The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"The bet should be voided, I've lost a damned hell."

The rain began to be conscious slowly, but no one cared, and all kinds of voices made a noise.

The few remaining knights and security personnel looked at the tragic scene like a slaughterhouse next to them, and they were a little afraid to go forward.

After all, there's no need to risk your life for work.

At this moment, Rusty Copper, the person involved, could only hear two voices.

One is the sound of his own heartbeat, and the second is the sound of Fran's footsteps.

"You...you fucking...you can't...you can't do this, there are people behind me, not to mention, why on earth did you want to kill me?"

He doesn't understand.

Blade held high.

Sang made the answer.

"Nothing to do with you."

Said so.

The blade fell, piercing straight through his heart.

Twist, mince.

At that moment, everyone's heart seemed to feel the same tingling pain.

They feel the fear, as if they are no longer the audience.

"Do not……"

Rusty Copper struggled to reach out, but couldn't hold anything.

At this time, the perpetrator finally understands the feelings of those victims who have been crushed by him in the past.

But not reconciled!

How could I die...

I'm not one of those trash!

I will die here?

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I... I... I want to...

Consciousness gradually fell into darkness, and at this moment, at his wound, some kind of black substance as sticky as oil began to precipitate, filling the wound with flesh and blood.

At the same time, Sang pulled out the blade and quickly retreated a few meters back.

Accompanied by everyone's exclamation and fear, the sound of flesh and armor breaking made the scalp tingle. Even the bloodthirsty spectators closed their eyes timidly. Even the referee dared not explain at this time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Only the screams of the women in the front row sounded in horror.

Breaking free from the back of the rusty copper, the viscous black substance formed a black giant snake that far exceeded his original weight, and together with the manipulated corpse, it wantonly destroyed everything around it, and even knocked down several people who were only seriously injured and fell to the ground. The guy is crushed directly.

A large piece of black material was sprinkled on the field as if it had been infested by something, exuding an extremely ominous atmosphere.

The ominous darkness and evil made everyone gasp.

Viviana understood something instantly.

Is it because of this evil that he has the killing intent?

However, despite such a huge increase in mass, its ability to move was not hindered at all. It jumped to a height of five meters, and its huge body blasted towards the terrifying threat like a cannonball.

But was easily avoided by Sang who could not be more skillful.

At the same time, he held out his hand.

Accompanied by the high-speed chant, a lightning gun appeared in his hand instantly, and shot out like lightning in an instant.

The powerful penetrating power hit the viscous black substance, but it didn't have any good effect. The resistance of human pus to lightning is not low.

But it also bought him some time.

Gripping the blade with both hands, he brushed his palm over the blade, letting the blood flow freely from the blade.

Then--

ignite!

Fiery flames were burning on the sword body, and white air was emitting from the evaporating raindrops.

At the same time, looking at the bright fire, the black snake-like mass obviously produced almost instinctive fear, and kept retreating vigilantly.

Even the temperature on the field seemed to be rising, and the blade was dyed red, as if all the light and heat had condensed.

There used to be a knight named Artorius, one of the four knights of the ancient kingdom of God, a hero who walked in the abyss in the past, and the object of admiration and admiration for the French Undead Squad.

He is also known as the Wolf Knight, partly because he has been with wolves all year round, and more because of his unique swordsmanship.

Wolf swordsmanship!

run.

jump.

turn around.

Like a wolf hunting down, Santi leaped forward with a big sword burning with flames, rolled around in the air and waved a dazzling fire wheel, and then came to the human body with swords in both hands. above the pus.

Then cut it off!

The blade of the raging fire easily restrained the human pus. Amidst the screams, a sharp cold light flashed from top to bottom, splitting it in two directly from the head.

The bursting flames tore through the ground and spread to the walls of the stands, creating large sparks and cracks, making the audience in the front row utter a sound of fear.

And with the disappearance of the host's life, the pitch-black substance also slowly dissipated into nothingness in the flames, and in the arena, finally only the horrible corpse that was split in half remained.

