The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

At the end of the gaze, the last Astra knight held his sword and fearlessly launched a final charge towards the abyss and death.

"Do not--"

She stretched out her hand, wanting to save something.

What was waiting was a familiar figure from the back, and a innocent smile that was stained red with blood.

"Mom, like my father, am I... a great person now?"

The rock fell and just blocked everything.

But she, at this moment, irretrievably fell into a coma.

When she woke up, she had already been driven dozens of miles away from her hometown in a carriage by a commoner she knew.

She wakes up from a nightmare, only to find that the nightmare is reality.

And she also became undead.

Chapter 37: A Proud Person

"Afterwards, I also took the risk to go back to search, but I couldn't find any traces. Even the living corpses have receded, so there should be no hope."

Whether as a subjugated knight or a cursed undead, they are homeless wherever they are.

What's even more ridiculous is that even if she wanted to die, she wanted to leave with the country and her family, but as an undead person, she couldn't even die.

I can't even die...

"Afterwards, a group of homeless undead gathered in Fran, and many of them were also people whose homes were destroyed by the abyss. Then we found the wolf in the wanderings, and it told the story of the wolf knight in the past. Inherited to us, let our group of cripples who can't die find something to do again."

"So we drank wolf blood together, connected our blood, put on homemade armor and iron helmets, and learned unique swordsmanship and fighting methods from the old wolf. From then on, we are the undead team and the watchers of the abyss."

Fingers caressing her old friend who has been with her for hundreds of years, the blade is covered with traces of time. During these hundreds of years, among the first batch of undead teams, only she and her are left. There are two captains.

Everyone else fell at the forefront of fighting against the abyss. After going mad, their bodies turned into sad puppets, which made them have to free them again and again.

Afterwards, the Fran Specter was specially set up to clean up the fallen.

It is a dead end without end, as the armor of their worshiper reveals, is its doomed end.

But they will still continue to move forward self-destructively, and do what they should do.

"San, are you ready?"

After a few moments of silence, Sang stretched out his hand and patted his chest, and his eyes regained their usual light.

"Always be prepared, big sister. Don't worry, I will use my talent and wisdom to solve the problem of the abyss and avenge all those who died in the past. I swear, I will suppress the abyss forever."

"Forever? If you are arrogant, young people are really...forget it, that's fine, since that's the case, Sang, you should live longer, at least don't die before me."

She didn't want to go through it again for the third time.

"Don't worry, don't worry, now I feel that death is worse than undead. Okay, okay, it's easy to be sentimental when it rains, so don't say sad things now."

"Sing a song, sister."

A moment of silence.

Then, some hoarse voices drifted in the hazy rain.

Because the voice had already been damaged due to the wear and tear of the throat, the singing voice was not very pleasant, but the emotions infused in it quietly melted in the pouring rain of Fran.

My homeland, Astra, my past homeland.

My child, mom misses you very much, but she can't remember your face anymore.

My past, the people I love, you... have existed.

………………

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Sang, who felt the same way, took a deep breath and smiled helplessly.

"What a sad song, sister."

It's still raining.

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"Please! Let me go! I have no problem, I don't have..."

The blade cut across.

The fear-filled head was thrown into the air, and the sword was retracted. Two years later, Sang's movements were already very proficient.

This place should have been cleaned up...

In a small town infested by the abyss, they still do what they have to do.

He looked towards the forest next to the town, where someone seemed to have fled there before.

"Sister, I'm going to investigate the forest."

"Well, I'll come to you when I'm done."

After saying that, Sauna hunted away like a wolf with a cold expression on his sword.

When he chased the blood and finally found the escaped man, his eyes were shocked and he couldn't help but stop.

It is no longer necessary.

The poor creature who escaped was lifeless at this time, his body was cut to pieces by the broken sword, and his flesh and soul were ruthlessly sucked and chewed.

Sensing the enemy's approach, a knight in dilapidated armor raised his head to look at him, and let out a screeching sound that didn't resemble a human being. At the same time, black human pus erupted from his right hand, and a huge pale sword Claw appeared behind his back.

San immediately became alert.

This degree of mutation shows how huge the abyss in the opponent's body is.

But at this time, he discovered a detail. On the right hand that had been torn apart by the abyss and became useless, the right hand holding the broken sword was actually connected to the sword.

