Ark Undead

And that was the brief moment Scout was delayed.

The first ray of sunlight had already pierced through the gaps in the seawater and descended straight down at the very top of the dome.

This is the first time such a dazzling light has shone in Iberia, a land that has been shrouded in gloom for decades.

Isamara withdrew her power and deliberately dispersed the clouds so that she could witness the great horde completing its evolution under the sunlight.

And that ray of sunlight landed in the center of the field.

Coincidentally, the person standing in the center of the room was a man of few words.

The undead man, bathed in sunlight, raised his greatsword and placed it at his side.

The inextinguishable flame shone with a golden light under the sunlight, dazzling and eye-catching.

Isamara looked at the undead in the sunlight and instinctively felt uneasy, but she didn't understand why.

Yes, in order to evolve, Haisi will discard all superfluous emotions and functions.

That is why they have no sense of pain and cannot feel suffering.

But it is precisely because they cannot feel pain that they lose their awe of pain.

The mark of the abyss, meant to warn those who have been blessed, has for the first time lost all its function.

Even though it has already resounded.

The next moment, a huge tremor rose from beneath everyone's feet.

Even Isamara didn't immediately realize what had happened.

The sunlight that illuminated the bodies of the undead gradually shrank amidst the tremors, and finally disappeared completely in the ever-flowing tide.

Only the flames on the undead remained unchanged, like burning gold, scorching one's eyes.

It was only then that Isamara learned of it.

Agor is falling.

The calls of the crowds vanished with the disappearance of sunlight, and naturally, communication between people was once again established.

The doctor gasped for breath, lifting his hand from the detonator beside him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough that the moment he realized the Great Silence had occurred, he kept patting Onstan's body, urging him to use superhuman strength to turn the main valve.

He then snatched the detonator from Logos's hand and pressed it the instant the main valve was pulled down.

The sound of the explosions was drowned out by the great silence, without causing the slightest ripple.

Only now have they heard the sounds of explosions and collapses coming from deep underground.

"go!"

Before he could even catch his breath, Dr. Tan immediately issued instructions to everyone.

"Get out! Get out! Don't stop inside! Everyone prepare for the impact, prepare to survive in the sea!"

The doctor roared, directing everyone to evacuate from underground.

He didn't have time to check if the explosion was complete.

If they don't evacuate now, they'll all have to continue sinking to the bottom of the sea with Agor.

Meanwhile, Kal'tsit and the others, who had resumed communication, watched as the dome of Agor crumbled piece by piece because the central control area had been destroyed.

It was as if a hole had been torn in the sky, and seawater poured into the city of Agor.

And they, too, were gradually sinking to the bottom as Agor landed.

Scout has already told Goredia about the Doctor's decision to sink the Agor.

Goredia did not show much surprise or anger.

She actually felt relieved.

Perhaps, for the Agorians, it's better for this city to be submerged in the deep sea, rather than becoming a transit point for the sea monsters to attack the land.

"Alright, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

The greyhound collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"Our mission is complete. Now it's up to you, Big Brother!"

W did the same, lying down right next to the greyhound.

While Scout was still struggling to survive the floodwaters, the two men simply lay on the ground and gave up.

As for the deep-sea hunters, they already possessed the ability to survive in the deep sea, and had previously swum to Agor despite the immense pressure of the deep sea. For them, seawater intrusion was not a major issue.

"Don't let your guard down now! Do you want to die?!"

Scout reached out to pull the greyhound up, but was grabbed by the arm by another slightly fair-skinned hand.

It was Kal'tsit's hand.

"Let them both get some rest. They've done enough to get involved in the Deepsea Hunters' battle."

Scout was stopped by Kal'tsit, and Greyhound and W immediately closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Having traveled tirelessly through Agor and endured such a difficult battle, they were finding it difficult to continue.

Now, the two guys who are just giving up and sleeping probably won't wake up for a while.

"Oh, Dr. Kal'tsit! You have to think of something, we have to survive..."

Scout looked up, intending to ask Kal'tsit what she planned to do, but when he looked up, he didn't see Kal'tsit.

A long-unseen, transparent phantom enveloped Kal'tsit's true form.

Her friendly smile made Scout's voice catch in his throat.

"You've worked hard too, Scout. Now let me see you off on your final journey."

As she spoke, Theresa, who manifested from Kal'tsit, stretched out her fair hand and lifted everyone's bodies into the air.

Grandia and Laurentina were only slightly surprised, as they could sense that Kal'tsit possessed two different auras simultaneously after waking from the dream.

Therefore, he simply nodded his thanks to Theresa.

Scout finally came to its senses after a long period of stunned silence.

This man, who always presented himself as reliable, has also lost his composure.

Tears streamed down his face.

"My King! My King!"

Theresa smiled at him, then lifted Kal'tsit up and sent her into the air. They rose together with the rising seawater.

"My king, where are you going?!"

The seawater falling from the shattered sky gradually climbed up Theresia's body, like an elf sinking into the bottom of a lake.

He witnessed Therese being driven away by the flames and then traveled with his colleagues for several days.

She had realized that the path she was on had not ended.

Theresa has no regrets.

She didn't say anything; she just smiled and waved goodbye to Scout.

Until the seawater submerged her body, that transparent body finally condensed into a wisp of flame and quietly disappeared into the surging waves.

The battle at the world's barriers has begun once again.

The sea becomes a wave, crashing against the knight who tries to break through it.

The immortals, on the other hand, cut through the giant waves in the endless tide.

With each swing of his greatsword, he took a step forward.

The Lord of the Great Clans is powerful because he has an endless supply of sea creatures at his command. He can drag people into dreams and plunder their memories and physical forms.

But he is also vulnerable.

Because of the lack of the blood of the Old Gods, their bodies in the real plane are extremely fragile, and they can only turn into a mud-like form, clinging to the wedge stone.

However, the Lord of Dreams' powers were of no use against the undead.

The seductive whispers couldn't even get close to the undead; they were dispelled by the flames burning around him.

Not to mention that He could pull the consciousness of the Undead into his dreams. The consciousness of the Undead, like a pillar of the world, remained unmoved, while the consciousness of the Lord of the Masses was like a weak mayfly in front of Him.

The Lord of Dreams understood that He could no longer wait.

He wanted to begin offering sacrifices immediately, even if it meant being unable to walk in the sunlight.

Once Agor sinks completely, his body, locked to the wedge-shaped rock, will be suppressed in the deep sea.

He is the Lord of the deep sea, not the Lord of the great group suppressed in the deep sea.

Once the sacrificial ceremony was completed, the great group united as one, possessing the power to support Agor without relying on the remaining facilities.

Thus, the transit organization linked to the end of the Lord of the Masses' body began to operate.

At this moment, the people waiting on the altar finally reacted.

Ulpian has completely lost his form as a deep-sea hunter.

His limbs transformed into tentacles like those of a sea creature, and his body swelled without limit.

At the end of this ceremony, he will become part of the Lord of the Mass, and from then on lose all his own consciousness.

This was the price he paid to become a sacrifice in place of Skadi.

But he had been waiting for this moment for fifty years.

He raised his bloated head, and the image of the once calm and reliable deep-sea hunter had disappeared, but his eyes remained as calm as ever.

Footsteps sounded, and Ulpian, whose consciousness was gradually sinking into chaos, saw a clear silver light.

Raising his gaze slightly, Ulpian strained to make out the man who had walked up to him.

"Although I promised you it would end, I never expected you to turn out like this..."

Patch sighed, crouched down, and moved closer to Ulbian.

"So ugly... How does the blood of the Old Gods taste?"