The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

In the darkness, it was like a lit bonfire guiding his direction.

The spear of light piercing through the darkness instantly crushed the head that swallowed the darkness, freeing him from the judgment of death.

The eighth!

Using the last magic power to repair his body, he vaguely glanced at the figure standing in the distance.

Isn't there still strength?

"Oh, you actually lied to me."

But well done!

With just a moment of attention, he jumped up from the height of the broken snake, looked at the flame-breathing faucet that had nowhere to flash for a while, and pushed his vitality and inner potential to the limit, even if his body couldn't bear it, and his bones went up and down. It doesn't matter if it keeps breaking.

Aiming at the weak spot of the scales, he swung the dragon-slaying sword.

The figure of jumping up and slaying the dragon is like the reappearance of the myth of hunting dragons.

The unprecedentedly loud screams shattered the eardrums at close range, and also affected the brain, making Sang's vision blurred again.

But there was no problem, as the last dragon's head fell into the water, the huge fortress-like body finally stopped moving.

Ninth! ! !

After staggering a few steps, he fell directly to the ground in a big shape.

"Huh...huh...hahaha...win! We won! Hey! Dax, we won!!"

This kind of mythical monster that can end countless braves and heroes, they actually defeated it with only two people.

Incredible!

"I might be stronger than the captain now, just kidding... Dax, do you still have strength, why don't you say a word?"

As soon as he finished asking, he realized that his eardrum had just been broken and he couldn't hear any sound.

After lying down for a few minutes, he finally condensed the magic power that was barely able to perform a restoration.

Supporting his exhausted body, he stood up and looked up at his comrades.

But at that glance, he stopped breathing.

In a scorching mark spanning tens of meters on the ground, scorching dragon flames are still burning on the ground.

In the center of the flame stood a figure.

With one hand and one eye, the remnant body was on fire, but it still stood firmly there.

He maintained his throwing stance, his body as straight as a young knight's.

The flesh and blood merged with the armor in the burning of the dragon flame, like a bronze sculpture.

On the side, the shield that was supposed to resist the flames was thrown aside.

The pupils that had been burned to the point of hollowness were still staring straight ahead, but there was no light left.

……he died.

Part9: Peripheral vision, meaningless

He smelled death.

Seeing the darkness engulfing his friend ruthlessly, Dax smiled ferociously, even though his body was already tattered, Dax pulled the ground and straightened up.

Blood was pouring out of my ears, I couldn't hear any sound, and the whole world was a silent empty room.

The same bloody nose twitched slightly, smelling the strong smell of swords and blood, disgusting like mud, but sweet like honey.

For more than ten years, death has been following his footsteps, sniffing his whereabouts, but has not yet made up his mind to deal him a fatal blow.

But when the gun was broken, a premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

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.

At that moment, he saw countless himself.

Young, alone in the dark world waving a stick.

Growing up, constantly honing martial arts and wearing armor and cloak.

Mature, the self who gradually understands the truth and gradually feels the pain.

Discouraged, thinking that everything is meaningless and enjoying the self in vain.

The shadow of life is reflected at his feet, dragged very long by the dim light.

"call--"

The flames accumulated in the dragon's head lowered down, but without hesitation, he tightened the shield in his hand and threw it aside.

Shield is no longer needed.

An iron gun that looked particularly dilapidated and dilapidated appeared in his hands. It was completely different from the gorgeous dragon gun. It was a dilapidated and inferior gun with many scars.

But using this gun as the end of his life, his mood did not have much turmoil.

He was saved by the dragon, and finally died because of the dragon in a dramatic way.

Group@谈{$：～～wife[email protected]吴-流{-一<+三-三@结&二#$抱 The gun that was abandoned with the status of a knight always returned to his hands.

Heh, the relationship between him and the dragon is really confusing, which is really disturbing.

But at this moment, he felt relieved, as if a long run was about to end.

He stepped forward, raised his arms, stepped, aimed.

Dazzling light condensed on the gun body.

As the soul burns quietly and quietly.

The flames broke through the space and spewed out, covering his body unavoidably.

The pain and scorching heat instantly made his face grim, and the pain that was being burned and dissolved all over his body was absolutely unbearable.

Is this the pain that those fire bearers, the great salary king, that Ludos, felt?

No, it should be more intense.

His vision disappeared, his eyeballs were burned by the heat, and he could no longer see anything.

There is only a world without sound or light left behind, as if returning to the very beginning, the dark basement of childhood.

In the flames, even the light on the gun became weak, as if it might be covered and wiped out by the fire at any time.

Fire, flames, the world.

This world is born and exists because of fire, so all life is the child of fire... But without the principle that children cannot live without their parents, people should be able to live alone.

He was so looking forward to it, but disappointed pessimistically.

Everything is meaningless. After the fire goes out, everyone will die. Spreading fire is just a curse and deception from the gods to human beings.It's a dead end without hope.

When the world falls into darkness at the end of the fire.Whole ages will be buried in their graves, and not even a funeral song will be played.

In order to spread the meaningless cycle of fire, people who should not die continue to die, and people who should not be born continue to be born. He believes that this is a desperate endless cycle, but he has never been able to completely deny and end it.

A world without light, he also never expected.

Because he still couldn't get the answer, he lost his faith and wandered in this world like a living corpse for more than ten years.

He ran through ups and downs and struggled through setbacks.

Sorrow is wrapped around the body, and pain is sprinkled all over the ground.

Tired, but never stop.

Pain, but unwilling to avoid.

But at this time, at the moment when he smelled the smell of death, he got the answer to his life's pain in inspiration.

He suddenly realized at the last moment, as if waking up from a dream.

He understood.

It turned out that death has nothing to do with him, only life has meaning to him.

Even in this hopeless world, he is still willing to fight for the life he wants to live.

Those who are in deep misery, those who are powerless to resist, turn to him for help and want to live.

He...would save.

So sacrifice is not to be feared.

He raised his head, and in front of him was nothing but ridiculous darkness and death.

Sang, I believe in you, everything depends on human effort.

So, keep running.

Don't stop.

I will turn my remaining body into a bonfire to illuminate your dark future.

and so--

He opened his mouth.

in darkness.

The exiled knight opened his eyes wide open and could only see darkness, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be praying but also seemed to be an order.

"Light, can you shine it on me again?"

In the fire, it was like responding to that last will.

The quaint long spear erupted with an unprecedented dazzling light, almost dyeing the entire body of the gun in a bright color, a light that even the flames could not conceal.

The spear was thrown.

The dark world is divided by straight bright.

Light and spear pierced darkness and silence.

Split the flame, break through the atmosphere, pass through the phantoms set in the memory by time, and finally catch up with the half-life-long loneliness.

At the last moment of loss of consciousness.

He remembered many things he hadn't done yet.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink the next bottle of wine that I promised, please forgive me, there's nothing I can do about it.

I entrust the boy's future to your care. As for the name, how about Dax II? It's a good name. I agree, but in the future, please let him go the way he wants to go;

And one more thing……

Forget it, I won't trouble you too much.

Anyway, my friend.

Really, nice to meet you.

Former Lothric Dragon Rider, Exile Dax Oakram, thank you most sincerely.

My friend... may you be able to complete your mission safely in the future.

Goodbye, take care.

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

His heart stopped beating.

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Thoroughly fusing Dax's soul, San looked at the wreckage in front of him and sighed silently.

After incinerating it with flames, he put it in the wine bottle that the two of them drank together last night.

Then he picked up the half-melted gold coin from the ashes, slowly clenched it in his hand, raised his head and let out a deep breath.

For him, being able to die in the end to save him is a good ending.

He is not sad, a good death is very rare in this world.