Ark Undead

It sounds like they're fighting fiercely upstairs, with no time to catch their breath.

"Even the avatar of the Lord of Dreams must abide by the rules of dreams; this is already the best outcome Theresa could hope for after all her struggles."

"Before I completely kill Theresa, I must not let them release the avatar of the Lord of Dreams to the tenth floor."

Kal'tsit finished speaking quickly, then reached out to Patch.

"Give it to me."

Patch didn't waste any time and pulled out a controller from behind him.

Kal'tsit snatched it away, and Patch felt a pang of heartache at the sight.

"Hey! Be gentle!"

Kal'tsit glanced at Patch, somewhat amused.

“This thing originally belonged to me. You’ve kept it for so long, and you’ve even developed an attachment to it? It’s not just in a dream; when it comes to reality, you’ll have to hand it over.”

Patch clicked his tongue, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Even if it's just a stone, you'll develop an attachment to it if you wear it to bed every day, let alone something as precious as this..."

"Precisely because it is a treasure, we should never hesitate to use it when the time is right, and we should let valuable things be put to good use."

With that, Kal'tsit turned around and opened the door on the other side.

Outside the door was the ninth-floor corridor, which was now shrouded in a thick, black fog, as if something was about to awaken from within it.

"I'm leaving the rest to you. Wait for my... no, wait for good news from me and my children."

With that, Kal'tsit ran out of the room and headed towards the tenth floor.

Patch watched Kal'tsit head to the tenth floor to face the nightmare alone. The white coat fluttered around Kal'tsit, and for a moment Patch felt as if he were still ten thousand years ago.

At that time, Kal'tsit was just as energetic and energetic as she had been just now.

Having regained her memories, Kal'tsit also revealed her emotions as much as possible, no longer hiding them.

"It really does look better this way."

Patch touched his bald head and sighed.

Then he looked to his left at the stairs leading to the eighth floor.

He couldn't just sit here and wait to die; the more people there were, the greater the chance of survival.

The body of the immortal still sat in front of the campfire.

But the spiral sword in the campfire had vanished, and the fire spirit who used to always be by the undead's side was nowhere to be found.

It was still late at night, and the battlefield in front of the camp had been there for almost two hours, but there was still no end in sight.

That night, the sea monsters seemed inexhaustible, tirelessly launching a frenzied attack on the camp.

The Iberian Allied Defense Forces were simply unable to counterattack under such a frenzied Haizi offensive, and often had no choice but to defend the camp entrance at the cost of their own lives.

Up to now, two seriously wounded judges have been sent to Rhodes Island's medical tents, not to mention many soldiers who have died on the battlefield.

Their task was to protect those who were still asleep until they returned.

Carmen's left arm was already numb from the hand cannon.

The rapier in his right hand never stopped moving.

The purifying fire almost burned off all his hair, but he did not retreat a single step.

He is the Grand Inquisitor, the last saint, and he must lead by example.

But the appearance of one person reversed the almost one-sided situation on the battlefield.

She stepped out of the camp, weapon in hand, and joined the battle.

It was like a light breaking through the darkness, not just a tiny glimmer like a pure fire.

The blazing flames instantly illuminated everyone's eyes, turning all the Sea Kings on the frontmost level into ashes.

Her fair hands gripped the sword, which cracked like lava, and each swing unleashed a sea of ​​fire.

Her movements as she wielded the greatsword were powerful and sweeping, unlike those of a delicate woman.

That blindfolded woman has become a pillar of strength at the forefront of this battlefield.

No one could withstand even a single blow from Hai Si.

The appearance of the Fire Mage has brought new life to this battlefield.

The soldiers, having spotted the arrival of allied forces with decisive power, rallied their spirits.

The battle lines, which had previously retreated somewhat, were pushed forward once again.

However, this is not the end of the battle.

Moving our gaze upwards, we arrive at the eighth floor.

With perfect teamwork, the two deep-sea hunters crushed Nightmare at the corner.

The storm surged with moisture, and the chainsaws clattered. Just two people were able to wrestle with the sludge aggregate, scattering its attacks against the walls around them with each strike.

Meanwhile, Goredia and Laurentina's breathing was also accelerating.

Laurentina was already recovering from serious injuries, and even though her special ability was manifested in her self-healing ability, it did not mean that her physical strength would recover along with her body.

