The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

But at this moment, Sang leaned on the sword and suddenly half-kneeled on the ground.

And those blue-purple spirits turned into magic power and disappeared as if they were gone with the wind, and only Sang was left in the end.

Many years ago, when his research on the soul reached a certain stage, he began to study the spirit body.

In that world, due to the chaos of time and space, people on different lines can summon their own ghosts by drawing symbols, so as to achieve the effect of shaking people and fighting.

To put it bluntly, the spirit body is a combination of souls, but it is an advanced familiar. As long as you explore and understand the principle, there is no reason why it cannot be copied.

Imitating the cartoons in his past memory, he successfully completed this unique clone by copying and cutting parallel thoughts.

If necessary, he alone is the army of the undead army.

But it has been weakened to this state, and the manifestation of the whole seven undead team is obviously not a small consumption, but he still supported his body with some limits, and looked at the last enemy on this battlefield.

Silence is also silent, only the will sends out the signal.

Looking at the speechless and shocked Candle Knight, he raised the sword in his hand.

This time, he placed the dagger on his shoulder, pointing the blade straight at it as a gesture of courtesy.

"Mr. Fran..."

"Find out where you stand, and draw your sword."

"Knight Viviana."

Under the treatment of the surge of vitality, she has almost recovered, but on the contrary, at this moment, Sang, who has been fighting repeatedly, is a little weak.

The dusk has come to the most prosperous time of encountering demons, the crimson light is scattered on the ground, and two completely different figures are reflected in the broken silver spear and the broken armor.

One black and one white, one side is brilliant and holy, and the other side is blood-stained to filth.

The light of the candle was lit again.

Under the dim light, the lavender pupils slowly closed, and when they opened again, they were as firm as a knight.

She drew her sword.

"Then—please look at me carefully."

Opening her mouth, she sang quietly.

Singing a poem, one of her favorite poems.

The sun and the moon in the sky rotate, and the golden afterglow lights up in the dark, like a blooming marigold under the illumination of two bright moons.

Music is an important medium for Lytania's spells, and only in this way can she use her spells to the limit.

Without interrupting, Sang watched silently, but the blade in his hand began to light up. It was overlapping lights, changing from bright to hot.

The candle was extinguished in an instant.

At the same time, the world around him also became dark.

There is no light of any kind, just like the tower of suffering in her childhood, only the dark shadow swallows up all the loneliness.

Shadows are pervasive, and come everywhere like a tide. The deep darkness seems to swallow up all the light, like a crayon, dyeing the world with only one color.

but--

In the darkness, a bunch of white divisions lit up.

It was a sword. Even without swinging it, the blazing light like the sun still divided the boundary between black and white. Around the sword, the originally lightless world was forcibly torn apart and divided into two halves by the light.

That's thunder and lightning.

The bright light is just the condensation of countless thunder and lightning. The nameless war god who was exiled in the past used this miracle as a farewell to his biological father.

Gradually, Fan Tie's sword body could not bear this intense light, and cracks slowly spread all over the sword's body, and at this moment.

Sang raised his hands high and swung his sword away.

Like a moment when lightning pierces a dark cloud.

Wherever the sun shines, all shadows cease to exist.

The Tower of Misery was pierced with fiery glare, and all darkness disappeared.

On Candle Knight's wry smile, only bright daylight remained in her eyes.

The light of dusk dissipated, and the crimson faded to leave behind a dark blue. The blade of the sword in his hand, including the hilt, shattered like fragile porcelain.

Looking at the fallen Viviana, he turned around and walked towards the city completely covered in darkness.

Never stopped.

Chapter 49: Goodbye, Casimir

In the lower city where the infected lived, the red figure swung the flaming sword one after another, her eyes glowed red, and her body was also stained with blood.

But compared to the previous practice, both speed and strength have improved visible to the naked eye.

When the effect of the inner potential ended, Yanwei half-kneeled on the ground panting, the sweat soaked his hair and stuck it to his cheeks.

"It's ok."

Suddenly, behind her, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

"ah!"

Sona's ears stood up all of a sudden, she patted her chest with some regret, and said resentfully.

"Master, can you stop suddenly appearing behind me next time? It's scary, okay?"

"Improve your investigative ability by yourself, and don't call me master."

While talking, Sang threw a thick book directly to her.

"This is?"

"If you can understand all the basic contents of the spell book, you can be regarded as a formal spell master. Your talent is not bad, even if you don't teach it, you should be able to understand it by analogy."

Only then did Yanwei realize that the funeral was over, and after a moment of silence, she spoke.

