Ark Undead

When the chainsaw comes into contact with the silt, the rotating gears tear off pieces of hardened silt from its body.

As the saw teeth clashed with the silt, the monstrous strength of the deep-sea hunter smashed the monster apart.

Faced with the attack of another mud-like creature in front of him, this deep-sea hunter, whom the Rhodes Island operators called the Specter, raised his right leg.

boom!

With a horizontal kick, she slammed the mud avatar charging towards her side, shattering its original offensive stance with this beast-like kick.

When the silt transformed and regained its balance, it was met with a saw wheel that was spinning and constantly ejecting sparks.

From top to bottom, the heavy chainsaw slammed down on the head of the mud avatar, smashing its body to the ground.

Then, Laurentina reversed the grip of the chainsaw and spun it. One of the two gears paused for a moment before starting to tear at an accelerated speed in the opposite direction.

The chainsaw roared incessantly, and Laurentina even stepped on the handle, pressing down hard on the gears to continuously cut the mud incarnation.

The shattered mud flew everywhere as the chainsaw cut deeper and deeper. Even if it couldn't truly kill them, tearing apart the mud's hard-won form with a chainsaw was a unique solution.

Just as Laurentina was holding down one of the mud avatars and beginning to enjoy her violence, another long spear flew out from Laurentina's side, piercing through the first avatar that Laurentina had smashed away and pinning it to the wall.

A body, like a long arrow, passed by the retreating Undead and Melantha, crashing into the sea-like sludge avatar pinned to the wall amidst a storm of energy.

With her shoe soles pressing down on the chest of the mud-like creature, Goredia thrust the spear forward a little further, then gripped the shaft with her right hand and twisted it to the right.

Like a miniature tornado exploding from the spear, a roaring storm spun outwards from the weapon, tearing apart the sludge figure pinned to the wall bit by bit from its chest.

As the storm subsided, Goredia pulled her spear from the wall, and only pieces of mud slowly fell down the wall.

Meanwhile, Laurentina had also completed her cutting task. She kicked the side of the gear with her right leg, using the momentum to lift the chainsaw off the ground and hold it in both hands.

Just then, on the ground that the sludge aggregate had just covered, there was another deafening explosion.

The pre-placed explosives were triggered and detonated at this moment, just in time to stop the mud aggregate from attacking.

Patches of silt emanated from the core, and the scattered silt began to try to return to its original form. However, due to its fragmentation, it could only crawl towards the core like an insect, no longer possessing its former agility.

The unnamed warrior formed from the core coldly watched Gretia and Laurentina, and for a moment did not take the initiative to attack.

This was the interception mission carried out in stages and at different levels, under the doctor's planning.

Compared to the previous method of one person blocking a round, this operation is more efficient and also allows time for physical rest.

The Undead and Melantha formed one group, while the two Deepsea Hunters formed another, taking turns to block and clear out the Sealings behind them.

In this way, rather than a swarm attack that blocks the way, the two-person team can better bring out the true strength of these already extremely skilled warriors.

The retreating Undead and Melantha ignored Grandia and Laurentina ahead, intending to use the moment when the two were blocking their way to briefly adjust their condition in preparation for the next attack.

On the way back to the Doctor, Melantha almost fell to the ground, and the Undead instinctively reached out to catch her.

When Melantha placed her hand on the Undead's arm, the Undead realized that her fingers had lost all elasticity.

The hands, which had once retained some warmth, had become nothing more than skin and bones, and the skin's color had changed from fair to dull and lifeless. They resembled the branches of a large, withering tree, so rough that one could no longer feel any flesh or blood.

"Melantha?!"

The Undead were somewhat worried about Melantha's condition.

This was not the first round of resistance. They held off the sludge aggregate on the eighth floor for two to three times longer than on the seventh floor. This meant that Melantha, in coordination with the undead, had already burned her own body many more times during the attack.

Although Melantha always said she was fine, the Undead could sense that Melantha's slashing speed was starting to slow down, and their own awareness of the battlefield was becoming increasingly dull.

This is why the Undead began to command Melantha.

"teacher..."

Melantha shook her head, sheathed the straight sword in her right hand, and the flames dissipated.

Even so, she felt her throat burning, as if flames were scorching her respiratory tract with every breath.

"How many more times can I... how many more times can I hold on?"

Melantha stood up, supported by the Undead's hand. Her face was completely withered and sunken. When she looked at the Undead, the Undead felt as if she were talking to a skeleton.

This is clearly a symptom that appeared when I was an immortal in the traditional sense, and when I had lost a great deal of humanity.

Although this is a dream, and although dying here will not mean truly dying.

But the immortals know that this place can be considered the spiritual world, a place where the soul manifests.

