The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"This spell, no, don't use this kind of forbidden spell casually in the future. But it doesn't mean that it is not mature enough, or on the contrary, it may be lacking in the strength of power, but the technology you developed is very important for ordinary life. The lethality can almost be equated with the death power of the great tomb king in the past."

"This is an evil technique developed entirely to desecrate life and destroy the world. Sang, answer me, do you regard life as a number?"

Just a little hesitation, but not much hesitation, Sang shook his head.

"I admit that I developed this technology based on the premise of how to fight against an individual army. Moreover, considering that there may be one or two survivors in the abyss area with a sword, I can also use this trick to minimize the error tolerance rate."

"From an objective point of view, it is indeed a bit cruel, but dealing with the abyss is to avoid future troubles."

The crystal old man let out a sigh. Looking at his best disciple, he realized that his future might become a catastrophe that would destroy the world.

"Sang, what do you think is the fundamental purpose of the undead team?"

Answer without hesitation.

"Monitor and contain the spread of the abyss."

The existence of the undead team is for this.

"Then what's the point? What is the purpose of the undead team to monitor and contain the spread of the abyss? What is the purpose of Artorius wandering the abyss?"

San was dumbfounded for a moment.

"...to...protect the people?"

What did he realize.

And before he went any further, the elder crystal had already pointed out the problem.

"That's right, just like that wolf knight, even though the cruel means are not understood by the world, the undead team's desperate fight to contain the abyss is to protect more people after all. So Sang, tell me, in your heart, there really existed The idea of ​​protecting people?"

"I……"

"You don't have it. It's more than that you don't have compassion. You never cared about people other than the undead team. To you, they are a general and empty concept of life."

"The belief of the undead team is inherited from the abyss walker Artorius, to monitor the abyss and block the darkness in order to protect more people. Everyone in the undead team has this idea from the bottom of their hearts. Except you, your belief is Pursue the belief of the undead team.”

"You see it as the hero's path, so you're willing to live for it, and you're willing to die for it. If killing is something [I would] do for the rest of the undead squad, it's something [I should] do for you. ] to do."

"Even if they are similar, there are limits to imitation."

That's right.

For Sang who traveled over here, the whole world lacks a sense of reality, especially after confirming the uniqueness of his own race.

How can a person who has never been hurt by the abyss, and has never tasted what pain is lost because of the abyss, have a firm will for an empty concept.

He is like Li Kui who followed Song Jiang, he never cared about the world and common people, he just followed and became a part of Liangshanbo.

He was actually aware of this problem, but he didn't feel how serious it was. Even if it was just a fake, if it could really work, wouldn't it be no different from the real thing?

"Sang, I'm not blaming you. I want you to understand that you are different from others, at least you who have been following the undead team. I hope you don't misunderstand them."

In the undead team.

There have been people who dreamed of becoming heroes;

There have also been people who prayed and were willing to do their part for the one they loved;

Those who firmly believe that immortality is not a curse but a chosen proof;

There have also been people who wanted to think they were special;

There have been people who simply sought shelter and held their swords tightly with trembling hands;

There have also been people who were proud of this way of life;

Just dreaming, hoping to be like that, hoping to be proud of it.

"They...all stood there voluntarily, with their own will. So at least I hope that you, who have been watching their backs, don't see them as a cold mechanism for monitoring and destroying the abyss, nor are they so-called tragic and strong heroes. They are just people, people who have their own ideas and can fight desperately for their beliefs."

"If it's you, you should be able to understand this."

After hearing this, Sang lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed deeply.

"Well, I understand, I won't use Death Calamity lightly in the future."

After thinking it over, he simply gave up the achievements of the hundred days.

"It's best if you have some ideas. You know, if any country can get your technology, most of the world will be dragged into death."

The crystal old man repeated again.

"But Sang, no matter what, this forbidden technique is the crystallization of your feelings and talents. Since you developed it alone, I have no right to restrict you even as a teacher."

"But again, it is precisely because as your teacher and as an ally who has spent so long with the Undead Squad that I want to warn you that even if this road is destined to be stained with blood and sin that can never be washed away, the Undead Squad will never I am not a butcher, so there is no need to pursue efficiency, and those with wolf blood have already made up their minds."

"It's the same with magic. Spells are just spells. It's the user who decides whether the spell is good or bad. Whether it's right or wrong is up to you to judge."

"Sang, my best disciple, on this point, I have full confidence in you."

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was cloudy. In the territory of the Ingra family with ancient history, at the invitation of the head of the family, all family members came from all over Casimir wearing black dresses to attend the celebration of the youngest son Olmer Ingra. funeral.

In this land, there should be a sad atmosphere, there will be false tears and dark ridicule, there will be gritted hatred and passionate words.

But there was nothing left. Fifteen minutes after the funeral started, the invisible Grim Reaper walked and settled the due death.

Afterwards, the black mist, the calamity of death, silently enveloped the entire family.

Knowing from Mr. Platinum's mouth that he checked the information of the England family that night, the Chamber of Commerce immediately contacted the Supervisory Court to secretly surround and try to catch the turtle.

But quietly, when the black smoke appeared, they discovered the arrival of the god of death.

