Ark of the Immortal

While resisting Haiji, everyone retreated towards the ninth floor.

441. Dawn twelve thousand

There were constant footsteps in the stairwell, and several figures flew out of the stairwell. The first one to bear the brunt was a warrior with a folding scythe on his back.

He was also holding a little girl in his hand, but the girl's condition was completely unclear as to whether she was alive or not.

However, her eyes were still bright, like candles in the dark night, with flames burning in her pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the two deep-sea hunters, as well as Kiobe and the doctor jumped out of the stairwell one after another.

As soon as they landed, they quickly turned back and looked in the direction behind them.

There are three companions over there who have not left.

Under everyone's gaze, W jumped out first. However, before she could land, she was hit in the back by a figure flying out from behind.

Greyhound suffered a heavy blow, and the large crystal shield that had just formed in his hand shattered inch by inch in mid-air.

The two collided with each other and rolled twice after landing before slowly getting up from the ground.

Kiobe and Laurentina happened to be supporting each other to stand up.

Are you okay?

fine...

Laurentina asked W first. W shook his head, and then immediately looked towards the stairwell, where there was an important person standing at the back.

After being helped up by Ceob, the gray dog ​​first whispered thank you to Keob, and then immediately looked towards the stairwell.

Brother helped me block most of the force, otherwise I would have cut him in half.

Just as he was speaking, everyone saw a figure covered in retro armor sticking his head out of the stairwell in the darkness.

His right hand still held the big sword that he had always carried by his side, but the big sword was now full of scars.

The undead man took two steps back one after another. Everyone heard two loud noises and saw the undead man floating back two or three meters, and then took another three or four steps back before he stabilized his figure.

What was shocking was that they actually heard gasps coming from under the armor.

This means that the undead man has begun to experience obvious physical exertion.

Moreover, he was still retreating.

fry!

A hoarse voice was pressed from the undead's throat.

W, who had just been pulled up, immediately clenched his right hand into a fist and bravely activated his Origin Stone skill.

Boom boom boom!

There were several loud noises in succession, and the Source Stone explosives hidden everywhere in the stairwell finally bloomed with their brilliance at this time.

The Originium explosives blessed by the Initial Fire were stuck with the load-bearing walls of the stairwell under Greyhound's professional techniques.

This detonation of W can buy them a lot of time. At least the damaged stairwell prevents the silt aggregate from extending its territory to the ninth floor very smoothly.

However, everyone can clearly feel that their strength is almost insufficient.

W is already gritting her teeth to release her Origin Stone skills. Part of her body has even become transparent, which means that her mental power is about to be overdrawn.

The prerequisite for entering the dreamland is to be able to stay here for a long time and not be transformed by the abyss. Either it is related to the dream, or it has strong spiritual power and is linked to the dream.

Now, she and Greyhound have been in the dreamland for too long, and the potion that maintains the connection is about to lose its effectiveness.

Moreover, the two of them fought from the fifth floor to here, and their own strength was almost exhausted.

People like W and Greyhound who consume mental energy to use Originium skills are actually fine. The worst they can do is exhaust their mental energy and exit the dream.

But some people are different.

As deep-sea hunters, Gladia and Laurentina will experience more abnormal situations in their dreams.

Laurentina felt that her spirit was getting more and more active. Although her body gradually lost strength, she was still excited.

Gladia, on the other hand, touched her collarbone without leaving any trace.

She could feel something calling her deeper, and the abnormalities in her body were becoming more and more obvious.

Perhaps, after this battle, there will be unconcealable changes in her body.

The undead man's breathing continued, and it took a long time before he recovered and hung the sword back on his back.

In the stairwell that was almost completely bombed in front of him. Although there is still some black mist spreading outward, the original silt is gathering towards the core, and it will take time for them to repair themselves.

I can't hold it anymore.

This is the first time that an undead person has said such words, which sounds a bit demoralizing.

me too.

Gladia nodded in agreement.

But no one gives up here.

Everyone looked left and right, trying to find the expression I have a solution on their companions' faces.

But it is a pity that everyone is frowning and unable to do anything about the situation in front of them.

Yes, everyone knows that they have to wait for Kelsey. But so far, there is still no news from Kelsey.

This has reached the ninth floor, and they can only use every means to stop the silt aggregate on the ninth floor.

The entire corridor on the ninth floor of the ship is about two to three thousand meters long.

In other words, these last two or three kilometers are their line of defense.

Only the doctor remained silent.

He, the commander, was trying to downplay his presence.

And his left hand was clenched into a fist, as if waiting for something to come.

Just underground on the ninth floor.

