The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

He looked at the blood that continued to flow through the entire tomb, and felt the strong determination.

Blood is the link of the soul. He tried to connect this thought, but the result of his behavior was as easy as nothing. All the memories and thoughts in Jinrak's tiny soul were displayed in front of the king's eyes.

It can be seen how weak his life has become.

So it confuses him even more.

Jin Lak is undoubtedly a person who has a deep feeling for equality and life and death. He can clearly understand the beauty brought by death, so why did he choose this in the end.

retribution?

The thoughts of the crowd are disputes, and the result of inaction is cowardice. If no one dyes the crowd with his own will, the world will be a chaotic disaster.For human beings, power is the only means to realize wishes.

Even if the process is cruel, as long as the ending and the future are beautiful, sacrifices can be necessary.

But it is unacceptable.

Intense resentment burns in the soul.

He wants to defeat this opponent, and only victory can prove his right.

As the unparalleled overlord in the world, he wanted to defeat this unknown pawn who was dying, his desire was so strong.

Group/#谈谈～<:<*wife@五～>刻=一}%三||三}种*二#抱 "Let me give you a choice."

he opened his mouth to speak.

Let Sandu temporarily stop in his tracks.

"Now my army and death are devouring this winter empire that has created differences and inequalities, but if I want to defeat the enemies in front of me, I must call them all back. For me, this is a dangerous game. "

"But your performance moved me, so I give you the right to choose."

"Listen, what you think and say now will determine the fate of this country, the life and death of countless people in this long snowy night, their future destruction and continuation, the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, this Ugly countries that bring suffering can be judged by you who are dying."

"Now, give me your answer."

Those nobles and emperors who deserted you;

Those fools and villains who despise you;

Those who change your ore disease;

And to create all this pain and division, this icy empire in the midst of a harsh winter that couldn't even bloom.

Give an answer!Make a choice!

He opened his mouth.

Looking at the overlord who looked like a god, he laughed wordlessly.

At this moment, a shake of premonition instantly penetrated Warnier's heart that should have been absent.

"what are you laughing at?"

The contempt and pity in Jinrak's eyes were indescribable, but it trampled all the dignity of the Overlord more easily than any violence.

"I was just thinking...it turns out that this is how it feels to face the [God]."

"What did you say!!!"

Warner, angry.

For Warnier, this kind of address from the bottom of his heart is undoubtedly harsher than any cheap and dirty insults and evaluations, and he can't help but feel angry.

But at the moment before he vented, those eyes that had begun to collapse looked straight at him like a mirror.

Unspeakable coldness was freezing the soul, and he saw himself through the heart of the dying man.

Create harm and tragedy unintentionally and at will, give choices and trials to the unfortunate with a superior attitude, and claim rightness and glory on the surface.

Such a... such a... person?

However, it wasn't over yet, Jin Lak drove his dying body, and made a gesture to him with his last strength.

He clasped his hands together and lowered his head.

"NO NO! NO!! YOU CANNOT... YOU CANNOT DO IT!!!"

When he reacted, he realized that he was actually yelling.

But no matter how he roared, he couldn't stop the man from praying.

"God, please forgive my anger."

"But I think the dead can't make decisions for the living."

"God, please listen to my thoughts."

"I think, after all, everything will be fine."

"I hope that in the future, even in a severe winter, there will be flowers blooming against the wind and cold."

His head went down and up.

Eyes closed and opened again.

But it is already lifeless light.

The invincible Overlord once again experienced a painful defeat in another world.

Sang quietly listened to all his words, and only after the sound stopped coming, he crushed the communicator vigorously.

"It's still an old story, the brave will defeat the dragon, and the human will defeat the gods."

His sword pointed straight at the king.

Bring endless oppression.

"So now, it's your turn to do multiple choice questions."

Chapter 92: The Death of Warner

Looking at San, Warnier was silent for a long time.

He picked up the sword and walked down the steps step by step, speaking in a dull and angry voice.

"Besides the gods, the thing I hate the most is fate."

"People always turn into what they hate. It's obviously stupid, but fate always likes to add drama to tragedy, which is disgusting."

The power of the demon and the huge soul vibrated the entire underground tomb, and they evenly resisted the oppression from Sang.

Sang rarely took his words.

"In your bewildered and short-sighted mind, I only approve of your understanding of fate."

Warnier couldn't deny it.

