The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

And even though it is a church that believes in God, the members of the church are still just ordinary human beings, staying in such a shitty place with harsh conditions, many pressures and unhappiness need to be squeezed out.

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The best way to relieve stress is of course to vent your instincts, but killing people will damage the image of the Baijiao, so naturally, priests and church personnel chose to satisfy their lower bodies.

Compared with women with low status in feudal society, priests are more fond of little boys.

Of course, they will not use coercion, but through persuasion, after understanding the other party's situation, they use a glass of water or a piece of bread that they lack at home, wash it, and lie to bed, singing loudly that this is to infuse God. strength.

Warner, was one of those boys.

His father was eaten by sandworms, his mother was seriously ill in bed, and his handsome appearance also made the clergy remember this boy.

Of all the boys, Warnier was the strangest, always curled up and holding a wooden cross with his eyes shut as he did it.

It wasn't a prayer, just because it was a gift from his mother.

And such a pious behavior does not arouse the guilt of the clergy, but adds profane excitement to them, making him more popular among them, and even sharing it with friends and nobles of the country.

His childhood was as a star slave, because his mother was ill and unable to move in bed, so he could only use this method to exchange bread and water for the survival of mother and child, but even if he worked till late at night, the final fruits of his labor were still there. Most of it will be plundered by some eager greedy people.

In the face of suffering, he can only endure, and he can only endure, even if the suffering is far away.

But transformation will happen.

In order to strengthen and instill in humans the will to spread fire from the gods, the White Church regularly holds a special ceremony.

Select a few of the most devout believers, tie them up and burn them to death, imitating the ceremony of spreading fire, and claiming that this will allow the soul to reach the gods.

When Warnier was 14 years old, his mother was lucky enough to be chosen to be part of the ceremony.

She couldn't help crying with joy, grateful for Dade, completely unaware of what she was going to face.

Warnier was happy for his mother, but also a little sad because his mother was going to leave, but he didn't know what he was going to face.

The clergy who performed the ceremony secretly laughed at these uncivilized fools in their hearts.

It was very dark that day, and it was rare for the desert country to be dark. The storm swept the gravel and churned in the dark, and it fell from the sky like black rain.

A silent darkness, only the fire burning light and sound.

As the flame was ignited, the figure tied to the metal cross began to be burned by the fire. Of course, there would be no salvation, only the extreme pain caused by pure heat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Because the smoke choked his throat and nose and mouth, even the wailing was intermittent, but the mother and child were connected, and Warnier seemed to feel the pain of his mother, crying and begging the clergy to let her go.

But of course all he got was a cold smile.

With tears in his eyes, he desperately tried to stop him, but he was pushed to the ground as a matter of course.

He turned to others for help, biting his bleeding lip and widening his eyes.

Overlord will never forget that moment in his life.

He saw all the people kneeling on the ground, praying to their mother who was burned by fire, their expressions were pious, their hands clasped together, and they were so quiet that they didn't make a sound.

In the wide square, only the howling of pain in the fire continued to utter.

【I want to die】

Live your life and nothing good happens.

【kill me】

Patience, in exchange for screaming.

【I...are in pain】

God... please help me.

"...Warnier."

The burnt and blackened pupils looked at him for the last time.

Tears of blood flowed unstoppably, and he watched helplessly, watching the last blood relative turn into a lump of charred human form, feeling no redemption from that ugly death.

At this moment, unprecedented, extremely powerful anger and resentment clearly appeared in his eyes.

At that time, Londor was preaching and wanted to establish a kingdom of wandering souls belonging to the undead, and Lilianne, the leader and storyteller, happened to pass by here.

Looking at the profound pain, she, who has top-level human appreciation, felt joy instantly.

In the silent square where everyone dispersed, an invitation was sent to the boy who was holding his mother's dead body in a daze.

She didn't express the idea of ​​blasphemy in the first place. With superb words, she boiled the frog in warm water to shake the naive daze, and extended an invitation to him.

Invite him to leave this country for a while, and follow Londal's team to take a look outside, to see the people outside, and also to take a look...the so-called god.

From that moment on, Londauer's plan was implemented.

