Ark of the Immortal

Patch didn't move. He just stared at the ground in front of him, chewing the moss balls in his mouth.

I have been fighting against the guy who occupies Agor for so long. My body must have rotted away. When the dream ends...

Patch stretched out a hand and scratched his neck.

Click, it's almost gone.

The doctor obviously didn't believe it, he even crossed his arms over his chest.

Come on, you have lived from the Age of Fire to now, and even the immortals can't tell which one of you is older.

He died twice anyway, but you are really alive all the time. For a person like you, would I believe your words?

The doctor didn't believe it, and Patch didn't explain.

He just smiled.

The original cunning and funny look on his face seemed to have become an illusion.

This soul named Patch rarely showed some rare fatigue.

You know, the longer people live, the more they forget why they live.

Patch's voice had a rare vicissitude.

I quite envy the Immortal. His experience is much more exciting than mine.

The original undead hero, the salary king who continues the world. The hunter of gods, the unknown king explorer. I can't count them all.

But you were the last one left.

The doctor's sudden interjection caused Patch to fall into silence.

Patch, I don't know what you want.

This is something the Doctor has never been able to get a clue about.

As the wise man in the past deep-sea generation, the Doctor has seen many things.

He was the wise man of that era, and as the driving force behind the scenes, he ended the darkness of the Deep Sea Age.

But even such a person cannot see clearly Patch's true purpose.

Everything he does seems to have the same reason.

Stay alive.

But if he just wanted to survive, why would Patch be in so much danger?

Doctor, I don't understand.

However, Patch never said anything, so the doctor simply changed the topic in another direction.

So, what is the situation inside Agor? Is World Barrier okay?

Hearing the doctor change the topic, Patch naturally took up the topic.

The world's barriers are still safe. Barriers made of keystones. These filthiness that cannot yet understand the writings of gods cannot be broken at all.

But they can destroy the facilities that hold the keystones to achieve their own goals.

Patch looked at the sky outside the camp.

This direction is right to the seaside.

At the beginning, we set up countless sentry towers on the shore. As the nails of the world's barriers, they were nailed to this land and fixed the position of Agor.

From then on, Agor stayed away from the land and existed in the deep sea forever. The purpose was to make Agor an isolated place.

It should be the disaster about fifty years ago that destroyed almost all the anchor points, which means Agor's return.

Agor is getting closer and closer. I don't know what happened to it. But I can hear it crying... like a mother who has been separated from her child, calling for the return of her heir.

Patch looked at the two deep-sea hunters in the distance, who were testing the usefulness of the bonfire bit by bit.

Their brothers and sisters, those monsters of the same bloodline, are trying to assimilate them in the whispers of the abyss. This process is slow but effective, and no external force can stop it, including you.

This dream is the checkpoint set up by the big guy who is now entrenched around Agor. It is also his method to collect information, increase his followers, and call his companions.

The day Agor actually steps onto the coast will be the day the war between the Abyss and Terra begins again.

After listening to Patch's words, the doctor's palms clenched unconsciously.

His arms drooped and his fists hit the wall behind him, making a dull sound.

Is there no way? Do these deep-sea hunters have a future without being assimilated?

No...no, maybe there is.

Patch narrowed his eyes, remembering something important.

I saw a deep-sea hunter in a dream earlier. After the incident where the deep-sea hunters collectively entered the dream, he left the dream at an extremely fast speed.

If you can find him in reality, it may be a method you can use.

...

Everything in the dream was going on very smoothly.

But things were not very safe in the camp.

The entire camp seemed to be covered by something.

The lights lit in the camp also dimmed, and the light could not shine beyond the dozens of meters of the camp.

The wind was blowing hard, and the raindrops fell in thick rows.

In such a weird environment, Kelsey was conducting her experiment in the camp commander.

Suddenly, the two furry ears on Kelsey's head stood up, and she got up from the table where she was sitting at her desk and looked around.

And in the resting point of Rhode Island operators.

The fire girl, who was resting in the arms of the undead man who was sitting firmly, propped herself up from the undead man's arms.

The elegant lady turned her head, and her eyes covered by the blindfold seemed to be looking out the window.

Some danger is approaching.

She saw shadows.

409. Uninvited guests

This night, there is a danger that no one is aware of.

The first person to come into contact with him turned out to be Kelsey who had been doing his own experiments in the main camp tent.

Kelsey put down the instrument in her hand and turned her head towards the door of the tent.

