The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

.........

...hiss.

But at this time.

In the darkness, a golden flame lit up.

The black flame of humanity was still burning, but at some point, the color of the fire changed, slowly changing from black to brilliant red gold, and quickly became stronger until it swallowed up all the darkness.

"what!!!"

The faint blue light in the pupil shrank suddenly.

In a sea of ​​flames, that figure stood up slowly, covered with spark-like brilliance, the cruel wound miraculously began to heal under the power of the flames, and the energy of the demon was suppressed by the fire and continued to burn until nothingness.

And the aura on his body also returned to its full glory with each passing minute.

"This is... embers! You actually have embers! No, where did this flame come from? I obviously didn't feel any fire from you."

If he found out in advance, even if he temporarily gave up the demon, he would directly kill it.

"Warnier..."

At this time, Sang, who had always been silent and contemptuous towards him, rarely spoke to him.

His eyes also contained complicated emotions in the depths.

"Those who have already perished will not have a second chance. Casas has been destroyed, and there are still paranoid undead, only you."

"Open your eyes wide and see what is the reason for your failure."

It was only then that Warnier discovered that in the sea of ​​flames where Sang got up to bathe, there was a very thin trace of blood burning with flames, which was connected to Sang like a wire.

Long, long, blood-fueled flames divided the entire catacomb.

Where did that blood come from? !

He couldn't help but see that everything in the Casas cemetery was under his control. He traced the blood and quickly found the source of the blood.

Just like at the beginning, the head formed by soul energy condensed in the darkness.

"you--"

At the entrance of the catacombs, the Ursus who followed San into the place, who was so small that he didn't regard him as an enemy at all, looked at him with calm eyes.

Overlord was dumbfounded for a moment.

The man was bathed in the fire, half of his body smelled of charred under the burning of the flames, and the other side of his body was covered by growing origin stone crystals, and the internal diseases caused the corners of his mouth to overflow and spread in a directional way of blood.

Countless kinds of pain competed for his death, but the expression of the dying man was unusually calm, holding a boneless corpse in his hand, even in the face of his majesty and oppression, the will in his eyes remained firm.

And reveal it, reveal the emotion that I am very familiar with, the deep anger that burns my body and mind like a flame, and the power generated by the anger of losing love.

Just like when I saw my mother being burned to death when I was a child, and when Sang tore open the abyss and pointed at him, that anger tempered all will and thoughts.

When he spoke, deep irony appeared in his dying eyes, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of a king.

"General, Your Majesty the Overlord."

Chapter 89: The so-called life

Kinlak, who fell from a high place, was kicked and hit the ground hard, but the pain didn't come from anywhere in his body. The spy's magic made him fall to the ground as lightly as a cat. superior.

Jin Lak also calmed down quickly, and raised the torch to illuminate the surrounding darkness.

It was dark and damp in front of him. Looking around, there were a few specially dug holes, leading to an unknown space.

The communicator that was given to Sang before could not hear any sound at this moment. Warnier's country blocked the space and dimension, and the signal was no exception. No matter whether it was complaining or asking for help, it could not be realized.

After all, you still have to be alone.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the military ax and torch, and walked towards the far right hole.

Five minutes later, he immediately ran out with a livid face.

There is a mine vein where Warnier breeds Originium worms. Large pieces of eggs are piled up in the gnawed ore veins, and the sound of worms wriggling can be heard from up and down from time to time. As long as you take a look at that scene, the timid people It is estimated that there will be a lifetime of psychological shadow.

With a livid face, he covered his lungs, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, quickly took out painkillers and swallowed two pills, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and immediately walked towards the next hole, praying that he could be in the next hole. Find a familiar figure.

Stumbling into the darkness, he picked up the torch, and the dazzling light illuminated the surrounding scene. The thick blood reverberated in the diseased lungs, and every breath made him want to vomit. There were old and rotten clothes everywhere on the ground. It was left by people many years ago. The dust formed by the explosion of Originium is everywhere on the wall, and there are not a few infected people who died here.

