The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"...What? I don't know what to say!"

He doesn't understand.

"Because back then, when I fell into the river and almost drowned, it was you who saved me, young master. Because of this, you wet the dress that was supposed to attend the banquet, and you were scolded by the master and wife. What happened at that time, Do you remember?"

"Is this just for this reason?"

"The opportunity of love doesn't need to be complicated. Over the past few years, I have been watching you and witnessed your struggle and pain. I understand that even though you are arrogant and snarky, you have done a lot of bad things after you fell. , hurt many people, and was hurt in the end. But from the beginning, you were just an ordinary person who didn't want to hurt others, and didn't want to be hurt by others."

"So I am willing to love you."

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"What are you doing?"

"I'm praying."

Sophia is an Iberian with a habit of faith and prayer.

Hundreds of years ago, Pope Sullivan brought the belief of the Father of Light and took root in Terra through various means. For the convenience of ruling, he brought Shackles of faith.

But Ursus is different. The wise rule of the first emperor was impressive, and the royal power has a status higher than the divine power.

This led to Jin Lak not understanding his wife's daily prayers.

"God or something, does it really exist? If that father of light is really useful, I hope he can give me tomorrow's bread."

"The meaning of prayer is not only to pray for the protection of the gods. We can look at ourselves through the act of prayer, so that our hearts will not be lost in the darkness and the dust of the world. As long as we believe in the light, hope will exist. As long as we have hope, no matter how bad life is, the world will never be lost. And it won't be pitch black."

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"Hoo hoo... ha ha ha... hoo hoo...."

"It's a nightmare again."

"Ah, um."

I dreamed of the infected dying at his hands, howling and tearing at his heart.

Repeated over and over in his ears with a hot and vicious curse like lava.

"I...I can't be with you, I will kill me, my karma will burn you."

"Are you scared?"

Her usually proud voice was full of cowardice.

After a long silence, he answered.

"...I'm scared."

The palms are held tightly.

"I'm not afraid."

She said with a smile.

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"Stupid woman, why do you want to plant flowers in this endless winter? It's miserable and meaningless, very fragile."

"I think...one can't be too afraid of winter all the time."

"Flowers can bloom in desperation, which is the victory of hope over despair. People can lose everything, but if they lose hope, they will not be able to persist with life."

"Hmph, I haven't read many books, but I can tell you some great truths... I'll help you."

"Master?"

"Hmm, don't look at me like that, I'm not hard-hearted, and I will change."

Because of you, I also like flowers.

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"I'm sure you're pregnant... don't you regret it?"

On the bed late at night, thinking about the conclusions obtained from the inspection, Jin Lak's expression was complicated.

The offspring of people infected with ore disease, so it is not absolute, but the chance of infection will be very high.

Facing the inheritance of his own life, his mood is so complicated that it is difficult to describe it.

Should one really let one's own child be born into this world with little hope?

The soft palm was gently stretched, and the temperature was transmitted, with the smell of life.

"no problem."

"Don't worry, young master, we are all fine."

"When this severe winter is over, let's leave here and go to a warmer place. A place that is not so cold and can bloom in winter."

Jinrak took her hand firmly.

"I swear I'll do it."

"Well, I believe you."

He opened his eyes.

Hold the white hand bone.

Hard, cold, dead.

The cold skeleton was held in his arms, as if it had no weight.

From the shock at the beginning, to the momentary grief and indignation, to the flash of despair and pain, and other complex emotions settled down, he closed his eyes, and let out a gentle sneer that he had expected in the darkness.

"...Found you, stupid woman."

The returned bone fragments were crushed forcefully, leading them out of this dark space and back to the exit.

The opened hole was still not covered by snow, and when he raised his head, he could still see the clear sky of Ursus where the snowflakes fell.

The sky in Beiyuan is clear and endless, and it is more beautiful than any scenery I have seen before.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, and the coldness of the entire severe winter in Beiyuan was sucked into his lungs, but in his eyes, there was an irresolvable quiet anger burning.

"In my life, I have accomplished nothing, just like a pile of mud."

"Work hard, but empty out your ideals and fail to achieve anything."

"Military career, willing to degenerate, harming others and oneself."

"In the end, I couldn't even be a good husband. I clearly expected it, but I still failed to protect you. This is my karma. All I can bring you is the harsh winter of suffering. I expected it, but I didn't dare to protect you." Thinking—it’s not a disaster for the family, it’s just empty talk of ideals.”

He hugged the skeleton in his arms tightly, and tears flowed down slowly, freezing in this northern plain.

"But I'm still very grateful that I, who was born as cruel as a severe winter, can meet you who are as gentle as a flower."

"It's just this kind of happiness. Being born in this world is meaningful to me."

