The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Zhuolige spun around with the double blades in his hands. In order to ensure that Sang would not take the opportunity to sneak attack, he swept the surrounding 360 degrees without dead ends for a week.

Not only that, when the energy of the purple origin stone surged onto his hands, and he smashed it with a yell, the torrent of gravity poured out like a tidal wave, blasting away everything within a half-hundred-meter radius around him, and the entire land was shattered. Earthquake-like shock.

And the impact of energy also shattered the ice that blocked his vision, and he raised his head abruptly.

In the air, a figure leaped high, holding the lightning-shining dragon hunting ax with both hands, and smashed it down like a thunderbolt.

Zhuolige was not afraid, and crossed his swords to block. The energy of gravity and lightning merged into a storm in an instant, and the impact force created another scar on the earth.

But at the moment when he raised his head and looked at each other, Zorig suddenly widened his eyes, and saw that the figure in comparison with him was actually a blue undead team spirit body.

What about Nasan's real body?

He couldn't help bowing his head.

Seeing outside the vast white snow field, a dark figure sprinted several times through the heavy falling snow, and arrived in front of him in an instant, and the two eyes met again across the world and a long time.

But this time when they looked at each other, in the pupils that were once burning with raging flames, now only the burnt ashes remained, and only the pure will itself existed.

"you--"

In the next moment, the sword pierced his heart.

The crystallized magic power then penetrated, spreading and spreading in all directions in his body, breaking his body to pieces.

Pulling out the sword, the blue spirit body above his head also disappeared. Sang reached out to catch the falling dragon hunting axe, and looked down at Zhuolige who was half kneeling on the ground holding the sword and vomiting blood in pain.

"ended."

San spoke calmly, then raised his sword.

He lost again.

In the dull helmet soaked in blood, Zorig felt the cold death.

In the almost numb rust smell, the consciousness of the brain became clearer.

Memories began to surface in him.

He began to think back to that distant afternoon, many years ago, when Vornier swung his sword and severed the collar of his slave.

"With your strength, it's too wasteful to be a slave. If you don't want to die, just follow me and become the sharpest sword in my hand."

"No name? I will give it to you. From now on, you will be called Zolig. You will no longer be anyone's slave, but Zolig of Casas."

His life changed, in the years to come.

They continued to conquer and plunder until all the territory was dyed with the colors of Kasas.

Following His Highness's orders, he continued to behead those knights who had no reputation in various countries, and obtained the status and reputation that a slave could not obtain in his life.

He recalled that when he finally became the surname of that lord by virtue of his military exploits, that lord stated to him the lofty ideals that transcended the times in that dim palace lit with thirteen candles.

He is moved by this, convinced by this, and can devote himself to it.

Those stupid weaklings who are afraid of power and cowardly will never understand the sublime of the Overlord.

Those flawed cows who are born as humans but only pray to the gods will never understand that all the wars Casas waged were for the sake of no more wars, and all sacrifices will make no difference in the end, there is no hypocrisy in it place.

The reason conjurers and warriors lurk in the Overlord is not fear, but the opposite nobility.

He has no fear of death.

"Casus will never die at your hands twice!"

Sang swung his sword and slashed down, the dazzling thunder light condensed on the edge of the sword, and the falling sword was so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen clearly, the fiery blood stained the ground red, and quickly cooled in the ice and snow.

However, he did not fall.

On the contrary, the headless body actually stood up. It should be impossible for a body damaged by crystallization magic to do so according to common sense.

Sang watched silently, feeling the long-lost breath of death.

"Even sacrifice your dignity after death, even turning into an undead will stop me."

"No matter what your beliefs and motivations are, at least as a warrior, your will is unquestionable."

In the fallen black iron helmet, the white skull after the melted flesh was absorbed and returned to its original position, two jet-black rays of light burned quietly in the eye sockets, and the origin stone spreading after death began to fill the entire armor, and then The neck covers up to half of the skull.

The purple light lit up again, and he held the Manyan giant sword in both hands, ready to launch his final blow.

And since the undead have lost the ability to think, even the tried and tested illusions and illusion manipulation should not work.

And the energy reserve that can release miracles and spells has been completely empty, and it will take time to recover. Facing this absolutely terrifying blow, how can he resist it?

Sighed softly.

Strong, but alas...only one hit.

Sang didn't do anything, a golden light shone on him.

Although his body can no longer be repaired to reverse time, there is also a way to escape death in the miracle of the Baijiao.

In the next second, a terrifying blow shook the mountain, and the huge explosion woke up everyone in the village, looking up at the purple light that soared into the sky that night.

And in the center of the explosion, a figure slowly fell down.

The crystallization of the origin stone finally engulfed his body, and then burst open in an instant, even though he had turned into an undead, there was still no bones left.

The effect of the tears of farewell was over, and Sang looked at the empty armor and the smoke-filled sword in front of her. After staring silently for a few seconds, a scar that spread from her shoulder to her lower abdomen slowly oozes blood, and then Slowly disappear under the effect of recovery.