He continued to walk forward, and saw the cloth and fur hats often worn by the residents of the northern border of Ursus. In this ice and snow, villages often lost their lives due to natural and man-made disasters. Presumably, there were also Kaka in the dozens of villages that have been destroyed in recent years. Sass' handwriting.

Then he continued to move forward, and actually saw the costumes of Ursus nobles. In recent years, there seemed to be frequent news of minor nobles encountering accidents when traveling in the wild.

But these are not what he cares about, what he cares about is only the person he cares about.

And when he passed all the way, the blood-stained quagmire on the ground suddenly began to shake, and the scattered bones began to combine together like magnets attracted by magnetic force.

Making strange noises and movements, the white-eyed skeleton ran towards him with its arms wide open, even the light of the fire lamp could not frighten it away, and it was about to stab his throat with its hands stretched out.

Feeling the same treatment as the hero of the horror movie, and being in this environment, Jin Lak immediately launched an attack with a roar.

"Ursas swears xxxxx!"

The spell was formed at the fingertips, and the purple energy turned into light and penetrated the white skull in an instant, but it was not fatal to the undead. It was not until the legs and torso were smashed with the spell that the bone was finally unable to move. .

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the ground. The bones all over the ground made his heart chill, but he felt a strange sadness.

"No matter how it was in life, it's just a pile of bones after death."

He continued to walk forward, and saw countless haunted house-like nightmare scenes, dead bodies hanging high and various strange scenes, and the breath of death was everywhere.

This is where Kasas' conjurers conduct research and human experiments. The means of war are changing with each passing day. If you want to be invincible, you must obtain more power and means of killing people.

Fortunately, all the combat power had been pulled onto the battlefield by Warnier, and although he knew that there were two people coming in, Warnier didn't take the weak native at all.

That's why Jin Lak can come here without incident.

And on a blood-stained bone table, several stacks of worn-out books and spell books were placed there. Jinrak stepped forward and flipped through them casually. Most of them were incomprehensible and obscure research materials written in unknown languages, but Only the thin note at the bottom is a diary written in a slightly unfamiliar Ursat language.

As the saying goes, no decent person keeps a diary.

Jinrak frowned all of a sudden, and he mustered up the courage to open the page, praying that he would not see cruel content about his wife on the last page.

Ordinary skeleton undead will not have consciousness and thoughts, but there are a few exceptions. For example, before realizing their ideals, Vornier will naturally not let conjurers who can research and create more efficient killings become undead souls with only will .

The owner of the diary is named Delson, who was the chief conjurer of the Kasas Empire in the past, and made an indelible contribution to Kasas's victories in all battles.

The writing method of the diary is very casual and unfamiliar, because I don’t know the external situation, neither the weather nor the time is recorded, and the interval between each page is also unknown.

The first page.

[Finally, I learned their language from the mouths of the Ursas who were tortured and studied, which is also more convenient to communicate and understand the world, but the sound from the throat without flesh and blood is very strange, which makes me feel very strange]

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The second page.

[Today, the soldiers were lucky enough to capture the nobleman from the outside, and I learned about this country called Ursus from his mouth.They believe in the emperor and are invincible in foreign aggression. Except for the name, even the system is very similar to our Casas. Perhaps it is for this reason that Casas came to this country]

page three.

[No matter how much research is done, the power of Kasas still cannot return to the past, because no babies are born, so there will be no new fighters, and the undead have no ability to learn. This is fatal. We are no longer suitable for head-to-head combat , but must continue guerrilla erosion and accumulate the advantage of death]

Fourth page.

[His Majesty the Overlord hopes that we can develop a smoke of death similar to that monster of the Falan Undead Squad that sweeps all life, but it cannot be done, that is not a realm that can be reached by pure spells, and I died after tasting such pain. It can be confirmed that the only thing we can do research is to add as much origin stone crystal powder as possible to the poisonous fog]

Page [-].

[It has been more than 40 years since I came to this world. After a period of accumulation, Casas will be able to sweep everything again... But, I don’t understand. What's the point?Why do we keep fighting?Why continue to kill?Your Majesty the Overlord...]

Page Six.

