Ark of the Immortal

However, the sound of cutting into a ball of mud is not so pleasant.

W turned around and leaped forward. After avoiding the splash of mud and the sweep of tentacles, he threw out two explosive Originium objects as big as Hidden Blades from his cuffs.

It passed through the gaps on both sides of the gray dog's ears in front of it, and just nailed the tentacles in front of the gray dog.

Before the tentacle hit the shield that had just solidified in Greyhound's hand, there was an explosion.

boom!

The violent sound left traces on the tentacles and pushed Greyhound back two or three steps.

But this time, it left a lot of room for Greyhound to move.

He waved his greyhound right hand back, and a flash of bright blue light lit up in his hand, and the Origin Stone skills inherited from ancient magic shone brightly.

A crystal blue sword was held in his hand, and he slashed at the tentacles that were still attacking him unyieldingly.

The sharp blade cut the tentacles like butter, and the fallen limbs quickly turned into mud again. Before it had time to burn down, it merged into the tide of sludge that was spreading forward.

And from the root of the tentacle, a large piece of mud-like filth surged up. The gap was filled in a moment, as if countless carved giant hands were born out of thin air, repairing the tentacle as before.

Back off again!

The undead man shouted, and when he took back the sword in his hand, he turned around and hit the Greyhound's condensed shield with his sword.

The undead man struck the shield with his sword, knocking the gray dog ​​back a long way and landing right next to W.

The Greyhound adjusted his landing position in mid-air, stabilized his balance, and then looked up at the undead who were still fighting in front of him.

Before the undead man turned back, he raised his hand and swung the sword horizontally. The crimson flames gushing out of the sword condensed into substance in an instant, and condensed into a crimson energy sword farther away from the sword.

Holding the sword hilt with both hands, the undead man suddenly swung the sword in the face of the tentacles coming like a tide.

The undead who originally lost the blessing of the First Fire still have other means to temporarily regain their power.

This is the sword technique used by ancient knights that existed on the battlefield during the Dragon Hunting War. It is also the prototype of the sword technique used by the incarnations of King Xin in later generations.

On that ancient dragon-hunting battlefield, the dwarf knights favored by King Gwen of the Crows also served as the king's swords and spears to kill everyone.

Later, because of the Dark Soul, he was exiled by the gods to the Ring Seal City and was never allowed to leave.

After the passage of time, when the undead set foot in Ring Seal City again, those knights had already become the dead who had almost lost their minds.

But even they, when they raise the straight sword in their hands, can call upon the flame that originally existed in their bodies, temporarily regaining their former glory and the power of fire.

And this is also one of the combat skills that the undead use to combine the fire of magic and sword skills.

Combat Skills (Remaining Fire)

The cursed flames mixed with the fire of chaos flowed freely on the sword. The hot and manic flames were completely different from the vigorous initial fire.

This is a flame used for destruction and killing, and the twisted power contained in it cannot be resisted by even the creations of the abyss.

As the sword flew up and down in the undead's hand, the whole series of slashes seemed to leave sword marks in the air. The flaming sword energy continued to fly forward, burning all the tentacles that tried to get close to the undead.

Accompanied by the screams of pain from the silt aggregate, a large piece of severed tentacles fell from the air, and the severed limbs were covered with spell fire. Even if it falls into the filthy quagmire on the ground, it cannot instantly dissolve into silt and return to its original form.

Finally, after a full section of cutting, the undead man held the sword in both hands and stabbed down suddenly on the ground in front of him.

The flames spread through the cracked lines on the ground, and the crimson cursed fire sealed the entire road and evaporated the silt that kept rolling forward.

After finishing a full set of slashes, the undead man turned back, put the sword on his shoulder, and quickly escaped from here.

Greyhound scattered the crystal weapons in his hands, and W also took back the light crossbow in his hands.

Before leaving, W even turned around and threw two more Originium explosives. He didn't have time to see the explosion happen, so he followed the undead man and quickly turned into the room with the golden floating logo next to it.

The moment the door closed, the Originium explosives outside exploded in the cursed fire left by the undead. The explosion spread the cursed fire out again, almost covering the entire sludge aggregate.

The three people who entered the room finally put down their thoughts after hearing the painful cries of the silt aggregate outside the door.

Fuck...

Greyhound gasped, he put his hands on his knees, shook his head weakly, and raised his head to look at the undead man in front of him.

This guy is really, really hard...fuck, it's really hard. He can't cut it.

For Greyhound, the biggest feeling is the weapon condensed from his own Origin Stone skills. There is no trace left at all on this silt aggregate.

Even the limbs weakened by the undead's flames could only temporarily slow down their progress after being chopped off by the gray dog.

Those severed limbs returned to the rolling quagmire.

Like a perpetual motion machine that is not affected by external influences, it chops, repairs, is cut again, and is repaired again.

The only thing that consumes is the mental strength of people like Greyhound and W.

Greyhound and W also keenly noticed that the undead man's chest also rose slightly.

If you listen carefully, even the undead man is breathing slightly.

This is where Greyhound and W also find it tricky.

What? Can't hold it anymore?

Gray Dog looked at the undead man's rare expression of embarrassment, and he couldn't help but grin.

