The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

What is needed is time.

Looking at her old face with white beard and hair, Sang couldn't recall how she was when she was young, and helplessly realized that she was already older than her grandfather who passed away due to illness.

Sighing only Xumi, he continued to do that crazy thing.

He picked up his sword and aimed it at his chest.

pierce!

Sitting down with a blank face, Sang began a 20-year penance.

It was unimaginably painful.

Under the power of disaster, the flesh from the scalp to the toes began to rot, just like the Lingchi in the East as a punishment, pieces of flesh and flesh slid down as if they were being dissolved, like dead leaves in autumn decaying under time.

Until all the flesh and blood are gone, leaving only the dense blood vessels climbing on the bones, only the heart with wolf blood and the brain maintained by the immortal power of the glow stone, if you want to understand immortality, you must first understand what it is decay.

The power of calamity wants to pull Sang into death all the time, but the light of restoration is struggling to maintain its balance.

For this world, the body is not important, the soul from Chuhuo is the essence of life.

But it didn't come from this world. Like Gu Long, Sang's thoughts and life come from his own fragile body, and the head and heart are the source of life.

But it's just too fragile.

As organs, they are too fragile to survive time.

Therefore, San has to give up his identity as a "human being".

The soul began to disintegrate, and began to be transformed into a similar curse, engraving memories into the body in a rather crude manner.

The immortal ancient dragon has no soul, because it is immortal without a soul.

One year, two years, three years, ten years.

Bones began to grow from the bones, and the old bones turned into fragments and fell to the ground. The regrown skin was covered with black scales. The shape of the spine and even all the bones began to transform into that of a dragon, but they were forcibly twisted into those of a human being. attitude.

The black dragon sword stuck in the chest disappeared at some point, and the dragon tail turned into a weapon was reversely transformed into the original flesh and blood, helping Sang complete this difficult evolution.

In the spiritual space, Sang stepped on the boundary line between life and death day after day, constantly resisting the will of the black dragon, biting and eating each other, and devouring each other until one party disappeared completely.

Another ten years.

Finally, the figure stood up.

Ruxue's white hair fluttered in the gust of wind, and Sang opened the already blood-red dragon eyes, and in the depths, there was an orange halo that symbolized the power of disaster.

His body broke away from human beings and turned into the ultimate creature.

A humanoid form is just a shell.

San doesn't care.

What he is is up to him.

Now you just need to know that you can move on.

【At this moment, you are beyond your own race】

Andil's voice suddenly appeared.

【Now you are the same as me, even if the first fire goes out, you can still survive without being affected】

"........."

Ignore this voyeuristic scholar.

A pair of bloody bone wings spread out from his back, and Sang flew towards the top of the ancient dragon at high speed.

But he stopped talking, and Sang turned his head to look at the Sui Beast brothers and sisters who came up to him and looked at him strangely.

"what?"

Ling looked at him.

"Well, it's pretty solid."

Xi took a sip of wine and complained.

"Hehe, it's outrageous, is this immortal?"

Sang explained.

"The current body is just a human body of pure flesh and blood."

"Besides, I also said that that was just the beginning. What I got in those 20 years was not immortality, but "immortality". "

In the battle with the unknown king before finally leaving, the evolved flesh didn't help much, and for that dragon-hunting God of War, even a real immortal dragon scale could be pierced by lightning.

It can't be immune to attacks other than lightning like the real immortal ancient dragon. Apart from the basic improvement in physique and strength, it is just equivalent to an extra set of armor with reduced immunity.

Ordinary weapons and miracle magic can't break the defense, but the attack of the strong can't be resisted, it can only be said that it is better than nothing, but in the hunting king war, it caused a lot of trouble for the group of elites stuck in the middle .

Ordinary attacks can't break the defense. If you want to accumulate strength, you will be caught and killed instantly. If you finally hit it, you will recover from minor injuries in an instant. Hit with no strength to fight back.

"This is just the first step on the road of the ancient dragon. I didn't move forward at that time, otherwise, I would be like Osloes later, and the dragon would become a new dragon of disaster."

It is precisely because of the 20 years that he has been side by side with death that he has a deep understanding of death, and it is precisely because of this that he can reproduce the two miracles of Tomb King Nite's sword dance and the miasma of death.

And because he shouldered the power of death and disaster at the same time, he completed the death disaster that he thought had come to an end.

And for this kind of miracle, the unknown king gave a very sharp evaluation.

"If that king is still alive, he will definitely send someone to kill you at all costs, not even a single soul will be spared."

This miracle can destroy the world one step ahead of the end of the fire.

It's too dangerous to affect existences of his level. It's already a big deal that a descendant of an ancient dragon with a pure bloodline like Storm Dragon can't live in it for too long.

But San didn't think too much about it.

Even if it is invented, he will not abuse it.

This crystallized the promise made by the old man long ago.

Putting on the triangular iron helmet again, Sang bid farewell to the unknown king and Gu Longding, and was about to return to Fran, where he would continue what the undead team should do.