Although it was arbitrarily asserted, Lilianne saw the true qualifications of the king from him, and she looked forward to it happily.

Looking forward to the future when he can resist the gods and become the king of wandering souls belonging to human beings.

So just like that, Warnier joined Londauer's team and began to learn the miracle of swordsmanship and the magic of the black flame of human nature. The aptitude to be a king also means the talent as a warrior. be strong enough.

During the years of wandering with Londor's team, he was ridiculed because he followed a group of undead, but he didn't care about these, he just looked at the different countries.

Like Casas, those countries also have people who live in high positions and have no worries about food and clothing, and some people who worry about food, clothing and tomorrow, and finally die in a dark corner with no name. But the difference is not obvious.

When he arrived at the Rhodeland Continent where Lothric and Anor Londe were located, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the sight in his eyes impacted his concept of life.

At that time, Rudolf had just been burned, and the initial fire was still stable, and so was the world. With the battle and power of the flying dragons and knights, the living standards of the Lothric people who had received dividends were exceptionally nourished.

Compared with other countries on the other side, they seem to be living in heaven.

Even if you walk around the city for half an hour, you can't see the dead body. The streets and alleys are full of lively people's laughter, exuding the fragrance and warm smell of wheat.

How could the difference be so huge?

Under the leadership of the king and queen who are gods, this country is so beautiful, he couldn't help but feel confused.

Then why didn't the gods choose to descend on the heads of these people who were still dying in suffering.

He began to wonder.

When the time was right, Lilianne also told him Londor's ideas and the truth of the world.

Expose the lies of Chuanhuo and the hypocritical mask of the gods, and tell him that all the prosperity he has seen before his eyes are all based on human sacrifices.

The countless human nations that died only to spread fire, the so-called salary kings who were forced to absorb their souls and sent them to be burned as firewood, in the face of Londauer's ideas and the solid reality, Vornier's fantasy was finally completely shattered , and turned into a rage that avenges all the pain hitherto.

It was hard for Lilianne to forget the look in his eyes at that time, the real anger, the powerful power that burned the body and mind and drove the body.

Warner finally awakens!

"Isn't everyone in this world dying? Why is it that only the gods are superior! In this case, I swear that from now on, only I will make others die, and no one else can make me die! Even if it is God, You can't make me surrender anymore!"

Thus was born the King of Wandering Souls who rebelled against the gods—this is how the script should have been.

That's what he said that day.

At that time, his facial features and expression were as cold as a statue, but his tone was extraordinarily serious and solemn. The anger deep in his eyes could not be appeased even by light, nor could it be blocked by darkness.

"I don't agree with you. Although there are gods behind the suffering of people, the system of spreading fire is ultimately continuing the foundation of the world. In the final analysis, it is the darkness of the world, and it is the world that does not allow the current human beings to live. "

"The lingering life in the corner of the eye is truly ugly, but in the dark world, human beings who have returned to wandering souls still cannot obtain the happiness they want, and conflicts will continue to arise."

"Because of status, because of power, because everything as life is different, contradictions will be born, and suffering will extend into a dark world. The greatest sin of the gods is not the deceit and domination of human beings for thousands of years, but Distinguishes the original whole concept of man from class."

"Now that I understand it, I can't bear it. I won't let this tragedy continue for thousands of years to come."

"The predecessors are great, the first dead, the one who gave the concept of death was so gentle, and named us the right direction at the very beginning-death is the only end of all life."

Listening to his words, Lilianne, who was holding the black knife, frowned, looking at the tall man who was now half her body.

The urge to kill him at this moment appeared in her heart.

Warnier deviates, which is troubling.

But that's why human beings are so interesting. Even if she has a piercing vision like her, she didn't expect that even though she was hurt and suffered a lot since she was a child, there would still be a part of Warnier's heart that is as noble as a saint.

And the saints who are paranoid and bewildered are often worse in nature than the most despicable villains.

But she didn't do anything after all, not because of feeling soft-hearted.

It was because it was really interesting, which made her want to see the ending of this man, and sincerely hoped to be able to correspond to the failure of her guess.