This is a rare scene. Brother, you are panting. I don't think anyone has seen it before, right? You've made a profit.

The undead man glanced at the gray dog ​​with his eyes hidden under his helmet, but didn't care about it.

This guy is able to enjoy hardships and maintain an optimistic attitude at all times.

Recovery, unable to keep up, consumption.

The undead man glanced down at his palm, clenched it tightly, and then slowly let go.

Originally with the First Fire as its core, the undead were able to use various spells regardless of consumption.

Spells, magic, and miracles are all in his hands.

But now, after losing the core of the First Fire, although the energy reserve in the undead body is still very majestic, it is ultimately rootless duckweed.

In the past, when there was no First Fire, the undead had element bottles that specifically stored campfire energy as recovery props.

But now, we can only wait for time to recover naturally.

In this blocking battle, this has become the biggest burden.

Otherwise, why would the undead need to fight and retreat at the same time?

It only takes a matter of minutes to open up all the firepower and use the thunder gun to turn this corridor into a thunder and lightning purgatory.

Just keep fighting, there are still five floors below... No, we will go down one floor later, that means there are only four floors left.

W did a little calculation and found that they had already carried out two rounds of blocking. The silt aggregate they faced at each level would be more powerful than the previous level.

This also means that every time they go down a floor, their danger will increase, and the consumption of the undead will also increase.

Can you keep up?

W looked at Greyhound.

It doesn't matter whether we can keep up or not. The key is when that old woman Kelsi can complete the B trial.

Greyhound was now speaking freely.

This thing is obviously unkillable, and it's like a limited-time game. If this guy reaches the tenth floor, there might be some big trouble. It all depends on Kelsey.

Now, almost everyone in the dream is waiting for Kelsi to complete her trial.

As for the undead, they can only try to delay as much time as possible for her.

However, complaining here is not the Immortal style.

After the undead man took a few breaths, he came to the wall and once again opened the secret entrance to the next level in the same way he opened the passage before.

Let's go, hurry up.

...

Entrance to the tenth floor.

A boot stepped into the corridor.

Behind the white-haired researcher was an elegant and elegant woman.

Finally, back here.

Nightmare Theresia took a deep breath.

Do you smell it? The smell you are most familiar with, the smell that only appears in your dreams?

Kelsey did not respond to her words. Her eyes were already attracted by the words on the doors in this corridor.

Just as the nightmare Theresia said to her, as soon as Kelsey walked here, she felt a sense of familiarity that lingered no matter what.

Seeing that Kelsey turned a deaf ear to his words, the nightmare was not worried at all.

She even stretched and spoke slowly.

This is the place you are most familiar with and the source of all nightmares.

Will you find the answer here?

my mother.

432.Please help me, mother

Everyone knows that Terra is a world that grew up on a behemoth from the past.

No matter which country's history it is, you can find some traces of that country in the past from those dusty history books.

It's ancient, but advanced. The strength accumulated by countless technologies and talents, as well as completely different interpretations of human life and morality, are all part of that ancient country.

However, few people know that the current Terra has absorbed the knowledge and technology of those countries.

Whether it is the use of Source Stone or the development of biotechnology.

For that country, it seems to be just a corner of the power. But even this corner is enough for the Terrans to change their social form and create a new power system.

Kelsey also once wondered what kind of power the ancient country that had passed away had, which would be able to stop her from trembling even after tens of millions of years.

Those industrial traces found in the land and social components excavated from humanities.

Kelsey is alert every moment.

That civilization that is so powerful that it cannot see its boundaries will also disappear for some reason.

Maybe it was a natural disaster, maybe it stemmed from civil strife.

All in all, it has vanished into thin air and become a grain of sand in the long river of history.

But she never thought about what this so-called history would have to do with herself.

Kelsey reached out and brushed the tools on the experimental table.

She gently picked up each surgical tool and held it skillfully in her hands. After using it twice, she put it down in silence.

Almost a thousand years have passed since the last time I changed my body.

Every once in a while, she would have to find a new body for herself, one that would accommodate her mental stability and keep her from losing her bearings.

The old body will become the nourishment of the new body and turn into waste in the nutrient solution.

Kelsey only knew that she had to live like this, and her heart told herself that she already had a goal.

Once upon a time, there must have been a goal.

But now, she couldn't tell.

Every time she changes bodies, her memory suffers a certain amount of wear and tear.

Kelsey still remembered that her last body was that of a woman with the characteristics of Sakaz. She used this body to stay in the land of Kazdare for hundreds of years.

She witnessed the rise and fall of Kazdel, the honor and disgrace, and saw the grand plans of the ancient kings. She even chatted and laughed with the heirs of the Twelve Kings.

But that body, under the erosion of the Origin Stone, wore out faster than ordinary people.

It is for this reason that Kelsi held a body replacement ceremony somewhere in Iberia.

She used a body she found to make replacement adjustments for herself, turning into the white-haired image that is now widely known to operators.

And the bodies she had possessed countless times before, as well as the powers she had mastered in the past, were stuffed into the body of Mon3tor, the experimental body that coexisted with her.

To be honest, it was really difficult for her to continue to recall the past.