Like an old man who has worn the ring all his life, the hilt of the sword is deeply integrated into the clenched hand, becoming an extension of the flesh.

It was as if they were still clinging tightly until they lost consciousness. Even if the flesh and blood healed and the abyss eroded, they never let go, and finally turned into an inseparable part.

What a profound obsession, presumably he must have been an excellent knight in the past.

A little respect rose, and Sang's sword was burning with flames, and he didn't dare to stare at the other party carelessly.

The armor stained by blood stains and pitch black has been dilapidated under the washing of time, and only some iconic details can be vaguely recognized, but it is only a rough look. Sang, who has been with Andre for a long time, can still understand its armor craftsmanship excellent.

That kind of quenching technique and forging technique is very close to what Master Andre often uses...

"Astra's advanced knight set?"

He suddenly understood something.

But at this moment, the monster in front of him roared and rushed towards him, overturning the ground with great force, crushing large pieces of trees and rocks, but Sang nimbly dodged to avoid it.

And as if melting into the air, Sang's figure disappeared in an instant, together with the burning sword in his hand.

The monster looked around, destroying everywhere irrationally, and at this moment, jumping down from the branch, San, who was in an invisible state, swung the same hidden flame sword and slashed down from top to bottom.

Cut off most of the huge pale palm directly.

Letting out a roar of pain or anger, the monster directly blasted Sang, who couldn't dodge, like a cannonball with terrifying force, and the fragile body made a sound of fragmentation. stopped.

Countless ribs and internal organs were completely injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and facial features.

But it doesn't matter.

The repair spell flashed by, and he returned to an unscathed posture in an instant.

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Shaking his palm, Sang took out a claw-shaped dagger from his waist, and slowly lowered his body like a wolf.

Of course, at this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind him, and the peripheral vision of his eyes flickered, and Sang instantly felt a lot less stressed.

"Sister, you came just in time. Let's go up together, I will attack the left and you will attack the right--Eldest Sister?"

Sang couldn't help but froze.

Because he saw that Latesia's palms were trembling.

During the seven years of sword practice with her, he had never seen such trembling hands.

"...Tesla, you wandered here."

Said words that made San's eyes widen.

But whether it is expression or voice, they are still calm and solemn.

Even though it was already like this, even if her memory was washed out in time, she still recognized it at the moment they met.

That is her child.

And for some reason, the moment he saw Latesia, whether it was hostility or the impulse of the soul, the monster let out a roar that shook the forest.

He sprinted forward, swinging the broken sword that was already connected to his hand, just like the last one in his life.

He swung his sword and slashed at his only blood relative.

Concentrate on it.

Just like starting thousands of duels from childhood to adulthood.

And then the same.

Ding--

The dagger in his left hand blocked it precisely, and bounced it back. Listening to the painful roar, he clearly saw all the traces left by the years on his body, closed his eyes and opened them again.

Hunting the abyss, Latesia did not hesitate.

The body went up, and the blade pierced straight through the armor, piercing his entire chest.

After howling in pain, the knight's body drooped feebly, and his hands hung powerlessly on Latesia's shoulders.

But in Sang's eyes, it was like a mother and child hugging across centuries.

Twist and pull out.

The human pus in the abyss roared unwillingly to disperse, the black mist dissipated, and only half a cold corpse remained on the ground.

And even at the end, his palm was still tightly clutching the broken sword that could no longer swing.

There is no expression, but at the moment when the sword is drawn.

She seemed to have aged in an instant.

But at this moment, Sang really felt that everyone in the undead team was once a vivid person.

"Miss..."

"Those who have been eroded by the abyss are just walking corpses. The only thing the living can do for them is liberation."

"You haven't experienced this kind of thing yet, but it's only a matter of time, so Sang—"

The blood-stained sword tip tapped his heart lightly, leaving a long trace of the blood stains of his blood relatives.

She spoke softly.

"It's the same as what you said when you first met me, no matter what, don't lose your heart as a human being."

"Remember, this is the last lesson I will teach you."

Sang Leng nodded.

She sighed and gently put down the sword.

"...It's over, let's go back."

"Need a burial?"

"No need, there is no grave in this world where he can be buried."

Sang opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"He is a fine knight."

"........."

In the silence, she was silent for a while.