Humanity and the soul are closely intertwined, and Melantha's actions here may have a significant impact on her physical body.

The Undying Arena, which was opened up by the Spiral Sword, is different from the Dream Realm. The Undying Arena is a space constructed by the Primordial Flame, and nothing there will affect the true body.

Therefore, even if Melantha is burned to ashes by the flames, the Undead will not say anything, but will only be surprised that the flames actually acknowledged Melantha.

But in the dream, seeing Melantha's condition had deteriorated to this point, the Undead would certainly not allow Melantha to continue fighting like this.

"Now, you can rest."

The Undead supported Melantha's arm and carried her forward.

"It's too early for you to be at the first fire. Take it slow, don't rush."

The operation wouldn't fail without Melantha's flames. After all, they hadn't initially considered killing the sludge aggregate.

The Doctor has made it clear that the assassin is not with them, but with Kal'tsit.

"You have done very well."

The immortal felt as if he were dragging a skeleton, his weight had drastically decreased, and he felt pity for him.

Melantha struggled forward with the help of the undead, and without the power of fire to support her, she was extremely weak.

"it is good..."

Melantha responded with difficulty to the undead's words.

Just as the Undead and Melantha returned to the Doctor's side, they had already retreated to the stairs leading from the eighth to the ninth floor.

W was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, resting. Judging from her even breathing, she must have just fallen asleep.

After using Originium Arts so many times in a row, she was very dizzy and was nearing her limit.

The immortal helped Melantha to sit down against the wall.

"Melansha, she can't hold on any longer, let her rest."

The words of the Undead were stern, which meant there was no room for negotiation.

The Doctor stared silently into the stairwell, oblivious even to the return of the Undead and Melantha.

It was a comment from the immortal that brought him to his senses.

"Ah... um."

The doctor, looking back at the undead, nodded, realizing that Melantha was not in good condition.

"You've worked hard, take a rest. We'll head to the ninth floor once Greta and the others return."

Melantha's withdrawal from the main battlefield means they have less and less time to stall.

Greyhound and Ceobe have gone to the next level to clean up the Sealings, and the ninth level is directly next to the tenth level.

"Kal'tsit, how much longer?"

The Undead had no choice but to ask; Kal'tsit was too important.

The doctor opened his mouth, about to answer "Undead".

Just then, the entire underground corridor on the eighth floor began to tremble. The tremors lasted for several seconds, even waking W, who had almost fallen asleep.

"Wha...what happened?!"

W had just woken up and looked around in confusion before glancing at the Doctor.

The doctor braced himself against the wall and immediately realized that the noise was coming from the floors below.

"Kal'tsit has already engaged with that guy, it should be soon."

Even a PhD could only give such an ambiguous answer, but the answer was indeed inspiring.

However, not long after, two figures were running rapidly toward the group from the other side of the corridor.

Grandia and Laurentina were forced to retreat under the relentless bombardment of tentacles from behind.

They held on for less than two minutes.

"careful!"

Laurentina only had time to warn them before tentacles found an opening in her defenses and attacked the group behind her.

The Undead immediately drew his greatsword from his back and charged forward, blocking the escaped fish.

"Be careful, this guy has become agitated after the tremor just now."

While reminding everyone, Goredia summoned a storm to stop the tentacles and mud-like sea creatures that were trying to break through the encirclement.

However, the sludge aggregate seemed to have no intention of dragging this out any longer.

The vibration just now was like a switch, turning it completely on, and it stopped playing games with the Undead and the others.

Even after its core was damaged, the sludge aggregate continued its attack relentlessly.

On the contrary, such a frenzied offensive was making it difficult for everyone to hold on.

What exactly happened in the lower layers that caused such a strong reaction in the sludge aggregates?

Before he could think, a mud-like creature nimbly dodged Laurentina's chainsaw, then cleverly bypassed the undead's sword while they were distracted, and leaped at Melantha, who was resting against the wall.

The three people who were blocking in front didn't have time to react, and W was already exhausted. He could only stare wide-eyed and try to reach out his hand to pull Melantha away.

The doctor was about to extend his palm when he heard his head tilt slightly to the side, as if he had heard something, and he stopped moving.

Seeing that the mud-like tentacles had hardened successfully, forming hard claws at the front of the limbs, they were about to sink deep into Melantha's already emaciated body, which was as thin as firewood.

But the next moment, a foot suddenly appeared in front of Melantha, who was originally all alone!

A streak of light shot out from the stairwell and swept past Hai Si.

The mud-like creature's body was severed in two, its upper body being kicked back by the person who suddenly appeared.

The lower half of the mud-like being, still throbbing, was pierced by a sharp blade amidst a crisp clicking sound.

The blade sank into the ground, firmly wedging the mud-like creature in place.

Only then did I realize that it was a sickle.