The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

At the last moment, he closed his eyes for the last time.

After slightly modifying some details of his life to fit Terra, he happily told his friends about his past.

But after he finished speaking, he was also a little confused.

This inexplicable rebirth gave him a second life, but in this strange world, what should he look for?

There will be no second Hucun in the world.

Where should his future go?

Chapter 29: Painting the World

After hearing this series of ups and downs, Markowitz couldn't help sighing.

"So, did Mr. Diaros ever work as a pot maker? It was really not easy to become a knight again after all the shops he opened were smashed down."

Sure enough, there are countless unlucky and unfortunate people in this world.

San didn't reveal much emotion about the story.

From the words, he directly saw through Diaros' confusion and said.

"Then what do you plan to do in the future?"

"What are you going to do... haven't figured it out yet..."

"Then do what you want to do."

"what?"

Diaros raised his head slightly.

The voice that responded to him was low but extremely lonely.

"Even if you want to let go of the past and think it was all wrong, the road ahead of you is still made up of these pasts. Since you have a chance to do it all over again, live it for yourself.

"You are no longer a coward, Diaros Khosrow."

"………ha."

After a few moments of silence, Diaros stretched out his wine glass, and San collided with him calmly.

cheers.

"Thank you."

He exhaled.

He watched with some confusion as the hot white gas dissipated in the air.

Brother, can I be considered a qualified Khosrow now?

"Markowitz, it's your turn, let us have fun by telling your sad things."

"Excessive guy..."

Markowitz also drank a sip of wine, sighed deeply under the anesthesia of alcohol, and recovered some courage that he could no longer find.

"In a sense, I am like you, Mr. Diaros. I am a loser who has been beaten by reality and society. When I first started my business, I thought I could do different things and change the society. , able to stand up and face injustice like the protagonist in a novel about chivalry.”

"But it can't be done, one failure, just one failure and everything is over. The company closed down and was acquired, and I became a jobless homeless man. It took a lot of hard work to find a job that barely survived. I Realizing the reality, I'm just a small character, an insignificant person."

"I... I can't do anything."

&

He squeezed the wine glass vigorously and lowered his head, ripples appeared on the clear liquid.

Diaros patted him on the back reassuringly.

"Oh...don't cry, the man is bleeding...Forget it, it's up to you, anyway, no one can see it now."

"Na-san, it's your turn, let's talk about something happy."

"I never had an ideal."

However, in this atmosphere, Sang still cut off the topic with a flat tone and coldly.

"what?"

"I didn't have any ideals, and I didn't have any special desire to do. From the beginning, I just hoped to live my life easily and safely."

"I want to live a little easier and die a little easier, that's all."

Diaros was silent for a while, but spoke as much as possible to see the atmosphere.

"Haha, indeed, this is also a kind of thinking of the general public. Ordinary and happiness are naturally worth pursuing, so that's fine."

San continued.

"I have seen many people. There is a group of followers who imitate heroes and carry out the will and ideals of past heroes like moths on fire."

"There are those who feel hopeless after seeing the truth, and regard their ideals and the world as meaningless and empty exiles who self-narcotize and seek pleasure."

"A guardian who has a kind heart and acts bravely, but finally dies in war."

"Everyone is living for their own desires and missions, and there is nothing they can do in that world. But if we say that true idealists, those who still hold pure and noble visions in the world of decay and reincarnation, will be buried In the dust of history, I still remember it."

【My ideal... is to make the cold and rotten hometown a little bit warmer. I hope that the children born in the future and those who come here can live in a place that is not so cold.】

The arakkoa conjurer from the cold painting world.

"The cold hometown...is it someone from Ursus or Kjerag?"

Markowitz wiped his eyes with his sleeve and asked.

"Conjurer?"

Diaros, who was born as a knight, did not have a good impression of this dark profession.

painting the world...

Too many memories surfaced one by one, and after several times of sorting, Sang was able to find the initial impression.

The World in Painting sounds like a very poetic name, but in fact it is not.

This is a world as a garbage dump. All the existences or taboos abandoned by the outside world will be thrown away here. They no longer have any hope or longing for the outside world, and have lost all important things.

Maybe that's the case, there is no warmth there, and it is a place that is always covered by heavy snow and cold.