Today, the tenth floor is completely under Kelsey's control and has turned into a modular corridor.

Each corridor has different control methods.

Kelsey relied on the glove on her right hand to pull different weapons for her own use from the ever-changing corridors.

At that time, some of my friends made assumptions about the future. They once said that it was possible that people would no longer use swords to fight in the future.

Even if you don't have special abilities, you still have the ability to fight against monsters, and you can still keep yourself at an absolutely safe distance.

The two brothers argued for a long time. Every time I passed by the conference room, I could hear them arguing inside.

Sometimes it's because a line on the blueprint is overdrawn, and sometimes it's because the forged weapon has a slight deviation from the ideal state.

What remains unchanged is their pursuit of the final result and their attitude towards excellence in their experimental products.

That's why I have this entire corridor as my weapon.

With that said, Kelsey waved her hand in front of the already riddled nightmare Theresia.

Want to see the weapons forged by the legendary blacksmith, Mr. Andre's two sons of the Abyss, the Minos brothers?

Suddenly, a gap opened in the middle of the walls on both sides of Kelsey.

Extremely long black pipes emerged from the wall one by one and were arranged neatly in front of Kelsey.

Later, with the help of a robotic arm, Kelsey was able to control the angle of these transmitters with her gloves without having to hold them with her hands.

Kelsey raised her right hand, and the green signal light on the glove flickered on and off, and finally turned into red, which represented danger.

Theresia only felt that she was facing a great threat.

But she was already a little tired.

In the past ten minutes, she had withstood attacks from more than five different weapons from the tenth-level weapon system.

As Kelsey said, she was trying this fight out as a surgery, so she didn't hold back at all.

As a doctor, it is your responsibility to the patient to give your best during surgery.

Before Theresa could speak, she saw Kelsey pointing the signal light on her fingertips at herself.

In an instant, there was a burst of rain.

The black tubes gathered in front of Kelsi fired countless energy bullets from the mouth of the tube.

These bullets have been purified and refined by the energy of the Alk ship's engine, and have extremely strong destructive power.

And Kelsey had no intention of letting go.

The bullets fell like raindrops on Theresia's body. Her body was like a piece of extremely elastic cloth, with dents constantly appearing and then recovering with the power of the dream itself.

This cycle lasts for ten seconds.

The entire corridor was full of pits and pits, as if something had violently hit it.

And these traces directly act on the rules of the dream itself. Because this weapon system is originally part of the dream itself.

Theresia's throat was completely mute, and she couldn't remember what kind of blow she had suffered.

If an outsider were standing here and just looking at the state of the two parties, they might think that what Kelsey did was more like a villain.

She kept talking, destroying Theresa's mental stability and striking her body at the same time.

After continuous shooting, the black pipes retracted into the wall one by one.

Kelsey stretched out her hand, as if she had grasped some handle out of thin air. She pulled it down, and weapons of different transformations appeared from all directions.

Theresa's tentacles couldn't get close to Kelsey at all. Before approaching Kelsi ten meters, he will be blocked by swords and various strange launchers.

The body that originally looked evil and filthy has been pierced countless times, and the weak tentacles cannot even expand.

As Kelsey said, as long as she is on the tenth floor, this is her domain.

The only person who can stop her is still on the upper level, assisting her other partners in blocking the sludge aggregate.

However, in such a humble and tragic situation, Nightmare Theresia still laughed out loud.

Her bright upper body stretched out her human arms with some distress, gently touching the weak tentacles and soft tissues of her lower body.

Hehehe...

Theresia's sudden laughter made Kelsey's waving arms pause for a moment.

She looked at Theresia with some confusion, as if she was asking.

what are you laughing at?

Kelsey, you are trying to kill me.

Theresia's voice was completely mixed with the voice of the Lord of Dreams.

This is proof that Theresia is polluted by dreams, and the extent of her pollution is gradually deepening.

yes.

Kelsey nodded and said.

I just want to kill you.

But you can't kill me, and you can't kill me.

Theresia shook her head and said firmly.

If you can, according to your character, you won't torture me all the time. You are waiting for an opportunity.

Kelsey stopped talking. She stared at Theresia in front of her and continued to wave her arms, controlling the weapons that emerged from everywhere to attack Theresia.

Look, you're silent again.

Theresia's laughter gradually became wilder. Although she was still weakly resisting the attack from the tenth floor.

I am the master of this dream. I was born here, I live here, and I am waiting for a way to leave here, but no matter what, this is my home.

You can use the loopholes in the dream to restrict me and attack me, but you can never kill me.

You are an outsider, an existence that is not understood and is not allowed.

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