Ark Undead

But Kal'tsit disliked the term "execution platform".

“I never actually thought there would be a day when it would be truly activated. Originally, these things were intended for out-of-control children. But I never thought that they would end up being used on you.”

Kal'tsit's words carried a hint of regret.

“I really don’t want to see you like this, Theresa.”

"Are you kidding me! Ahh ...

Theresa's hissing became even more incomprehensible. Kal'tsit only understood the first sentence, and had no clue about the rest.

But I imagine it was something like curses or words of hatred directed at Kal'tsit.

"However, the fact that you've become like this is actually partly my fault."

Kal'tsit's expression turned serious.

"It was my fault for making you sick. So I'm going to start treating you."

In the brief moment Kal'tsit was speaking, Theresa had already torn the spikes off the tube opening.

The hardened spikes had little flexibility under the power of the nightmare. They were as easy to break as a chopstick for an ordinary person.

"Who do you think you are, Kal'tsit? You think you can hurt me like this?!"

Theresa hissed as she used her tentacles to break off the spikes that had pierced her body, and then carefully removed them bit by bit from her wounds.

"This is my lair, my world! You are an outsider, possessing only the power to be my food. The wounds you inflicted on me can be healed in a moment!"

Kal'tsit nodded indifferently, just like she was giving a perfunctory reply to a child.

Then, she clenched her right hand, which seemed to be wearing a glove, and the tubes that had been protruding from the cracks were pulled back.

"Perhaps so. After all, ordinary things can't hurt you. Your essence is like a dream. As long as it's something external, it can't cause you any effective harm. And Nightmare's ability should also be derived from Hai Si, so it's particularly good at self-repair."

She was analyzing and talking, but in the end, she changed the subject.

"But this is not an alien object. This is the Arke ship that has surfaced based on our memories."

"I have to thank the Lord of Dreams for his power. This is the first time I've ever seen such a perfect ability to reproduce reality."

It was at this moment that Theresa realized that her wounds had not only failed to heal, but something resembling black smoke was slowly oozing from them.

This is precisely her essence as a nightmare; her body is more suited to the dream world than that of the dream master.

Nightmare Theresa has no physical body as her foundation, yet she can live forever in dreams, which is what makes her so special as a nightmare.

For her, dreams are the real world.

That's why the Lord of Dreams made this deal with Theresa.

Theresa possesses a special talent: the essence of the soul, which even the Lord of Dreams covets.

However, the special powers that make up her body are now gradually leaking out due to the irreparable wounds.

The reason lies in the spikes that pierced Theresa's body.

"Perhaps it's because He has already begun to devour the wedge stones... Otherwise, how could these creations mixed with wedge stone powder be reproduced in the dream?"

Kal'tsit said calmly, then opened her clenched right hand once more.

He spread his five fingers into a claw shape, as if he were gripping something tightly, and pulled it backward.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the middle of the floor and ceiling of the tenth floor.

The gap gradually widened, and many sharp weapons emerged from under the floor and above the ceiling, connected to the control terminals behind them.

These were all things that the Arke, which was reproduced by the Lord of Dreams, originally possessed.

What truly harms nightmares are things that are inherently connected to dreams or are part of dreams themselves.

Theresa, who possessed the Primarch's memories, suddenly remembered.

At that time, the man brought him here, performed a soul separation ceremony, and opened a unique space for him at the end of the tenth-floor corridor.

It turns out that it wasn't created to house her.

That was a cage in itself, a shackle that prevented Theresa from escaping the tenth floor.

Did the doctor foresee this situation back then?!

Now, barbed spikes with chains at their ends suddenly burst forth from beneath the ceiling and floor.

These spikes pierced deep into the sphere beneath Nightmare Theresa, the barbs trapping them within the sphere of tentacles.

Kal'tsit raised her right hand, and the chains retracted, binding Theresa's body firmly in the corridor from all sides.

Now, Kal'tsit looked indifferently at the nightmare before her.

"Welcome to my operating table, child. I'm about to begin removing the lesion."

It's like a doctor putting on white gloves, standing in front of a patient's bed, and taking the scalpel from his assistant.

"I'm very sorry, but we don't have any anesthetic."

...

The commotion on the tenth floor was considerable. After all, controlling and rotating the entire tenth floor as a separate module was bound to be felt by everyone on the Arke.

But the people on the eighth floor really couldn't perceive the noise coming from the tenth floor.

Because the commotion they caused was even greater than that of the tenth floor.

boom!

It was another set-up Originium explosive device that exploded under W's control.

The falling lights and various load-bearing walls, under the combined effect of Originium explosives and the First Flame, turned into fragments powerful enough to damage the dream itself, which then fell and smashed onto the mud aggregate.

