Ark Undead

Being able to avoid being hit head-on by the explosive hammer is already the limit of Greyhound's strength.

boom!

The explosive hammer rose from behind the hunter, the sparks on the hammerhead igniting halfway through the swing. When it struck the Greyhound's shield, the internal structure of the hammerhead ignited the hammer, sending the Greyhound flying once again.

Just like hitting a baseball, one swing sent the greyhound flying backward.

Fortunately, the impact of the explosive hammer was distributed across the entire shield. If it had possessed highly penetrating tentacles like the sludge aggregate, Greyhound probably wouldn't have survived the third hammer blow.

Even so, Greyhound's right hand had almost lost all feeling.

This is another form of despair compared to facing the undead.

The Undead gave Greyhound the impression of being flawless; all his apparent weaknesses were merely the illusions of the weak.

Greyhound knew the weakness of the deep-sea hunter in front of him, but he couldn't launch an effective attack and was forced to defend.

Yes, even though Greyhound was suppressed to this extent, he still managed to sense the weaknesses of the deep-sea hunter in front of him.

It's actually quite obvious.

Their attacks were extremely mechanized.

Based on what Ulbian had said earlier, Greyhound had a rough idea of ​​what had happened to these people.

They might be the deep-sea hunters who, during the first Great Stillness, were sucked into a dream and whose consciousness was annihilated within it.

Because his consciousness had died, his body was taken over by the Lord of Dreams and became part of the large group.

That's why they guarded the tower, and no sea creatures would enter it.

At the same time, because Haisi did not have much understanding of human behavior patterns and physical structure, their attacks were highly mechanized.

Greyhounds had a feeling that their bodies were replicating the fighting techniques these hunters had displayed in their dreams.

Because it's basically just one hammer strike over and over again, but Greyhound just can't seem to do anything about it.

Too fast, too accurate, too heavy.

Even a minor scratch can have serious consequences for a greyhound.

Fortunately, Greyhound is human, and so is the Deepsea Hunter.

As Greyhound's physical and mental strength were rapidly depleted, the deep-sea hunter in front of him was also frantically expending his own energy.

To wield this bizarre weapon effectively requires a considerable degree of physical control, not to mention the ability to withstand the force of the explosion's recoil.

Although it was very small, Greyhound could still sense that the Deepsea Hunter's speed had slowed down slightly compared to the initial hammer blows.

He could only continue to dodge and defend.

There was nothing he could do but wait until Ulbian over there was dealt with before he could help him.

Just as Greyhound had expected, Ulpian successfully subdued the two deep-sea hunters, fighting them one against two.

As an elite member of the deep-sea hunters, the captain of the hunter team must be one of the top fighters in the team.

The ability to find a way out of dreams and resist them is itself a manifestation of Ulpian's strength.

Not to mention, these former colleagues are now just empty shells, devoid of souls.

That familiar fighting style was riddled with flaws in front of Ulbian.

Combat skills that rely solely on muscle memory to wield weapons are soulless and lack adaptability, meaning they are devoid of variables and threats.

The anchor grazed the arm of one of the deep-sea hunters, tearing a mark with the hook on the side of the anchor.

Ulpian pressed his advantage, completely ignoring the other deep-sea hunter and launching a pursuit directly at the one he had injured.

The weapon he used was one that relied on brute force to overcome skill.

These two deep-sea hunters, one wielding a greatsword and the other a broadsword, found it difficult to regain their footing once they were outmatched by Ulpian's strength.

This is a combat concept somewhat similar to the Undead's previous use of medium shields to break through large shield defenses.

Only when Ulpian grabs his anchor, which is slightly larger than a person, and rushes towards you can you truly grasp how terrifying it is.

When the massive anchor came crashing down, it was just like looking up at the deep sea and seeing the anchor drop into the water from the sky, sending a spray of water up – it was enough to make your scalp tingle.

The deep-sea hunter couldn't even defend himself; the large sword in his hand only provided a slight buffer before the anchor pinned down his body along with the sword.

The back of the blade jammed the deep-sea hunter's body, and under the immense force of the anchor, it nearly cleaved the hunter's body in two.

Ulpian took another step forward, seizing the moment when he was being suppressed, and punched out with his left fist.

boom!

The impact was like a hammer slamming into a wall; the fist slammed into the deep-sea hunter's head, causing his skull to cave in slightly.

