Ark Undead

In the end, the doctor could not resist the strange nausea coming from his stomach. He suddenly pulled off his mask and vomited onto the floor next to him.

Standing next to the Doctor, Onstan, who had just landed, patted the Doctor's back gently with two fingers in a friendly manner.

The giant's two fingers were almost larger than a human hand.

"I told you, you should wait until the protective suit is repaired before you come over."

Recalling what had just happened, Onstan could only sigh.

"I never expected that you would actually dare to use an ordinary person's body to withstand the impact of my speed."

The doctor raised one hand and held up one finger. But he quickly vomited again due to a strong urge to vomit, and his finger went limp.

"Ugh! Ugh... Damn it, this was supposed to save time... Ugh!"

The doctor spat out twice more, quite brazenly.

After all, it wasn't an injury; it was just that Onstan's speed was too fast, and the deep-sea weightlessness that comes with not using diving equipment.

They simply used Onstan's power to envelop their bodies. Once inside the deep sea, their bodies could barely sense up and down, and they could only rely on their pure spatial sense to determine direction.

Fortunately, Onstan possessed exceptional perception and, just before the Doctor was about to faint, he led the Doctor through the barrier of Agor and successfully landed in the city of Agor.

Therefore, the doctor's nausea was only due to a loss of balance between speed and his senses, and he was not injured.

After vomiting for a long time, the doctor finally straightened up, looking pale, and with the help of Onstan, sat down on a piece of building debris in the nearby ruins.

"So, it will probably be another twenty hours or so before Agor officially surfaces and begins to drain the water."

After resting for a while, the doctor was able to speak fluently again.

"After the drainage is completed, it will take some time before it gets close to the shore and officially connects with the land."

"However, once Agor gets close to the coast, it gives Hai Si the opportunity to land, and he will stay on the shore due to the waves."

"At that time, it will be almost like having a floating city on land, and the owner of this city will be called Hai Si."

The doctor wiped his mouth as he spoke.

"Before that, we need to figure out how to deal with the problems here."

Onstan sat to one side waiting for the doctor.

He nodded and hummed in agreement.

"Shall we go find the Undead first? Or do you have a plan?"

Although he wasn't entirely clear on the Doctor's situation, the Undead still talked to Onstan about the Doctor.

Ornstein knew that the Doctor was no ordinary Terran, and therefore he was willing to trust the Doctor and leave the tactical considerations to him.

In such a crucial decision-making event, the doctor demonstrated exceptional foresight.

"No, since Agor has already started to rise, it means that the Lord of Dreams has begun to prepare for the sacrifice. Perhaps Skadi has already been captured as well. We don't have time to waste searching for her."

As the doctor considered the information he had obtained, he began to deduce the current movements of all parties.

"If it were you, could you withstand the attack of the Lord of Dreams and stand firm among the Sea Kings?"

Onstan shook his head.

"Never fought it."

Despite the Lion Rider's absolute confidence, it's best not to jump to conclusions about things you haven't experienced.

The doctor reached up and scratched his head again.

He had taken off his mask and was breathing in the air of Agor.

The familiar air gradually cleared the doctor's mind. The discomfort from scuba diving was also slowly fading away over time.

Just as the doctor was about to speak, he suddenly noticed some movement around him.

Footsteps sounded from the side, slightly disordered.

Onstan immediately gripped his spear, ready for battle.

When the footsteps emerged from behind the collapsed building, the doctor froze.

A strange man was helping a wounded deep-sea hunter stagger toward the doctor and his companions.

When the man turned his gaze toward him, he paused for a moment.

"Tu...huh?"

The Doctor recognized the deep-sea hunter as none other than Gladys, whom he had met briefly on Rhodes Island.

Grétia was covered in wounds. She raised her eyes and looked ahead, a hint of surprise flashing in them, before she spoke.

"Doctor? What's wrong?"

Before she could finish speaking, she closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and continued speaking.

"And, Mr. Lion."

Upon discovering Gladys, Onstan quickly put down his spear, went to the man, and took Gladys from him.

Onstan lifted Goredia with both hands and placed her in the corner of the wall, allowing her to sit against the wall in a slightly more comfortable position.

