1 me traveling through time at the same time

Chapter 863 It’s over, I’ve become firewood!
The JOJO world is not unfamiliar to Amber and the others, so when they saw themselves from this world, they were very interested and gathered around to ask some strange questions.

Such as whether Jotaro's true form is a hat, and whether he really has to shout "Ola" or "Moku" when fighting.

The newcomer Amber was put in a very awkward situation. He had not had time to digest the memories and was no match for these veterans, so he looked to the swordsman Amber for help.

Then he discovered that the latter was staring at somewhere, as if thinking about something.

"what happened?"

he asked loudly.

This action made the noise disappear, and everyone looked over there.

"Since you are here, come and touch the Rubik's Cube."

Swordsman Amber ignored these guys and spoke to the dark corner.

As the words fell, the sound of armor colliding was heard, and then a tall man wearing iron armor and a red cloak walked out.

This is also Amber, but she looks different from all the previous newcomers.

Just at first glance you can feel the silence and despair.

"Is this a dream?"

The armored newcomer's voice was as hoarse as imagined, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"It's a dream, but it's not the kind of dream you imagine. You'll know it later."

Swordsman Amber stepped aside, revealing the Cube behind him.

The newcomer thought about it, and finally walked over and put his hand on it, imitating the previous person's behavior.

A large number of memories came flooding back, followed by an unimaginable force that ignited his shriveled and dark soul.

It is reflected outside.
"Oh shit, there's a fire!!"

Dog-head Amber was stunned.

Scorching flames gushed out from the gaps in the armor. Although they could not cause any damage, the instinctive resistance made the surrounding Ambers take a few steps back.

"Are you okay?"

The pig demon Amber hates fire the most, but at this moment he is closest to it.

"It's okay, just hehe."

A slightly bitter smile came from under the armor, "I don't have anything to say. If you want to know about me, go to the Rubik's Cube. I have something else to do, so I'll leave now."

The others looked at each other, and no one said anything.

In the end, it was the swordsman Amber who nodded in agreement, and the newcomer gradually disappeared from sight.

"Let me see it quickly!"

Dog-headed Amber was the first one who couldn't hold back and started to synchronize his memories.

A moment later, a curled-up figure squatted under the Rubik's Cube.

"what happened?"

The pig demon Amber went over and asked, but there was no response for a long time. Only after asking again did the dog-headed Amber slowly raise his head.

"Woo, woo, woo, this is really too tragic!"

The crowd, who had been indifferent at first, couldn't help but become curious when they saw him like this, and they all scrambled to touch the Rubik's Cube, forcing Amber, the swordsman who was closest to him, to step back.

However, just like Dog Head, after accepting the memory, everyone fell silent at the same time.

"It's that world, no wonder he's in a hurry to leave, otherwise he would be burned up, right?" "Not really, not really. With our power, how could he be afraid of a mere ashes?"

"But that monster can grow by killing people constantly. Moreover, it is immortal."

"Ask when you get down."

The new JOJO, who was a little nervous because of the attention, successfully enjoyed the treatment of both ice and fire. With a hint of curiosity, he put his hand on it.

Subsequently
"It's the aftermath of Dark Souls. It's no wonder it's in such a place."

Lordran continent, Faran Fortress.

Under the dim torchlight, a man with a dirty face was wiping the sword in his hand with an oily rag. Although his armor was already in tatters, the cold light of the weapon in his hand had never diminished in the slightest.

As if he had noticed something, he raised his head and looked forward.

In the narrow room made entirely of stone, the figure lying on the other bed suddenly sat up.

"You are so lucky, Amber, that you still have the chance to dream. Now when I close my eyes, all I can hear are the wailing and bewitching sounds of those damn guys."

The man was not wearing a helmet, but his ugly and stained face could no longer be seen. Only the outlines of his facial features were still vaguely visible under the torch.

"Heath, if you feel like you're losing control, go fight those things."

Amber shook her head and said in a dull voice.

The power he gained from the dream space did not make him feel excited or happy at all. Instead, he felt extremely troubled.

Because of the characteristics of this world, the more powerful a person is, the more powerful his soul is, which makes it most suitable for adding fuel to the fire.

That's right, he was very unlucky to travel to the world of Dark Souls 3. In this broken and time-stopped ghost place, he lived in a French cesspool, surrounded by masters of the street dance team. When he went out and turned left, he could see a layer of sticky substance outside that was made up of unknown things and emitted a foul odor, and monsters walking aimlessly in it.

"I will, but it's break time now."

Heath is an old member of the Fran Undead Corps. It is said that he once fought alongside the first generation founders. He always likes to talk about his past experiences, as if he was showing off.

But the more I hear it, the more it seems to remind me not to forget.

"You guys, you've been smelling a little weird since you woke up. Could it be that you can't resist it anymore?"

The original intention of the Fran Undead Corps was to fight against the abyss. However, while staring into the abyss, it is also staring at you.

Therefore, the final outcome of each member, without exception, is madness.

At this time, those who are still alive will be responsible for freeing their comrades.

"I'm just not in a good mood."

Amber got off the bed and picked up the greatsword and dagger that she never left behind, "Besides, instead of worrying about me, you should pay more attention. Since the last hunting time, you have already rested twelve times."

The more time you rest, the weaker your resistance to the abyss corrosion in your body.

This is a very bad omen.

Heath said nothing when he heard this, but just watched Amber walk away quietly.

He no longer had the concept of time. The sun rose and set mechanically and repeatedly. Things around him would never change. The past had already been shattered, and he didn't know when the present would end. The future would never come.

Is it finally unable to hold on?
It might be a good idea to just dissipate like this.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Heath had the urge to hit his throat, but quickly stopped himself.

This is a cowardly act, and there are no cowards in the Undead Squad.

He will die by Amber's sword when the end comes.

(End of this chapter)