Ark Undead

They must have just arrived here. Luckily, Ulpian was the first one they encountered. Otherwise, if Laurentina and W had been found by them first, they probably would have been in grave danger.

Sizzle...

The sound of chainsaws turning echoed behind the greyhound.

Laurentina slowly walked up to Greyhound, chainsaw in hand. Sparks flew from the spinning wheel, reflecting Laurentina's fury.

She knew what that felt like.

To sink into dreams, to lose oneself in dreams, and ultimately to perish.

She was only fortunate enough to be pulled back from the brink of death. But when she saw her former companions transformed into such a horrific state, she could not suppress the grief and indignation in her heart.

At the same time, more figures emerged from the shadows.

They wield greatswords, hammers, and even canes and whips.

The weapons used by the deep-sea hunters all have a somewhat retro look. But the blood on them proves that they are definitely not just for display or collection.

Before Greyhound could even ask them what they planned to do, the deep-sea hunters hiding in the shadows had already vanished.

The next moment, he appeared beside Goredia, and swung his weapon down.

Ding Ding Ding!

The incessant clanging of steel.

This is a battle between deep-sea hunters.

Even Goredia wouldn't dare say she could escape unscathed.

She has no intention of backing down.

All she could do for her former colleagues was to grant them the right to rest in peace.

The long spear spun and swung, leaving only afterimages.

Moisture and storm winds gathered around her.

Two Deepsea Hunters attacked Goredia at the same time, but Goredia blocked them both with her own methods.

With a light touch, the long spear in her hand was heavy. In the hands of Grandia, she suppressed two deep-sea hunters. She even had time to help Laurentina next to her knock away a Sea Child who was trying to sneak up from the shadows.

Laurentina's side was equally spectacular.

Despite being the most flashy weapon among the trio, its actual effectiveness is no less than that of its two predecessors.

The cutting power of the chainsaw, along with its own weight, are Laurentina's strengths in the fight.

The seemingly gentle and quiet nun revealed an unusually strong fighting spirit after shedding her prayer attire.

This fighting spirit stems from Laurentina's own personality and the indomitable spirit hidden beneath the surface.

Even after suffering several severe injuries, Laurentina did not fall easily. Even the torn flesh was rapidly healing at a visible pace.

Laurentina's unique physique and weapons have shaped her violent aesthetics.

In her hands, the chainsaw became a deadly weapon that combined cutting and heavy blows.

She would never show mercy to her colleagues.

Laurentina had just heard the sound of wind behind her and was preparing to drag her chainsaw behind her and smash it down.

Watch out behind you!

A dagger forged from crystal collided with the black shadow that was hurtling towards Laurentina.

However, the dagger failed to pierce the shadowy figure's body; instead, it grazed past him.

The deep-sea hunter probably didn't care about the greyhound's attack methods.

But at that moment, the rotating crystal dagger gradually flipped over, revealing a small sphere stuck to its back in mid-air.

boom!

The explosion knocked the unsuspecting deep-sea hunter over. Although it didn't cause much damage, it at least disrupted his route and gave Laurentina a chance to catch her breath.

Greyhound and W are much weaker than the Deepsea Hunters. They lack the means to confront the Deepsea Hunters head-on.

However, both of them possess Originium Arts as a means of remote control and interference.

W's Originium explosives, combined with Greyhound's rudimentary crystallization magic, effectively relieved some of the pressure on Grandia and Laurentina.

However, the corrupted deep-sea hunters are not fools. Just as the Sea Heirs choose to kill the weak, so too do their enemies.

Greyhound and W were quickly spotted by two deep-sea hunters who had transformed into Sealings, who pounced on them from the side.

But Greyhound and W didn't even have a way to dodge. Because there was someone else following behind them, ready to seize any opportunity.

boom!

A tremendous roar echoed down the stairs leading to the top of the altar.

The sturdy anchor crushed flesh and blood, breaking the backbone of the stone staircase. The attacking deep-sea hunter was instantly crushed in two by the anchor.

Ulpian leaped out from behind the two men, striking them successfully, and then pulled up the anchor, forcing the other deep-sea hunter back.

Even Goredia wouldn't dare say she could gain the upper hand against Ulpian.

