The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Then answer.

"It's my pride."

She walked forward quickly, not looking back.

But looking at her back, Sang bit his lips for some reason, he stretched out his hand and took a step, but he didn't keep up with her after all.

Like Mao Lilan watching the washing machine escape in an amusement park, for some reason, a vivid premonition filled his chest.

Can't control, just accept, bad feeling.

It's like the nausea that suddenly appeared in the middle of class when my grandfather was seriously ill in bed but I stayed at school.

Feel it, predict it, but so what?

Powerless, unable to do, can only accept ah.

"……what."

He still walked forward.

Then... let's make up our minds.

Chapter 38: Unstoppable

Extinguish that last flame.

The wolf smoke in the air disappeared after losing its source, and not far away, the door to the wolf's blood slowly opened bit by bit.

"Success..."

Finally, after completing all the trials, Sang was a little at a loss.

After seven years, all the efforts finally paid off.

"I succeeded!"

Unable to restrain himself, he danced and cheered loudly.

Stepping into the gate as quickly as a meteor, everyone in the undead team and the crystallized old man are already waiting.

Seeing him beaming with joy, the captain clapped his hands lightly.

"Congratulations."

And other comrades-in-arms who have become acquainted with him in the past few years also sent congratulations.

"Good boy, you finally passed!"

"From now on, San, you are an official member of us."

"Quick, quick, your armor and hat have been prepared for several years, and you have to go to the old wolf later."

Smiling happily, he looked around in the crowd, but he didn't find the most familiar figure.

"Captain, what about Eldest Sister?"

"I didn't see it, maybe it was waiting at the old wolf's side."

"Yeah, then I'll go and have a look later."

During these long seven years, Latesia was the person he was most grateful for, the teacher he respected like a mother, and the person he was closest to in this world.

He stretched out his index finger and middle finger to gently smooth the trembling sword blade in his hand. He had sparred countless times, failed countless times, and lost countless times.

Every time in the darkest time, it is the eldest sister who encourages him, so that he can cheer up and have the courage to face this terrible world.

He couldn't help but guess.

What will she say to herself when we meet again?

Congratulations?Is it a reprimand to keep him from getting carried away?Or a reassuring smile or hug.

No matter what, I will be satisfied.

At this moment, a thin ghost warrior with hollow eye sockets suddenly appeared next to them, and quickly whispered something in the captain's ear.

Ghosts, they're not only in-

And at that moment, he saw that the captain's paralyzed face, which seemed to never change, melted with a surprised expression.

Although it was only for a moment, it was truly sentimental.

Finally, he let out a sigh.

A lonely exclamation.

what--

It was like pouring molten brass from his mouth, the scorching death blocked his voice, and the heavy feeling seemed to make his body sink.

He understood in an instant.

Premonitions always come on like this, a flash of inspiration, like a kind of unquestionable belief, born in an instant but unable to catch it.

There might be other possibilities, but at that moment, all thoughts converged into the worst kind.

All the surrounding sounds disappeared, he couldn't hear the captain's official announcement, and he couldn't hear the sad sighs of the team members who were equally surprised.

So, Sang closed his eyes.

He held the hilt of the sword and exhaled a breath of white air that quickly disappeared.

He spoke with a cold voice far beyond his imagination.

"...I'll take care of it."

Passing through the clear pool that has been stepped on thousands of times, passing by the green flowers and grasses that have been struck countless times, silently moving forward like a wolf.

He could hear the sound of blades hitting each other countless times in the past.

He could see the self who used to constantly think about how to win the practice.

He can recall the song of subjugation echoing in the rain.

Everything is clear.

It is as clear as the anger in my heart.

The footsteps stopped slowly, looking at the figure surrounded by Gulu and the ghost army.

Holding the sword, he approached step by step, and greeted him with the same tone as usual.

"Sister, I... passed the assessment."

"But it seems that you have arranged an extra last level for me... Ha, it's too much, at least let me know in advance."

He raised his hand and made the sword salute of the undead team.

"Then eldest sister—"

The voice seemed to fall into the ice abyss in an instant.

"At this moment, I'm going to kill you."

Looking back, what was staring at him was no longer the blue and cold pupils, but a pair of red pupils with only madness remaining.

It was no longer a familiar voice, but a curse and resentment like the roar of a wild beast.

The captain patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"You all step back, Latesia will be dealt with by me."

As a close friend who once co-founded the Undead Squad, he will personally execute the last person who fell.

What's more, Latesia is very strong, she is very strong, and in the entire undead team, only she can stabilize the head.

"...Captain, please leave it to me."

but.

Offended, San holds the sword in front of him.

Then he lowered his head deeply.

He spoke with a sincere tone.

"Please leave it to me."

"........."

【Hey, Luo Er, maybe that kid can become stronger than you】

【...You were the one who convinced me when you asked him to stay, it seems you were right】

【Yeah, no one thought that in the future, if it was him, maybe it would be possible to--】

The leader of the wolfblood looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he nodded calmly.

"Thank you."

Stand up.

Sang took out a coarse talisman from his pocket, and chanted the dragon-hunting legend of the eldest son of the sun and his knight in the past, and his body was slowly covered by a layer of light.

The Oath of Gold and Stone is a miracle taught to him by Dax.

The amulet was put away, and the flame of the spell burned in the left hand.

Immediately afterwards, he poured all the flames into his body with all his strength, a flame instantly wrapped around his body, and evaporated a large amount of blood.

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Inner Potential, one of the most taboo spells, can reduce the cost of life in exchange for powerful power.

Finally, the palm of the hand brushed lightly on the edge of the sword.

The fiery flame will burn blazingly.

And the aura on his body was already strong enough to attract Latesya's attention instantly.

There was no speaking, no confusion, and no hesitation.

The moment they look at each other is the beginning of the battle.

The two sword blades repeated what had been repeated countless times in the past, and hit each other hard in an instant.

The air waves generated continuously hit the surrounding trees and green flowers, blowing up the cloaks of the spectators.

Even though it has been eroded by the abyss and turned into a crazy living corpse, Latesia's swordsmanship is still fierce, as if engraved in the depths of her soul.

But so what, Sang is familiar with her sword, even far more familiar than his own.

The blades collided continuously in the high-speed back and forth, making a loud sound of hammering iron. With the blessing of two buffs, Sang did not fall into the lower score at all, but it was only in an instant.

A bloody light appeared.

Following the discovery of a flaw, Latesia's sword edge instantly raised, and the half arm holding the dagger in his left hand was directly chopped off.

He didn't show any emotion at all, this was just a deliberately exposed flaw.

The repair spell was activated, and the severed arm instantly returned to its original shape. Holding the fallen dagger, Sang cut his throat mercilessly.

Pushed hard through her throat, then twisted.

A large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain.

Latecia took a few steps back in an instant, screamed and clutched her throat, making a crazy sound that was even harder to hear.

"What a sad appearance, sister."

Sang's expression was still cold and solemn, as if he was a ruthless executioner.

If it was the original Latesia, she would not be deceived by her trick just now.

Now she is just a living corpse manipulated by the abyss.

a dead body...

The cold expression on his face began to change, became painful, distorted, and extremely angry!

"------!!!"

In the end, everything turned into a roar that resounded through Fran.