The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"[Spread], how about it? This kind of unexpected control can easily turn the tide of battle, and it doesn't have to be in the form of arrows. It's also very convenient to make throwing knives and landmines in normal battles."

Clinesid held the pen, staring blankly at the magic that she had never learned before, or the usage that she had never thought of.

"These, what are these? It's not written in the crystal scroll?"

San was taken aback.

"Crystal scrolls, I have only read the teacher's copy, but isn't that the basic information? They are all magic scrolls thousands of years ago. Although the level is groped to the end, Logan's research is due to fanaticism and short time. The reason is that it has not penetrated horizontally.”

"Compared to simply improving the power and level, it is reasonable to try to develop different usages."

However, yes.

Crystallization magic is profound and only handed down in two lines. Compared with the common magic that can be excavated and studied by ordinary magicians, it is almost impossible to learn or learn. The successors of Logan and the crystallization old man can only trace back to the past. Logan's footsteps are not easy.

But after so many years, standing on the shoulders of the predecessors, some new magic should have been created.

"Hmph, it's all due to the group of useless idiots who don't want to be surpassed by Dragon Academy. They will die or live to restrict knowledge and always stifle talented people, so that the current level of magic can't catch up with the ancients thousands of years ago. , the older you get, the stronger you get, I really can't laugh."

Sang sneered at the world's largest magic academy with a rather sarcastic tone, but deep down in his words was a little disheartened.

"Your name is Clinesid, you don't want to be that kind of magician."

The golden light shone through the clouds, and he stretched out his fingertips, which still had the lingering light of magic power, to wipe off the sweat that flowed during training. He stared at himself, thought about something, and then said with a smile.

After that, she often went to him for advice.

After being received by the king and the sages and didn't know what to talk about, Sang stayed in the royal city that year, and spent most of the time studying alone in the big library.

Occasionally, he would come to teach Clinesed about magic, which was a way of understanding and application that he could not imagine at all, and every time he taught her, she benefited a lot.

The ignorant comparisons and a little bit of fear have long since dissipated. His ocean-like talent, the strength and will that radiate from every gesture, and the shining fingertips that command all magic, all make her extremely respectful and beloved.

There is also time other than practicing magic. Sang sometimes hums strange and pleasant ditties to give her a variety of hairstyles, and sometimes asks her to play cards and chess with strange rules, and tells some stories in the process. Weird stories and experiences.

My life, which was originally only magic and missions, became tinged with fantasy because of my encounter with him.

There was also a strange feeling in her heart, and she didn't know what it was.

But all in all, it doesn't feel bad.

Until that day comes.

In a not-too-bad cloudy weather, Sang, who had been in Wangcheng for a while, directed her magic carelessly.

"Klinesid, try to release magic in this way, it can speed up the efficiency of magic power."

"Yes, Lord Sang."

"You don't need to use honorific titles for me. Although I am a few years older than you, we are of the same family and the same generation. Just call me Sang like a friend."

"Sang—my lord."

"Oh, it's up to you."

In just one year, the shadow left by Sang in her heart has become deeper than anyone else.

"I heard that you... will become the prince's fireproof girl in the future."

"Well, I will work hard to study magic, try my best to become a sage in the big library, and become Lord Lorian's right-hand man in governing the country in the future."

This is her life's mission.

But when she said this, the expression on Sang's face was more complicated than usual.

"Don't you feel pain, facing being bound by the fire, under the arrangement of others, you are destined to have a good life from the beginning."

"Compared to poor people who have been displaced, their families have been destroyed, and they have turned into wandering souls, I have no right to complain. This is my mission, and I have no complaints about the great mission of becoming a prince and fireproof girl. What's more, I was born to spread fire."

"Have you never thought about living for yourself?"

"For myself, why?"

she asked.

But this time, the man did not answer as simply and crisply as usual.

There was a weary silence for a moment, and a calm and lost voice came.

"...Cleansed, this is your life."

His eyes are so deep but shining with light, as if he can see through all time and cause and effect, and look down from a higher dimension.

Then, something seemed to disappear from his eyes.

At the same time, she felt the pain in her heart.

Not pity, not denial, not disgust.

That is [disappointment], just helplessness, and there is only one kind of behavior represented.

Just stop looking.

A few days later, he left and never saw each other again for more than ten years.

