Something's wrong with my undead

After listening to Gawain's story, it took Alpite some time to accept the fact that the overly dark guy in front of him was the Sun Knight himself.

After all, not only did the other person's appearance change drastically, but even his temperament changed.

Gawain himself was not so... cheerful.

Even though he has a good reputation outside, the Sun Knight himself is terribly low-key within Eternal Dawn.

Even so low-key that he is a little autistic.

After all, there have been rumors within the church that the blessing Gawain received on Sunny Day was actually a punishment from the Holy Light because he had not yet passed the promotion trial.

Strong men like Alpite always believed that such rumors were just malicious slanders by jealous people.

The results of it?

Hey, that’s exactly what happened!

Who would have thought of this...

After a long while, the former arbitrator raised his head and looked at Gawain. His eyes were more dead than calm.

The holy light in his body took away most of his passion and enthusiasm when it slipped away. Now he was like a gloomy old man, with no interest in anything.

This certainly allows him to think calmly, but it can also easily lead him into an abyss of nothingness and inability to extricate himself.

It seemed as if everything in the world had lost its meaning to him.

"So, you mean to say that the holy light and gods we believed in in the past are actually aggregates of thoughts from the void? Are they some kind of powerful strange beasts?" he asked.

Gao Wen nodded: "You can understand it that way, but it is also the spiritual sustenance of everyone."

"I understand." Albite nodded and said, "Then what? Now that I know all this, I know... the truth. What should I do? Repent? Atone? Beg for your forgiveness? Or, are you here to recruit an old and useless prisoner like me and use him as the first wave of charge in the battle?"

At this point, he shook his head woodenly: "I don't think it's worth wasting so much food."

Gao Wen sighed, somewhat helplessly: "Old man Barry is right. Although you didn't cut the soul essence, too much soul essence was taken away when you extracted the energy. It's like a tree that has lost a lot of water... Come on, I'll take you to a place where I may be able to wake you up."

...

A few minutes later, Alpite was taken to the Copy Research Institute.

The latter should actually be called "McKala Internet Cafe".

Anyone who does not have enough mental strength to directly enter the dungeon can use other means to enter the dungeon and play the game here.

Moreover, cloud server copies such as Nibra City also require a certain mental strength threshold. People who do not meet the requirements can also come to the Internet cafe for online travel.

Although there are no battles or training in the online Nibra City dungeon, many Macara people with extra contribution points treat that dungeon as a travel simulator and take the opportunity to get in touch with the elves in the city.

Not everyone is a strength player, there are always casual players, right?

And since Todd and his team brought back a huge amount of data from the city of Nibra, after a major version update, the information about this city has become even richer.

Even without sufficient rewards, the mere act of dealing with these strange elves made the Macara people excited.

But these are not the reasons why Gawain brought the former arbitrator here.

He connected the equipment for the other party, and the two of them entered the other world together, and then brought him to a light golden vortex.

"This leads to a trial. Although it is still very simple, I think it is enough to arouse your enthusiasm." Gawain said.

Alpite had no expression on her face, and just lowered her eyelids: "Should I go in?"

"Yes."

Alpite walked straight in.

He didn't care what it was, he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

If this could kill him outright, all the better.

Then, his consciousness was torn apart by the vortex and gathered again in an unfamiliar battlefield.

The darkness gradually faded and the senses resumed working.

The cold wind slapped his cheeks, and in his ears he could hear the clash of weapons, the shouts of soldiers, and the howling of the dead...

Wait, undead?

Certain memories that were deeply ingrained in his bones could not be taken away by the Holy Light, and he almost instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

He heard it right, that was the roar of the Stitched Monster!

And judging from the sound, it is a large species that is over four meters tall.

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was stunned.

There were lead-gray clouds overhead, and beneath the feet was the cold, cracked black earth, alternately baptized by death and holy light.

All kinds of undead creatures came from afar like a tide, and the mountains and plains were filled with black masses.

But they were blocked outside by a thick golden wall of people and could not get any closer.

That's thousands of Paladins.

They bathed in holy light and fought with these disgusting creatures in front of them!

His heart beat violently several times, as if something was sprouting from the depths of his soul and was about to break out of the ground.

His fists clenched involuntarily, but no familiar force responded to him.

There is only endless weakness and dejection.

“What is this place?” he asked. “This can’t be the Ash Front.”

Gawain was right behind him, and asked curiously, "Why?"

