The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

The power of Casas should not be underestimated, and tomorrow must be a fierce life and death struggle.

"team leader……"

Only one person spoke.

"Sang, if there are any omissions and improvement plans, please come up with them. I believe in your vision."

"Sound strategy, but I would like to modify it slightly."

Sang stepped forward, removed one piece from the undead team's pawns, and pushed all the teams of the crystallized old man to the left.

Only one person remained.

His voice is very soft, but it is so deep and piercing.

"I'll kill half of them."

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Chapter 83: Catacombs of Casas

"It's right here."

Looking at the abandoned mine covered by ice and snow in front of him, Sang said expressionlessly.

The hiding place of the Casas Catacombs is here.

Jinrak was wearing a thick old military uniform, smoothing the snow on the already damaged signage with his hands.

"Mine No. 37, I have the impression that this mine was attacked by guerrillas before it was evacuated and destroyed, and no one survived in the end."

"Guerrillas?"

"It's a team of infected people who shuttled across the snowfields, attacked the picket team and rescued the infected people. It created a lot of trouble for us——for Ursus."

There was a sneer on Jin Lak's face, but he was laughing at himself.

"You know, when I was still a picket team, I also managed such a mine. Under the indoctrination of His Royal Highness, we treated infected people, men, women, and children, as slaves and flogged them until we drained them of all value. into powder."

The fine snow all over the sky was blowing on his face, driving the black hair and crow feathers, making his eyes look extraordinarily deep.

"The environment here is harsh, and we need to squeeze the infected people to death before we can be allowed to evacuate. After bearing the pressure from the upper layer, we release the pressure on the infected people at the bottom. We always hope that the group of animals can die Hurry up, so it will speed up the process, and every month because of boredom, they will play a game called black lottery among them, literally, whoever wins dies."

Listening to those screams, watching those wailing, and stepping on the frozen ice under their feet, they laughed so happily.

But all the faces in the memory are like hell devils, including myself.

Oh, it's so ugly that it makes me want to vomit.

That is, in the black lottery game, his life fell to the bottom.The selected infected man suddenly jumped up and bit his arm desperately. Even if he cut his eyeballs, cut his ears, and sliced ​​his flesh, he never let go.

He remembered the man because they had just executed his wife last month.

Finally he did.

Looking at the bloody tooth marks on his arm in horror, and seeing his colleagues who had stepped forward to help, but now they all backed away in fear, he felt that the world was frozen into ice at that moment.

Now it seems that it is nothing more than retribution.

The so-called class is nothing more than that. The country conveys the pressure to the emperor, the emperor puts the pressure on the nobles, the nobles put the pressure on their minions, and the pickets put the pressure on the lowest level of civilians and infected people, living in misery The people in the world can only resent the only infected person who is inferior to themselves.

In the end, the infected people at the bottom gathered together, and put pressure on the country again, and on the emperor, and the cycle repeated...

The world is so boring.

He lowered his arms and his eyes became firm again.

In any case, those have nothing to do with Sophia.

Sang looked at the ground under his feet, and the perception of the soul covered the countless bones and dead souls in an instant.

That is the deep hatred and sorrow of ore patients for this country and this cold winter.

They hate this country, their own country.

This heavy mental shock didn't shake Sang's will in the slightest.

He just thought in his mind.

Since Zorig is able to use the power of Originium skills, there is no reason for Warnier not to use such deep resentment and material on his head.

He has plundered part of the power of death from the Temple of the Undead. If he really still has that power, what he will face next is not only the familiar Kasas army, but also all the dead in this eternal winter. The grief of the infected.

Coming to a seemingly ordinary ruin, San took out two shovels from the space, threw one of them to Jin Lak, and said calmly.

"Dig it."

Jin Lak took the shovel and was slightly taken aback.

"Your words...should be fine?"

"It takes too much mana to directly raze the entire ruins. Now I need to carefully calculate the energy."

What will be fought next is yet another war to slaughter the country.

He is alone.

Jin Lak picked up the miner's shovel with a complicated expression, and looked at the mine veins in front of him that had killed countless infected people. He couldn't help but sigh how subtle the trick of fate is.

In the flying snow, two figures silently waved the shovels in their hands.

And an hour later, along with the collapsed snowdrift, a bottomless dark pothole appeared in front of the two of them.

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At this time, even though he had already made up his mind, Jinrak still couldn't help feeling the tension that shook his heart.