In a moment of carelessness, a tentacle of trash emerged from the mud and lashed out at Laurentina's lower abdomen.

Laurentina's body arched like a shrimp, and she flew backward, crashing into the wall in the distance before landing diagonally on the ground.

A pair of hands gripped Laurentina's armpits and lifted her off the ground.

"Cough... Thank you, darling."

Laurentina seemed to be acting strangely; her eyes had unknowingly turned bloodshot, and her tone of voice had become increasingly flippant.

This is completely different from the calm and composed feeling that Deepsea Hunter usually gives people.

W also got some goosebumps, but didn't feel comfortable talking to her.

Who knows what weird quirks these deep-sea hunters have? She doesn't want to get involved with these guys.

Laurentina had just stood up when she picked up her chainsaw again, ready to rush out and continue to stop the sludge aggregate.

But a golden figure flashed past her side, yelling as it charged forward.

"Time to eat meat!"

The sound was still in their ears when an axe crackling with golden lightning flew out, its blade engraved with the wielder's name.

After spinning rapidly, the axe blade jammed in the ground, and the resulting minefield forced the black sludge that was gradually spreading forward to stop.

However, Goredia, who had stepped into the area, was not affected in the slightest and continued to focus on defense, fighting and retreating.

Kroos rushed to the axe, reached out and picked it up from the ground, then raised it above her head and mercilessly slashed at the tentacles that were sweeping towards her.

This amazing scene even stunned Laurentina.

"Don't worry about her for now. You need to rest. You'll have a tough time later. Take a break now."

W dragged Laurentina backward; it wasn't Laurentina's turn to fight now.

"That silly dog ​​seems to have inexhaustible energy in the dream, so let her run wild. After all, she's special."

Laurentina paused for a moment, remembering the doctor's and the undead's instructions. The bloodlust in her eyes subsided slightly, and she turned and retreated further back with W.

During the gap between their descent from the seventh to the eighth floor, the Doctor, taking advantage of his familiarity with Alk, planned to lay some small traps along the way.

For example, they might set off danger alarms in certain areas and acquire some high-explosive materials, mixing them with the flames brought in by Melantha, intending to delay the sludge aggregate on the eighth floor for longer.

The immortal is the key person to clear the sea of ​​corpses from the road.

Now that the Undead has no Primal Flame to replenish his power, he can no longer use various spells to restrain the Sludge Aggregate. It would be better to leave this matter to the Deepsea Hunters who possess the Wedge Stone weapon.

In fact, the deep-sea hunters are worthy of their battle-hardened strength.

With its innate special power and wedge-shaped stone weapon, it has held off the sludge aggregate in the first half of the eighth floor for more than ten minutes.

Even amidst such intense combat, Laurentina's body continued to heal, but her strength was waning, and she was on the verge of collapse.

"Is everything ready over there?"

Laurentina asked as she quickly retreated with W.

"Almost done. I've finished installing all the Originium explosives on the previous two batches... Damn it."

As she spoke, W felt a little dizzy and slipped.

Laurentina reached out and caught W's arm, preventing her from falling directly to the ground.

It's not just because of the numerous times Originium Arts were used.

Both W and the greyhound experienced varying degrees of discomfort, which is likely related to the methods they used to enter the dream world.

Today's dream was exceptionally long. Having not drunk that bowl of soup for so long, W and Greyhound are now beginning to be eroded by the dream.

The sounds surrounding them grew increasingly intense, essentially becoming a continuous tinnitus.

"Now, I don't owe you anything."

Laurentina said slowly and deliberately, then released W, who was now able to move freely again.

W was too tired to joke with Laurentina anymore, so he had to hold back all his witty remarks and continue running back with Laurentina.

They hadn't run far when they ran into the group of Undead coming back towards them.

Melantha's face was a little pale, and the wrinkles on her face were deeper, but her eyes were still bright and she was full of energy.

"Where is Kroos?"

As the commander of this operation, the doctor naturally asked the question.

W quickly reported the situation to the doctor.

"We've already met up with Gretina up ahead. Laurentina is a bit exhausted, so I told her to come back and rest."

"Alright, everyone take a break and replenish your energy. It'll be our turn to work hard soon."

Hearing that the doctor was still able to persevere, his tone relaxed slightly.

To prevent the recurrence of the Sea Tide phenomenon and its impact on their battle, the Undead served as the main fighting force, eliminating all the Sea Tides along the way.