The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

She sniffed lightly and sniffed.

But it doesn't smell like that.

The two raised their glasses at the same time and took a sip of water and coffee.

Then he turned his head and spoke at the same time.

"who are you?"

"what are you."

Skadi: π_π?

"You scold me?"

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She lowered her head and tilted her head, raised her head again, and spoke seriously, feeling a little unintelligent.

"I do not have."

Sang said something.

The bright red pupils are extremely deep, piercing the soul, and his gaze is fixed on a deeper existence.

"I asked, what are you?"

"I'm not a thing, I'm a person."

San frowned, and he shook his head.

"No, you are not human."

"You curse again!"

Skadi also frowned slightly, seeming a little angry.

San was silent.

It's obviously just wearing a shell and painting clothes, but this creature that exudes the smell of seafood seems to really regard itself as a human being.

Is it mixed with human consciousness in that creature?Or is this creature itself the result of transforming humans?In any case, at least it passes the test in terms of intensity.

Laplande was overheard.

What the hell are you two talking about?

"My name is Sang, Sang of Fran, and I'm just an ordinary traveler now."

"Skadi, the deep sea...is a bounty hunter."

Chapter 52: Son of Crystal and Daughter of Crystal (2/11)

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"........."

After the self-introduction was over, the two of them stopped talking.

After drinking the cheap coffee that was not as tasty as the big knight's offer, Sang shook his head, and finally opened his mouth on his own initiative.

"The number of bounty hunters gathered here exceeds the standard. Is there any big prey or discovery?"

"...Don't ask more about things that have nothing to do with you."

After confirming that he was not a compatriot living outside, Skadi's tone became quite sarcastic again.

It's hard to say, but curiosity kills Ferring sometimes.

Laplande was very interested. She patted Sang on the shoulder and stood up. She carried a knife and walked in the direction of other bounty hunters outside. It was self-evident what she wanted to do.

"You should stop her."

"Pointless."

But after thinking about it, Sang suddenly asked.

"I want to ask, have you seen anyone who can use strange crystal spells nearby? I think with your strength, you may know something."

crystallization?

Skadi was stunned for a moment, and she had a little impression immediately.

"Crystalized origin stone skills... When I was about to defeat the lion, the woman who was his partner released a blue light beam wrapped in crystals at me."

Unlike the Originium skills of other people on land, that kind of spell made her feel pain, almost bleeding.

Lions, women, crystal guns...

"Is there a man with two knives, nicknamed Black Hand, next to them?"

"Is there? There seems to be a person with a dark aura, I don't remember very clearly... Do you know those three people?"

Sang closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

"Well, it counts as a fight."

Although he didn't have much impression of the lion knight, he still knew the rest of the black hands, as well as Clinesed, who was the crystallized daughter.

"enemy?"

"If they think it is, then it is."

That being the case, the source of that suggestion is also clear, and then all you need to do is wait.

"Do you want another drink? As a reward for intelligence."

"I don't care, there is still time, so let's have a drink."

Skadi relaxed a little.

Looking at the man next to her who was somewhat similar to her captain, she said while holding her chest.

"It's been a long time since anyone bought me a drink. Aren't you afraid? As they say, I'm a hunter who will bring disaster."

"I've been used to other people's fears longer than you have."

Incurring the disaster of the abyss, the cruel and ruthless butcher, the frenzied hunting of wolves, all the slander and fear they bear silently.

Skadi was taken aback for a moment, and from the bright red pupils that seemed calm at that time, she saw a darkness similar to her own.

Are there such people on land?

To be honest, if it wasn't for the smell of the sea, there would be no discord between this person in front of him and their deep-sea hunters.

She even felt sympathy.

This shouldn't be an emotion towards someone who doesn't understand.

But it does seem to exist, because also, as the last hunter of the deep sea, she almost instinctively perceives the loneliness of being the last person.

"I am the last hunter, are you too (Agol)."

She let out an exclamation that only she could understand.

But Sang glanced at her sideways, and a thunderous stern look suddenly flashed in her eyes, and a criticism made her stand up all of a sudden.

"Sentimentality makes you weak! (Agric)"

"Yes! What... huh?"

Skadi stretched out his hand and touched his head with some guilt.

I go!Just now she almost felt that the dead captain had been resurrected.

(A hunter in the distance suddenly sneezed)

"A warrior's emotion cannot be overflowed, it will affect the hand that wields the weapon, you should understand this."

Sang rarely criticized.

He also sensed a similarity in work that happened to happen by coincidence of fate.

But for her confusion and escape, I have nothing to say.

"Do you speak Agoric?"

"Learn."

During his time in Casimir, he took the time to learn all the languages ​​he could learn. Although he may not be proficient in the conversation, it is not a problem to understand.

There is a relative lack of information on this language, and he was able to learn it only after he found a scholar who specialized in research in a large library and obtained the information.

"I really miss it. Back then, my captain would always reprimand me like that."

"I always let him down a lot."

The tone was a little lost and low, and the long-lost words and communication made her slightly emotional.

"...That means he has been looking forward to you."

Sang pulled her back with plain words.

"I have experience."

At this moment, behind them, a sharp blue light instantly penetrated the wall, shooting silently at the back of San's head from behind.

Sang stretched out his hand expressionlessly, pinched the blue magic short arrow with his bare hands, felt it for a while, and crushed it hard.

"……wrong."

"how?"

Compared with the ordinary magic short arrow, the attack just now has been significantly improved.

And it is an improvement that he is very familiar with.

He turned around and walked towards the outside of the house.

Skadi moved his legs, but he still sat in his seat. After all, it was someone else's private matter.

Walking out the door, looking around, there is no familiar figure, but the traces left by the magic power are still very clear.

At this moment, Laplande, who learned the interesting news from the bounty hunter, came towards him humming a ditty with a blood-stained blade.

"Hey, employer, I just heard some interesting news, would you like to hear it? By the way, where are you going?"

"Reunion with old people."

Sang stepped forward and moved quickly in the direction guided by the magic power.

Walk across the roofs of buildings until you come to an empty warehouse that looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

He stepped forward and pushed open the door, there was a creaking sound, and as far as he could see, there was nothing in the empty warehouse.

On the surface it does seem so.

But when he took a step closer, the light composed of countless magic threads lit up instantly, and above the raised head, the researcher in yellow with a strange crown held a pickaxe and shouted loudly.

"As you can see, magic threads with a radius of 20 meters have spread all over your surroundings. In this field, I can control every move you make."

"Take the move! Fran! Fran's arrow rain with a radius of 20 meters!!!"

One after another, the crystallized soul arrows, each powerful enough to penetrate the steel plate, attacked from various tricky angles with Sang as the center.

But facing such an offensive, Sang's eyes showed a rather dissatisfied look.

"...Stupid, what are you researching?"

"The magic symbolized by the yellow clothes should be used in this way."

The dazzling light engulfed the dark warehouse in an instant, and in the flow of light, everything seemed to be still.

In the next second, all the attacks shattered in an instant, and the researcher in yellow who was standing on a high place was pinched by Sang who didn't know when he had reached a higher place, and he was thrown like a ball. It fell down and splashed a large amount of dust on the ground.

"Woo...it hurts."

Pull up the researcher in yellow who was lying in the classic turtle-eating posture in the pothole, and pull out the wretched mushroom head crown at once.

Showing a head of black and beautiful black hair and bronze-colored healthy skin, the seemingly immature baby face is a bit aggrieved, no different from the ones he has seen before.

"Hazel, long time no see."

The son of the crystal, who has never carried a name, stretched out his hand to the daughter of the crystal known to the world.