The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Jin Lak suddenly shuddered, and felt the terrifying aura from the skeleton like an elite in a hundred battles.

Sang put down the sword and reached out to grab the heavy dragon hunting ax tightly in his hand.

"What are you waiting for, come on."

At the same time, the light figure disappeared into the air, leaving high-speed footsteps on the ground, which is the unique effect of Casas' breast ring.

It was by relying on such erratic and elusive steps like sand that the swordsmen of Kasas could play with the enemies in the applause.

But ah-

Sang calmly observed the intention of dodging and going around behind to sneak attack at the moment when they faced each other, and swung the dragon hunting ax in his hand like lightning, smashing his body together with the scimitar in the most tricky period.

Killed too many.

Broken bones flew everywhere, but San didn't put away his weapon.

Because on that broken bone, pale energy is constantly condensing.

"The dead with sufficient souls in their bodies have the power to re-condense their bodies."

Generally, the clergy use the light of the gods to expel death and make it rest in peace.

"Of course, as long as you can notice it, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The moment before Kasas swordsman condensed his body again, the huge weapon in Sang's hand slammed down again, causing him to completely lose his breath.

Absorbing the remaining soul into the body, San put away the ax and spoke calmly.

"Go on, there is no breath of the living here."

"oh oh!"

Jin Lak quickly followed. He looked at the characteristic buildings and the ancient marks on the blade, and felt the thick history of an ancient country from the horror and darkness.

But which empire?Gaul?And why are there catacombs in Ursus?

He didn't understand too much, but he quickly forgot about it, and now he just wanted to quickly find his captured wife and children.

According to the miracle of bloodline tracing, they are still further down.

As for these revived enemies, Jin Lak also expressed his doubts.

"Are these dead people still conscious?"

If what is lost is only the flesh and blood, but the memory and soul still exist, then the so-called death may just be another manifestation of the change of life.

"Death and life are relative, and the boundaries are clear only when they are separated."

"The soul is the essence of life. Generally speaking, all records including brain memory also exist on the basis of the soul, but the dead souls have but do not think about memory. What drives them is only will, not consciousness. .”

Sang thought for a moment, and made the most appropriate analogy.

"It's just a dragonfly with a decapitated head, acting only with the strongest will in its life."

Swinging the right hand that contained the holy light of blessing, countless crawling skeletons were purified and disappeared in an instant. The priests' research on death and the undead has lasted for nearly ten thousand years.

Jin Lak looked at the corpses scattered all over the place with a complicated expression. There were mixed with the deaths of infected people and the deaths of ordinary civilians. No matter what race or country they came from, they were all equal in the face of death.

As a former nobleman and soldier, he suddenly had the idea of ​​blasphemy.

Even His Royal Highness, before death, was just a cold corpse, no different from any humble infected person.

Born on this land, everyone is working hard to climb up, hoping to get along with nobler people on an equal footing, and hoping that those who are lower than themselves will never be able to climb up. The countless stories and tragedies triggered, in the end, there is no difference.

...what a sarcasm.

Having experienced the ups and downs of life, he has a deep understanding of this.

The equality that all people desire can be realized by death.

The inequality that all people do not want will be reduced by death.

Death is the end of all life.

Thinking about his sad ups and downs in the past, worrying about his wife who is still alive, and preparing for the coming death in the near future, in a strange dizziness, he suddenly couldn't estimate the value of life.

Involuntary phantasms of sweet longing for death.

He covered his head and shook his head, sending meaningless thoughts deep into his brain.

Now, there are more important things to think about.

After entering the depths and dealing with a few casus swordsmen who came over by surprise, a long downward staircase appeared in front of them, but when Jinrak was about to go down, he was caught by Sang. Ripped back.

"Look."

Jinrak's eyes widened immediately, because in front of them, howls came faster than the vibrations, countless pairs of painfully glowing eyes stared at them, and the outstretched small palms continued to exert force, accelerating the rolling forward.

what is that!

He couldn't help but shudder at what his eyes saw.

It was a ball made up of skeletons, like a swarm of ants surrounded by fire. Those undead were forcibly bound together by the dark technique of the Kasas conjurer, and used them as an indestructible weapon to kill enemies everywhere.

The countless distorted faces, the white eyes, and the sound of countless bones colliding and creaking, it is not an exaggeration to appear in the top horror movies in Colombia.

"Don't panic. Although the skull ball can rampage and cause huge toughness, its trajectory can only be forward or backward. Besides, it's only this size, so it's not too much trouble."

When Casas was in its heyday, all conjurers and magicians cast dark spells together, turning the corpses of an entire city into such balls, crushing the encirclement and suppression of nearby countries with overwhelming violence.

He pulled out the sword, and the light of blessing continued to extend on the sword. The holy light slash that Lorian often used flashed like a crescent moon, cutting the sphere in half in an instant.

And the next moment, a halo condensed in his hand and flew out like a dart, cutting the conjurer who couldn't avoid it in the future directly in half.

"Okay, let's go on."

Stepping down the stairs, he looked at the bottomless darkness below, and didn't feel the aura of chaos from it.

It seems that only Kasas's catacombs were transferred to this world after all.

I don't know if he sighed in disappointment, looked at the deeper darkness below, and continued to move forward in silence.

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Chapter 85: Facing the Overlord

Seeing Jin Lak who was taking out a small notebook and taking notes while walking, Sang turned his head and cast a glance.