After so many years, the situation in the abyss should be imminent, and he needs to check the situation quickly.

But there is no need to worry too much. Even if the undead team is gone, Fran is still a fairly complete army. There is absolutely no problem with the crystal old man and the ghost army, as well as the Gulu army led by the elder Gulu.

Speaking of this, Sang's expression changed a little.

Obviously there was no expression in his tone, but everyone present trembled with aversion for some reason.

"And even I didn't expect to see such a flange."

"They really dare..."

Chapter 133: The Beginning and End of the War

I thought I was wrong.

Obviously at this age, but looking at Fran who has turned into a poisonous swamp, Sang is still lost in a daze.

The lake water, which was so clear that it could reflect the face, has turned into silt that can corrode the flesh. The green flowers and grasses and wolf blood sword grass that carry the memories of countless undead soldiers in the past have also completely rotted. The scene in front of you is better than the worst in the world. hell.

At this moment, it was like a reincarnation.

He's new here and doesn't know anything about it.

At this moment, two huge shadows enveloped him, and Sang turned her head silently, her blood-red dragon pupils exuding an oppressive force that was almost equivalent to disaster.

"Report the matter to me."

He said to the two Elder Gulu who were kneeling on the ground.

After that, I listened to the reasons for everything in silence.

Including the ghost army who was severely injured and forced to flee to the painting world, the crystallized old man who has disappeared, and the now dilapidated Frank.

He came to the sword mound of the undead team, and he did not escape the pollution of poisonous blood. All the blades containing the glory and final meaning of the sacrificed soldiers have been completely rusted, and have been stained with darkness by the evil beyond the abyss.

"Miss..."

Looking at the grave that no longer exists.

San finally spoke.

He came to the high tower, stroked the old wolf who could only fall into a deep sleep under the heavy injuries, and rubbed the black fur coagulated with blood with his hands, as well as the completely dried wolf blood in his body.

There will no longer be any.

The blood of wolves is dry, even if there are still people who can pass the trial of lighting the beacon fire, there will be no new undead teams.

San, angry.

He unexpectedly became the last undead team once again irretrievably under the circumstances that he could not interfere.

"You really dare..."

Obviously, even the rising sun is lit by the undead team's abandonment of life and inheritance flames.

Bathed in the light of the sun, how can you be qualified to do such a thing.

Since the war in Casas, it was like repeating the same mistakes, and he inevitably stepped into the vortex of anger again.

His own mood and anger can be controlled, but how can those undead soldiers who sacrificed to spread the fire endure this kind of betrayal.

In the deserted Falan Temple, Sang silently took off the triangular iron helmet as a symbol, put down his sword and dagger, and temporarily placed his identity as an undead team here.

Next, it is not a battle against the abyss.

So, he won't use it.

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A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his weak body kept shaking with the violent coughing, as if he might die at any moment.

It is hard to imagine that the sick child in front of him is actually the salary king cultivated by Losric.

In order to declare war on Lothric, Sang sneaked into the palace and hijacked the prince Losric. Sang left a blank letter of war with the sword grass hidden, which should arrive soon.

There was another mouthful of blood, and the frail prince couldn't even speak, so Sang couldn't help frowning.

Grabbing his hand, Sang's pupils shrank again.

Prince Lothric's palms were slender and sharp, not like human hands at all. As the pure descendants of two god races, this kind of change should not have occurred.

"In order to improve the qualifications of the salary king, he actually conducted a dragon transformation experiment on his own children..."

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Silently looking at the dying preparatory salary king, the distorted delicate face was looking at him in confusion, full of emptiness and confusion about everything that happened, and even his own life.

A god who was born as a sacrificial sacrifice, his life was born only for flames, and for this he bears the name of the country and is bound by the responsibility that cannot be chosen.

A wretched god indeed, a wretched king.

Today's fire transmission has already distorted the way of life.

After performing the great miracle given to him by Wuming, and adjusting the messy dragon blood in his body, and transfusing part of his own blood to Lothric, the weak Salary King was brought back to life.

"...Why...Why did you save me? You are not angry with Lothric...Why..."

"Just don't let the bait die. What's more, you can only represent yourself. Not the so-called reserve salary king, just an unfortunate person."

Sang turned and left the room, picking up the old wolf curved knife and the exile's broadsword that had been strengthened to the extreme.

"If no one wants you to live, at least you should believe in yourself."

"Live, this is the only way you were born in this world and fight against fate."

It's the first time I've been told this.

Losric stared blankly at that figure, and for some reason shed tears.

He walks through Farland.

In the anticipation of countless Gulu, he stepped through the rotten mud, stepped on the high tower of the watchman, passed by the dying old wolf, and stopped on the dark steps.

He stepped forward and looked up.

Huge flying dragons covered the sky, and countless knights waved bright red banners, armed with sharp spears and swords, and began to march under the leadership of the prince who hunted demons to retake their Lothric.