Ark Undead

Before Theresa could speak, she saw Kal'tsit point the signal light from her fingertip at her.

In an instant, the rain burst forth with a deafening roar.

The black tubes that had gathered in front of Kal'tsit began to unleash countless energy bullets from their openings.

These bullets, purified and refined by the energy of the Arke giant ship's engine, possess extremely strong destructive power.

Kal'tsit showed no intention of letting go.

Bullets rained down on Theresa's body, which was like an extremely elastic piece of cloth, constantly denting and then recovering with the power of the dream itself.

This cycle repeats for a full ten seconds.

The entire corridor looked as if it had been violently struck by something, full of craters and marks.

These traces directly affect the rules of the dream itself, because this weapon system is inherently part of the dream.

Theresa's throat was completely hoarse; she couldn't remember what kind of blow she had suffered.

If an outsider were standing here, just observing the state of the two sides, they might think that Kal'tsit's actions were more like those of a villain.

She kept talking, undermining Theresa's mental stability while simultaneously assaulting her body.

After being fired continuously, the black tubes retracted back into the wall one by one.

Kal'tsit reached out, as if she had grasped a handle out of thin air, and pulled down, causing different kinds of weapons to emerge from all directions.

Theresa's tentacles could not get close to Kal'tsit at all. Before they could get within ten meters of Kal'tsit, they would be blocked by swords and various strange projectiles.

Its body, which originally looked evil and filthy, had been pierced countless times, and its weakened tentacles could not even unfold.

As Kal'tsit said, as long as she is on the tenth floor, this place belongs to her.

The only person who can stop her is currently at the upper levels, assisting his other partners in blocking the sludge aggregate.

However, even in such a humble and tragic situation, Nightmare Theresa still laughed out loud.

With a touch of tenderness, her radiant upper body stretched out arms indistinguishable from human arms, gently stroking the weak tentacles and soft tissues of her lower body.

"Hehehe..."

Theresa's sudden laughter made Kal'tsit pause for a moment as she waved her arms.

She looked at Theresa with some confusion, as if asking a question.

What are you laughing at?

"Kal'tsit, you're trying to kill me."

Theresa's voice was now completely mixed with the voice of the Lord of Dreams.

This is proof that Theresa is corrupted by dreams, and the degree of corruption is gradually deepening.

"Yes."

Kal'tsit nodded.

"I'm going to kill you."

"But you can't kill me, and you have no way to kill me."

Theresa shook her head, and she said it with certainty.

"If you could, given your personality, you wouldn't keep tormenting me. You're just waiting, waiting for the right opportunity."

Kal'tsit fell silent. She stared at Theresa in front of her, continuing to wave her arms, controlling the weapons that appeared from all directions to attack Theresa.

"See, you're not saying anything again."

Theresa's laughter grew increasingly unrestrained, despite her continued, futile efforts to fend off the attacks from the tenth floor.

“I am the master of this dream. I was born here, I live here, and I am waiting for a way to leave this place. But no matter what, this is my home.”

"You can exploit loopholes in the dream to restrict me and attack me, but you can never kill me."

“You are an outsider, someone who is misunderstood and not allowed.”

"Like you are now."

Even as Theresa was speaking, she was still being attacked by Kal'tsit.

But just as Theresa said, even though Kal'tsit was about to crush Theresa at the end of the corridor, she still couldn't completely kill her.

Dreams can attack dreams, but dreams cannot make things that are born from dreams disappear.

The moment the nightmare was born, she became inextricably linked to that dream.

Kal'tsit remained silent, because Theresa was right.

Her attacks could only weaken Theresa, but could not finish her off.

So why do you keep going?

While being attacked, Theresa endured the pain of her limbs being dismembered by various weapons and then struggling to reassemble.

"It has the process but no result, and it doesn't even have the ability to realize your current rebellious ideas."

She spoke again, using a voice that was almost one with that of the Lord of Dreams, to Kal'tsit.

"Are you trying to break down my psychological defenses? But unfortunately, I've already figured out your plan, Kal'tsit."

