The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Although he has gone through a longer period of time than Zhongyue, and he has indeed completed all kinds of proficiency in multiple weapons, but he only stays in the realm of excellence.

His research on martial arts is not as good as other things, one is because the efficiency is too low and it is not very useful, and the other is because since the age of a hundred, there are very few undefeated people who can be undefeated within the three moves he took seriously.

If there are no opponents at the same level, it is meaningless to study martial arts in combat.

Only limited to combat, light cannons and shaking people can solve most of the problems.

Xi shook her head and sighed.

After all, no matter what, the person in front of him has defeated the whole world.

"Say no, this is the first time you've lost since you were a hundred years old."

"No, there was one more time."

"Ha, who is it?"

There are such outrageous people.

I haven't forgotten it until now, in the timeline of the end of the world.

Devoured the gods, devoured the salary king, devoured the abyss, devoured the darkness, devoured all life in the world, and used the entire era as nourishment to transform the lonely monster, that twisted and weird black angel.

And that sad battle where solitude is the prize.

.....................

"The King went to his faithful Londor after the War of the Kinghunter, and at that time—"

At this time, in an old castle in the Claybrason area of ​​Victoria, in the highest room, three people were sitting on the same round table.

The head of the troupe looked at the photo of the escapee from the troupe, the man code-named Puppet Shadow who is now in Rhodes Island.

The playwright used blood instead of ink, writing hard for the next script, but shaking his head suffering from inspiration.

Lilianne looked at the two and kicked the table rather unhappily.

"Listen to me, you two, I'll kill you."

"Don't make noise, I'm looking at my dear Lucien, you don't mind bragging about your king all the time."

"I can't write the script. It's almost the deadline. Don't force Lai Lai. If you want to die, die quickly."

"Why are my colleagues all weird perverts? It seems like birds of a feather flock together. I'm really speechless. I'll call my king sooner or later and cut you all off."

The playwright snorted in disgust.

"I need a more offensive word than nascent."

The group leader also temporarily put down the photo.

"Lilianne, you can play whatever you want, but you'd better not spoil other people's entertainment, especially don't bring the king you've been dreaming of to us, and do it yourself."

"You guys are so tasteless, why don't you come with me? You look down on my king, right? Where are the spirits of the Scarlet Troupe!"

The playwright clicked his tongue and took earplugs out of his pocket.

"Forget it, just say what you like, it's up to you."

Chapter 137: The Flower of Omen

Walking in the dark passage, one of the three leaders of the country of wandering souls Londor, the storyteller Lilianne came humming a little tune.

And in the thick darkness, a pair of huge golden pupils opened suddenly, and the weak body slowly lifted up.

"Lilianne, is that you..."

"Cass."

Taking off the mask, Lilianne looked at her "father" with a smile.

The world serpent, the guide of the abyss and darkness, the dying Cass raised his head and looked at the daughter he raised.

"There's a lot of movement up there, what happened?"

"You can't even feel this anymore. The king is punishing us for our overreach. In the worst case, Londor may become history today."

Cass raised his head weakly, his daughter's smiling face reflected in his cold golden pupils.

"So Lilianne, you are here to borrow my head."

"It can be regarded as a relief, Cass. After the battle with the Millwood knights, the wounds accumulated on your body can no longer be recovered. Because of this, you adopted the three of us as successors, didn't you?"

In fact, the three of them are not related by blood, they just happened to be picked up by the same snake.

"Yes, but keeping you in Londor may seem like a mistake now."

Haven't forgotten yet.

On that cold rainy night, in the village destroyed by the abyss, the girl was humming a ditty, walking barefoot in the dark mud, drenched in red rain, holding a blood-stained knife, and the silver necklace around her neck shone with strange light. The darkness around and ahead pushed back.

Different.

Unlike Friede, who simply wanted a destination, and Yulia, who accepted her words and thoughts and was willing to dedicate her life to darkness, the depths of Lilianne's eyes were nothingness, emptiness, where neither darkness nor light existed. To make it feel afraid.

"Yeah, Cass, do you know? My king is the salary king of this session, the last member of the Falan Undead team, the inheritor of the wolf knight Artorius, and the original owner of this necklace .”

Liliane took off the silver necklace engraved with the coat of arms of Artorius from her neck.

Cass let out a sigh.

"This is really...a coincidence..."

"Yeah, I'm thinking now, if it wasn't you who came to the village, but them, would I have been killed, or would I have become one of them because of this necklace?"

Gently put the palm of your hand on the body of the world snake, Lilianne's face was submerged in the shadows.

Snakes have been a symbol of immortality since ancient times, but looking at the dying world snake in front of her, she couldn't help but let out a few gentle sneers.

"Life is really a fragile thing. When I was a child, my parents and the village were destroyed by the abyss. Only I survived because of this necklace. I stood in front of the monsters who loved me and cut off their heads to survive. .”

"Afterwards I met you, you told me the truth of the world, you told us that human beings are the masters of the world, that spreading fire is a hoax, and that the age of darkness will eventually come. My dear second sister firmly believes in this, naive My eldest sister doesn't care about that, and I—”

Liliane said with a smile.

"I thought about it, and then I despaired."

"It is the reincarnation of fire that created this decadent world. It was King Gewen's unwillingness to make a tragic resistance. The tide of the times cannot be reversed. Light and darkness, cold and heat, life and death are just a constant alternation. tail snake."