Even the body structure of the Deep Sea Hunter could not withstand such immense power.

What's even more surprising is that this deep-sea hunter was still able to move after suffering a heavy blow from Ulpian.

He scrambled to his feet, grabbed his broadsword, and delivered a heavy blow to Ulbian in front of him.

But Ulbian had witnessed such a heavy strike many times in the past two minutes.

For him, it was time to end this game of nostalgia.

Ulpian gave the deep-sea hunter in front of him one last deep look, then with no mercy, he swung the anchor in his right hand at the hunter's waist.

The not-so-sharp tip of the anchor was already congealed with the bodily fluids or blood of countless creatures.

Under the immense force of Ulpian's swing, its destructive power even surpassed that of most heavy weapons.

The moment the anchor touches the waist, the deep-sea hunter's waist begins to undergo an irreversible deformation.

The heavy slash that was originally meant to come down was deflected due to the shattered wound on his waist, and the blade grazed Ulpian's hat as it fell to his side.

Immediately afterwards, the anchor, with unparalleled force, snapped the deep-sea hunter in half, finally pinning him to the ground.

At this moment, the deep-sea hunter wielding a greatsword finally arrived.

Ulpian didn't even need to look back to know what he was going to do.

He stepped to the side with his right leg, deftly dodging the greatsword's strike. He raised the anchor once more and swung it again at the same angle and with the same force.

Within two minutes, Ulpian had already gotten used to the attack methods and techniques of these two deep-sea hunters, and he crushed them in half at the waist.

All that remained of his waist was a thin layer of skin, which twitched and writhed on the ground in pain.

Even so, they never uttered a word, their gray eyes still reflecting Ulpian's image.

Ulpian lowered his head and looked at his two former colleagues.

He pursed his lips slightly and spoke softly in a tone that Greyhound could never have imagined.

This was also the first thing he said to his two former colleagues during this battle.

"Will, Greed, goodnight, sweet dreams."

Then, the raised anchor was aimed at their heads and crashed down.

Greyhound gasped for breath. His cracked crystal shield on his right hand dissipated into specks of light for the sixth time. He was now sitting on the ground, supporting himself with his hands behind him to keep from falling.

The deep-sea hunter responsible for pursuing him had become a ghost beneath Ulpian's anchor, his body reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh.

It was this battle that made Greyhound truly realize the power of the Deepsea Hunters.

A deep-sea hunter who had lost his consciousness and soul was already unable to lift his head because of the mechanical attack he launched on Greyhound under Hai Si's control.

While it wasn't as hopeless as facing an aggregate of sludge, there was still no way to fight back.

If it were Ulpian himself as Greyhound's opponent...

"fine?"

As Greyhound was recalling the details of the battle, a hand appeared in front of him.

The greyhound looked up, its face hidden by a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes.

"It's alright."

Greyhound grasped Ulpian's hand and, with his help, stood up.

My legs are still a little weak. If Ulbian had arrived any later, Greyhound would probably have really been injured.

"Can we continue?"

Ulpian glanced back at the tower.

"There might be more up there, so be prepared."

"If it's just about surviving, there shouldn't be any problem... I think."

The greyhound waved its paws as it panted, indicating that it could still hold on.

After he calmed down a bit, he asked Ulbian.

"These...are all your friends?"

Greyhound's question was already quite tactful; by now, he couldn't possibly not understand who these people were.

Such distinctive attire, and a fighting style that is consistent with Skadi and her group.

Ulpian made no further attempt to conceal his feelings and nodded.

"My teammates."

Greyhound, who was still panting, paused for a moment and subconsciously glanced at Ulbian.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a face mask, his calm inner self could still be seen in his eyes.

It seems that he wasn't the one who just killed these team members.

"The one with the knife is called Will, and he's a good cook. We hired him largely because a few guys had a sweet tooth."

"That includes another one with a greatsword, Greed, and this one who's chasing you, Nico."

"However, time has proven that they were not cowards. In that battle, they were among the first to charge forward."

That's all Ulpian said. The anchor in his hand was still covered with various bodily fluids that had spurted from the three men's bodies.

Now, he is calmly reminiscing about these three former teammates.

"This is a war with no turning back, Greyhound. As a land dweller, you have already seen part of what this war is like."

"The deep-sea hunters who fell before you were only a portion of those who perished in the battle. Even if they died, died in a hopeless dream, their bodies would still be at the mercy of the Lord of Dreams."