The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Dragons are beautiful creatures that should look up to the sky and soar in the sky.

"Compared to such useless miscellaneous thoughts, you should think about how to break the situation after waking up, even in the spiritual world, there is not so much time.

Talul bit her lip tightly.

"I... am I worthy of your help? No matter how nice I say, I still failed. I hurt innocent people and killed so many compatriots. In the end, I will make you pay for the miraculous death." Resurrection."

"I'm not worthy..."

"Then you want to give up?"

"what."

"Will you give up?"

"........."

"Talulah, not counting the years I have lived in this world, my life has already been more than 300 years old. The bloodline of my ancestors and the immersion in dragon blood have made my lifespan extraordinarily long. In that hell In the world, longevity is not a good thing, too many people can’t even die, so for me, death is not something worth escaping or fearing.”

"I don't have any feelings about the resurrection like a dream. Thanks to the help of my friends, I regained my original intention and died with no regrets."

"My story has come to an end, and there is no need to continue."

He reached out and placed his palm on top of Tallulah's head.

"But you saved me. As a dragon, you saved my life. Since then, I have a hunch that maybe I will die in the same way."

"You have a noble soul like gold. You obviously lived less than [-]% of my time, but you have always lived for your ideals, lived to resist fate, fought for the weak and weak compatriots, and did what you think is right."

"You have given up almost all the happiness you should have. At this age, let alone experience or even dating, you can't cook, you can't make up, and you don't even know how to sweep the floor. You are basically close to the so-called older leftover girls. , or the most useless kind."

Tallulah's expression became stiff, and her fist hardened for some reason.

"Time is too short for me, Tallulah, how long will it take for you to change? Become something I can't recognize."

He always took the lead in battle, wielding the sword in his hand with rough skills, always writing half of the speech, and then he would play freely after the speech, there was a neat row of military uniforms in the cabinet, and he could not find a skirt.

smiled.

"Live a little longer. If you want to do more things, you have to continue to live."

Don't die in disgrace.

"Talulah, think more, look more, no matter the past or the future."

Dax looked at her.

"Your ideal is a difficult problem that seems to be impossible to answer no matter how much time you spend. Because of this, you can't give up easily. The road must be walked forward. Death is not terrible, and you are not afraid of death, but you should also Get that."

Hitting her head with the newspaper he pulled out from nowhere, he spoke in a lazy voice.

"People don't die when they deserve to die, but when they can die."

The world around me began to shatter at this moment, making a crunching sound.

Before Tallulah could react, Dax suddenly dropped a blockbuster.

"Oh, by the way, Alina is not dead yet, I rescued you."

"--what."

"It's true. Although the situation is a bit complicated, there will always be a way."

Tallulah had already started to float up, like a butterfly losing gravity, she started to leave uncontrollably.

And in a trance, she opened her eyes.

I saw the cold reality before my eyes.

The body pierced by the blade was burned by the accompanying flames, and half of the face had turned into a scorched black skeleton, only the last eyes were still looking at her gently.

"Welcome back, leader."

In the illusory world, Dax put the last mouthful of pudding into his mouth, patted his body and stood up.

Stepped on and stabbed into the ground by a spear, the link was blocked by a third party, the undead black snake who couldn't speak.

He muttered to himself.

"In the end, I still like dragons. But it's great to meet a strong child in the end."

So even if he died again in the same way, he would not regret it.

"Actually, I'm still a little worried. After all, hell and troubles will follow. Many people may die. But I've tried my best, and there's nothing I can do. Even so, don't worry. No more."

"Sure enough, I became weaker because of integration."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he still inevitably became anxious after all.

I really don't want to die with worry and anxiety.

At the end of this second life, Dax finally felt nostalgia for life.

He thought he would never feel this way again.

So what else to say-

【survive】

Dax, this cannot be said.

At the end of his last life, he also didn't tell that person.

Because such words would become curses.

what--

For some reason, at this moment, I seemed to feel something.

Dax turned his head, his eyes traveled through the space of a thousand meters, and collided with a condescending line of sight that also looked down.

It was a figure wearing a triangular spire hat and always seemed to be alone.

Ah.

He smiled.

It's a reassuring smile.