Warnier returned to Casas, relying on the support of Londor and the strength he developed, he used his natural talent and leadership to assemble the army, rebelled and killed the king a few years later, and directly slaughtered all the nobles.

And the priest who had violated him in the past was also burned alive by him in the same sacred ceremony that he used to burn his mother, in front of everyone.

But this time, he didn't allow anyone to pray.

Relying on the experience of traveling in various countries, he created a strange army that is completely different from the Iron Knights of other countries. He holds a scimitar that has a bleeding effect, can bypass shields and is light and suitable for killing, and enhances agility and mobility.The conjurers practiced and developed unique and sinister despicable spells, how to target knights.

Then he encouraged the whole country to give speeches to the war, allowing himself to replace the gods as human beliefs, and violated the restrictions and beliefs of the Baijiao to recruit powerful undead people, turning the entire country into a dangerous weapon of war in a short period of time.

Then there is war.

He was born to fight and won every battle.

Relying on unexpected tactics and never-before-seen arms, the enemy was caught off guard and retreated steadily, and finally slaughtered mercilessly until the country was destroyed.

And when the people were red-eyed because of the sweetness of the war dividends, they might not have thought that their king crushed the hypocritical crown in his hands and ruthlessly planned the death of everyone on this land.

But in the real war career, Warnier also felt the limitations. Facing the offensive of the coalition forces under pressure from the surrounding countries, he, who has always been invincible, also felt strenuous.

How can this work?If he couldn't even defeat such a lingering enemy, how could he defeat the gods and undo the shackles trapped around the necks of human beings.

He needs more power!

The power of the gods is so powerful that almost nothing in the world can match them, but the deep darkness can make them feel afraid.

That is the abyss.

He broke the taboo without hesitation and stared at the abyss, but he didn't know that this also caused the abyss to stare at him.

Relying on this power, he finally destroyed the four ancient countries and destroyed the hypocritical crown of gods ruling mankind one by one.

Thus the Overlord was born.

Then, while he digested the dividends brought by the war and continued to develop, he continued to bring death to everyone with cruel atrocities and real pain. In the process of continuing to study the abyss, his mental state also began to be affected by the abyss.

Except for the desire to be the last to die after bringing everyone an equal death, he has become indifferent to the price and any means of the process. The anger in his eyes is slowly eroded by the darkness, leaving more and more An increasingly hollow will.

But in the end, the newspaper industry was destined to arrive.

A group of freaks with pointed hats dancing hip-hop came to Casas, and the great sword of Death Calamity and Wolf Dance smashed all his pride and ideals to pieces.

Violence will eventually meet greater violence, and Casas will destroy the country.

What happened after that is known to the world.

Storytelling also came to an end.

Lilianne picked up the gravel on the ground and loosened her fingers to watch it slowly leaking light, and said with a little regret.

"I thought that in his final state, he would feel fear when he touched the real darkness again, lose all his own legitimacy and ideals, and his anger would be completely extinguished. For him, such a reversal is a tragic reminder The ending is the funniest."

"Unfortunately, he still sticks to the bottom line."

Sang listened silently, and there was only the last arrow left in the barrel.

And at this moment, Lilianne said abruptly.

"By the way, it's because I saw anger similar to his in your eyes that I call you the king, the last French undead team, Mr. Sang of the dead disaster."

The arrow tore through the space in an instant, and the huge blasting sound resounded through the sky several kilometers away. The aftermath of the impact swept the entire surrounding forest, and in the distance, a mountain top had completely disappeared.

The man turned his head dangerously.

"Similar...you say it again?"

After his unremitting efforts, he was finally disgusted.

Lilianne laughed immediately, and lit the fire again.

"Ah la la, my dear king, you have to understand that although we all hope that our enemies are wicked and ungrateful people, the reality is objective after all, similar things are similar no matter what, you Such a man is not so narrow-minded that he doesn't even want to admit the reality."

"After listening to my eloquent storytelling, have you not changed your opinion of him at all?"

"No."

"It's just that the tyrant who touches the abyss becomes a bewildered man who touches the abyss."

"Haha, it seems that you really hate him, it really is because of that giant..."