"Teacher, are you leaving?"

"Ah."

Simple and straightforward, after giving the book, Sang turned around and was about to leave.

"Teacher! I will practice hard! Thank you for teaching me. In the next Knight Contest, I will use the spells you taught me to try my best to win the championship."

Just like the blood knight, the opinions of the infected may be taken seriously only if they stand at a high enough position.

And she, who was originally weak, finally has the strength to climb.

Didn't expect a response.

But looking back at her, Sang raised his hand and clenched his fist, leaving behind a quiet will.

"Try Harder."

In Koval's blacksmith shop, a figure with brilliant blond hair kept wielding a hammer, sharpening the blade in his hand.

But there was still a worried expression on her face.

Maria wiped her sweat, but turned her head and saw a figure standing on her right side.

"Mr. Fran..."

"Just do what you want, you don't need to imitate anyone. No matter what thoughts and choices you make, they are also an extension of your own will. You are you, Maria Linguang."

A golden stone was obtained from the underground warehouse and thrown into Maria's hand.

"This is a blessed gem. With it, you can defeat most competitive knights."

After speaking, his figure disappeared instantly.

Picking up the stone, warm blessings instantly healed her whole body. After a moment of silence, Maria showed a vibrant smile again.

"...Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

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Stepping into the late-night cafeteria he had visited once before, he sat down beside Diaros.

"Dialos, what are your plans for the future?"

Holding the wine glass, Diaros glanced at the stranger next to him in surprise, and then understood instantly.

"Oh, it's you, it seems that the matter is over. I think it through, it's rare to live again, and I also want to be the same as the Palotas you mentioned before, even if I am an insignificant person, I must Do something meaningful and kind on this earth."

"So I submitted my resume to a multinational medical company called Rhode Island. I didn't quite understand what a resume is, so I asked Sophia to write it for me. I heard that Yao Knight is in that company... It is still useful to participate in the Cavaliers competition, and I have received an interview notice yesterday."

After Dialos filled his glass, he cleaned up the residue of the wine bottle, wiped the corners of his mouth and continued to speak.

"And I think, like us, there may be other people from different worlds descended on this land, maybe... there will be people we are familiar with, just like you, I should also go out for a walk."

Sang's index finger moved slightly.

Familiar people...

After a moment of silence, he raised his glass and drank it down.

"Well, take care of yourself. I'll take my leave first."

"Well, good luck."

He turned around and stepped forward, approaching the darkness.

And in the white ward, the spokesperson McGee looked at the platinum-gold knight Ji in disbelief and said.

"You said... you want to retire?! Are you kidding me? Miss Droste! The flow of water you can create every year is enough to build a fortress, not to mention that although you failed to arrest that madman, you also tried your best Blocked him, fans and everyone in the Knights are worried about you."

Group=chat*:+|wife&wu<刻/一/三>三～秦|二+-半"Well, thank you. But McGee, you know I don't care about these. I also hesitated for a long time, but also Changes should be made. The canaries who have been living in the greenhouse should also go to see the sky and the earth outside, witness it with their own eyes, and live by themselves."

She turned her head to look to the south, and the bursts of cold air blowing from the snow-capped mountains lifted her golden hair like a dream.

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

While lying on the bench in the park, poor Bai Jin let out a long sigh of relief.

Ah~~

I want to die!This job can't be done!

After this incident, she is now deeply aware that if she continues to persist in this drudgery, she will die sooner or later.

"Is there any place to moisten..."

Just like when she graduated from university, she began to think about her future.

At the hospital, after work, a social animal opens the ward of a conquest knight.

Manna looked at his former comrades-in-arms and snorted softly.

"Looks like you're fine."

Chesper held his broken nose and gave a helpless smile.

"Does it look like it? However, I didn't expect you to come to see me. Manna, do you have time to chat with me?"

"...as you like."

In the building of the Supervisory Committee, listening to the report of the knights under him, the Grand Knight Commander Russell shook his head.

"Have you failed? Then things will become troublesome. Maybe we should try to use methods other than force... Forget it, let's cover up Ingra's news first. Temporary fluctuations can't be helped, but it's also sad. In today's Casimir, such memories don't last long."

It's just a family of knights and nobles, and there are thousands of them in this country.

The Great Knights are still advancing, and the steel giants leave the wilderness behind, full of desire and hot gold coins, and continue to rush forward with the tide of the times.

Watching the city leave.

Sang turned around and walked towards the endless wilderness.

"Hey, employer, it looks like it's all over."

"San! Here, here!"