"map?"

"Well, that's right. After finding that stupid woman, I have to take her and escape quickly. I can't get lost when I look back."

Seeing his straight lines and skillful planning, Sang praised him for the first time.

"Good spatial awareness."

This talent is very suitable for fighting.

Jinrak turned all the scenes he had gone through in his mind so far into a spatial structure and went through them one by one in his mind, accepting the praise casually.

"Of course, when I was in school, I was the head of the grade in mathematics and geography. Thinking about it this way, I actually wanted to be an explorer when I was young."

"Explorer?"

"The sea of ​​black trees in Bolivia, the high plains surrounded by mountains in Casimir, the underwater volcanoes in Iberia... There are countless places worth exploring on the earth, and there are too many unknown places that humans have not been able to see with their own eyes. piercing, without measuring with your own feet."

"Because my family has been very strict with my education since I was a child, of course I have the idea of ​​pursuing freedom. As I get older, my idea naturally grows into a dream."

"Then why not?"

Jin Lak sneered.

"Because the old thing wants me to join the army."

There is nothing to say, as the old hawk-like nobleman of Ursas, it is only natural that he values ​​martial arts and despises literature.

Even if he secretly sent his resume to Columbia, and even left in order to get admitted quickly, he put down his position as the chief graduate and submitted his resume to a small company called Rhein-Life, which was just established.

But he was still discovered, his resume was torn off, he was scolded and beaten face to face, and he was arranged to be thrown into the picket team to mix his seniority.

He didn't have anything to say about his mood at the time. Thinking about it now, there are many people who can't even get a job and a meal. In comparison, he can be regarded as groaning without pain.

But pain is still pain, so it is still impossible to avoid the fall of disillusioned dreams.

Angrily or desperately following the troops with the tide, venting the pain on those less fortunate than themselves, and finally getting retribution as a matter of course, and falling into this fate.

"It is said that the company called Rhine Life is developing very well now, and maybe some newcomers have submitted their resumes to fulfill my dream that I have never been able to accomplish. I am really envious...and deeply envious, and cursed before I die... Let’s just bless that person.”

His tone is very flat, but the emotion contained is very deep, and he can detect the fear and contempt for sympathy.

After knocking on the head, Jin Lak couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"Damn, what's going on, you shouldn't have said so much."

The closer death comes, the more people want to leave traces of their existence in the world, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Sighing, he spoke for the last time.

"Life has been such a twists and turns, and now I can understand that this world, this country, and even this world are rotten! After all, Ursus is just a giant beast that is about to freeze to death, except for stealing warmth from other giant beasts. and heat, which cannot conceive and burn any hope of itself."

"On the land of eternal winter, no bouquet shall bloom."

At this moment, the two of them walked to the front of a suspension bridge, and Sang's eyes instantly locked on the cave at the end. Looking down, there was no such thing as the original smoky lake, only a bottomless darkness.

He stared into the darkness for a long time.

"The tracing of the bloodline should be nearby, right?"

Having said all that needed to be said, Jinrak was ready.

Sang nodded silently, and pointed to the bottom of the suspension bridge.

Jin Lak was stunned, he looked at the deep darkness of an unknown number of meters below, he searched around but couldn't find a rope to climb, he had no choice but to bow his head and beg.

"Can you send me down?"

This time, San shook his head.

Before he asked for the second time, a blue light appeared on the sole of Jinlak's shoe. After finishing casting the spell, San looked at him.

Stuffing the bone fragment emitting white light into his arms, he spoke with his usual calm expression.

"Goodbye."

"what?"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Jinrak down directly. The echo of his last Ursus curse slowly faded, and the darkness that eroded like a tide finally touched his toes.

All the light in front of him disappeared, including the surrounding stone walls and the ground under his feet, leaving only the suspension bridge leading to the end of the road.

Warnier's majestic and soul-stirring voice came from all directions in the darkness.

【Come on, Frank's Undead Squad】

【Again, stand in front of me】

Clenching the wolf knight sword in his hand, the scarlet pupils became even more deep and vivid at this moment, like burning flames in the darkness.

He moves forward.

Not a word, only murderous.

Walking through the continuous suspension bridge and going deep into the caves of the rock, at the end of the road, the original gate leading to Iluziel disappeared, and a huge space like the royal hall in the past was opened up.

Sitting on the throne made of white bones, a majestic figure looked down at him. The huge body was nearly three meters high. The head had turned into an undead, but the body had not yet fallen into death. He was wearing the heavy armor of the knight of smoke in the past. , exuding a terrifying and ominous aura all over his body.

Just by looking at it, Sang understood deeply.

Warnier's strength is definitely more than fifteen pulls!

But this time, he didn't have the heinous abyssal aura of the past. He must have been reborn in this world in the form of a human.

Looking at him, looking at him deeply, looking at the enemy who once completely destroyed his empire and dream at the moment of its peak.

Warnier's gaze was unexpectedly calm.

Hatred and unwilling vengeance naturally exist, but for this single individual in front of him, Warnier has more complicated feelings for him.

"Before the battle, tell me your name."

"Even if we only met once during our lifetime, the impression we left on each other should be equally deep. In the deep darkness where the consciousness is swallowed by the abyss, I always want to see you again."

Sang didn't speak, didn't answer, drew his sword and walked towards him.