But he didn't make a move. A few minutes later, the Qingjin Dawei led the whole team to retreat immediately.

When shrouded in black smoke, the poor fellow who rushed to the front showed a tragic death that made every cell of them fear and chill.

Back off immediately.

Although they received high salaries, there was really no need to risk their lives.

After all, Qingjin Roy, who couldn't escape the drudgery, pressed his forehead and sighed deeply.

"What's the matter, it can't be intervened at all."

These assassins didn't carry gas masks with them.

He pressed the communicator on his ear and spoke to someone in the distance.

"Xuantie, we can't move, what about your side?"

In the earphones, the calm but vicissitudes of life carried a rare fear, he had almost never heard Xuan Tie speak in such a voice.

"The fog is obscuring and difficult to aim at. With his strength, unless he hits the front with precision, it will be difficult for me to kill him. You must create opportunities as much as possible."

"In the worst case... boy, you will all die in the hands of this lunatic, and you will die in the worst possible way."

Roy frowned even tighter, and then he turned his head and asked Platinum beside him.

"Hey, where are the people from the Supervisory Committee? Why haven't they come yet?"

"I don't know, it is said that they are on the way to ride camel beasts, Mr. Qingjin, I think..."

There was an expression of not knowing what to say or not to say on Platinum's delicate face.

"Acquiescence from the Supervisory Council? Impossible, that is one of the ancient knight families. Is it necessary for them to cut their own flesh and blood? Or... the existence of this family is in danger of being ignored..."

Roy turned his head and fell into deep thought.

And in the corridor shrouded in black mist, there are horrific corpses, and an ominous figure wearing a triangular iron helmet walks in the disaster of death.

According to the list obtained before, Sang silently counted the number of corpses.

As he stepped forward, the death in front of him was suppressed by an invisible force and disappeared, and his fiery pupils stared at the trembling figure at the end of the corridor.

Holding a sword, he calmly walked towards the old woman who was over sixty years old in front of him.

Chapter 43: Nine Fingers Incomplete

Suzanne Ingra kept running, dragging her old body, she kept running in the room full of corpses.

The dark disaster of death made way for her, leaving behind the only survivor in this space.

While running, she tripped and fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but froze in place again.

Group *chat%*: +-wife<五{{单}一<三-=三={半$二<切$二<The face of the eldest son who died with regret stands in front of her, the pair of eyes that have been staring at each other for more than 40 years since birth His eyes still met her after death, full of bitter despair and distinct pain.

In just three days, the pain of bereavement twice.

"Ahhhhh."

She doesn't run away anymore.

The footsteps behind him also stopped.

The terrifying hunt has finally come to an end.

"Why...why did you do it so terribly? Has our Ingra family offended you?"

Wearing a strangely shaped triangular iron helmet, an unknown figure just like the disaster itself came to her with a sword in hand.

"You have touched the abyss of human nature, and that is the only reason."

"Human nature? Oh, so those little black spirits are called by this name, hum ha ha, because of this reason? You are going to kill us! Do you know."

She held up her child's head, a wretched smile on her wrinkled face.

"He also has his own family. After the funeral, his wife is still waiting for him to come home, and his child is not three years old, you know? Everyone at this funeral has their family, they have lives of their own, and you've made them never go back."

"Look at the scene around you, don't you feel dazed? Don't you feel ashamed to see their dead faces? So many people have been killed for this reason."

San ignored the similar words he had heard over and over again in the past.

He stretched out his hand to hold her head, and directly used spells to search for all the memories in her soul.

There was no resistance.

She is still talking.

"Hehe, there is nothing to say, that's right, an executioner like you has already lost any conscience and morality. I curse you, I curse you to die a bad death, and you will never be reborn! I curse you to die someday in the future , will suffer the same pain as me!"

After searching what he wanted to know, Sang withdrew his hand, raised his sword and silently looked down at her.

Old Suzanne lifted her head through tears, trying to see a wince in those eyes, a little fear and loathing of resentment and curse.

But none of this happened.

Looking up, she saw a fiery anger.

It's... angry.

A raging fire.

Deeper and twisted resentment than oneself, more hysterical rage that burns body and mind, sadness that cannot be infected by anything, arrogance that is absolutely loyal to one's own mission, all the heavy and complicated things are confused and turned into a seemingly peaceful ancient fossil.

"Discover human nature, mess around for your own selfishness, spread the abyss, know the danger but don't avoid it, influence and harm others, deeply influenced by human nature and still don't know it, fool...you should die."

The voice was cold, still without waves, but it sounded as hot as a flame.

Still do not want to understand.

She spoke.

"Damn me? Why? I... I just—"

Not much to say.

The sword light flashed past, dyeing half of the room bloody.

A flame was lit in Sang's hand, in order to ensure that the abyss would not spread any further, when he left, the whole room began to burn continuously in the chaotic flames.

Suzanne's body quickly disappeared in the fire.

Only the last consciousness slowly turned into nothingness in the darkness.

I just... want to make this home a little bit better.

And from her lifeless body, black blood flowed out as if alive.

Under the threat of the flames, in all the corpses, the dark human blood began to be attracted and gathered continuously, the nine fingers kept trembling, and the same dark human nature came out through the cracks in the house.