Ark Undead

Patch managed to step in and hold out for a while after the Deepsea Hunters duo were defeated, but in the end he was sent flying by a tentacle.

Melantha was forbidden from taking action by the undead, and now the heavy responsibility of bearing the main burden of blocking the force has fallen on Kroos's shoulders.

Nourishing...

The lightning-wrapped spear was taken from her back by Kroos, who pointed the tip directly at the ground and thrust it in.

The electric field created by the lightning surrounded Kroos for several meters, forcing back the black mud that was trying to spread up.

Ding!

A crisp clang of steel clashing rang out on the right side of Kroos.

The undead, wielding a greatsword, parried Kroos's slash with the aggregate of sludge.

Therefore, he took a step back, then pulled up Kroos with his other hand and threw it back a bit.

The electric field had no effect on the undead. On the contrary, standing in the electric field, the greatsword in the undead's hand was covered with lightning technology that Kroos had somehow learned.

It makes a crackling sound when swung around, and can even slow down the speed at which the black mud moves forward.

Kroos wanted to add more, but as soon as she stood up, she realized that her limbs were a little sore and weak.

Kroos couldn't understand why the previously continuous flow of power had suddenly stopped at this moment.

But soon, amidst the fierce battle of the undead ahead, Kroos's stomach rumbled.

goo.

The rumbling in his stomach was a signal that Kroos knew his body no longer had the inexhaustible strength it once possessed.

She didn't know what to do.

A warrior's instincts told her that she had lost the right to confront that monster head-on, and the electric gun she could previously throw at will was no longer under her control.

So, she looked ahead at herself with a somewhat blank expression.

The undead's greatsword was struggling against the ever-pressing mass of sludge.

Its ever-changing body and attack methods left even the immortals somewhat overwhelmed.

It wasn't that the immortal couldn't handle it, but rather that his body couldn't react in time.

Constantly in a state of being consumed, the Undead now possesses unparalleled martial arts skills but has no power to use.

He's probably only slightly better now than he was when he first met Melanie in Victoria.

Ding!

The greatsword in his hand clashed once again with the blades formed by the tentacles, forcing the undead to retreat in order to maintain his balance.

Even without that power, the Undead still held their ground at the forefront with their martial arts skills.

The attack that originally required four people to withstand was now completely crushing the undead.

All the onlookers could see was the undead dodging the tentacle attacks with all sorts of unbelievable movements, but they were still facing attacks from the unavoidable sludge polymer.

For a moment, the immortal, despite his weakened state, managed to keep the sludge aggregate stationary for over ten seconds without making any progress.

This is the power of someone who has been through countless battles.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

As if stimulated by something, the sludge aggregate suddenly became agitated, and many transparent bubbles even floated to the surface.

When these bubbles burst, the sound of air exploding is produced.

Each time these sounds appeared, the space behind the sludge aggregate began to crumble inch by inch in everyone's sight.

It was as if a dream was beginning to collapse.

As the sludge aggregate became increasingly agitated and its power intensified once again, the Undead still made a mistake.

The thick tentacles lashed at the undead's head, deforming and denting his scalp.

The immortal himself lost all his power in an instant, and his body floated backward like a kite with a broken string.

boom!

His body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Big brother!"

Greyhound was the first to react. Seeing the Undead take such a fierce attack head-on, Greyhound instinctively wanted to run over and drag the Undead back.

Don't go!

Graceia, who had sat down against the wall, pulled the greyhound with one hand.

She knew what that meant; it was the way a dream collapsed.

She had witnessed the disappearance of the dream, and one of her teammates had also vanished in the collapsing dream.

However, this scene appeared before his eyes once again, and he had no power to resist at all.

The collapse of the dream gradually spread to the undead who were struggling to get up.

Patch lowered his body, preparing to rush out and pull the Undead back.

But at that moment, another figure blocked Patch's path.

Patch paused for a moment, then saw the man raise his left hand.

boom!

A loud bang exploded in everyone's ears.

The dream, which was originally crumbling inch by inch, seemed to be held in place by an invisible hand. The space in front of everyone shrank inward, forming an impassable gap, and even the collapse could not spread to this side.

At this moment, everyone was astonished to find that it was the Doctor who stood in front of Patch.

"Come back quickly!"

The doctor called out anxiously.

The Undead man struggled to his feet, shook his head, and then turned around as quickly as possible, staggering back behind the Doctor.

"Who are you... what's wrong?"

The Undead clearly didn't understand why the dream started to collapse, or why the Doctor was able to prevent the dream from being destroyed.

"How do you think I brought Theresa in here before?"

The doctor glanced at the undead, a hint of smugness in his voice, but it was all masked by the immense pressure.

“I was specifically guarding against this move of his. I hadn’t made a move until now, but now he’s starting to rewrite the rules of the dream. However, I only stole a small portion of his power, so it won’t last long.”

Just as the doctor was saying this, the opening that the doctor had been pressing down with his power loosened slightly.

Accompanied by a violent tremor, a tentacle the thickness of a finger suddenly shot out from the middle of the clash between the two forces, without anyone noticing.

It was as swift as an arrow shot; both the Doctor and the Undead saw it. But their bodies were simply unable to effectively evade it.

laugh...

The tentacle sank deep into the shoulder of the doctor's raised left arm.

The doctor was attacked, and he groaned. The ring at the gap that the doctor had pressed down on grew larger and larger, and the cracks that were breaking off began to spread to everyone.

Another tentacle emerged from the gap in the middle and hurtled towards the doctor, who was being continuously suppressed, like a bullet.

A bright flash of light appeared in front of the doctor.

The gaunt Melantha still drew her straight sword and joined the battle.

"call..."

With just this one strike, Melantha could no longer stand.

She gripped the straight knife tightly in her right hand, then plunged it into the ground to support herself and prevent herself from falling directly down.

Even so, the gap that the doctor was trying his best to prevent continued to widen.

More and more tentacles emerged from the loosened gap.

Finally, a clump of sticky silt flowed down from the gap and solidified into a sphere once again.

With no strength left to fight, no one could stop the advance of the sludge aggregate.

The doctor's left arm trembled uncontrollably; it was something he had stolen using the characteristics of the Abyss Child.

More and more silt flowed out from the ever-widening crack.

The cracks in space continued to widen, and even the undead dared not go forward to attack the mud.

At the end of the road, all I could see was darkness.

Everyone knew that their resistance had reached its final stage.

Behind Goredia was the stairwell leading to the tenth floor; they had no chance to stop the sludge aggregate from advancing.

But Goredia heard footsteps.

She wanted to turn around, but found she couldn't.

All the muscles in my body seemed to be completely frozen, and not even a single muscle bundle would respond to my commands.

Only then did Greta realize that not only her, but everything in front of her seemed to have stopped moving.

Time and space froze here, the doctor's trembling hand stopped in an instant, and everyone's figure stopped in place.

Apart from three people.

The Undead, Melantha, Kroos.

The footsteps echoed rhythmically from the stairwell, growing closer and faster.

By the time the Undead and Kroos Melantha wanted to turn around for a look, the footsteps had already reached the Undead's side.

A hand patted the Undying Man on the shoulder.

"Turn around."

The Undead turned around, and a shadow flashed before his eyes. But he quickly noticed the person behind the shadow.

Skadi.

Skadi ran out of the stairwell, still holding her greatsword, but she looked very anxious.