This quiet man seems to have undergone some strange changes after breaking off contact with the Deep Sea Hunters.

"Don't waste time. The absolutist over there is stalling for the Lord of the Masses. You can go directly there!"

Ulpian turned to look at the woman who had called out to him.

The blade whizzed past Ulpian and pierced the body of the Deepsea Hunter who was attempting to ambush him from behind.

The behemoth opened its blood-red maw, and clear, thick flames flowed from its throat, spraying onto the body of the sea creature.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into charcoal.

Mon3tor tossed the hunter he had pierced aside with a hint of disgust and growled at Ulpian.

"Greyhound, W, assemble with me."

Kal'tsit didn't waste any words and immediately began to command Greyhound and W, intending to work with them to help Gladice stop the Sealings and create an opportunity for Ulpian to advance.

These marine-inhabited deep-sea hunters, who still retain their complete forms, are the core means of protecting Skadi.

But Goredia and the others cannot linger too long.

A large swarm of Sealings is already approaching; Skadi must sever its connection with the swarm leader as quickly as possible. Otherwise, they will all be worn down and killed by these Sealings.

Ulpian understood Kal'tsit's plan and turned around without hesitation, rushing towards the altar.

However, the Lord of the Great Clan was not unaware of this.

It had been clinging to the wedge-shaped rock the whole time, so it couldn't have missed the movements of these people.

Perhaps in its understanding, the deep-sea hunter is nothing more than its plaything, unable to cause any trouble.

Therefore, he only saw it when Ulpian sprinted to the top of the altar.

At this moment, Skadi was surrounded by several Sea Princes.

Her body had begun to mutate; her skin was gradually turning dark gray, her body was motionless, and her limbs were linked to these sea creatures.

Just as Ulpian was about to approach, a cloud of dark black mud fell from the sky, crashing down in Ulpian's path.

Ulpian had no choice but to stop and hold his anchor to his chest.

Ding!

With a crisp metallic clang, Ulpian involuntarily took two steps back, distancing himself from the clump of mud.

The dark black silt churned on the ground and soon solidified into a human shape.

It wore a small leather hat, its face was covered with a dark black mask, and it was dressed in a close-fitting combat uniform. It also held a bright silver scimitar in its hand.

This is no ordinary deep-sea hunter; it is a warrior created by borrowing the power of the Lord of the Great Clans, using data collected in dreams, and using abyssal silt as a base.

Ulpian recognized its prototype.

His right hand, gripping the anchor, was as hard as a rock.

The deep-sea hunter, born from the silt, did not attack immediately. Instead, it kept its gaze fixed on Ulpian for some time.

"Are you... one of our kind?"

He seemed to be bewildered, unable to even distinguish whether the person in front of him was a Deepsea Hunter or a Sea Child.

And the one who controls its consciousness is none other than the Lord of the Great Clan who is now clinging to the wedge-shaped stone.

Despite facing the words of the Lord of the Masses, Ulpian was miraculously unaffected by any of the mad ravings.

His spirit is as firm as steel.

"No...stay away from the large group...you..."

However, the deep-sea hunter was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The sound of the mechanism secretly reached Ulpian's ears.

A bright silver light flashed past their eyes.

In an instant, the manifested Fallen Hunter's gaze suddenly rose, and he was even preparing to say the next sentence.

In his confusion, he saw a headless corpse, disintegrating into mud.

A scythe that had been ejected was already suspended in mid-air.

"Stop wasting your time here, go do what you should be doing."

Patch threw a short knife.

Ulpian reached out and caught it, then passed Patch and continued running towards Skadi in the distance.

The fallen hunters, formed from the mud, regrouped in mid-air, and hardened blades emerged from the mud, stabbing straight at Ulpian's back.

The sickle knocked the blade away once more, and with a click of the mechanism, the blade flipped and converged inward, eventually becoming a cleaver that could be held in one's hand.

"Don't run away. Even though I'm just an ordinary businessman, it's still hurtful to be ignored."

Patch looked up and gave a familiar smile.

"Would you like to buy something?"

Patch stopped the Fallen Hunters that the Lord of the Masses had distracted him from sending.