The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Even Skadi is the same.

"What does your world look like?"

San didn't respond to her query.

Alexander was enthusiastic.

From the Golden Tree to the first Shattered War, and then an adventure story of its own.

Fight against countless heroes at the Heroes Festival, the Broken Star General who sealed the stars with his own power, the flame giant standing like a volcano in the icy snow-capped mountains, and the red thunderbolt in the city of the sky that is constantly breaking and condensing dragon.

It is indescribable without experience, and it can be called an epic legend.

"In the end, in the duel between me and my best friend, I lost without regret, but I, Alexander, was still a warrior even in the end! My career has no regrets! Wahahahaha!!!"

Holding up his iron fist, Alexander's laughter was without any haze.

"You are such a powerful pot..."

After listening to his story, Skadi spoke from the bottom of his heart.

No matter what, she couldn't live as calmly as the warrior pot in front of her.

Alexander looked at her, and patted her on the shoulder as if he saw something.

"Skadi, I can feel the breath of a warrior and a hero in you, so cheer up, don't fall into sadness, a hero should hold out his chest."

The long-lost warmth poured into the cold heart.

It's been a long time, and no one has comforted her like this.

Looking at the burning fire, Skadi looked at his palm, which was slender and white.

But in her crimson pupils, there was a reflection of blood that could not be washed away.

She has a bad past, and because of these pasts, she bears the blood-stained disaster, and all those who want to approach her and interact with her will be hurt by the disaster she brought.

So she cut off contact and trapped herself in a web of solitude, not wishing to bring danger to others.

But her nature does not like to be alone, or quite the opposite.

When a strong person with the ability and strength to protect himself expresses goodwill, she will also hesitate.

"Let's talk about it. I also want to know what the group formed by powerful people like you are fighting against."

"........."

Finally, in the warmth of the fire, she spoke.

From the vast blue in the distance and the white shards caressing the land, to all the hunters fighting to the death to kill the gods.

The last hunter rushed out of the sea, broke through the darkness, and looked up to see the brilliant starry sky.

She walked to the beach, wandering in the pursuit of disaster, wandering the land here for so many years.

Different from Alexander's unrepentant warrior epic, Skadi's voice is very dark, and every word contains hidden grief and blood tears buried in the dark deep sea.

Even Alexander, who has a relaxed personality, quieted down.

Only Sang didn't seem to have any feelings.

He had long since lost the ability to be emotionally attached to other people's stories, as well as his own.

"I see, deep sea hunter...Hai Si...Agor, the hidden disasters in this land are somewhat unexpected.

A creature capable of continuous evolution and high-speed reproduction, a deep-sea hunter transformed with its genes, he felt a strange consciousness in Skadi's soul, so it was so.

It's really sad that the enemy and the enemy come from the same source.

"I can't go back to my hometown..."

Alexander's tone was a little disappointed.

Soldiers should not feel homesick, because this is a sign of cowardice and withdrawal.

Hometown is used to miss, a distant place.

But it should also be the final destination after becoming a hero.

If you can't go back, it's really sad.

"Can't you swim back, Skadi?"

She shook her head.

"I can't go back."

She wanted to return to her hometown countless times, but all she got was the same result. She was surrounded by countless sea monsters halfway, and was forced to turn back.

So she can only wander, can only go to this piece of land that she has never cared about before, continue to wander alone, and fight to the end with the darkness that surrounds her.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Sang, who was still silent, and tried to ask a question.

"San, where is your hometown?"

hometown.

San's expression didn't change.

He spoke calmly.

"In a place farther than the universe."

Completely different from Skadi and Alexander, his tone was so cold that no strange emotion could be heard.

Those 19 years of life, if his life is a book, then the time in that world can only be regarded as the beginning of less than half a page, a shadow that has been blurred to the point of non-existence.

"Time dilutes everything, leaving nothing behind. My hometown has also become an empty concept. In the dimension of my long life, the relaxed, unforgettable and sad past cannot leave any deep traces."

Compared to the day and night fighting to survive in the world of Dark Souls, those 19 years of experience seemed illusory, a bubble-like dream.

He no longer remembers clearly.

There is no emotion anymore.

Even if he really had a choice, he would not look back.

"Skadi, even if you stay away temporarily, your hometown is still here, and it still exists in a world that can be reached by footsteps."

"So, don't casually add impossible to your own words."

