The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Just like the roar of a wild lion, all the suppressed pain and anger were all condensed in this roar that overwhelmed all grief.

He obviously didn't mention a word, but the emotions contained in it moved some Gulu and members of the undead team around him.

Destiny, is a fucking thing.

I understand.

Sister, I have always understood.

You will become like this one day, this is the fate of the undead team, this is the end we must come.

I know, just like birth, old age, sickness and death, it will come sooner or later.

I understand.

I am ready!

But ah-

"Why must it be today? Why can't you be later? Why can't I be faster?"

Today, this day, the day I look forward to.

I want to hear you say congratulations to me.

Say thank you.

Give you a good hug at the last time.

That's all...

But why the fuck doesn't it work! ! ! !

nausea!It's such a trick!

This disgusting fate, why does he like drama so disgustingly?

Until the final moment of making a choice in the face of Chuhuo, Sang will remember that first madness.

The questions that linger throughout my life will continue to echo in my heart in my future life.

He was so angry that his limbs seemed to be burned by flames, and his body shook uncontrollably. That terrible feeling made him want to crush his teeth, open his eyes, dig out his throat and lungs Crushed and chewed together with blood, question why they can't speak!Why is it hard to breathe!

...say!

say! !

Damn, talk! ! !

"...Go to hell."

Gritting his teeth and roaring angrily, Sang turned into a raging fire and rushed into the abyss.

The blade fell heavily, sending Latesia's figure flying like a cannonball.

Meteors followed like a shadow, and the blade of the sword slashed down with the anger like a storm, time and time again, time and time again, becoming more and more fierce and faster.

Until the blade that had been fighting with Latesia for a hundred years was clearly cracked.

Until—Ding!

The severed half of the blade was bounced to the tree.

Chapter 39: The Moment of the End

Something fell from the sky.

But without consciousness, the flaming sword blade kept waving crazily, suppressing the closest figure like a mountain, but it seemed that it wanted to cut it into pieces like the most hated enemy.

"So strong, does Sang actually have such strength?"

In just a few minutes, Sang had suppressed Latesia to a distance of nearly a street, and the thunder guns and crystallization guns continued to shoot, and all the obstacles around the line were smashed by him violently.

At this time, he is not like a hunting wolf, but a giant dragon whose reverse scale has been touched.

Looking at the anger of his best apprentice.

The crystal old man appeared from the ground through magic teleportation, and explained in a calm voice.

"That's natural. His talent in magic is extremely high, and I don't know where I learned the quite advanced miracles and spells, which are trinity. What's more, his character, when he is angry , all potential explodes in rage."

The captain held the sword and watched quietly, but as if realizing something, he raised his head and looked at the somewhat dim sky.

"……It is going to rain."

Large drops of rain fell, soaking the blood scattered on the ground, and slowly extinguishing the flame on the blade in his hand.

But he paused to recover his breath, and with the continuous breathing in the rain, the anger in his heart was also suppressed in the washing.

"Haha.. Whoops.. Whoops..."

Become silent and solemn again.

The effects of the Oath of Gold and Stone and Inner Potential disappeared, and in the end, they returned to the duel between swords and swords.

In the rain, the two swords kept striking.

Same as it has been repeated thousands of times in the past.

Even if it becomes a real fight, it hasn't changed.

But nothing more.

The song that was once sung in the rain has now become the most resentful curse.

The words said in the training, the expression on that face, became blurred and difficult to recall under the impact of killing intent.

Sister, you are the person I respect the most.

You are like another mother to me, like family to me.

To you, it should mean the same to me.

Just like your child, big sister, can I also be your pride?

The rain curtain drove the blood falling from the top of the head to dye the eyes red, and then dripped from the corners of the eyes, like a long blood tear.

He wasn't sad, he just felt suffocated.

I wonder, at least at the end, if you said anything to me....

A black light glowed on his right hand.

It turned into a blood red color.

This is the special skill of the hand of darkness, Londor, the country of wandering souls, an evil means capable of capturing human souls.

This is the spoil he got after fighting a soul sucker three years ago. Although he generally only uses it as a research item because of the relative faction, but it is necessary to do that.

The blade in his hand was thrown high into the air, but at this moment, San's dark hand also hit Latesia on the head.

But she is no longer undead, her soul has been eroded by the abyss and turned into a wandering soul, but even so, as long as she can touch deeply, then it is not impossible to touch the soul and check the memory with magic.

In the end, what words will she leave for herself?

Maybe an apology.

Or a belated blessing.

It was the recognition that I expected.

Perhaps all of the above are her self-deprecating, she failed to leave any words.

At the moment of touching the soul, Sang heard that person's voice for the last time in his life.

All the expected things were condensed in that voice.

In the crazy erosion and endless darkness, the last thing Latecia left behind was only two words.

【Hands on】

that's it.

that's it.

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

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

......

"...what."

But enough.

that's enough.

He smiled, exhaled lightly, and smiled helplessly.

"I knew it."

murmured.

Latecia cursed viciously, swung the broken sword and stabbed his eyes and his brain.

But at this extremely critical moment, Sang actually closed his eyes.

"call--"

He heard the song.

Everything seemed to slow down.

The magic of light surrounded him, and the song she had sung in the rain in the past was whispering again in his ear.

Echoed in this silent rainforest.

And with the melody of the song, the memories of the past, her face, and the words she said finally became clear.

Enough is enough, ma'am.

I already...don't need any more bonus time.

So--

Opening his eyes, he spoke briefly.

"Thank you."

He swung his dagger.

Blocked the sword and bounced to the other side.

Just like what he saw in the past, he tightly grasped the big sword that fell from above his head, piercing her heart silently but with all his strength.

A large amount of blood covered the blade and spewed out unstoppably.

Turning the hilt, he completely twisted his heart.

"........"

As if she had lost all her strength, Latesia's hands hung down feebly, drooping on Sang's shoulders, as if gently hugging him.

"........"

Because of the curse of the undead, even if she is killed, as long as her soul still has strength, she will rise again.

Death is not the end of immortality.

But she must end today.

In order to help her escape, hugging her, all her souls were burning. It was an incomparably huge mass. During the process, countless memories emerged in her mind one by one.

Ordinary undead people might not be able to bear it, but for dead things excluded from human beings, it is just a memory.

At the last moment, San's breathing slowly stabilized.

He felt the icy temperature in the rain, even in the next thousand years, he will always remember this cold hug.

He lowered his head and choked speechlessly.

Raising his hand, the flames burned quietly, all flowing into Latesia's body, burning everything from the inside to the outside.

It was so hot that not even the rain could cool it down.