Ark Undead

If we were to head directly to the central area to assess the situation, we would be completely disregarding the lives of these operators.

Kal'tsit never even considered such a thing.

"I know."

The undead nodded and sat down to rest by the campfire.

In the past few days, the sea creatures near the ruins have been cleared almost entirely by the Undead. At first, many sea creatures came here one after another.

The Undead used their greatswords to fight for a full day and night before finally getting a tiny bit of rest.

After that, no one from Haisi would come near this area anymore.

However, they didn't seem to be afraid. Rather, they mistook these dead sea creatures for their own companions and refused to approach such a densely packed sea creature colony.

This also gave the members of Rhodes Island some breathing room.

Many people have already been rescued. The remaining few will be located once Logos finishes clearing the remaining rubble.

However, this dream and disaster delayed their progress once again.

Knowing that the core of the dream realm that he had cultivated for decades had been destroyed, why would the master of the dream realm use his remaining power to do this?

Kal'tsit couldn't explain it either.

Is it afraid too?

"Speaking of which, Skadi, the others?"

"The immortal asked."

"Have you found it?"

"No."

Kal'tsit shook her head.

"Their room has been found, but there was no one inside. When the ship was destroyed, there were no signs that the automatically sealed rooms had been opened from the inside."

"Perhaps they had already jumped out of the Arke before the ship was destroyed. After all, it was close to Agor, so they should have recognized it."

The Deepsea Hunters have their own plans, and Kal'tsit and the Undead are well aware of them.

However, this is precisely what the Undead are most worried about.

He still remembered the strange aura that clung to Skadi when he first met her.

That was definitely not a coincidence, otherwise why didn't they have it when I met Gretia and Laurentina?

This sudden departure only amplified the eeriness of the undead.

The actions of the Deepsea Hunters overlapped with, yet diverged from, those of Rhodes Island, and it was impossible to ascertain their true purpose from their words.

So, what exactly are they planning?

452. "Deep Sea Hunter"

On the ninth day after the Arke set sail, and the fifth night after the Arke failed to make an emergency landing and sank at the Argor dock.

Finally, another batch of Rhodes Island operators woke up.

Before this, it was always the Undead who maintained the safety of the surrounding area.

Once Scout and Logos woke up from their dream, they were finally able to put down their weapons and sort out their thoughts.

However, things are not that simple.

When Kal'tsit and Logos discussed this false dream, they reached the same conclusion.

That is, the Lord of Dreams is stalling for time.

Strictly speaking, the dream woven by the Lord of Dreams cannot be repaired in a short period of time after it has been destroyed.

Such a detailed dream, even if it were to be constructed, would require collecting the memories of many people, just as in the past, when the dreams of ordinary people were harvested during periods of great stillness to maintain the stability of the main dream.

Although the Lord of Dreams can indeed create some of these strange little dreams, they only put people to sleep and do not affect the dream of the real body.

But such dreams are of no use to the dreamer.

Its principle is not to connect the person trapped in the dream with the consciousness of the dream master, but to confine them to their own consciousness loop.

In other words, the purpose of this dream is simply to make those who intend to come to Agor stay here a little longer.

"After the main dream realm was destroyed, the power of the dream realm master should have been weakened to some extent. Therefore, he was unable to use his full power to stop our advance."

"Furthermore... if Agor has become Haisi's stronghold... then isn't Haisi's reaction to us a bit too mild?"

Kal'tsit looked at the undead beside her.

Even the immortals nodded in agreement.

The problem lies here: if Agor has completely become part of the Sea Siege, then why, when they appeared on the dock, did only the Sea Siege from this side surround them, instead of all the Sea Siege surging towards the wreckage of the Arke like a tidal wave?

It's important to understand that the consciousness of each Hai Si is almost linked to the entire group. In other words, if one Hai Si knows something, the entire Hai Si group will know it. There are no secrets among them.

If the attack had occurred before everyone was fully conscious, even an immortal wouldn't have been able to react quickly enough to protect everyone.

But now, the losses have been minimized, and these sea creatures have even learned to treat the Arke as a death trap, only wandering around in the distance without getting close.

The Lord of Dreams should know why they came. But he doesn't seem to have much confidence in this team.

It is almost certain that the Lord of Dreams is being held back by something, or that something has obscured his senses, preventing him from commanding all the Sealings.

The problem is, how do we get in?

Logos, Scout, Kal'tsit, and the undead gathered around the campfire, discussing the matter.

"There are still a small number of operators who are not yet conscious, but they have the ability to resist. We have enough manpower to set off to find a way in."

Kal'tsit looked at the Undead.

"You are the strongest among us, so you decide."

It's not that Kal'tsit has no solution.

After she awakened her memories as a child of the abyss, her attitude towards the undead improved considerably. To call it reverence might be an exaggeration, but she was certainly not as aggressive as before.

Even the immortals were somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"What, open the door."

And this is the most troublesome problem for the immortals.

This door cannot be opened from this side, and it has become the most hateful aspect of the Undead's memory.

Now, I've encountered the same situation right at the gates of the city of Agor.

Does this mean we have no choice but to take a detour?

"It's been too long. Apart from opening it from the central control panel inside the door, I remember there were two other paths, but I can't recall exactly where they led."

"Kal'tsit said."

"If we have enough time, we can sneak in through a side path, just be careful of Hai Si."

They had enough time, but they simply didn't have enough time.

With so many people, it's absolutely impossible to sneak in through a side path.

Let's break up.

Scout said to Kal'tsit.

“Mr. Undying and I will go investigate. I just tested it, and radio communication works. We can use the backup communicator to ask you about the situation.”

As Rhodes Island's expert in reconnaissance, Scout's suggestion is definitely the best solution at present.

"I agree."

After Kal'tsit nodded, she looked at the undead beside her.

The Undead had already planned to set off, and he didn't want to waste any more time here.

"can."

...

Just as the situation on Rhodes Island stabilized, the Undead and Scout were planning to find a way into Aegir.

Greyhound and Ulpian, who had set off a day earlier, had already passed through the section of the city wall with the most Hai Si.

After taking various detours, the two planned a route from the highest point of the city wall and gradually infiltrated the customs area near Agor Wharf.

Ulpian has his own unique skills, allowing him to escape right under Haisi's nose.

Greyhound also keenly noticed that he seemed unwilling to take action against Haisi.

Or rather, the Haisi in the city of Agor.

Unless absolutely necessary, Ulpian almost always prioritizes dodging and waiting in his actions.

While it's understandable that he tries to conceal his whereabouts, Ulpian wouldn't harm Hai Si even in some hidden corner.

This puzzled Greyhound, and he began to have some unusual thoughts.

The two had approached the tallest building in the middle of the customs building.

The buildings in Agor are relatively well preserved, but the streets are littered with scattered objects and garbage.

Seeing these sights, Ulpian couldn't help but say a few more words.

He was also a wanderer who had been away from home for many years.

“In the past, the streets of Agor were brightly lit, and there was little distinction between night and day.”

Greyhound imagined what the streets of Agor would look like if these things were cleaned up.

It's no wonder that Iberia is so drawn to Agor—so powerful, so mysterious, and with its own intriguing set of rules.

However, Greyhound had some questions about this.

"Since Agor is underwater, how can he distinguish between day and night?"

Ulpian glanced back at the greyhound and pointed to the sky.

The greyhound looked up.