"Casus will be buried in the dust for the second time."

San turned around and spoke words that were completely different from his.

This is respect for the fight to the death.

Chapter 79: Courage is because of deep love

In the cemetery of Casas, located deep under the snow field in the extreme north, when dawn came, the overlord sitting on the throne opened his eyes again.

"Zolige's breath...disappeared."

who is it!

With his strength, if he fights to the death, even if he fights against two inner defenders, he can die together.

But in such a short period of time, his sharpest weapon was actually broken just like that.

Such an ominous occurrence on the eve of war preparations not only made him extremely vigilant.

The enemy is dark and we are clear, he does not know the enemy's information.

But the moment he looked up, a nameless bad premonition instantly spread from his heart to his whole body.

This kind of bad premonition, the Overlord has one and only one time in his memory.

It was the eve of the destruction of Casas by those pointed-hat weirdos.

Then there is no doubt about it.

Even without any evidence, Overlord still believed in his intuition, and took the undead team as his imaginary enemy.

"Fran's undead team, is it you again in the end? That's right, if fate wants to use the most ironic means to mock me, letting this country be destroyed by the same enemy for the second time is undoubtedly the best way. "

"But will I be defeated by the same enemy again?"

The Overlord's ignited hollow eye sockets radiated the confidence and hostility of a hero. From his body, the black energy exuding an ominous atmosphere continued to erode the surrounding space and dimensions, and even the Overlord's body. The powerful soul burning like the sun was deeply suppressed.

"Absolutely not."

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And when the villagers who were awakened by Zorig's final blow mustered up the courage to go out to check the situation, all they saw was a huge hollow slowly buried by the flying snow, and the surrounding barbaric traces like giant beasts.

"My lord! What happened?"

"I beg the emperor to bless you, please don't let this village suffer any more misfortunes."

"Ghosts, goblins, go away, goblins, goblins, go away..."

Among all the villagers, only one had a completely different blank expression on his face.

He didn't follow Sang's instructions, and he used the binoculars to spy on the earth-shattering death fight from the very beginning.

Looking at the mythical battle beyond imagination, Jinrak's panic almost equaled his worries about his wife.

At this time, a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

The party involved in the battle, Sang, who seemed to be unscathed, calmly pointed behind him, signaling to go back to the house first.

And he backed away a few steps, nodded after a moment of silence.

Returning to the room in the village, recovering the power consumed by the battle, San spoke to Jin Lak who hadn't recovered yet.

"Now you should understand that in a battle of this level, you are useless at all, and you will only die in vain if you make a choice driven by emotion."

But Jin Lak still refuted immediately.

"So what... Life, is life valuable to me who is already terminally ill?"

That haughty voice sounded trembling now.

Sang thought for a while, and took out a business card out of nowhere. It was the Rhode Island business card that Kelsey asked for.

"you--"

"This is an excellent and ideal ore disease medical company. You should get back the money from the man on the picket team. If I fail to bring your wife back tomorrow, you can enter the company called Che The city of Ernobog, I will use spells to temporarily hide the traces of ore disease on your body."

"Then you can contact this company, cooperate with their most advanced treatment technology, and you can live for at least several years."

Sang spoke clearly, seeming to help him arrange a feasible future path for him, but this made him even more unacceptable.

"What are you kidding? This ticket, this ticket...but I traded my dignity for it!"

His expression was ferocious and lost, like a businessman who lost everything.

"So, your life is so cheap?"

Sang's gaze was very deep.

"Don't take it for granted, it doesn't make any difference to me whether you live or your wife lives."

"I'm just stating a worst case scenario."

"Compared to meaningless martyrdom, if at least one can survive, your wife will agree."

Jin Lak was dumbfounded for a moment.

He looked at the lost gold, silver and jewels before him, at the train tickets and documents obtained by giving up his dignity, and at the business card representing a new future.

Fate always arranges the choice just right, so that the parties will feel hesitation and hesitation when facing the simplest problems.

go out.

You can't fool yourself.

In fact, in your heart, you are still afraid of death.

Group#谈-}:|/wife}五|@刻&一{#三*三@种～|二+半 If they can survive, who would want to die for no reason?

You can go to a better environment, where no one knows you, no one understands your past, maybe you can live better, maybe you can marry a new ideal wife before you die.

Beautiful, mysterious, with a good figure and charming eyes.

Not a plain-looking, slightly fat, stupid woman who is so stupid that she would give up her stable life and future to live a hard life with a lowly infected person.

Damn, what's going on.

For such a simple choice, my mother hesitated for so long...

He picked up the ticket, those writing disks, and the bag of money, and took out the embers of fire that were still emitting warmth from his arms. Together with the remaining dignity, he dedicated them to the unfamiliar strangers in front of him.

He knelt down and bowed his head deeply, speaking in a sincere but not humble language.

"Please take me there. It doesn't matter if you let me die. No matter what the final result is, I am willing to die there."

Sang sighed and closed his eyes.

"trouble."

He opened his mouth.

But didn't ask for anything.