before it barely condensed into a ball of deep red magical fire.

The Undead took a deep breath and activated the magical fire in his hand, transforming it into a soft ball of light that could float in the air.

Spell (Warm Fire)

Bathed in this soft golden light, all three felt their bodies soften and their limbs warm, and their previous fatigue was rapidly fading away.

The Undead reached out and tore off the damaged part of his gauntlet to prevent the broken armor fragments from widening the wound with continued movement.

The outflow of blood was gradually stopped by the light, and the wounds slowly wriggled and closed, attempting to heal the blood-soaked bodies.