The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Among all the incantations, the only fire that had a healing effect shrouded the arakkoa's bleeding body, slowly healing the wound and stopping the bleeding.

And looking at the flame of the same origin, bathed in the warm firelight, Pallotas' pupils slowly dilated, and began to climb a large bloodshot.

"...Is it... San?"

The sword that was intended to stab stopped.

"Ah—here I am."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Palotas spoke suddenly.

"How old is it?"

"Almost 30 years."

"Yeah, you're a lot older and stronger."

"...You have changed too."

San spoke in a calm tone.

"I hope you won't change."

The ancient trees growing on the side swayed with the cold wind, and countless fallen leaves kept falling down.

Palotas' eyes widened, and then blood flowed down like tears.

"I want to hold on, but can't think anymore."

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"In the end, I still can't do anything, I still can't do anything, no one can save me, I can't drive away the cold, I'm sorry... sorry..."

Sang's eyes were dull, and his voice became colder and more emotionless.

"Palotas, are you still the Palotas I know? What kind of despair made you look like this."

"...God, God answered me. My ideal was empty talk from the very beginning. But I didn't admit defeat. I'm still moving forward. I haven't surrendered yet. I don't want to... just surrender to this world...but I... San... I can't win."

"I don't admit defeat...but I still...lose."

Will cannot overcome death, no matter what kind of thought, it is over when the head is cut off.

Madness cannot be conquered, just like the Sun Warriors of the past, like the eroded Artorius, no one can say that their will is weak, but fundamentally, there is a limit to what can be done with persistence.

He suddenly yelled again frantically.

"Sang, what is needed is a child! It is a child! The fire must be passed on!"

Sang's eyebrows were clustered even tighter, and his frozen face was as cold and hard as a serious statue.

"Sang, are you married! Do you have a child? Hurry up and create a child! One person can't do it!"

"no--"

"why!"

Sang calmly replied with what he once said.

"...I will not let my child be born in a world without hope."

"——"

Pallotas was stunned, despair climbed on his face, so pitiful that it looked a little funny.

It was a long time before he spoke.

"Yeah, so there is no hope in this world. It turns out that no matter which world it is, there is no hope from the very beginning."

"San, you will lose too."

"You will forget, you will be unconscious, and you will go astray."

"You will be afraid, you will do whatever it takes, but you can't lose too much. Once a person is distorted, his roots can't grow straight, but you can't grow old, you can't stand time, the new era will not be dominated by old people. Create! But you can’t die, but if your head is cut off, where will your will rest? Can the body continue to move forward?”

His expression returned to normal bit by bit, and his crying eyes were filled with loneliness.

"This can't be done..."

Blood was pouring from his throat.

"Stop talking."

Sang spoke.

"You will die, but at least you can decide where to die."

"go home."

During an abyss raid, the undead team collected fragments of the painting world, which are still stored in the warehouse.

Palotas' pupils became more and more dilated.

go home?Can not be done.

I haven't found the flame yet, I haven't been able to bring warmth to the painting world, and I haven't been able to fulfill the promise with the eldest lady, so how can I go home?

The body was supported, and countless bright sun medals slipped out of the cracks in the pocket, but they were all blackened and shattered by the flames at some point.

Looking at the blackened sun, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

Not going back.

"water."

"water?"

"Ah."

Sang thought about it, and there was a river not far away.

but--

He turned to look at Pallotas.

No arms, no wings, no flames.

Poor man, what else can he do?

"wait for me."

He put it down, turned and walked away.

Finally lied again.

He came to the river as fast as he could and scooped up the water with a bowl made of crystals.

thump--

But it was thrown into the river again.

Turned around and walked back step by step.

Close your eyes.

step--

The warm fire began to dim little by little, and gradually disappeared, and the world became cold and dark again.

Palotas stood up, his eyes could not see clearly, and he stepped forward as if he would fall at any moment.

two steps -

Only now did he find out.

The past is all fake, memories have no way back, time is always gone, and the most persistent will is the past after all.

Only the flame is inherited, burning from generation to generation, and waiting for the day when it will be extinguished.

At this moment, the breeze begins to rise, and the wind is filled with the chirping voices of the past, the biting coldness of the old painting world, and a tear of disappointment before the irresistible nostalgia comes.

Three steps -

At this time, a mysterious and important thing suddenly appeared in his heart, which made him break away from reality irresistibly, and float in the deep sea of ​​the past.

He saw his own child who was born in the wind and cold and soon died of the wind and cold. The soft touch hardened like a rock when it cooled.

four steps -

He saw the sun was bright, he stretched out his hand to hug, flapped his wings to get closer, but he couldn't do it.

Can only watch the sun go down.

The sun is setting!

He hits the sun.

The world is pitch black.

five steps -

...It's so cold, I fell asleep.

He no longer moves on.

Sang stopped and opened his eyes.

He saw emptiness.

Bloodstains spread from the tree trunk, cutting off the line of ants on the side. The crow's head rested on the tree trunk, and its body curled up like a frozen chicken. The vulture in the sky seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Cold and greedy eyes.

Sang was silent for a long time, but she was thinking about things that probably had nothing to do with sadness.

He walked forward, reached into the loser's arms, and took out a small bag that was rarely damaged.

After opening it, a palm-sized painting fragment appeared in front of his eyes, but it was stained with a little blood.

He kept his hometown with him all the time, but he never went back until the end.

He picked it up, walked back to the burning village, and threw it into the hot flames.

Both the victim and the perpetrator no longer exist, and the existence of this village will also be erased from history by time.

Still insignificant.

Goodbye, Palotas, I will remember your urging.

I will keep going.

So there will be no going back this time.

Decided, go to the ancient dragon road——

San moved on.

His eyes slowly changed.

"So that's it, this is a dream, an annoying nostalgia."

"Well, after all, there are different kinds of dreams, but for a person like you, it is impossible to have a good dream."

The beauty with long blue hair squinted her eyes half awake and half drunk and said.

San didn't argue.

"gone."

He moved on.

Chapter 125: The Man of Londor

After waking up from the dream, he and Xi came to the top of a towering mountain peak, removed her blindness, and the pavilion where Ling was located appeared in front of her.

The blue-haired beauty rolled up the flagon on the ground with her tail and drank heavily.

Completely different from Xi who is a sister, she exudes an eclectic chicness all over her body.

"Yo, Xi, long time no see."

"...Sister Ling."

Sang looked at Ling, his eyes piercing as if they could penetrate the soul.