She subconsciously suppressed her breathing, and her body seemed to have been stopped by time. Any slight movement appeared next to her ears.

The sound of wind outside the tent and the sound of raindrops hitting the tent were constantly amplified in Kelsey's ears.

She tried to find the smell of danger in it, those hidden in the shadows that could not be detected by ordinary people...

Gradually, the sound of raindrops and howling wind began to weaken.

Among these noises, which were as noisy as a big basket of peas falling to the ground, a heavy and slow breathing sounded in Kelsey's ears.

At the same time, there was a pounding heartbeat.

It was at this moment that shadows surged under Kelsey.

Bah!

The huge weapon tore through the reinforced fabric of the tent and attacked Kelsey directly from behind.

And from the black shadow on the ground, a dark and smooth monster emerged. It was as if he appeared behind Kelsey in an instant.

Not just the weapon that blocked the incoming attacker. Even in the monster's mouth, the faint yellow light was flashing with a dangerous aura.

Kelsey's voice was as solid as a rock, without any fluctuation.

Mon3tor.

Mon3tor suddenly opened his mouth, and a deep fire surged out of his dark body.

The flame was heavy and sticky, and just when it touched the ground, it stuck firmly to it.

The attacker's weapons were also covered in thick flames.

The attacker calmly shook his arm slightly, and the weapon vibrated in Mon3tor's stiff claws, creating a gap between Mon3tor's claws that was enough for him to retreat.

He jumped back and once again jumped into the deep darkness.

With the flames spit out by Mon3tor, Kelsey could see the general appearance of the weapon stuck by the flames in the darkness.

This shape...is an anchor?

And the man stood silently in the heavy rain.

The rain hit the anchor in his hand, and it took a while to extinguish Mon3tor's sticky flames.

Kelsey turned around slowly, even sitting on the chair.

Your Excellency really knows how to choose the time to attack the Church of the Church Legion in Iberia in this late night of heavy rain. I have to say that you chose the right time.

Kelsey was testing the situation. She did not reveal her identity immediately, but disguised herself as an inquisitor of the Anglican Church.

Sure enough, no matter what you say when you test like this, the other party will leak a considerable amount of information.

The Anglican Church of Iberia has not seen an inquisitor like you in the past fifty years. But if you insist on saying this, can I understand that Rhode Island still chooses to join Iberia?

The attacker's voice was hoarse and sharp. It was obvious that he had deliberately changed his voice. Normal people would not have such a throat.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that something happened to his body that caused him to have to use such a voice to communicate with others.

Rhodes Island, which has always remained neutral, actually chose one force as its foothold?

It seems that I came at the right time.

Kelsey ignored the sarcasm in the other party's words. She tried to capture some valuable information from the other party's words, but only very little.

So, Kelsey ordered Mon3tor to continue to stand in front of her, and she spoke again.

When we came to this camp, we chose the first person to attack. Not those weak sergeants of the Church of England, nor our operators from Rhode Island. We chose a sober person.

The guys sitting in the main camp tent are usually very valuable and can kill you, which means that the entire camp may be paralyzed.

The man tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the square.

Kelsey couldn't see clearly where he was looking. She really couldn't figure out where he was looking.

Besides, I don't need to take action now. The threats lurking in dreams will come to your door.

This man seemed to understand the nature of dreams very well. In his words, the threat of dreams to Kelsey and the others was much greater than that of himself.

However, he is a sober man.

Kelsey fell silent, and the attacker continued.

Do you really think that a dream is just a dream? It is just a window, and each of you is a window. The more people come, the denser the holes in reality become.

Do you really think that if you come here, you can help the Iberians solve their problems?

The Anglican Church has been trying for decades but has failed to uncover the truth. How can a mere Rhode Island prevent this from happening in a week or even a month?

This heavy rain has enveloped you. Before His gaze leaves, all of you must live under this rain curtain.

“Until you lose yourself in his word and become a believer in the abyss.”

He pointed the anchor in his hand at Kelsey.

I can't allow this to happen and I'm going to address these potential threats this morning before you all get sucked into it.

Kelsey's eyes gradually became serious.

However, even though the attacker in front of her said so many words to her, there were also some threatening words.

But Kelsey's intuition told her that the person in front of her probably didn't want to kill anyone.

He was more like a reminder, reminding Kelsi to be prepared for certain things in the future.

Just when Kelsey was thinking, the attacker in front of him had already rushed forward.

Mon3tor, who had not yet received the order from his master, screamed and blocked the intruder's attack with his claws and body.