At this moment, the battle between San and Warnier came to an end, and the signal of the communicator was restored.

The situation of the battle, San's disadvantages, Warnier's philosophy and all the words clearly appeared in his mind.

The torch in his hand still exuded the warmth of dispelling the ice and snow, just like a premonition, a crazy act appeared in his mind, and made him carry it out without hesitation in the next moment.

"Overlord...Let me take revenge."

Taking the army axe, he cut off his own wrist.

As a matter of course, the unstoppable blood gushed out and was thrown on the ground to form a red stream.

Giving up on resisting the erosion of the ore disease, he activated his Originium skill, allowing the blood to trace back to where Sang was.

It was undoubtedly a long journey. In the underground cemetery full of death and danger, with a complex and dark structure, a small and narrow bloodstain moved continuously sensitively, like a snake familiar with the entire space.

Controlling the flow of such a long distance, as a spell, this is absolutely beyond the standard. The crystals of the origin stone continue to grow from the arms, and the whole body continues to irreversibly go to death in the direction of the origin stone. When it erodes the lungs, the original The illness also broke out, and in the constant coughing, black blood dripped on the white bones in his arms.

At the end, he spoke to the other person.

"Thank you, even if it's still the result in the end, I'm still very grateful to you."

"Obviously I don't know each other, but you have saved me many times and helped me a lot. Thank you. You are my hero. In the end, I would like to express my sincere respect and gratitude to you, as well as the fact that this body that burns on fire s return."

"Take it, this is my last flame."

In the next moment, he crushed the embers of fire in his hands, and the power of the flames burned the remaining half of his body and blood, traced the traces of blood that burned thousands of miles apart in the entire underground cemetery, through the cracks in the rocks and the blood of death. Bones, the division of flames lit up in the darkness.

The so-called enlightenment is to open up a path to light in the dark wilderness.

It has been so since time immemorial.

Chapter 91: Multiple Choice Questions

The snowy night is a combination of black and white. The snow all over the sky reflects the light of two bright moons, making everything in the world as beautiful as a paradise.

But under the extremely beautiful appearance, death, which is diametrically opposed to it, is constantly advancing.

Numerous skeletons holding guns and swords and shining blue eyes are advancing all over Ursus. The army of death is attacking the weak positions of Ursas in the dark, trying to push everything in the world to death. equality.

There is a miserable town in the same snowfield.

"It's... a monster! The emperor is on top!! The emperor is on top!!!"

There are cities in warmer regions to the south.

The immortal army chasers climbed up the mobile city, and the defense measures of the organization were breached layer by layer before it was too late. Ordinary weapons were almost useless against these sensitive skeletons.

Coming from a university, a Junying teacher with a dignified demeanor and an exquisite appearance frowned as he watched the scene.

"what are these……"

As a body of the undead black snake of Ursus, her memory should have understood all the disasters in the world, but she could not recognize this disaster called death.

Her spirit tried to understand the temperatureless flame in the eyes of the undead, but she felt the unshakable terrifying will through the connection.

"Giving all life in the world an equality called death...what an absurd theory."

Even manor territories ruled by nobles.

"Father! These monsters are about to break through! What should we do next?"

"Let the servants stay behind and let us escape first."

"What? Father, we're leaving them..."

"Otherwise, remember, we have the noble blood of the Ivan family flowing in our bodies, those lowly people should sacrifice for us, let's go quickly, don't be so cowardly and stupid as your brother who was kicked out of the house."

Death is spreading.

In this darkness, a strange blue flame will also burn on the body of the person who is killed, erasing all flesh and soul divisions, turning them into bone skeletons with only will left, and creating a new death .

From this, there is a steady stream.

And at the root of all this, the overlord who commands all death is facing two powerful enemies in front of him.

Flames are burning on the blades of the undead army, and there is no army around the king.

And the other formidable enemy, the enemy who used his life to destroy his original victory, he still looked at him, even if he had to bear the pain of being torn apart every second, even if he might die in the next second.

The victory that should have been lost in an instant is a more painful price than any game.

But at this moment, there was not much anger and unwillingness in the Overlord's eyes, but instead there was a thoughtful question in his eyes.

He looked at the familiar anger.

The anger that I have seen many times, has appeared in him, and has supported him to this day.

He looked at the skeleton held in Jinrak's arms.

"It seems that it killed your important person."

"...This is also my retribution."

As a dying person, the voice of Jin Lak, whose vengeance has been avenged, also lacks bright emotions of joy and carefreeness.

Every time he uttered a word, his voice gradually weakened, and the breath of life slowly disappeared with the spreading origin stone and flame.

It is such a person who has no courage and strength comparable to heroes and kings. The small and almost everywhere people have taken the victory from their own hands.

why?