Ark Undead

"Oh my, the hero has arrived!"

The voice was somewhat provocative, but when it rang out at this moment, it was impossible to feel any opposition.

Some even nodded in agreement in their hearts.

Only after the Undead slapped the avatar of Hai Si back did he have time to look back.

"Patch?"

The Undead had considered that it might be Onstan who had arrived, or it might be Greyhounds or Kroos who had returned after clearing out the Sealings below.

But he never expected it to be this guy.

The reason is that in the past, when facing the Undead, Patch either would be beaten up and then spinelessly beg for mercy, or when he came to help, he would symbolically wave his weapon and then shrink to the side to watch the show.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed a scene like Patch rescuing someone.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, as if to say, 'How could you do something like this?'"

Patch saw the Undead's fleeting glance as he turned around and immediately jumped up in anger.

He gripped the handle of the scythe, the blade leaving a clear scratch on the ground, lifting up the lower half of the mud avatar hanging from the blade.

With a flash of light, the lower half of the body was cleanly and decisively cleaved in two by the scythe.

"It's time to retreat. This guy smelled something was wrong down there. You can't fight him head-on."

Patch retracted the scythe blade, hung it back on his back, and then picked up Melantha next to him and ran downstairs.

"Let's go! Let's retreat!"

In the end, they still came to tell people to retreat.

The Undead found it somewhat comical, but it seemed to have something in common with the Patch that he remembered.

So he nodded and said to the two deep-sea hunters beside him.

"gone!"

While resisting Hai Si, the group retreated towards the ninth floor.

441. Dawn Twelve Thousand

Footsteps echoed in the stairwell, and several figures flew out, the first being a warrior carrying a folding scythe on his back.

He was also carrying a little girl in his hand, but the girl's condition was so bad that it was impossible to tell whether she was still alive.

However, her eyes remained bright, like candlelight in the darkness, with flames burning in her pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the two deep-sea hunters, along with Kroos and the doctor, jumped out of the stairwell one after another.

As soon as they landed, they quickly turned around to look in the direction behind them.

There are still three companions over there who haven't left.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, W was the first to jump out. However, before she could even land, she was struck in the back by a figure flying backwards from behind.

The greyhound took a heavy blow, and the crystal shield that had just formed in its hand shattered inch by inch in mid-air.

The two collided and rolled twice after landing before slowly getting up from the ground.

Kroos and Laurentina each helped one of them to their feet.

"Are you okay?"

"fine..."

Laurentina asked W first, but W shook his head and immediately looked toward the stairwell, where there was another important person at the very back.

After being helped up by Ceobe, Greyhound first whispered a thank you to Ceobe, and then immediately looked towards the stairwell.

"My older brother blocked most of the force for me, otherwise I would have been cut in half at the waist."

Just as he was speaking, everyone saw a figure in full retro armor peeking out from the stairwell in the darkness.

His right hand still held the greatsword he had always carried with him, but the greatsword was now covered in scars.

The immortal took two steps back in succession. After hearing two loud bangs, everyone saw the immortal float back two or three meters, and then take three or four more steps before regaining his balance.

To their astonishment, they heard panting coming from beneath the armor.

This means that the immortals have begun to show obvious signs of physical exhaustion.

Moreover, he was retreating.

"fry!"

A hoarse voice was forced out from the immortal's throat.

W, who had just been pulled up, immediately clenched his right fist and gritted his teeth to activate his Originium Arts.

Boom boom boom!

After several loud explosions, the Originium explosives hidden throughout the stairwell finally came into play.

With the Originium explosives empowered by the First Flame, Greyhound skillfully wedged them into the load-bearing walls of the stairwell.

W's detonation will buy them more time; at least the damaged stairwell will prevent the sludge aggregate from extending its domain to the ninth floor very smoothly.

However, everyone could clearly feel that their strength was almost insufficient.

W was already gritting her teeth as she unleashed her Originium Arts; her body even showed signs of partial transparency, indicating that her mental energy was about to be depleted.

To enter a dream and remain there indefinitely without being transformed by the abyss, one must either be connected to the dream or possess powerful mental strength and establish a link with it.

Now, she and Greyhound have been in the dream for too long, and the potion that keeps them connected is about to lose its effectiveness.

Moreover, the two of them had been fighting all the way from the fifth floor to this point, and their strength was almost completely exhausted.

People like W and Greyhound who use Originium Arts by expending their mental energy are actually fine; at worst, they just run out of mental energy and exit the dream.

But some people are different.

As deep-sea hunters, Grandia and Laurentina will encounter more anomalies in their dreams.

Laurentina, on the other hand, felt her spirits growing stronger. Although her body was gradually losing strength, she was still excited.

Meanwhile, Goredia subtly touched her collarbone.

She could feel something calling to her from deeper within, and the strange phenomena appearing on her body were becoming increasingly obvious.

Perhaps, after this battle, an undeniable change will occur in her body.

The Undead's panting continued until it finally calmed down, and he hung the greatsword back on his back.

In the stairwell before them, which had been almost completely destroyed by the explosion, although some black mist was still spreading outwards, the original silt was gathering towards the core, needing time to repair itself.

"We can't hold on much longer."

This was the first time an undead had uttered such words, and it sounded somewhat demoralizing.

Me too.

Goredia nodded in agreement.

But no one gave up here.

Everyone looked left and right, trying to find a "I have a solution" expression on their companion's face.

Unfortunately, everyone was frowning, at a loss for what to do about the situation.

Yes, everyone knows we have to wait for Kal'tsit. But so far, there's still no news from Kal'tsit.

This is already the ninth floor; they can only try everything to stop the sludge aggregate on the ninth floor.

The corridor on the ninth floor of the entire ship is about two to three kilometers long.

In other words, those last two or three kilometers are their defensive line.

Only the PhD student remained silent.

He, the commander, is trying to downplay his presence.

His left hand was clenched into a fist, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

It's located underground on the ninth floor.

The tenth floor is now completely under Kal'tsit's control and has been transformed into a modular corridor.

Each corridor has a different control method.

Kal'tsit used the glove on her right hand to pull different weapons from the ever-changing corridors for her own use.

"At that time, I had some friends who made visions about the future. They said, is it possible that people in the future will no longer use swords to fight?"

"Even without special abilities, one can fight monsters and ensure that one is at an absolutely safe distance."

“The two brothers argued for a long time. Every time I passed by the meeting room, I could hear them arguing inside.”

"Sometimes it's because a line in the blueprint is drawn too heavily, and sometimes it's because the forged weapon has a slight error compared to the ideal state."

"What remains unchanged is their pursuit of the final result and their meticulous attitude towards their experimental products."

"That's why I have this entire corridor as my weapon."

With that, Kal'tsit waved to the already battered Nightmare Theresa.

"Would you like to see the weapons forged by the Minos brothers, the two sons of the abyss, who were apprenticed under the legendary blacksmith, Mr. Andrei?"

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the middle of the walls on both sides of Kal'tsit.

Extremely long, jet-black pipes emerged one by one from the wall, arranged neatly in front of Kal'tsit.

Subsequently, with the help of the robotic arm, Kal'tsit was able to control the angle of these launchers with her gloves, without having to hold them by hand.

Kal'tsit raised her right hand, and the green indicator light on her glove flashed on and off, eventually turning red, signifying danger.

Theresa felt she was facing an immense threat.

But she was already a little tired.

In the past ten minutes, she has been hit by more than five different weapons from the weapon system on the tenth floor.

As Kal'tsit said, she was performing surgery on this battle, so she didn't hold back at all.

As a doctor, giving your all during surgery is a way of being responsible to your patients.