The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"How does it read?"

Sang exhaled, and opened his mouth to spit out his name.

Flavi repeated it, but it sounded a little strange.

After all, I just don't know that Pinyin is repeating like a cat and a tiger.

"It's a bit wrong, but it will be a long time to teach, I will tell you next time, that's good, I will teach you my language next time."

"Okay, I will study hard."

Suddenly, Sang who turned his head noticed something, stood up and stopped to watch.

"what!"

In the silent night at this time, a group of bright light suddenly appeared in the sky that could not be seen, dividing the dark space with dazzling light.

A group of fireflies flew to the top of the tower, attracted by the sweet fragrance of flowers around, and danced happily around.

"It's really rare, an unexpected and dreamy scene."

He couldn't help feeling emotional.

And in the eyes that shone with a little light, Flavi finally saw his complex and deep feelings clearly.

That is fear.

A sudden premonition came, but Flavi understood her friend's mood in this glorious scene. At the same time, an indescribable premonition came to her, and the smell of death kept reverberating in her lungs.

She predicted, predicted that it was destined to happen, and no one was able to stop the sad story of change that was about to begin, and it would not stop producing pain until the final end, until the final end.

Sang looked up and said in surprise.

"Flaiwei...why are you crying?"

What flashed in the giant's eyes was a sadness that even he couldn't understand.

Flavi just looked at him in such a daze that her eyes were moist.

She didn't know why the tears flowed.

Sang opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, the wisdom enough to analyze the soul and all magic was useless at this moment.

Flavi's sadness and worry stemmed from her heartache for her friend's future, and from her awareness of a fatal and powerful flaw in her body just now.

She perceives a sad future in her flaws.

Couldn't do anything about it, and didn't want to curse or put a lot of pressure on it.Surrounded by flowers, she still bowed her head and prayed to the gods for blessings with her mother's gentle and sad eyes.

"San, it's okay. If it's you, it's absolutely fine."

Many years later, Sang would often think about the last words between the two, and it was not until he tasted the last lonely moment a hundred years ago at the sound of the death knell that he finally understood the last tears.

Only then did she realize the sadness she felt at that moment.

Chapter 82: Prayer is useless

Putting her hands together, she knelt down, closed her eyes towards the sun in the sky, and chanted praises to the gods.

Sang looked at her praying a little bored, and then threw out the strange wooden face carved just now.

It rolled to the ground and made a strange noise.

"nice!"

Flavi sighed speechlessly, put down her hands after finishing her prayer, and spoke with a little emotion.

"I said Sang, can you not disturb me when I pray? You are not so childish."

"Hahaha, I heard that a man is a teenager until he dies."

Sang picked up the wooden sculpture of a human face that Flavi had taught him to make, and pointed at the superstitious behavior of prayer somewhat disdainfully.

"After all, the civilization of this world is at this level, and I don't want to say more, but I don't know why you, as a giant, pray to the gods. I don't know who caused the current bad status and discrimination of your race in the first place. of it."

This ironic scene looks like a hell of a joke.

Flavi sighed.

"This is a habit that our family has passed down for thousands of years. What we pray for is not only the blessing of the gods, but also we can examine ourselves through the act of prayer, so that our hearts will not get lost in the darkness and the dust of the world."

"Hehehe, I don't believe it."

Sang's materialism is quite profound.

This becomes even more absolute when it comes to proving that you have no soul.

In his view, these plausible-sounding explanations are signs that religious people have been fooled.Isn't the fundamental purpose of belief from its appearance to strengthen the rule over the people?

"Sang, you are really... I have never seen a person who has no awe of gods like you, and will encounter misfortune."

He shook his head coldly.

"Superstition is not advisable. What's more, the gods in this world are not even superstitions. They are just stronger creatures. I don't even know the difference between the group of gods and humans other than strength and size."

In other words, basic concepts such as family affection are actually unique to the Protoss, and the dwarves are just imitating them with a part of their souls.

It is precisely because of this that gods are not worthy of awe.

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Hearing this, Flavi became a little excited, reached out and tapped him lightly, although it was just a light tap with his knuckles, but the giant's terrifying force still knocked him down.

"You are not allowed to say such things, you will suffer retribution. Before denying something, you should try to experience it first. You can't use such an attitude."

Sang: (ー△ー;)

The tone of these words reminded him of the painful time when he was forced to read Buddhist scriptures by his mother.

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He folded his hands and closed his eyes in a gesture of prayer.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and put his hands down.

A profane sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If my prayers don't come true, I swear that sooner or later I'll go to Anor Londo and beat up the bastard and those ears."

"Don't use the gods as a wishing machine, it's not good, pray more piously..."

"Hehehe."

What he prayed for was nothing more than a matter of course.

The same should be true for gods.

Just praying for a person, a believer, the insignificant safe journey.

That's it.