When Theresa saw that Kal'tsit didn't say a word, she burst into laughter.

Accompanied by a unique, incomprehensible sound, that unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the entire tenth floor.

From the initial fear of realizing that events were slipping out of her control, to the realization that Kal'tsit was powerless against her, Theresa endured a long period of suffering.

Now it's her turn to fight back.

Because they had reached the last corridor, which was the end of the tenth floor.

"So, do you have anything else you can control?"

The last batch of weapons was retracted into the ceiling.

Dozens of meters away, Kal'tsit stared at Theresa in front of her, watching her body slowly recover within the rules of the dream.

Faced with the attack from the wedge-shaped stone weapons, Nightmare's regenerative abilities were greatly weakened. But Kal'tsit was powerless to stop it; she could only watch helplessly as Theresa's body, like a puddle of oil spilled on the ground, had its broken gaps repaired by newly injected oil.

The tentacles stood upright again, and Theresa waited confidently.

She wasn't in a hurry at all.

For some reason, Kal'tsit just stood there in front of Theresa, waiting, expressionless.

Theresa chuckled softly, but she remained vigilant about her surroundings.

From this very crack, a tentacle slowly emerged from the wall, then suddenly accelerated midway.

In the blink of an eye, they stopped in front of Kal'tsit.

Theresa's smile gradually faded.

"What's wrong? Have you given up completely?"

The tentacles did not directly attack Kal'tsit or bind her.

Theresa always felt that Kal'tsit wouldn't give up on her goals like that, which was unlike her usual personality.

But Kal'tsit remained silent, staring at the nightmare.

Theresa's tentacles gradually climbed up the surrounding walls, fixing herself in the last area and turning it into an impregnable fortress.

However, at that moment, Kal'tsit's glove on her right hand gradually came off, and a small black cube condensed in her palm.

Theresa seized the opportunity and slammed her right hand with the tentacle that had reached in front of Kal'tsit.

Snapped!

The small black cube slipped from Kal'tsit's hand and was caught by another tentacle while still in mid-air.

With a slight exertion, the small black cube was flattened. After a hissing sound, it fell silent completely and was then tossed aside by the tentacles.

It now seems that Kal'tsit has truly lost all ability to resist.

Then, the tentacles decisively wrapped and bound Kal'tsit's body.

Kal'tsit's full head of black hair was also pressed down on her back by tentacles, and there were clear marks on her arms.

"it's over?"

Theresa remained somewhat suspicious.

Kal'tsit broke free from her control several times, even actively resisting the dream's erosion of her, which Theresa found hard to believe. It was unbelievable that Kal'tsit had now lost the ability to resist.

So, Theresa's other tentacles slowly reached out as well.

Slowly climbing up Kal'tsit's limbs, after a gentle and slow wrapping, it suddenly exerted force.

click!

With a clearly audible cracking sound, Kal'tsit's limbs were dragged by tentacles and broken off in the opposite direction.

Even Kal'tsit, who always maintained a calm expression, couldn't help but clench her teeth and close her eyes to keep herself from making a sound.

Does it hurt a lot?

A gentle voice sounded in Kal'tsit's ear. When Kal'tsit opened her eyes again, Theresa was already standing in front of her.

Their eyes met, and Theresa, watching Kal'tsit slowly return to calm, felt a sudden surge of irritation for no apparent reason.

"That look again..."

The tentacles that were wrapped around Kal'tsit continued to tighten, almost crushing her body in two.

Her bones were being squeezed by her flesh, making a clear cracking sound, and even her internal organs were beginning to suffer pain.

For Kal'tsit, whose physical body is still that of an ordinary person, if things continue like this, she will surely die, die in this dream.

However, Kal'tsit still did not express any opinion on Theresa's atrocities.

Her gaze toward Theresa remained as indifferent as a doctor's.

In Kal'tsit's eyes, Theresa is still a patient.

Theresa gradually lost the desire to meet Kal'tsit's gaze; she began to find the game boring.

"When you become one with me, you will completely disappear from the dream."