"If this was a real battlefield, I would have passed out from the erosion of death energy. And..."

Alpite looked at the stitched monster that was over four meters tall. In addition to the two extra hands on its shoulders, there seemed to be a glowing red gem in its forcibly stitched chest. The red light emitted from it wrapped around its body. This scene reminded him of some of Zanro's ancestral warriors.

“That monster was hit by the blades of punishment from twenty people, but it recovered from its injuries in just a few breaths, and its movements were extremely fast... I have never seen such a difficult stitched monster.

"If those necromancers really created such a powerful monster, they would have taken Duhefulus back long ago."

Alpite changed his self-destructive attitude and spoke these words clearly.

Gawain couldn't help but grin.

Teeth appear whiter.

"Yes, you guessed it right, Instructor Albite. This is a trial field. Its creator, Instructor Da Huang, prefers to call it "Guarding Macara". Look over there."

He raised his hand and pointed, and Albite looked over and discovered that behind the paladins was a lonely lord's mansion.

A blond young man was standing in the yard, continuously casting spells with his hands.

In front of him was a silver pond. Paladins climbed out of the pond one after another, bowed to him, and then rushed to the battlefield in high spirits.

“That’s the place we’re protecting,” he explained.

"This is really... blasphemous."

Alpite twitched the corner of his mouth...

If it were his old self, he would have probably punched Gawain.

The legend about the God of Light clearly states a miracle, that is, devout believers who died in the fight against the undead will be reborn in the clear spring blessed by divine power.

It's exactly the same as the scene in front of me.

"Is that the 'Heine' you mentioned?" he asked.

"Yes, but that is not him, just an illusion, a...symbolic embellishment. Moreover, once the protection fails, he will wipe out these undead souls by himself and then scold us." Gawain joked.

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

Alpite asked the question again.

Unlike the numbness before, there was more light in his eyes this time.

This question was not a knee-jerk response, but a genuine curiosity.

"It's easy, just join us."

Gawain said, "We will train more soldiers and spread the true teachings of Holy Light to more people, rather than letting those people of Eternal Dawn do evil under the banner of God."

Albite was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Since you already know the nature of 'God', why do you still believe in 'God'?"

Gao Wen: "People always need a spiritual sustenance. This sustenance can be a blood relative with high moral character, an elder with noble character, or a person who walks with you. But in fact, what we respect is never this specific person, but the perfect image in our hearts, which is the original 'God'.

“No matter what the concrete form of ‘God’ is, we cannot deny the ‘God’ in everyone’s heart, nor should we think that this is wrong and that we must crush it and destroy it… This will lead us down another wrong path, because this ‘God’ is our ideal self, and once we slander it, we will turn ourselves into the most disgusting person.

"So, we need self-affirmation and self-criticism, but neither of them can be done by others, otherwise 'affirmation' will become a compliment with ulterior motives, and 'criticism' will become a weapon to suppress us. We must recognize ourselves, and this is the source of belief and strength, and it is also the new doctrine of our Karaoke Knights."

"It's hard to imagine that these are the words you said."

Albite sighed, "I remember six years ago in Helm's Castle, when you were commended, you had to go on stage to give a speech. Including the greetings, you only said three sentences in total, thanking the three Paladins who sacrificed their lives."

Hearing this, Gao Wen's expression was a little unnatural: "This is actually... actually not something I came up with."

"Who's that? Bedivere? Galat? Elian?"

Gawain: "It was the one who defeated you... the sheep-catching knight."

"Catching sheep?" Alpite couldn't help but frowned. "By the way, you haven't mentioned the skeleton to me yet. Was he a shepherd in his lifetime? Strange, isn't a shepherd also a shepherd?"

Gao Wen: "The name is just a code name. In fact, not only him, but also his... companions, they are all full of mysteries. You will understand them later."

"Will I still deal with him?"

A trace of fear flashed across Alpite's face.

He thought of the opponent's impeccable defense, which was even more stressful than the Protoclaxan Mountain.

"I don't think there is anything I can do better than him... He can even activate the heroic spirit in the 'Inheritance' sword. What's more, I have become like this now."

"It doesn't matter. The dry river needs spring water to flow again."

Gao Wen smiled heartily, revealing his big white teeth. "For example, you are much better now than before. As I said before, strength comes from your own beliefs, which is the driving force of life. As long as you find the direction, you will recover soon."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them.

