The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

The mother on the side spoke.

"It's about an hour, bear with it, this is your mother-in-law's funeral."

The cause of the unhappiness was not the deceased, but simply bored with long walks in the rain.

There is no emotion in my heart.

From childhood to adulthood, I haven’t met this nearly 5-year-old elder three times in total, one of which was before I can remember, once when I was just in elementary school, and once last year when I watched it for [-] minutes, during which I was forced to kneel down by my father .

As a young man in the new era, he really didn't have a good impression.

There is no emotion, but there is curiosity, which stems from his age.

She is the longest-lived person I have ever seen with my own eyes.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that I didn't survive the last winter at the age of 99."

The mother expresses the same regret that there is nothing wrong with it.

In the year when the great-grandmother was born, the red regime that led this country had just been born, and he was only in his early twenties until the end of the World War. There were countless histories after that, and each of them felt as strange to him as a dream.

100 years, a century, is like a kind of boundary indicator.

100 years is too long for human beings.

Looking at the red coffin carried by everyone in front of him, he was silent for a while.

The irritability in my heart has somewhat turned into awe of time.

He walked on.

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It's raining in Farland.

The last undead team looked at the gray sky, and couldn't help but suddenly recalled the funeral that they thought they didn't remember too deeply.

It has been ten years since the undead team spread fire.

He has also passed the age when he should know his destiny.

More than half a hundred years have passed.

It's the same whether it's work or vacation, once halfway through, the rest of the time becomes fast.

Looking at his calloused, rougher and wider palm than his father in memory, he picked up the fallen white hair.

"Life..."

He has been aging, unlike humans in the world of Dark Souls, his lifespan is only a few hundred years.

So this is a question that needs to be considered. If he wants to continue, he must go beyond the boundaries of human beings.

This is not difficult. Combined with Andil's research, not being a human being is the most direct choice.

But he still has concerns about the tree-man posture.

He doesn't have the dark ring of the black soul dwarf, so he won't become undead.

As for the other roads—

I remembered the information about dragon belief and the way of ancient dragons that a certain dragon cancer who had been dead for many years had mentioned to him after he was drunk.

San was lost in thought again.

The first fire that had been thrown into the fire was burning vigorously, which indeed suppressed the power of the abyss, and because of the peace, no undead went to Fran for the assessment.

This period of time is basically calm, and it is also a rare time for research and improvement.

But there are still many things he needs to do, although he still has to think about it.

At this moment, appearing quietly like a ghost, the captain of the ghost army reported the information to him taciturnly and skillfully.

"Several nearby villages were slaughtered, and the survivors told of a strange monster, but no trace of the abyss was found at the scene. Do we need to solve it?"

"There are no traces of human nature, there are traces of flames, and the situation in the surrounding area is also very stable. It should not be human pus or aliens, but probably inhuman evil spirits like demons."

I thought about it.

"I'll go."

Instead of letting Ghost deal with demons with extremely high physical and fire resistance, it is better to let him deal with them casually.

Demon's souls are valuable research objects.

The results of research in recent years are not as good as before. Is it the result of having left the prime of life? Even the mentality and handling of things have changed.

...I really don't want to grow old.

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"WTF?"

In a strange small town, a drop of black ink fell from nothingness.

And from the ink, a cyan shadow emerged silently.

She was about the age of a girl, with bluish black hair that grew to her waist, pointed ears unlike ordinary people, and maroon pupils.

It is not a human body, but one of the fragments of a giant god-like beast in the past. The painter named Xi looked at the coffin inexplicably appearing in his painting world in confusion.

It seems that it has been a few days and months. Since there was no movement, she didn't notice it until she finished painting a picture.

"?"

A clear question mark appeared above his head.

"Who is it? That idiot who loves spicy food? Or is it the authority of Lingjie? The Heavenly Master of Dayan has come up with a new trick again?"

If it was an empty gift, it would be somewhat provocative.

And if there is in it.....

No one is hiding in it.

Thinking of the style of some of her relatives, Xi thought it was very possible.

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So taking a deep breath, she kicked hard.

"Well--"

Because of not exercising for hundreds of years, she kicked her feet sorely.

"Humph! Humph! Haha...ha..."

He kicked a few more times to vent his anger.

Still no movement.

"There's no one?"

"........"

empty?

Gathering up some courage, she reached out and pushed the coffin lid away.

However, it is different from imagination.

A figure lay there quietly.

It was an unknown man with a bare upper body and some white hair.

The pupils that were as sharp as a wolf and scarletr than blood opened and turned horribly.

"!"

The spirit was shocked at the moment they looked at each other.

And at the next moment, the palm stretched out like an eagle's claw, pressing down on the girl's astonished face.

It was instantly crushed to the ground.

In an instant, dense cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground, showing the great force.

The thinking of both of them began to recover in the next second.

Xi: Who am I?where am I?What am I doing?

San: Huh?What kind of creature is this?

The nature of the demihumans of Terra is completely different from the species seen.

In terms of life strength, it is even better, only Skadi can match it.

What is going on with this space? It is somewhat similar to the painting world, but it is too vain and fragile.

How is the body repairing?

Not bad, the strangeness of the sarcophagus has never been seen, while repairing his body, even his strength has returned a little.

He has returned to the level of his destiny year.

Not much, but enough.

Red streaks appeared on the arms.

It seems that the erosion of absorbing sin fire has not been completely cured, and it will take time.

Thinking, but the humanoid life form that pressed it finally responded.

"You bastard, how long are you going to hold me down?!"

"Before asking questions, go and reflect on 100 years!"

With Xi's soft shout, the power of Sui Beast exploded.

Sang's eyes flashed a strange light, and he muttered to himself.

"Painting secrets? No, it's a similar spell..."

With the idea of ​​practicing true knowledge, there was no resistance.

The next moment, Sang's figure disappeared in this space.

Chapter 117: Daughter of Chaos

Eyes opened.

The quiet and desolate Falan Ling Temple, which was deserted, was the scene he was most familiar with for thousands of years.

Leaning on the altar at the end, San stood up.

"interesting."

Although vanity is like an illusion, it can be easily destroyed and torn apart, but it is indeed a power similar to the secret method of painting. The world in front of you is neither real nor fake, but it is also a virtual realm formed by memory after all.

I didn't expect to be able to return to France.

A bit of complicated nostalgia rose in my heart.

He stood up, turned around and calmly pushed the altar away, and with a loud noise, a downward passage appeared in front of him.

"Just take a look."

Ignoring the observing eyes of outsiders, Sang took a step forward.

As for the painter, Xi, who was observing, tilted his head inexplicably at the scene in the painting.

"Which country is this location? Damn, I have no memory."

Stayed at home for too long.

The desolate background aroused a little curiosity in her heart.

Down below is the former site of the sick village, which is also the underground tomb of Casas today, but there is no sign of life, and even the existence of the undead is like a cloud of the past, like a game that only has a map loaded.

He walked past the most recent tomb until he reached the drawbridge leading to the gate of Warnier.

His eyes did not look at Arnoel Londe at the end of Iluzir, but went further down, down to the chaos that was hotter than lava.

He jumped straight down and landed silently in the empty, smoky lake.