A pitch-black storm was rolled up by terrifying power, and terrifying voices seemed to be everywhere asking.

"Before the final fight, I want to know, where does your anger towards me come from?"

"........."

San didn't answer.

He silently raised his sword.

Well then!

The overlord raised his hands high, and the dark kingdom descended again, but this time, the diffused energy could not shake the fiery figure again.

After experiencing the moves once, he has already thought about the corresponding resistance method.

Behind the Overlord, countless armies appeared in the distorted space. They were united with death, and they were even more cruel to life than this eternal winter.

And when the defense forces in all parts of Ursus were almost desperate, they suddenly discovered that those death disasters in the dark night, those skeletons disappeared as if they didn't exist, just like a dream overnight.

Residents were overjoyed at the disappearance of the nightmare, chanting the emperor's name in gratitude.

The noble count of Ivan's family couldn't laugh. He looked at the wound on his leg bitten by a skeleton infected with origin stone, and fainted in despair.

One of the carriers of the Black Snake's will, Kasena looked at the approaching dawn and let out a deep breath.

In the overlord kingdom of the catacombs, Warnier's fighting spirit soared into the sky.

As long as the battle is won, all the dignity and rightness he lost will be regained, and this is the only way to prove him right.

Since he can defeat San once with half the army, he can do the same the second time!

Sang neither dodged nor dodged, facing his will.

Huge magic power surged behind him, and countless figures slowly formed in the structure of the soul. Under the overlord's dull eyes, the blue-purple spirits condensed one by one, one after another, and soon surpassed the two Counting, they joined together behind Sang.

They wear pointed hats, hold big swords and short daggers, silent and fierce like a pack of wolves.

All members of the undead team appear here.

This was another coincidence of fate, so coincidental that both of them found it ridiculous.

In the past, half of Kathas' army was destroyed by the dead and the other half by the undead.

Will it be repeated this time?

A raging fire was ignited on the cold blade, as if to offer flames to the eternal winter that devoured countless lives.

As a matter of course, every second of the undead team's appearance, the magic power is consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if all the power obtained from the flames is consumed, it will take less than half a minute at most.

But half a minute is enough.

In the dark country, the wolves hunting disasters collided with the army of the undead, and the result was unsuspecting. Like hot knives cutting butter, the undead team once again smashed everything and tore apart the army, opening up the road to the Overlord. path of.

"Blitz, bold decision. But once the time is up, it will be my victory."

Warnier also fought desperately. All the strength and troops poured out continuously, hindering the progress of the wolves. Although they were all shredded to pieces, they still played a hindering role.

Due to the consumption of mana, the figures of the undead team disappeared one after another, and soon the number of people in the body was reduced from dozens to a dozen, nine, eight, seven...

The last three!

The dragon-hunting ax that smashed high on the ground burst into dazzling thunder, blasting all the undead in the way around into powder.

The ferocious wolf suddenly turned into a blazing meteor, splitting the darkness and opening a path to the Overlord.

And the last person leaped high in the posture of a wolf jump, brandishing the holy sword of the abyss walker, and slashed at the king of Kasas with all his strength.

Warnier concentrated, roared and swung his sword.

The soul is burning, exhausting all the strength and bravery of the whole body, betting all the faith and will on this blow, the burning night and the power of the demons merged into one, and competed with the past trials.

"Casus will never die at your hands twice!"

A roar vented all his emotions.

Violent explosions and air currents hit the entire cemetery, and the terrifying power shook the overlord kingdom of the eroding dimension. The boundary between black and white was constantly changing like a Tai Chi diagram, and finally completely overwhelmed one of them.

"ended--"

Warnier flicks his sword away and stabs San with all his strength.

The figure turned into magic power and dispersed.

"what?!"

But such a large blow with all his strength also made him have an unavoidable flaw.

So Warnier raised his head in astonishment.

He saw it, hiding among the undead through mimicry, a figure leaped high.

The brilliant thunder light condensed into a bow in his hand, and his burning pupils looked calmly at Waler, and he pulled the bowstring with unshakable determination to its fullest.

The red light flashed in his eyes like quiet anger.

And at this moment, looking at that figure.

Warnier remembered.

He thought of the giant ranger who left alone to stop him when he destroyed Dolan Gured, who escaped to cover the people.

When pulling the string, it is the same posture and eyes.

...ah.