[We no longer have any differences, and we will not perceive any emotion and warmth, we will not be enthusiastic for the revival of the country, nor will we be excited for killing, we will no longer love or hate, we just follow the overlord will... Overlord, have you never put Casas in your heart from the very beginning?Our country and our battles are your instruments of death, and we too die when the instruments are not needed.In your eyes, are all people equal?]

The seventh and last page.

【Dear Overlord, please forgive my foolish thoughts.I will still fight for you and your ideals, but I think... including me, most people in Casas want to continue living even if they are struggling.I'm sorry, our stupidity can't understand your nobility, and we can't understand why death makes you persistent]

[Please forgive me for being stupid, I didn’t understand until now, you are not the overlord of Kasas, but our new god]

After closing the diary, Jinrak let out a breath of relief despite being disappointed.

There is no content about Sophia...

But according to the above description, it seems that there is a perishing country that wants to resurrect, bringing war and death to the whole land.

Sang is to stop these...

Touching the white bone in his arms, still clinging to the broken hope, he continued to search for that figure.

And when he walked around and disturbed the death, countless skeleton remains would condense again, but the fire lamp with the light of blessing in his hand would make them stay away and dare not attack, so they could walk out.

But not all skeletons are the same.

Accompanied by the fast running and the creepy sound, the white-eyed skeleton opened his arms and ran towards him again, not flinching from the holy light at all, which also reminded him of what San told him before.

Such a skeleton must be destroyed twice.

Use the spell again, but this time, it has an unexpected effect.

Although the ore patient can use the origin stone memory without the operation unit, and can even enhance the effect and power, but excessive use will intensify the fusion of the origin stone and body cells, that is, overdraw the body and shorten their lifespan.

Painkillers, on the other hand, are only good for pain relief.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, followed by a violent continuous cough, so severe that his body curled up uncontrollably like a shrimp, and his expression was twisted into a ball due to the pain.

Just at this time!Oops!The attack must be made quickly.

Raising his head, the skeleton had rushed to the dangerous area where it could attack.

Resisting the condensed spell, but the speed is still slower than expected, and the strong unwillingness stimulates the desire to survive.

Looking at the bone claws that were less than half a meter away from his neck at this moment, he condensed his spell at the last moment and crushed the hollow and cold skull.

But those hands still held his neck.

This is the end of it.

It was like the exhaustion after the thrill of a roller coaster ride was pressed into his heart, he opened his eyes wide, and accepted the fact helplessly as if he had received retribution.

He was about to smash the torch in his hand.

However, those hands passed through his neck, and the headless cold skeleton also leaned over coldly, without any warmth.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he was being hugged right now.

He opened his mouth wide, blood was still overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and there was a disgusting and uncomfortable feeling in his mouth, but he still couldn't help spitting out words.

"Sue... Feya?"

The brain is not thinking about anything, but the voice trembles involuntarily.

And the moment he spoke, the soul that had supported so far could no longer continue to support, the cold embrace slowly loosened, and the headless skeleton fell to the ground without a breath.

Chapter 90: Life is like a flower

"From now on, you are no longer from the Ivan family. We nobles don't need the stain of the heirs of the infected."

Even though they are connected by the closest blood, the man's voice is colder than the harsh winter in Beiyuan.

The anger from the bottom of my heart, the feelings of despair break my nerves, triggering complex emotions that have been suppressed since birth.

"What a joke! If it weren't for you, I would never have come to this point. If someone like you wasn't my father, how could I become what I am now! It was you who took away my dreams and My life has pushed me to this point, do you still want to give up on me now?"

The answering voice was calm and indifferent.

Not the slightest bit of emotion.

"Well, you are an unnecessary son. Whether it is family business or politics, your elder brothers have already allocated them. There is no place for you in this family. Moreover, I heard about the stupid things you did in the team. It’s entirely your own fault that you’ve gotten to where you are now.”

"I'll give you a sum of money, and then you can go away yourself, but don't call yourself someone from the Ivan family, nobles don't need lowly infected people."

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"Stupid woman, why don't you run away? You don't really want to take care of me, an infected person, do you?"

"Well, because I like the young master."