"The flames are extinguished and the darkness descends. Human beings seem to expect such a world. But this is nothing but ignorance. In the darkness, a new flame will be ignited, and a powerful soul will be picked up next to the flame to become a new king. Start an era of light, and then when the flames die, another day of darkness."

"Whether gods, witches, or human beings are included in the era. The so-called era and life are just walking shadows. Poor actors who walk and talk on the stage will leave without making a sound. Maybe this story can be told impassionedly, but it has no meaning for reincarnation."

"From the beginning to the end, life cannot exist independently of fire, independent of reincarnation, so after all, it is just a gorgeous and magnificent decoration, a beautiful but fragile thing."

"You actually looked so far away..."

It has been understood that Lilianne has fallen into a desperate and lonely situation, and that infinite despair has caused her to lose her affirmation of the meaning of existence in the world.

"This is the fundamental reason why you gave up Warnier, because you love life, so you can't accept the overlord who wants to escape pain with death."

Death is a peaceful tomb, life is the cradle of pain, and people can only overcome death in suffering.

She likes the essence of tragedy and pain, and likes the tragic world created by King Gwen, maybe she just wants to see the struggle and unyielding vitality shown in the confrontation between people and fate.

But a tragedy is always a tragedy, because she knows that reincarnation cannot be changed, but she doesn't believe in the possibility of people, so this is just a temporary relief to fill the emptiness.

"Lilianne, what you are looking forward to is a life that is strong enough to exist independently."

The palm trembled slightly, as if a little surprised, unable to see clearly the storyteller's eyes hidden in the darkness.

But the laughter still came over.

"I don't know that."

She swung her sword and cut off Cass' head cleanly.

"Farewell, Father. My despair, my guidance."

"... Farewell, Lilianne. My daughter, my death."

The snake closed its pupils.

And in Londor outside, the country of wandering souls that took many years to build has turned into ruins. Countless undead people rushed forward relying on the advantage of immortality, but it was useless in the face of death disaster. Countless corpses Heaped up into a hill, burning under the flame of the spell.

Lilianne turned her head, and at the top of the city wall, Yulia was pierced through the heart by a huge arrow, hanging high like a rotten doll.

And the first time he noticed her, he stopped struggling with Friede, who was holding his neck in his hands, and threw it aside like trash. There was a deep silence in the eyes of the undead team.

"Lilianne..."

"Hey, Wang, long time no see."

She came out of the darkness holding Cass' head.

"……Um?"

Watching the astonishing scene, even San can't figure it out.

"You actually killed your father, what are you thinking?"

"I offer you the head of the dark serpent Cass, the founder of Londor, the leader of the abyss, and will be able to extinguish your anger like them, and stop this sanction?"

"Unlike human beings, the people in this country are all poor fellows who can't even die, not to mention that even if they are destroyed, it doesn't make sense."

"The root of the undead is human beings. As long as human beings are not extinct, there will always be a next Londore. I believe you understand this."

San’s brow furrows, but he holds up his hand anyway.

In the next moment, Lilianne's figure was directly covered by the fire of criminal karma that burned human nature from the research results of the underground city.

But in the face of this flame that could twist the soul and burn the body, Lilianne didn't react at all, and still maintained that respectful attitude and annoying tone.

The black dress was fluttering in the wind, and the burning hair was constantly swaying. Even though the face was burned, the smile was still empty but deep, like a flower of omen blooming in the mud.

"........."

Even San couldn't help frowning.

"So, my lord, Londor will submit to you. Even a corrupt system is better than chaos. Of course, if you are willing to use the death disaster and your current power to eradicate the root of human beings, then I have no objection." .”

"I will destroy the present."

Sang is not easy to talk to.

"Is this your duty as an undead team?"

"...It's also my decision."

"The world will continue to be dark in the future, and the undead will continue to be born, and the abyss will naturally be the same. If you don't completely exterminate human beings, what you have to do will continue endlessly."

"Sophistry, I only destroy the darkness I see."

The purpose of the undead team monitoring the abyss is to protect human beings, and vice versa, it is fundamentally distorted.

"So it's a dead end. Unless you can change the world, or change all human beings, you still can't save anything. If all the present is stacked, it will include the past and the future."

"Don't be naive, my lord."

San arrived in front of her in the blink of an eye, and the orange halo of calamity in his pupils exuded terrifying pressure.

"Lilianne, I don't know if your madness is due to your undead equanimity, but the undead are not really immortal, they keep killing until their souls are empty and become wandering souls, or for you, it's a seal that lasts until the body decays Would it be more suitable?"

Lilianne still didn't care.

"Of course, even the immortal ancient dragon will fall. There is nothing in the world that will not change, except this infinite cycle of reincarnation. I don't care about myself, and I don't care about Londore. I only care about your future. And since If you want me to disappear, I have a better suggestion here."

Lilianne spoke.

"Please eat me."

Sang's whole face tensed up at the weird words.

"Just like what I did on the battlefield, I will fuse my soul directly with you, so that all my memories and thoughts will be displayed in front of your eyes. Naturally, you who have integrated tens of thousands of souls and have not been affected will not worry. my influence."

Silence lasted for a long time.

Group*}chat%: $<wife~@五#|忽*~一{三{}三&$秋-二}|Liu Sang stretched out her hand and pressed her head.

He didn't understand at all what was going on in this madman's mind. Although he didn't want to understand the madman's thoughts, it was indeed as she said, as long as he understood all the memories and thoughts...

After connecting the information in his soul, Sang's pupils shrank slightly.

"........."