The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Lilianne showed a smile that was trembling with excitement.

"Isn't the answer simple?"

【Because it is absorbing】

The souls of all the dead on the battlefield, those well-known warriors, knights who have experienced many battles, and unknown heroes have accumulated huge souls over the years!

Yulia yelled in disbelief.

"Impossible, how could the soul be so easily absorbed?"

The ownerless soul has a very strong self-residue. If it is inhaled rashly, the memory of the deceased will have an impact on the entire personality, and what's more, it will directly make it impossible to distinguish the self and go completely crazy.

That's why it is generally necessary to use the fireproof woman as a transfer to transform the soul, so that it can become its own power.

"It's soul fusion, the soul fusion of the gods. This is a technique that is also taboo for Londor. Now he has integrated countless souls into his body in the simplest way."

"But he wasn't crazy, he didn't even have an impact, and I don't know why, but facts are facts and we should all accept that."

"Until now, that man is still getting stronger."

Lilianne stomped her feet in joy, almost crying with excitement.

It was so much fun.

The body began to agitate, hoping that the heart would stop immediately.

"What will happen to such a person?"

Chapter 135: Ending the War for Hope

"Impossible...why are you...you are only human...why do you know so much...our way of fighting..."

Picking the last silver knight on the spear, San's attitude towards his unbelievable words was very indifferent.

No longer the dragon hunters of the past, today's silver knights only have this level.

"Abominable..."

Make an unwilling voice.

"Why, the power of God is so small."

Neither Small nor Gwyndolin ended up.

Then this is the doomed ending.

The lightning flashed and exploded on the tip of the gun, and Sang flung it away casually.

With dozens of experience in fighting the unknown king, the sword and gun containing the storm and thunder is the master of all the silver knight's fighting skills, and even the so-called thunder arrow of hunting dragons, in today's era of weak flames, Not as good as giants.

And with the tragic defeat of the Protoss, the outcome of this seven-day war has been decided, and the dry land has been stained red with the blood of the dead.

Countless swords became tombs instead of corpses, and countless armors that supported the glory of warriors were shattered and mixed together, sinking into the rotten mud.

Swinging the sword again and again, charging again and again, fighting again and again, failing again and again.

Pain, however dull it may be, awakens the brain.

Let the bloody battlefield become extremely cold, colder than the cemetery where crows roost at night.

Why are they still fighting?

What are you fighting for?

How can we overcome it?

When will we fight again?

There were less than [-] crusades that originally numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and the rest were exhausted physically and mentally, and had no intention of fighting.

Repairing himself again, Sang's figure looked unchanged from before the battle started, but his momentum and pressure were even more terrifying.

Everyone's eyes have changed. They don't seem to be looking at a person who can kill, but are looking at a disaster that is equivalent to death in the form of a human being.

And at this point, no matter how brave the fighters are, they are already desperate and unable to continue fighting.

They fled to the disaster of death, but they could not break through the cage of the nightmare. The tragic death forced all the surviving people to struggle to the death, and finally they all ended up dead without whole bodies.

If you lose, the death disaster in front of you will defeat the whole world.

But it didn't stop.

The battle is still going on.

He was stained with the blood of the whole world and pierced the heart of mankind with a knife.

The cold eyes did not perish in the killing, but they were still ruthless, making it unbelievable what they looked like in the past.

The knives and swords, spears and bows were all dyed in a red that overwhelmed them.

Just the same color as the land.

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Change the world you see in front of you until it is as endless as the beginning.

But at this moment, someone stood in his way.

White's powerful force shot out in parallel, hindering his progress.

Familiar, it was a proud and strong warrior wearing Catalina armor, but at this moment he took off his onion-like helmet, put down the weapon in his hand, and knelt down on the battlefield.

"......"

Everyone looked at him with all kinds of eyes.

He said.

"Let the war end, we lost."

"King, so please don't move on, you have already won and taken away too many things."

"In front of you, there are husbands who have countless wives who love them dearly, fathers who have countless children who look forward to, guardians of countless countries, and countless people who, like the undead squad, have missions to fight and protect important things."

His eyes were bright, a little familiar.

"Soldiers don't fear sacrifices in battle, but meaningless deaths are really sad. As the price of extinguishing anger, enough people have died in these seven days. Please put down your sword."

"For the sake of hope in this hopeless world, please stop moving forward."

"Knight of Catalina, Arthur Baldo is here, begging you to end this war."

He put the sword on his neck, and cut it down, and the red color permeated the ground that had been dyed red.

seems to realize something.

Sang's expression changed a little.

his last name...

but--

He didn't stop.

So in the same way, some people took steps.

One of the very few who had caused him serious injuries, the Lothric knight named Izak stepped forward across the crowd, let go of the wound on his abdomen, and let out a thunderous roar.

"Knights of Lothric, all march to the plague of death."

Sang silently raised the knife, waiting for the final desperate fight.

Nearly [-] Lothric knights with various injuries stepped forward wordlessly and formed a neat line.

Unexpectedly, their progress ended there.

"As knights, we will be responsible for the mistakes made by the country and the king."

"So, O king who gave up the flame, turn back, I petition you with the glory and lives of 500 people for all those who died at your hands in this war, for this war that no longer needs to be continued."

"Please don't give up on humanity, please don't lose hope, please don't move on."

"Let this war end here."

All the Lothric knights raised their weapons and placed them around their necks.

This was not persecution out of moral kidnapping, but a bet of their lives. Before Sang responded, they had already cut off their knives, everyone without exception.

The remaining blood converged like retrospectively, forming a red net, driven by will to stay in front of Sang.

The headless corpses are still neatly arranged, even if the head is broken, the body does not deviate, showing an incomprehensible solemnity.

Sang silently looked at everyone.

Silently, he looked at all the fighters from all over the world.

Those are countless pairs of tired but bright eyes, like fireflies clustered around flowers.

He turned back.

It is the endless red soil, and even the wind is filled with the smell of blood.

He had killed all the dragons in the sky long ago, leaving only crows who were interested in the battlefield circling and singing ugly funeral songs.

So, the moment he looked up.

It was raining again in Farland.

The fine raindrops fell, taking away the temperature and at the same time all the red color of the weapons and armor.

"........."

The silence continued, and there was no sound on the battlefield.

Until there was a sigh mixed with footsteps.

"gone."

Then--

Stepping on the blood, he moved on.

Step by step, the road is extremely long.

The wind was blowing bleakly, and the rest of the people did not raise their weapons, but for some reason, a road was inadvertently opened up.

And the disasters of death gathered around slowly disappeared without knowing when.

San is still going.

He didn't stop and didn't look back, it seemed that everything had been decided already.

No hesitation, no confusion, no hesitation.

And no longer angry.

No one can stand behind him again, and no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him again, and there will never be any more in the future.

Surrounded by only the silent silence, accompanied by only the lonely shadow under the rain.

He still kept going.

But he looked sideways at the direction of the peepers.

The scarlet eyes exuded a cold murderous look.

Lilianne immediately put away the binoculars and laughed loudly.

"As expected of my king, domineering leaked."

"Little sister, what are you talking about, little girl! His direction...Damn it! He is coming towards Londor!! Go back and find a way!!!"

Yulia hurriedly recited the miracle of the way home.

Fried held the two swords around her waist, thinking about how to have a chance of winning.

"Hehe, it's only been 100 years, and there is still a long time to be interesting."

Lilianne showed a satisfied smile.

Whether it's Londor or herself, it doesn't matter to everyone else.

The last French undead team, you have to live.