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Regarding the last confirmation of Kasas's abyssal infection, out of caution, the entire scouting team headed by Sang started stealth.

Thanks to the invisibility cloak and mimic ring developed by Sang, they traveled unimpeded along the way. Coupled with the excellent quality of the fighters, they passed through several warning lines safely.

At that time, Casas had completely engulfed the last Dolan Gureg, became the overlord of one side, and began to put the desire to conquer further away in Losric and Anor Londo, and began to erode the border between the continents Wire.

Looking at the familiar high tower in front of him, there is no one here at this time, all the flowers have been destroyed, and the figure of the giant has disappeared.

This is also the evil result of war.

hope she's all right...

Burning the withered flowers with fire, San bent down and prayed.

Then everyone went to the new capital of the Casas Empire without stopping.

But before they arrived, in front of the empire, an extremely tragic scene unfolded in front of them.

Even the members of the Undead Squad, who have seen big winds and waves, and have fought bloody storms, can't help but be speechless.

It was a forest, a forest made of people.

A handful of spears and stakes were driven deep into the ground. Those who had no time to escape, or those who were unwilling to surrender and wanted to resist, were all pierced and hung there. The humiliated woman was ripped off. A young child with a skinny face, an old man with a desperate face, and even some people still have a trace of misery until now.

Their blood stained the ground under their feet and turned into a muddy swamp that smelled of iron. Their miserable and terrifying deaths showed the power and terror of Kasas to all life in the world.

Not only that, but also the nightmarish head tree, the huge skeleton made of bones, the blood pool and meat forest that is not an adjective, countless scenes like hell.

A new member of the undead team, a man named Hawkwood, couldn't help closing his eyes.

"I don't want to see anything."

He spoke like this.

Sang's expression didn't change, his eyes became more profound and determined.

"Let's go."

When walking out of the hell on earth like the Casas War Memorial, what appeared in front of everyone was an exclusive wall of medals.

The swordsmen of Casas will nail the bodies of some fighters they recognize as medals on the country's city wall, but only the clergy will be chopped up and used as food for sandworms, and several bishops will be used as food for the sandworms. They were tortured to death in front of all the people, thereby tarnishing the glory of the gods.

On that city wall, there are knights who defended the country and the people and died in battle to the end, there are royal families who bear the glory of jade and burn it, and there are warriors who inherit the relics of heroes but regretfully lose, but on that city wall, they are almost the same, Just pieces of dead bones, no difference.

Having said that, the basic distinction remains.

It's not how it was before it was alive, it's just the simplest size.

size……

In the center of the wall, surrounded by no other bones, is the Overlord's Medal of Glory.

A huge giant corpse was pierced through the heart with a large sword and nailed to the cold wall.

His hands were cut off, his pupils were dried out, and his flesh was peeled off. Countless flies and insects gnawed at the bones and internal organs, exuding an ugly smell like mud.

Strips of blood dripped down from top to bottom, forming a carpet-like red pond, and as if tracing back with life, for some reason, the blood continued to flow until it reached the man's toes.

The sun is shining brightly now, shining brightly in all its glory, but a thousand times more evil than the worst irony in the world.

Looking at the incomplete armor that used to represent the glory of hunting dragons, Sang lowered her head with deep eyes.

He took off the iron helmet, and scratched his hair as if feeling itchy. A large piece of scalp was pierced and cut, and there was a piercing sound when rubbing against the skull. However, these terrifying phenomena were instantly restored to their original state in the next moment.

After a sigh, he put the iron helmet back on.

"Let's go."

He opened his mouth.

Even with the same words, the voice sounded the same.

But everyone felt something. From that voice, they heard that there was something like a bubble filling every bone in their bodies.

Flavi's death did not cause the grief he was worried about, but more like an expected gloomy anger, which gradually turned into a feeling of loneliness and frustration, similar to the feeling he felt when he heard Andil's voice back then.

Hawkwood stepped forward and asked in a low voice without looking at the atmosphere.

"senior--"

"No problem, I'm fine."

He lowered his head, even his anger was worn down by frustration.

"Just... don't want to see anything."

"Let's go."

He took out a radiant golden bouquet from his bosom, and crushed it silently.

Then avoid the blood and move on.

...no problem.

Later--

After confirming the infection in the Abyss of Kasas, the whole army of Fran's soldiers was dispatched, and the night before formulating the strategy, the captain planned the battle plan, including him and the old man of crystallization, as well as Gollum and the leader of the ghost army.

"The ghost army will lead half of the Guru to face the army on the right side, and the crystallized old man will lead the other half of the Guru to face the army on the left, and then the undead team will break through and behead the overlord Vornier in the center. Do you have any opinions and opinions on this plan?"

Looking at the chess pieces and strategic plan placed on the map, several people nodded, approving the battle plan this time, and at the same time, they were all ready to fight.