"call--"

Sang reached out and handed him a lamp.

"This is?"

He widened his eyes in surprise, because in that lamp, the embers of fire given to Sang before were emitting bright light and heat.

"Take it."

Jin Lak reached out and took it.

"I added a breath of blessing to it. With the power of getting angry, ordinary undead and skeletons will be afraid to approach you."

Looking at Sang, even if he was as proud as Jin Lak, he couldn't help showing a moved expression.

"thanks……"

"If you're going to die, smash this. I kept the flame at the critical point of the explosion. The power should be able to blow up a large area. The hero's embers can burn and spread even on water and rocks. You are dying You can at least make a contribution.”

Jin Lak suddenly stopped in Bengbu.

Only then did he realize that Sang's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, similar to the expression they used to think about how to squeeze the value of the infected.

"But the power of fire, you don't need..."

"Such a small embers can't increase my strength, at most it can only restore my injuries and status. It doesn't mean anything to me. It's not that difficult for me to kill him."

Jin Lak nodded, and then he took out an earphone-sized military communicator from his pocket, put one on his ear, and handed the other to San.

"This communicator can transmit the surrounding sounds to connect with each other. In case of any accident in the middle, I will notify you before I die."

Sang was silent for a while, then nodded.

He took out a piece of white bone, and the miraculous light flickered, soaking in like a sponge absorbing water, and also recorded the coordinates of this space.

After the production was completed, Sang lifted him up.

"gone."

"Ah-ah!"

With a light leap, the two disappeared into the dark void.

And at this moment, on the throne, the faint blue flames in Warnier's pupils lit up.

"come yet."

The secret agent's magic covered the feet, San and Jinrak fell soundlessly to the ground, and the embers of the lantern suddenly illuminated the surrounding dark space.

Before Jin Lak could complain, a huge skeleton made of black mist slowly formed in front of them, making Jin Lak take a defensive posture, but Sang stopped him before he could do it.

"It's just an illusion."

It is in this field that Warnier's will manifests.

Sang raised his head and met the eyes of the Overlord.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

Only the heavy and profound desire to destroy blends.

His first words.

"Only two people?"

Second sentence.

"Wait, your face—"

third sentence.

"It's you, it's you, there is no more ridiculous fate than this."

Bawang's voice contained rare and complex emotions, which contained both a certain power of anger and unspeakable relief.

"Then let's fight, just like when you tore open the abyss and swore at me, come and try to tear apart every inch of my body and soul."

"And I am also looking forward to the moment when I kill you."

Without further ado, the skeletons formed by the black mist dissipated, leaving only the two carrying the lamps in the darkness.

Jin Lak looked at San, the cold expression didn't seem to change, only his lips moved slightly.

He opened his mouth.

"—indeed, there is no more ridiculous fate."

Chapter 84: The Power of Kasas

Carrying the lamp and walking forward in the darkness, Sang's pupils were burning with flames, piercing through all the surrounding arrangements.

Under Warnier's arrangement, the underground cemetery has changed from what I remember, but it is still basically the same as the original specification.

Walking on the bridge leading to the interior, as Jinrak raised the lantern in his hand high, amazing arrangements and cold killing intent poured out like mountains and seas.

The first thing that appeared was three vicious dogs made of skeletons. The three-dog massacre god formation had made him suffer a lot when he was young, but it was no longer harmful.

But if you take a closer look, there are still a lot of origin stone crystals growing on the bodies of these skeleton dogs.

"Be careful yourself."

Sang said calmly.

Before Jin Lak could react, with a scream, the three figures jumped up high, biting down on the enemy's body with their blood-stained fangs.

But before that, the trajectory of the action was predicted by Sanqian. He avoided it lightly, then jumped up and kicked in the air, kicking one of them off the bridge directly, and then a sword blade hit him Appeared in the hand, and waved it like a baseball, knocking another vicious dog into the air.

And after the last stable posture, he was about to attack again, but before that, he was firmly held in place by the rope formed by the flowing sand, and then his head was smashed to pieces by the axe.

Looking at the wreckage, Jin Lak raised his ax and couldn't help but say.

"Obviously there is no muscle, only a skeleton left, why do you still have such strength and mobility?"

This unscientific.

San calmly continued to look forward.

"It's death."

Waves of ups and downs rose again, from the darkness, a figure holding a machete approached step by step like a ghost, with faint white pupils staring at the enemy in front of him.