Her wounds were so severe that it was obvious to anyone with eyes. Even her uniform was in a terrible state, intertwined with her broken flesh, covered in blood.

Onstan used his rudimentary healing skills to treat Gladys's wounds, which made Gladys feel much better.

"Miss Goredia, who could have hurt you so badly?"

Onstan naturally wanted to find out who their enemy was.

Gladys is clearly on Rhodes Island's side; her enemies are Rhodes Island's enemies.

"Haijir."

Goredia's answer was concise and efficient, but it was also weak and listless.

Onstan was clearly surprised by this answer.

But he quickly realized that the sea creatures here were very different from the ones they had hunted together on the shore.

"You've separated from the Undead and the others? What's going on with Agor now?"

Onstan immediately began gathering information from Goredia.

The miraculous healing power quickly began to take effect, and Goredia's constitution was also good enough that her complexion gradually became rosy with each breath.

"The Lord of Dreams is about to begin a sacrifice. Skadi is the vessel of the Old God. I originally thought that with the help of the Undead, Skadi could suppress Hai Si's call to her."

"But I forgot that this was Agor. The voice of her hometown directly reached her ears, driving her to walk towards the core area with Haisi's support."

“I wanted to take her back, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t just Hai Si; other forces got involved too. I fought two men in black, but I was defeated by Hai Si’s wave of attacks… I wanted to kill her, but I couldn’t even touch her.”

Goredia's eyes were somewhat dim; she had originally thought she could shoulder all the responsibility.

But it was precisely because of her leadership that Skadi ultimately returned to this land. If the Lord of Dreams obtained the blood of the Old Gods from Skadi today, then she is the culprit who sent Skadi back to its side.

After listening for a long time, Onstan barely understood a little bit.

Just as he was about to turn around and ask the doctor what he thought, he realized that the doctor wasn't looking at Greta at all.

The Doctor didn't even pay attention to Gladys from beginning to end; his gaze remained fixed on the man over there, never looking away.

He doubted that he had seen it wrong.

But it was indeed this man who helped Greta walk over.

The man, also slightly out of breath, leaned against the wall and sat down in a very familiar posture on the ground before looking up and meeting the doctor's gaze.

The two stared at each other for a long time, neither of them speaking first.

Finally, the doctor gathered his thoughts and asked a question.

You're still alive?

"died."

The man's voice was extremely old, like a faucet that could never be turned on. After finally being turned on, the liquid flowing through the pipe slapped back and forth in the pipe piled with various hard objects, and finally flowed out of the pipe with a whistling sound.

"He died long ago, but for some reason, he was able to come out of the fire and walk around."

At this moment, he lifted his clothes, which were decorated with feathers and tattered cloth, revealing his withered and emaciated body, and pounded his waist with his right hand.

The cloth covering his head shifted, revealing an aged, skeletal face.

But in his eyes, tiny sparks were quietly burning.

The old man twitched his nose twice.

"The smell of fire... I'm not mistaken. My apprentice, he must be here too."

459. Flame Incarnation

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating.

Even though his voice was hoarse and rough like a root, one could still feel a subtle warmth in his words.

Onstan looked at the doctor with some surprise. He didn't recognize the old man, but the doctor seemed to know him very well.

Moreover, and crucially, he should already be dead.

The doctor glanced at Onstan and then spoke.

"Komikus of the Great Swamp was the first sorcerer to accept the Undead's invitation to go to the Firelink Shrine, and for a long time afterward, he became the Undead's sorcery teacher."

The doctor looked at the old man in front of him and quietly told Onstan about his identity and situation.

"At least that's what he said when we first met him. At that time, he was also following the Fire Mistress and became one of the first mentors to teach us about fire."

"A sorcerer?"

When Onstan heard this name, he was also somewhat surprised.

"Are there still sorcerers alive today? Your faith in fire should have disappeared along with the First Flame."

The old man named Komikus chuckled, raised his head, and looked directly at Onstan.

"How rare are sorcerers? I only found out later that my disciple was actually a sorcerer who had studied under that great witch. The knowledge I, as his teacher, taught him was probably just a amateurish attempt to teach an expert."

At this moment, everyone realized that the upper part of his head had long been wrapped in bandages, and the "eyes" they had just seen were just firelight seeping from his eye sockets.