It was Loulton with a stern face.

"Are you done talking? It's time for the interview." He said, and then looked at Albite:

"Is this the 'monster design consultant' you mentioned?"

"Yes, that's him."

Gawain quickly promoted this old knight who had fought on the Ash Front for more than forty years.

"He has personally killed more than a hundred kinds of undead creatures, nearly ten thousand in total, and has a sufficient understanding of their characteristics, combat effectiveness, and coping methods!"

Loulton's scrutinizing gaze shot over, and the former arbitrator couldn't help but straighten his hunched back, and the previous dejection seemed to be swept away.

"Then come with me," said Loulton.

"where to?"

"Go try out your new job."

...

After arriving at the "workshop", Alpite discovered that there was someone familiar here.

"Alpite-senpai!"

Bedivere hurried over to say hello.

"Why is it you? You've never been to the Ash Front, have you?"

The arbitrator immediately looked over with sharp eyes, as if questioning the professionalism of this work.

He got into the role pretty quickly.

Xiao Bei suddenly became nervous: "Sir, I..."

Loulton: "No one else has been to the Ash Front either, and among them, he has the richest imagination and the strongest construction ability, much better than those guys whose brains are filled with nothing but muscle and Holy Light."

Alpite couldn't help but become more curious: "How do you work?"

Loulton handed him a silver helmet attached to a wire.

"Put it on and imagine the 'monster' you want to create."

The end of the line was connected to a square silver box that looked like a fish tank, and inside it was a misty gray air mass.

Even though he had lost the ability to perceive the outside world, Alpite could still see something from the familiar gray air.

"Is this...death energy?"

"Yes, my lord." Bedivere explained, "This is pure death energy."

"Is there pure dead air?"

Even though Alpite was not so extreme now, he couldn't help but ask this question.

Loudon: "Holy light can also be mild, so why can't death energy be pure?"

Alpite couldn't refute it.

He put on the helmet as instructed. The fine hairs on it connected to his soul body like tentacles, but did not cause any discomfort.

Then he imagined his first undead kill—a bonehound.

It seemed to be a transformed northern pit bull. Its body was rotting and oozing with dark liquid, but its muscles were strong and its movements were agile.

The most important thing is that it has a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

Once you are locked into those eyes, fear will spread in your heart.

When he came to his senses, a monster that looked almost exactly like what he had imagined had already appeared in the fish tank in front of him...

"What kind of spell is this?"

Alpite couldn't help but ask.

This is amazing…

"This is called reverse dream printing technology." Xiao Bei explained: "To put it simply, it prints out your memories in reverse."

As he said this, he pulled out a piece of parchment from the stack of parchment in his hand and handed it to the other person.

"You must give it some details, my lord."

"detail?"

Alpite looked down and saw the following words written on the paper:

[Rotten Bone Hound Enhanced Version: Added poisonous fangs, bone spurs at the joints, and stealth capabilities. ]

He was surprised and said, "This... Is this the research notes of some evil necromancer?"

Bedivere: "This is the future evolution trend of the undead creatures. Instructor Da Huang instructed us to do this before he left. He told us to adapt to the version update in advance. After fighting against stronger enemies, it will be easier to fight against the weakened version."

Alpite immediately thought of the stitched monster she had seen before...

"What is that monster with red light inside its body?" he asked hurriedly.

Xiao Bei lowered his head and flipped through a few pages, then took it out and handed it to him.

[EX Abomination·Flesh Puppet: Adds a blood core to the Stitched Monster, can control blood aura, and has skills similar to the Gladiator's Killing Intent Perception, Bloodthirstiness, Frenzy, Blood Shield, etc. The most important thing is that it can actively self-destruct in crowded places to cause greater damage without the need for human control.]

Alpite felt his hands trembling...

What is written on this thin piece of paper?

If those lunatics on the Ash Front saw this, how many Paladins would have to pay with their lives! ?

"The instructor you mentioned... is he really not a necromancer?"

"Uh……"

Xiaobei looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

How to say it, he felt that those people were much more terrifying than the Necromancer.

At this time, Loudon said, "You did a good job, Lord Albite. You passed the test. As a reward for joining the company, I think you need to take a look at this first."

As he said this he waved his hand.

Another fish tank appeared in front of the three people.

After seeing what was inside, Alpite's eyes suddenly widened.

"Is this... the heroic spirit in the 'Inheritance' sword?"