The blood flowing on the ground spread to the feet of the pair of iron boots.

Chapter 35: Casimir is Raining

"vomit--"

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore.

Ms. Flynn from Victoria, sitting in the front row, looked at the horrific death and couldn't help covering her mouth and vomited it out.

But at this time, after seeing what just happened, none of the tens of thousands of spectators could make a sound, and none of the group of people who were talking about blood flowing into rivers dared to speak, and only a few dared to swallow their saliva.

This is not only because of the horrific killing and confrontation beyond their cognition, but also because of the horror and shame of the violent visual impact.

It was even more because, after dealing with the human pus, holding the sword still dripping with blood, Sang's eyes began to sweep towards them one by one.

Those eyes looked at everyone.

He searched to see if there was anyone in this group of people who had also been infected by the abyss.

No one dared to look at him.

In the entire arena, there was only that figure.

Lonely and alone, unparalleled in the world.

After confirming, he calmly put away the sword, and turned back towards the tunnel as if there was no one else present.

It's like nothing happened.

But, he looked to the sky.

Watching the rain water dilute the blood stains spreading on the ground, feeling the heat being eaten away bit by bit.

And above the tunnel he was walking towards, the audience who had been cheering enthusiastically when they came out ran away in fear as if seeing a perverted murderer.

The winner, who should have gained fame and the cheers and applause of the audience, will be surrounded for a long time afterwards and cannot leave the arena.

But that's not the case now, or quite the opposite.

Capture the Flag?Points system?winner?

Rules, laws, spectators, morals, even the chivalry itself.

Everything was brutally ignored except for the man in the triangular helmet.

No matter who it was, they all watched that figure walk into the darkness of the tunnel.

But there was no hesitation, no confusion, and no hesitation.

No one walks with him, no one calls his name.

Surrounded by a piece of dead silence like a corpse on the ground, accompanied by the same loneliness as always.

But he still moved forward, just like when he came in before.

Even alone, he's still going.

The undead team never stops.

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

.........

...

Casimir is raining.

In an arena in the Grand Knight's Land at this time, a completely different situation is happening than usual.

Dominated and stimulated by fear and death, a large number of spectators rushed to leave in the rain. They really didn't want to see the tragedy on the field.

The spokesperson supported his head, frowned and looked at the relieved Platinum officer in front of him, and then made a phone call, struggling to deal with the inquiries from the Chamber of Commerce.

The Supervisory Committee and the National Council were also bombarded with various phone calls, and they were all in a mess. However, in the passageway for the contestants to enter the arena, the uniformed personnel who came in fully armed looked at the empty room. Feeling lucky to exhale.

Yanwei walked out from the passage exclusively for the infected, seeing how crowded the normal passage was, she gently shook the squirrel's head.

I didn't expect that the identity of the infected person would be convenient.

Then she saw a tall middle-aged man standing silently in the rain.

An unfamiliar face, but that strange sense of isolation and loneliness made Yanwei blurt out involuntarily.

"master?!"

His cold pupils looked down in the rain.

"I am not your master."

He answered calmly.

Yanwei quickly covered his head with a hat and stood beside him.

"Teacher, why don't you run away?! It's making a big fuss!"

She spoke as quietly as possible.

"Things are not done, I am waiting."

"wait?"

"A funeral."

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the expression on Yanwei's face suddenly changed from confusion to sober panic.

Casimir's knight family pays attention to rules and relationships. If the knight in charge of the family encounters an accident, the whole family will inevitably be notified to attend the funeral ceremony. As for issues related to kinship and face, basically everyone in the family will participate.

And Sang's purpose, from the very beginning, was to catch everything.

"Even if the price is to offend the entire country..."

"It has nothing to do with it, I will do what I have to do."

The blue magic power condensed at the fingertips, and he lightly tapped Yanwei's forehead.

At the same time, the rain that had been wetting her head began to avoid her, as if an invisible umbrella had blocked her.

Watching the corpse truck driving towards Yingla's house, Sang followed and left.