The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Seeing that figure from afar, the prince stopped his march and asked anxiously and angrily.

"Rebellious coward, where did you hide my younger brother, stop this despicable behavior, and I will give you a fair fight with me."

The great sword burning with the embers of the devil so far is blazing. As the next generation of kings, Lorian is at the peak of his life. As a descendant of a pure-blooded god, he thinks that his strength will not be weaker than any salary king.

San didn't stop.

He walked alone to the ranks of troops that formed the wall.

A strange contrast formed.

He didn't respond, he didn't argue, it was like being in a different world.

Then, the war begins—

Dusk after a day.

The entire bridge that was built has been completely turned into ruins at this moment, with indescribable wreckage piled up together, the fragmented space is shining with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the ground under the feet is blood-stained with the same color as the setting sun, showing In an irreparable sadness, even Feilong's body had been completely frozen by the cooling of time.

The long and narrow scars on his chest became intact under the repair of time, but the scorching heat of the demon flames still throbbed in his chest, burning his internal organs, but it was meaningless.

Picking up the miserable god in front of him with one hand, it was not until the battle was over that Sang finally spoke.

Looking down at the already blurred eyes, a disaster-like fear sprouted in the bottom of my heart.

"That's about it..."

His actions, tone of voice, and even his eyes.

They didn't show any intense emotion, even for the victory, their expressions didn't change at all, and they didn't feel any joy of revenge.

Is he really angry?Are they really human?What is he fighting for?

"Goo, kill me."

Ignore it, there is no loser in Sang's eyes.

The crystallized giant puppet was condensed and formed under the shocking magic, and sealed Lorian, who was already like a tattered doll, in it. Lothric.

As a preview of further declarations of war.

Then, he watched the night come.

Moved his gaze back.

"you again."

No matter how many times he dies, he will find him out of nowhere, the weirdest enemy.

Lilianne clapped vigorously and walked over happily.

"Even I didn't expect to be able to reach such a level. My dear king, I am afraid that in this era, your current strength has far surpassed any heroes and gods."

After seeing that battle, she also saw Sang's strength, but Lilianne didn't feel flustered or uneasy at all as the opponent, instead she seemed to feel fun and happy from the bottom of her heart.

But this time, perhaps because he was recovering, or out of consideration for different moods, Sang didn't do anything directly as usual.

"Lilianne, what are you thinking?"

He doesn't understand.

Londall yearns for the dark era of wandering souls, while the Undead Squad will suppress the abyss and darkness. On the contrary, the two should not be able to find anything they want from each other.

Smiling and shaking her head, Lilianne took off her mask, her long black hair swaying like life, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected a seductive face like a witch.

"Wrong way of thinking, my dear king."

"Thinking?"

"What Londor hopes, and what I personally hope, are simply two things that don't conflict. I believe you are the same. What the undead team expects, and what you expect, really have the same ending ?”

Lilianne continued walking indifferently, and stopped at the shortest distance where both parties could clearly look into each other's eyes.

"Although I don't know where you have been for the past 20 years, I believe that after you came back, you just wandered around. Do you want to know how people in the world evaluate the matter of Fran?"

San didn't speak.

Liliane also smiled and continued.

"Deserve it! It's so damn good! It should be done!! It should have been done a long time ago!!!"

The imitation is lifelike.

"Even I think it's very interesting. At that time, all the voices were like this. For the undead team who sacrificed their lives and chose to spread fire to continue the world, the foolish people have no respect, only the disgust generated by fear."

"They can't understand the horror and threat of the abyss. They only see you are cold and ruthless, killing even women and children, so this is a matter of course. You are hated, just like people hate wolves."

"You bear the stigma, bear the weight of fighting madness, and cross countless sacrifices, just to protect a group of such people, you gave everything, even threw your soul into the fire, and what did you get in the end? That's how it ended."

People spit on tombstones for sacrifices they cannot comprehend.

"That's the 'worst' thing. "

Sang remained silent, but the orange halo in the scarlet dragon pupils became deeper and deeper.

"There is something more interesting, and this should be something you know. Humans are also dwarves. In the first era, the dwarf king who shared the soul of darkness divided his power into pieces and distributed it to every human being. That is, The so-called human nature."

"The essence of human beings is nothing but wandering souls with human nature, which originate from dark things, and what is the abyss you have been fighting against? You must naturally know that the abyss is the rampant human nature. What you want to protect and what you want to fight against , is the same origin, this is the saddest part of the undead team."

Human beings with humanity refuse to hate the human nature that goes back to the darkness, indulge in the light given by the gods, even if they insist on the false happiness, they are unwilling to return to the real pain.

Lilianne did not lie, she smiled and described the truth of the world with superb words.

"The object of your imitation, Artorius who walks in the abyss, is a great hero of the gods. Helping mankind can be out of greatness and compassion as a hero, or it can also be God's hostility and rejection of human nature. But the undead team as humans has no stand.

"Your behavior can actually be regarded as a self-righteous cannibalism."

Sang's eyes were buried in the shadows, and he still didn't speak or move, only the sense of oppression began to spread over time.

Lilianne was also a little surprised.