Until the fire passing ceremony 18 years later, until the cruel king hunting war 50 years later, until the passing by in the unowned cemetery 100 years later, until the last gaze she saw before she died 500 years later.

His eyes didn't change.

Chapter 56: To the Catacombs (3/11)

"So, you don't know why?"

Gathered in a temporarily borrowed room, Blackhand Kamui sighed helplessly.

"Well, it's a completely different world here."

If it was the heyday, he might be able to use the clairvoyance created by light magic to overlook time from a high-dimensional perspective to obtain information, but he has been weakened and does not have enough power to use it.

"Then let's talk about it. The problem of the underground cemetery can bring you all together. It must not be as simple as a simple knight's mausoleum."

"Well, please see."

Kleinshid stepped forward and handed him several photos taken on the spot by the survivors.

San looked down and understood the situation instantly.

The murals on the wall in the photo, as well as some ancient texts and institutions, all have the shadow of that world. For those who have resurrected from the dead, this is indeed a situation that cannot be ignored.

That includes him too.

"...I will go."

He spoke calmly.

And after he spoke like this, everyone present couldn't help showing joy. After all, the underground cemetery in the intelligence had many dangerous traps, but if there was Almighty Sang, the risk would be reduced to almost nothing.

But before they were happy, the second half of Sang's words followed.

"I'll go alone."

"………what."

"Uh--"

"Hmm~"

It is true, after all, whether it is in magic experience, martial arts or even the number of people, Sang surpasses them, there is really no reason to go with them.

Before the two of them could think of any good reason, Sang spoke up.

"If you need to find someone to go with you, you can go to Hazel. Her light magic can be regarded as good. With the mushroom as a substitute for the lion knight, there should be no problem in forming a team."

But at this moment, Hazel, who hadn't spoken much since the beginning, folded his hands and spoke in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

"I'm not going, I don't want to go on an adventure with that young lady, Mushroom and I are enough."

Clinesed frowned, and also let out a cold snort.

"Hey, I happen to think the same way. A useless yellow-faced girl is useless if she joins the team. If you are a teammate, you only need the mushroom next to it."

"you--"

Hazel's voice under the crown was a little hostile.

"Why, do you want to compare magic with me again, little sister~"

The daughter of the same crystallization, the relationship between the two is quite bad.

Without birds and them, San took the map with engraved coordinates from Black Hand, picked up the photo again and fell into thought.

"Master Sang."

At this time, Shenwei lowered his voice and asked him.

"Offended, but I want to confirm with you, the prince and the others——"

"I do not know."

Sang answered him bluntly, but after hearing this answer, Kamui breathed out a sigh of relief.

The burden he had been carrying on his body suddenly eased a lot, and he could finally relax a little bit from his duties as a loyal minister.

He knew that Sang didn't need to lie to him, if he didn't know, he didn't know.

"Thank you."

He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Sang accepted it calmly, then opened the door and walked out.

He turned his head and looked at Laplande who was leaning against the door with a half-smile.

"Laplande, wait a minute—"

The white wolf showed a gratified smile, and pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm so touched, employer, I knew you would choose to take me with you in the end."

"...Continue to take good care of Ceobe."

"what?"

Laplande was silent, and then a few blue veins appeared on the top of her head.

She shook with a smile on her face, and put her hand on the handle of the knife involuntarily.

"I said, employer, if you continue to make me a nanny every day, I might really want to stab you to death."

San shook his head.

"It's okay, you can't do it."

In the next second, Laplande swung the knife with a smile on his face, but failed to hit under the interference of the illusion.

"cut."

After a single miss, Laplande put away the knife, and the tail behind her kept wagging unhappily.

But she thought about it, and for some reason she smiled happily again.

"How about this, employer, as the saying goes, if you ask others, you have to help others. It seems that I have been away from Syracuse for a while, and now I miss the pizza in my hometown~"

Sang understood, nodded after thinking about it.

"For food, yes."

After finishing speaking, he immediately rushed towards the direction several kilometers away.

In short, go to the periphery for a preliminary investigation.

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But when he detoured several winding mountain roads and finally came to the entrance of the hidden cemetery, a figure was already standing outside the door, with long silver hair fluttering in the air without a hat blocking it.

Noticing the aura coming from behind, Skadi turned her head vigilantly, and was suddenly taken aback again.

"why you?"

"why is it you again?"

Sang asked calmly.

He felt that his execution was fast enough.