Only silent cold and corruption.

At least that's how the world of painting has always been, originally and in the beginning.

People often come in, because the outside world is too chaotic, and it is too easy for people to give up hope.

But very few people go out.

Those who enter this door should give up all hope.

And why do people who have given up everything go out again?

But everything is possible. For a long time, a person, or a crow, watched his wife and children freeze to death in the snowstorm, and in the midst of pain and despair, will and hope arose.

I want to make the world a little warmer.

No matter what, I will not and do not want to let future children be born in a world without hope.

So, regardless of the ridicule and advice of his fellow clansmen, he resolutely walked out of the painting, looking for the fire that can warm the world.

During the long search for half a century, he found fire, learned the spell that can produce flames in the big marsh, and became a rare arakkoa conjurer.

But it was not enough, he wanted to find brighter and warmer flames, and learn spells that could change the coldness of the entire painting world.

For the hometown and future life.

his name is--

A beam of fire swayed at the fingertips.

I will never forget that person's name, and the flame of inheritance still burns in my soul.

"Great Swamp Conjurer, Arakkoa Palotas."

Also his spell teacher.

Chapter 30: The Fire of This World

The first encounter was in combat.

During the investigation at that time, the three-headed human pus besieged him, and the giant snake as sticky and black as oil continuously attacked him. Even with all his strength, he could barely parry it.

But at this moment of life and death, a beam of dazzling fire suddenly flew out, bombarding the huge group of targets from above unavoidably.

The human pus hit by the flame bombs struggled painfully under restraint, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he was able to counterattack and annihilate them all in one go.

"Thank you……"

He thanked him, but when he raised his head, his pupils dilated uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but raise his sword.

It was actually a crow, an arakkoa dressed as a magician.

And continued to notice the vigilance in his eyes, and saw the ominous triangular iron helmet on his head, it still greeted with an enthusiastic voice.

"Jie Jie Jie, really excellent swordsmanship and magic. I am Palotas, a great swamp conjurer from the painting world. Please give me your advice."

The inhuman face and the hideous strange laughter made Sang's eyes even more vigilant.

But after all, the other party did help just now.

"My name is Sang, you should know me."

"The undead team, isn't it? That's really surprising. There are humans in the army of the undead."

"It's none of your business."

Even though the words were somewhat cold, there was still a strange smile on the face of the crow's head, and it shook its body and let out a strange laugh.

"Jie Jie, don't be so indifferent, oh, you're hurt."

While speaking, a scorching flame suddenly burned in his hand.

"Hey--"

Sang raised the arm tied with the staff and pointed it warily at his head.

But there was no attack, and an extremely warm flame suddenly appeared around them. At the same time, the wound on his body began to heal with a slight itching.

It was such a warm flame that the blade he held tightly relaxed for a moment.

"You in the end..."

"Well, the effect is not bad."

He has been in this world for nine years, and he is about to step into it. After drinking wolf blood and officially joining the team, he has a deep understanding of the cruelty of this world.

As a matter of course, as an adult, he no longer believed that he could meet a good person.

Therefore, his attitude and behavior have become increasingly cold and reticent like most people.

But that flame is so sincere and warm.

So, after many years, he once again had a drink with someone.

During the exchange, he didn't mind telling him about his ideals, describing to him the coldness of his hometown, the pain of losing a child, the ardor of ideals and wishes, the yearning for flames, and the pain of looking for various spell books. Difficult experience.

He even willingly took the risk of being beheaded to learn from those crazy accumulators, making the group of crazy people think he was more like a lunatic, and this is why the spell of warm fire came about.

The eyes on the crow's head were shining, and in this end of the world where reincarnation is always dead, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen such eyes.

In the pain of losing his wife and children, he understood what life is, and thus transformed into enlightenment, and walked out of that cold and corrupt place.

The firm eyes that look forward to the ideal and take steps forward are shining like the sun.

"I'm also a Sun Warrior now. It's very interesting to help others. Everyone's life is so difficult. If you can help each other, it will be much easier."

He showed off more than a dozen golden medals engraved with the holy emblem of the sun to himself, and took out one and gave it to himself together with the white waxstone as a souvenir.