Be safe, old friend.

Sure enough, it was great to be able to live again this time.

Looking at the figure that was a hundred times more lonely than he had imagined, how long did he live after his death?

Has it surpassed, surpassed the parents who can imitate, surpassed the century of cognitive limit, and surpassed the hometown that has no name.

Still remember me.

Finally, he spoke to the man with his mouth.

"—This time too, I'll leave it to you to deal with the aftermath."

"Goodbye, take care."

"........."

The flames burned, his figure rotted in the fire, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the remaining ashes scattered with the wind.

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No one knows the mood of Frank's undead team at the moment.

The scattered ashes touched the outstretched palm, conveying the feeling of death.

"How can someone be stupid enough to die twice in a row with the same method of death..."

The sound echoed in the wind.

Chapter 112: The Undead Team Spread Fire

Tallulah stood in the wind for a long time.

Huge memories pounded her mind one after another, and the unwilling roar of the black snake was quickly submerged in the continuous shocks, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes had changed.

Even the temperament began to change.

Looking at the broken gun on the ground, she stretched out her hand to touch it.

But in an instant, a creepy gaze caused her body to react instinctively.

The blood of the red dragon makes her almost the highest level predator in this land, but the fear that appears at this time is not illusory.

But the reaction in this moment is not something to be ashamed of.

In the age of gray fog before the age of fire, immortal ancient dragons ruled the world, and in the genocidal dragon hunting wars launched by the four ancient kings in order to seize power, hunting dragons has always been the glory of warriors.

In addition to the destruction caused by the power of the king, among all the gods and dwarves, there is one who has not left his name in later generations. He and the unknown king, Ornstein, one of the four knights under the king, created the oath of gold and stone together. myth.

The nameless dragon hunting swordsman, for unknown reasons, he hunted ancient dragons extremely cruelly, and he was also the warrior who caused the most casualties to ancient dragons on the frontal battlefield.

Sang stood in front of the red dragon.

Memory gives feedback in an instant.

"mulberry……"

The undead team facing Fran in front of them called out unfamiliar names.

Without any reaction time, cold fingers touched her forehead instantly, the tough skin was cut like tofu, and the bright red dragon's blood fell off with a cold touch.

Talula has no doubt that if the other party has that intention, she will die in the next second.

"I'll deal with the effects of the sinful fire, and you do what you should do."

Putting down his hand, Sang brushed past him.

Quietly as if nothing happened.

"……sorry."

"no need."

Sang's tone and expression were unwavering.

"I'm used to it."

In the continuation of passing the fire again and again, time passed by him and killed everyone, so he also ran over time.

"I stayed in this city for a month. After the incident broke out, I had a lot of opportunities, but I missed them because of my thoughts, so in the end it still ended in the same way."

Even if the body is burned to ashes, as long as the soul still exists, he can save it.

But he made such a choice, even he couldn't divide the soul that was completely fused.

No matter how much time has passed and what kind of world he has come to, fate still will not let go of the opportunity to make him succumb.

And like this old foe, no matter what happens, he will still trample over him.

"I have nothing to say to you. For those of us who have lived in that world, death is just that. The important thing is to bid farewell with what attitude and mood, and what is left behind."

Looking at the silent Tallulah, Sang calmly said a cruel fact.

"It's not a repeat of the same mistakes. At the end of the nine-headed hunt, our fight didn't keep the child."

"But in this battle, he guarded you, so I will only say one word to you."

An unspoken curse spoken from another's mouth.

"Live."

"Talulah, you are no longer a child."

..............................

Standing on the high tower, watching Talula going away, Sang turned his head and looked at the great sword of sin karma burning with the flame of sin karma.

He stretched out his hand to hold the fiery hilt.

Using this as a conductor, all the flames and energy began to pour into his body continuously, the flames of sin continued to burn on his body, and the already meaningless pain and erosion began to react in the soul, but none of them aroused the inner anger. A wave of waves.

The clothes were burned under the flames, leaving only the hot armor burned by the fire, with patterns like leaf veins. The power of the flames turned into red cracks that continued to grow, trying to destroy the container that imprisoned itself.

Sang didn't stop him, and the violent flames continued to criss-cross his body.