Generally speaking, this time it is almost time to die, but this time, it is estimated that Losric was full of anger first, and this level of provocation could not provoke San.

But it didn't shake at all. It seems that a lot has changed in the past few decades.

"My king, but you are different."

"Foresight, wisdom, talent, insight, and the most important power, you are all beyond the scope of ordinary people. You are different. No matter in which aspect, no matter how you want to integrate, you and the undead team are still the same. It's different, even in the undead team, you are still alone."

Sang's eyes changed at this moment, and Liliani instantly felt a chill in her neck, and the pain of beheading slowly appeared, but it was just a false phantom pain.

Woolen cloth?What is this new pattern?

Not paying much attention, Lilianne continued to play disco in the minefield happily.

"Even if they accept you, even if you accept them, the interval that cannot be shortened will not become zero. They will all die in the end, and you are the only one left in this world. , there will be only your own shadow around you."

"If you are trapped in such a past, you will not get any happiness. You will not be the one who can enjoy pain."

Lilianne laughed.

Thinking about it, I should always do it now.

But Sang still didn't move.

Opened up.

But repeated the same words.

"Lilianne, what are you thinking?"

Slightly taken aback, she was about to speak.

But until then, San answers the question himself.

"You want to see my failure, you want to see my depravity, you want to see me abandon the past and change, but what does this mean to you?"

Lilianne tilted her head slightly in surprise.

But she, who is extremely adaptable, smiled and replied immediately, with only one sentence.

"Because it's fun."

"........."

Even Sang was silent.

"I am a storyteller. This is a profession that cannot be separated from stories. Of course, everyone has their own favorite stories, and I am no exception. It's just that my hobbies are a bit unique compared to normal."

"Compared to the fragile and unreal beauty, I still prefer the ups and downs of the tragedy. The saints fall, the ideals are disappointed, and the persisters give up. Only when I see such stories will my heart be filled with anticipation and emotion. So with Da Most people are different."

"I like this bad world."

Sang couldn't help being taken aback, it was the first time he heard such nonsense in a living person.

"Bad people are not rewarded, and good people are not rewarded. People struggle desperately, but they can't get even a little happiness. In the end, all efforts and sacrifices will become meaningless. The whole world is an irreparable tragedy."

"People who live in tragedy can't resist tragedy. Since they can't resist, then enjoy the beauty in it. Adapting is much more comfortable than resisting. This may be the only way to obtain happiness in this desperate world."

"……I see."

Fantastic, but he understood what Liliane was thinking.

It is anticipation, which is like the creator’s interest and anticipation when he sees a real person who can be written into the story in reality. For example, in high school, he met a classmate Yasasi who sat in the back row by the window and had a sister and a house and both parents died.

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"Do you think I will go to the end you expect?"

"I don't want to interfere too much. After all, wild ones are sometimes better than domesticated ones. Compared with my own hard work arranging every link, just like Warnier, let him choose to go into the abyss, which is irreversible. The tragedy is interesting.”

If you want to be comprehensive in everything, you are just a third-rate playwright.

"My king, you must have lived what you think is a long age, but if you continue to live, the proportion of this time in your life will gradually increase, from all to half, and then to half The parts that are not covered end up becoming the opening page of a book."

"In just 20 years, such a thing will happen. What about the next hundred years and millennium, which is several times longer than the time you have lived so far. Can you really guarantee that you will not waver? Guarantee that you will not change? Heh, I will wait and see."

Sang narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke to her.

"Although you say that, your words are all provocative to me. Is it intentional or unintentional?"

"It was on purpose."

Lilianne answered in seconds.

Sang's expression was a bit fierce.

"What do you think I'm fighting for?"

"My lord, do you need me to answer this question? Even if I say it, you may not necessarily admit the answer."

"In my opinion, your eyes have been looking at the past, looking at the time when you swung your sword as an undead team, looking at the people you knew but died. Your continued fighting is the proof that they have lived, because It's still there in your memory, forcing you to move on, so their existence makes sense."

San looked at her, at those deep purple pupils.

"Your vision and eloquence are beyond doubt."

"It's really a rare compliment in a century, and I never expected it."

Lilianne asked another question calmly.

"Well, what do you think?"

"For the sake of pride."

Get an unexpected answer.

An understatement, an answer that doesn't seem to care.

"Sorry for disappointing you."

"........."

At this moment, Lilianne felt that the person in front of her suddenly became strange.

Perhaps, I have absolute misunderstandings in some aspects.

"Lilianne, you must have secretly pushed for the fall of Farland."

He suddenly asked a question abruptly.

"what?"

"It's too fast, and it's far from what I estimated. I asked, before that raid happened, there were six abysses near Lothric, and they were discovered and resolved by the ghosts in time. The frequency was wrong, and the location was even more wrong. "

Losric is the country closest to the first fire. It is impossible to have such a high frequency in the short period of time when the undead team just spread the fire. Even in remote areas, there are only three cases. It is obvious that someone is deliberately causing trouble, causing The rampage of humanity and the abyss.

And the one who has this ability, apart from the already destroyed Casas, is naturally Londor who is despised by all countries.