Ark Undead

"Wait, wait. Six months?"

Greyhounds cannot accept this.

"So it will take us half a year to get to Agor?"

"It won't take that long, but it certainly won't be quick either. A conservative estimate is a month."

Kal'tsit pressed the start button.

The entire ship's navigation system was thus transformed from the control panel into a screen of light, unfolding before Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath.

How long has it been since I last touched this thing?

Then, wearing a controller glove, he gently touched the light screen with his right hand.

The three deep-sea hunters, standing behind everyone else, had remained silent since boarding the ship.

At that moment, Laurentina glanced at Skadi beside her.

Skadi seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Goredia.

Goredia shook her head at Skadi.

Skadi said in a low voice.

“Agor... I can feel it getting closer and closer.”

"Yes, but it's not a good sign, and its accuracy cannot be guaranteed."

Greta responded in a low voice.

"Let's see what she plans to do before anything unexpected happens."

Then, after a violent shaking, the previously cold walls suddenly lit up in front of everyone.

In an instant, the entire sea surface was revealed to everyone's eyes.

And the entire Arke ship began to move.

The low rumble of the engines was incessant, and a flash of light appeared on the top of the giant ship, making the light on the entire ship seem even more dazzling.

Ten thousand years later, the Arke set sail from the shore once again.

Looking out from the watchtower, one can almost see the scene that once unfolded in the thick volumes of history.

The Agor sailed towards the distant horizon, its hull gradually sinking into the water, but its lights illuminated the entire sea.

Like a sacred flame, it sails into the distance in the darkness.

Carmen stared at the scene.

It's etched into my mind.

448. Quicksand

When sailing on the seabed, one cannot perceive the passage of time.

Like Greyhound and his crew, they hadn't been on the ship for very long, but every single minute felt like torture.

After all, they were about to face the king who had his own large group of creatures in the ocean.

As a king born during a period of great tranquility, his own power was clearly not that great. However, he had already shown the undead the source of his power as the Lord of Dreams.

It is to immerse oneself in a dreamlike illusion, using it as a breeding ground to foster the root of chaos and disorder.

It must be said that if the Dream Lord's four-year plan is successful, then perhaps the Dream Lord will have no weaknesses left.

Its body will be forged from both fire and the abyss. With the blessing of these two elements, although it is unknown how far it will ultimately go, there is no doubt that it will no longer fear the power of fire.

No one wants to see this happen, which means that even the immortals cannot eradicate its immortality as a sea creature.

It could be said that this Lord of Dreams, right under the noses of Flame and Abyss, was trying to extricate himself from the struggle between the two.

Unfortunately, it failed.

And what everyone is about to face is this Lord of the Sea, who possesses such patience and wisdom.

This put Greyhound and the others under tremendous pressure.

Especially during a voyage where the passage of time is imperceptible, one can accumulate a great deal of mental stress.

It's hard to imagine what kind of perseverance the first Iberians who communicated with Agor had to endure the six-month sea voyage.

What's the date today?

Greyhound turned his head and asked Scout next to him.

Scout, who was dozing against the wall, slightly opened his eyes and gave the greyhound next to him a helpless look.

"Today is the fourth day since we set sail, and it is now 5:47 PM Terra time."

Scout showed the watch on his wrist to the greyhound.

The numbers above clearly show the current date and time.

“And just three hours and seven minutes ago, you asked me the same question.”

Scout put away his watch and then closed his eyes again.

"Stop asking me such stupid questions, Greyhound. This isn't how you should be."

Greyhound understood the logic; after all, they were about to face an unimaginably fierce battle. If they didn't rest and conserve their energy now, they wouldn't be able to guarantee sufficient fighting strength for anything that happened later.

But he just couldn't calm himself down.

Greyhound had a deep unease that made it impossible for him to even close his eyes and fall asleep.

Even when he simply closed his eyes to rest, he could almost hear Theresa's whispers in his ears.

He didn't know if he was being too sensitive or if he was feeling mentally exhausted because he had never experienced such a deep-sea voyage before.

Greyhound and Scout were assigned to the same room.

Everyone agreed not to explore the lower levels.

After all, the ship was simply too large, and after tens of thousands of years of sedimentation, the Arke had almost become a nest for the breeding of marine life.

It took the group almost an entire day just to clean the first floor, not to mention the deeper and larger lower floors.

After closing the passageways connecting the different levels, Kal'tsit simply assigned everyone their own rooms in the cabins on the first floor.

Two people share a room, while special individuals have a private room.

The purpose was to ensure that I could get proper rest and avoid accumulating too much mental stress during this deep-sea voyage.

In fact, most of the people on board had never seen many of the things on board before. The travelers were immediately struck by the books and decorations upon first sight.

It's rare to find someone like Greyhound who can't seem to get interested in anything.

That's why Greyhound became the one who didn't fit in.

"Dinner is served at six o'clock. I'm a little hungry. Do you want to go to the cafeteria together?"

Scout leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a while, then got out of bed, put on his shoes, and extended an invitation to the greyhound.

"No need. The food prepared by the chef Rhodes Island sent this time doesn't really appeal to me. Let's talk about it later. I'll go over when I'm hungry."

Greyhound stared at the bookshelf in front of him and declined Scout's invitation; he really had no appetite.

"Still so picky?"

Scout raised an eyebrow.

"It's a good thing you weren't on the island for the past few years. If you had tasted that person's healthy meals, you probably could have eaten anything."

Greyhound felt a chill on his body, and from Scout's tone, he knew it was definitely not a pleasant memory.

"I'll give it a try if I have the chance in the future. Remember to reimburse my medical expenses!"

Greyhound mustered his spirits and cracked a joke with Scout.

Seeing that the greyhound had regained some energy, Scout left the room reassured.

The canteen was also built by the Rhodes Island operators who came to Iberia with everyone.

Although he is called a chef, I heard that he is also quite accomplished in materials science. It can be said that Rhodes Island has produced a lot of talented people.

After Scout left the room, Greyhound felt that time was passing even more slowly.

Without anyone to talk to, Greyhound was almost unaware of the passage of time.

He tried to close his eyes and rest in bed to get through this unbearable time. But when he opened them again, he looked at the terminal linking the Arke to his side.

6:03.

Greyhound sighed, sat up in bed, and scratched his head.

This feeling is that, instead of thinking that time would pass faster, it feels like time is getting slower and slower.

Unable to bear the loneliness any longer, Greyhound got out of bed, put on his shoes, and decided to go to the cafeteria.

When Greyhound arrived at the cafeteria, it was already full of people.

Seeing so many living people in front of him, Greyhound's sense of unease finally dissipated somewhat.

Scout had already sat down with Logos and some Rhodes Island operators, and they were eating and exchanging their discoveries from the past few days on the ship.

For them, the Arke was an absolute treasure, and these Rhodes Island operators wished they could unload everything from the Arke and take it back with them.

Unfortunately, Kal'tsit gave a strict order: anyone could access the books and documents on the Arke, but no one was allowed to damage its facilities. Even simple dismantling for research was forbidden.

In Kal'tsit's words, everything here is unknown to "us," and rashly modifying or researching it will only cause us to suffer setbacks in the face of the unknown.

Today's recipe is a typical Victorian dish.

Beans, fried fish, and various sauces that I don't know how they were mixed.

Honestly, being able to cook and eat out in a place like this is already pretty good. But when Greyhound saw the fish, he still felt a bit nauseous.

After all, not long ago, he had just drunk a soup that some unscrupulous man had made for him, which allowed him to enter a dream state.

The ingredients for those soups are all kinds of seafood.

To put it more nicely, sea cucumbers can also be considered seafood.