He paused, then spoke.

"Maybe you will be luckier than you think."

Skadi listened quietly.

She felt the will seeping out of those words, and the heavy loneliness that could not be compared with her own.

She couldn't help but wonder.

What exactly is supporting that kind of will, allowing him to continue walking without regret or fear.

"...What does that mean to you?"

The bright red eyes drooped, and Sang recalled the moment when he saw Yan Guo's words and information in the library.

After a few moments of silence, he looked at her, his tone still calm and calm.

He said so.

"—that's the beginning of my story."

The flame flickered, distorting the flickering light and shadow on the wall.

Alexander looked at Sang, and couldn't hold back his interest and spoke.

"Then it's your turn, Sang. I can feel the epic sense in you that I have never seen before. Even the Broken Star General has never given me this feeling. You must be an incredible hero, Sang!"

hero.

San shook his head calmly.

Among all the members of the Undead Team, he is the only one who is not eligible for this title.

"Fran's undead army is an army of undead, an army independent of all countries. We monitor the abyss, share wolf blood, and strangle darkness on the edge of the world."

"abyss?"

Skadi heard the deep emotion that San put in this word.

"It's a riotous humanity, a horrible existence that brings darkness and turns the living into monsters."

"Is it the same monster as Hai Si?"

"No, the abyss is not a creature, but darkness itself."

"They will hide in the darkness of people's hearts, silently multiply and bewitch degeneration, erode the light bit by bit, and turn everything in the world into dead souls who only know destruction."

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"The undead who were killed by the abyss formed an alliance with the wolf, shared the blood of the wolf to connect the blood, and hunted the darkness until the end of their lives. This is the origin of the Faran Undead Squad."

Skadi stroked the blade in his hand and listened quietly.

Just as she expected, there were similarities between the undead and their deep-sea hunters.

But there may be more differences.

"The undead team does not pledge allegiance to any country, but only locks down the abyss for hunting, wipes out any places where there are traces of the abyss, and stops the spread of darkness. As long as they are infected by the abyss, we will not let anyone go."

The profound will flowed out unstoppably from the words, soaking in the almost smelt smell of corpses and blood.

"We have a special assessment for joining the team. Only those undead who have a firm determination to light the three beacons and open the door to wolf blood are eligible to join the undead team."

Scotty was a little surprised.

"Did all your members choose this path by themselves?"

"no doubt."

Sang's words did not hesitate.

"In the past, there was a knight called the Abyss Walker. He was the first Lord of Wolf Blood, the goal and origin of the Falan Undead Team. The wolf knight Artorius was once because of the Abyss Walker. Killing the violent abyss lord Manus stopped the abyss from engulfing the world."

"Oh, that's a great hero."

For such a knight who saved the world, the warrior pot Alexander praised with full respect.

But San's words were not finished.

"The myth of the hero is always exciting, but the real history is not like this."

"what?!"

"In real history, Artorius who walked in the abyss did not exist. He lost. He lost to the Lord of the Abyss."

Harsh words spit out cold words.

"In the end, an unnamed undead man took over the mission of hunting the abyss after killing the hero who was eroded by the abyss and fell into madness, but in the end he did not leave any traces in history, and the good stories of those who walked the abyss were handed down. "

Hearing the unexpected truth, the two soldiers also fell into silence.

Only Sang's own attitude has not changed.

"Even so, the undead team still exists."

[WEB] Chapter 62: Crystal Daughter's Exchange Meeting

"You guy, why are you so reckless."

Looking around the completely different rooms, Clinesid frowned and let out a breath.

"Who knew there would be such a treasure chest! Speaking of which, why haven't Mushroom and Black Hand caught up yet?"

Hazel looked at the footprints on the ground. If it was as expected, Sang must have also been hit by this trick. Since it was a fixed-point teleportation, Black Hand and Mushroom should be able to follow.

But time passed by, but there was still no figure other than the two of them.

"It seems that there was an accident, so let's act too."

Clinesid waved her staff, bright magic power shone, and around her, crystallized soul blocks with automatic enemy tracking effects appeared.

Looking at the highest crystallization researched by crystal magic that he had not been able to reach, Hazel's pupils under the crown flashed envy, but he didn't show it at all. He picked up his pickaxe and used magic power to move it strengthen.

When they came to the room where the corpse of the snake man was placed, both of them couldn't help frowning.

The footprints are gone.