The soldiers who were about to emerge from the muddy swamp were also shattered by the explosion, their bodies broken apart by the mud, and were unable to move forward due to the impact of subsequent falling debris.

Meanwhile, the silt itself, which is the core and main body of the silt aggregate, is fighting with the two soldiers.

"Right side, watch out for attacks."

Although they have lost the First Flame, the Undead can still observe the changes on the battlefield at all times.

This is experience gained from countless battles, and has nothing to do with strength.

Upon hearing the Undead's warning, Melantha immediately changed her hand gesture from pulling her sword inward to the left, and decisively slashed to the right of her body.

The arm that emerged from the mud began to crumble when it touched the flames on Melantha's blade, and was even cleaved in two by Melantha's forceful slash.

The severed half of the hand lost its vitality under the scorching flames.

In the flames, the severed hand trembled in agony, turning into charred remains.

After Melantha successfully defended against the sneak attack, she heard the voice of the Undead again.

"Retreat, then engage in a direct attack."

Melantha decisively took a step back, then faced her left side, where the tall figure raised his straight sword.

Flames flickered on the straight blade, yet the blade itself did not deviate in the slightest.

Melantha slashed straight down at her teacher's back without the slightest hesitation.

The undead had just retaliated against the mud aggregate that attacked him. But the flameless strike was like a hammer hitting a highly fluid liquid, having no effect whatsoever.

Under the reaction force, the undead pulled the greatsword back behind him.

As if dragging a heavy greatsword forward, the hilt was gripped by the undead and pulled onto his right shoulder, while he himself bent over.

Just as Melantha's blade was about to pierce the undead's body, a greatsword was positioned precisely between the blade and the undead's back.

cing!

The sound of steel scraping against steel sent chills down your spine as the sharp blade of the straight sword spun diagonally across the blade, leaving a neat trail of sparks.

The sparks then spread forward along the greatsword's blade. In that brief moment when the blade was ignited, the Undead steadily braced his lower body. Starting from his waist, he exerted force forward along his entire spine.

With his bent arms wrapped around the back of his neck, he gripped the sword hilt with both hands and swung the greatsword in a wide arc, slashing at the muddy body that was attacking the undead.

At that moment, the flames trailing from the greatsword were flung away at the tip.

The mark left by the sword blade spread outwards like a sun, severing the body emerging from the mud in half.

After the greatsword completed its attack, the flames that had lingered on its blade dissipated into the air once again.

"retreat!"

Two figures leaped backward in unison, one large and one small, coldly watching the severed section of muddy body turn into irreplaceable charcoal as it burned.

The two men's eyes were strangely similar, as if there were invisible flames in their pupils, yet their gazes toward their enemies were so cold.

The black mud that had been spreading from the ground looked on in disappointment at the two people who had suddenly been lifted into the air, unable to continue its rapid advance to contaminate their bodies.

Melantha and the Undead worked together to execute a brilliant interception, even cleanly severing several sections of the core body of the sludge aggregate.

In an instant, the sludge aggregate began to collect the black sludge that had dispersed outside, and its forward speed began to slow down.

All of this stemmed from Melantha's ongoing sparring sessions with the Undead.

This gave the Undead a complete understanding of Melantha's physical abilities, and Melantha also knew the directions the Undead mentioned, as well as any movements they made.

Therefore, since the Undead cannot use the Primal Flame, every friction between their weapons allows the Undead to borrow the flames that Melantha secretly brought in, igniting the greatsword forged from the Primal Flame, and briefly letting the Primal Flame linger on the blade to complete the attack.

This is a collaboration that only the master and his apprentice could accomplish.

But the sludge aggregate did not give up its attack.

Even as the black mud began to shrink, some body parts resembling Hai Si leaped out of the mud and attacked the two people retreating backward in the air like arrows.

The Undead and Melantha made no move whatsoever.

Now is not the time for them to make a move. The Undead and Melantha have been dragging the sludge aggregate here for two or three minutes.

The planned tasks have been completed; it's time for the others to take their turn.

So the two of them completely ignored the mud figures chasing after them, and they were even prepared to rotate when they jumped.

Because they knew that whoever replaced them would definitely solve the problem of the pursuers.

Sure enough, just as the claws of the Sea King were about to catch up with the Undead and Melantha, a strange weapon covered in serrated teeth suddenly emerged from beneath them.

Sizzle...

As the saw emerged from beneath the two men, it began to spin wildly. The man wielding the chainsaw bent low, almost touching the ground, and charged towards the two mud avatars, smashing the chainsaw into one of them.