The first elementary school student in history

Chapter 77 I'm not an undead! !

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Zhu Weiyu's body flew in the air, and the armor behind him came out. This set of armor did not contain any aircraft, but it still had some gliding fins... Maybe in this way, someone can barely keep the whole body after landing.

A guy who doesn't know how to lose weight seems to be a little overweight. After gaining great strength, his body's strength is also increasing, and his weight has naturally gone up. What's more, besides that set of armor, he has another thing... That legendary bench!
Zhu Weiyu's bench was manufactured with the help of the elementary school system after consuming all the special metals used to make armor. In this way, all the materials were perfectly preserved, and a large amount of compression molding made the bench both strong and heavy at the same time. surprisingly...

So, with a combination of an overweight body, a suit of armor and a big bench, which hang glider can hold it up?

Feeling that his body was speeding up, Zhu Weiyu looked for the trace of the river in a panic, as long as he fell into the river, it would be fine.Unfortunately, someone is disappointed, how can there be a river in the open wilderness?There is only the empty land.

Alas, it seems that this time is really over... What faith, what can faith bring you... hope?Now I...do I still have hope?

Do you still have hope now?
Flying in the air without any support, this kind of acceleration in a plane without any medical system, the moment it falls to the ground is the time of death.I didn't expect, I didn't expect... I didn't die in the original world, and I didn't encounter any accidents in elementary school, but I died in this weird place so uselessly.

How on earth did I think of jumping off with a twitch of my head?
I don’t remember, Zhu Weiyu doesn’t remember.

He only remembered that when he saw the countless undead, a small hope flashed in his heart. The flame of that hope was so fragile, like a flame swaying in the wind, it could be extinguished at any time.However, he chose this seemingly hopeless path as if he was possessed by evil.

This unscientific!This is not in line with probability!This is not in line with calm rational analysis!
Why is this!

...Maybe... just for the little hope in my heart.

The only remaining thing in this damn Pandora's box made everyone try crazily, most of them failed, but there are still countless people rushing forward, why is this! !

Maybe it's just to prove the best thing about...

It exists! !
If you have true faith, just jump from here! !
Mysterious fluctuations danced around Zhu Weiyu, and a special energy gradually surrounded his body.Gradually, the side flying in the air seemed to become lighter, and the speed of descent also slowed down.

Zhu Weiyu turned around in a strange way, and on the cliff, the body of the dead soul gradually became transparent.

"Only those who have true faith can do this, and those who have faith... will always have hope!"

The last wish was fulfilled, and the body of the dead soul gradually became transparent. Maybe someone will arrive there after countless years, but I will never meet a dead soul, chattering about faith to people, and bewitching others to jump off the cliff. Under this, there will no longer be a steadfast dead soul, who has waited for an unknown amount of time, just for one of his own beliefs.

Zhu Weiyu's eyes twitched, his teeth lightly bit his lips, looking at the transparent figure that disappeared, he lowered his head: "I salute you! For... your noble soul!"

The dead soul showed a smile, and then disappeared, he dissipated between the heaven and the earth, and the last trace of energy was given to Zhu Weiyu.Maybe the dead soul can not do this, and the energy consumed by this spell may be enough for him to last for a long time.But living meaninglessly and dying with faith is a difficult choice for everyone, and it is not a problem for Revenant at all... He chose the latter.

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Weiyu looked at the empty cliff, and his heart seemed to become a little empty. Although he was saved, he couldn't feel happy for some reason. It lasted for a short while before it was replaced by other feelings. After getting out of danger, he didn't panic anymore. His hands and feet were a little weak and he closed his eyes, waiting to land on the ground.

...Brother Revenant Soul, your spells are too powerful. This falling speed is really, less than one meter per second. How long will I be hanging in the sky.

Alas, can the spell released with life not be powerful?

………Shameless dividing line………

Wearing silver armor and riding on a tall white horse, Lord Fording is in a good mood now. As a war hero, he has been rewarded by the king and obtained a small territory, which means that he has truly become a A nobleman, a lord, but not the nominal paladin lord in the Holy Knight Order.

The undead no longer have their own leader, they are all in a state of chaos, they only know how to act on their instincts, and the few undead who have regained their sanity are not threatening, after all, they do not form an army.

Riding alone on the way home, he has no subordinates to follow and does not need subordinates to follow.As one of the best paladins, he has great strength and enough self-confidence. It is really hard to find someone who can defeat him in the whole world.

How lonely, I should be able to live a peaceful life like this, peace is so good!
...Flags cannot be erected randomly. Maybe Fording doesn't know this, but sometimes, this is the truth.

Old Fording rode slowly in the wilderness. Suddenly, a figure appeared in his eyes. A man with white hair was standing in front of a small thatched hut. After many fights, there was a simple long sword by his side, with bursts of cold air emitting from it from time to time.

"There is such a warrior in such a place? Well...it should be a reclusive person." Fording didn't think much about it. Years of war brought not only happiness after victory, but also countless lonely people , most of them lost everything because of the war.

Originally, nothing would have happened, and the original story would have ended here. It was just that strange stare at each other that made the world go on another path.

The cold eyes, the eyes without any emotional fluctuations, the pale skin, and the... damn it, it's the undead! !

Old Fording didn't hesitate, he drove his white horse towards the guy in front of him.The great lord of the Holy Knights, the countless wars with the undead made him hate this race instinctively, and it also made him fight without hesitation.

"Clang!" The long swords crisscrossed in the air, and a burst of intense sparks erupted. The undead pulled out the long sword at the side and blocked Fording's attack.

"The Holy Light will purify you, damned undead!" Fording roared loudly.

Most of the undead do not have their own consciousness, and Old Fording also knows this, but this kind of shouting has become a habit, and he is used to shouting every time he faces the undead.

Uh, it shouldn't be about being cool or pretending to be handsome or something. This habit that has continued since the rookie paladin was actually just for courage from the very beginning... yes, it is courage.No matter how brave you are when you meet the undead for the first time, you are somewhat afraid of such a creature, so a roar can dispel the haze... It's actually that simple.

But this time, things seemed a little unexpected.

"Undead?...Undead?!" The weird man in front of him seemed to think of something, looked at his body, then opened his eyes wide to look at the paladin in front of him, and there was a wave of turmoil in Gujing Bubo's eyes , "No!! I'm not an undead!!! I'm a warrior, I'm not an undead!!!"

"boom!"

The power on the undead suddenly rolled, and the huge force rushed old Fording and flew backwards. The sudden attack brought unexpected damage to the unprepared lord, and he hit a wall. The ruins of outposts that can be seen everywhere in the wilderness have become the sorrow of Old Fording at this time.

The wall... fell!

Under the huge impact, Old Fording was buried by stones. Even the mighty paladin lord was a mortal body. The part of his head was extremely fragile, and darkness gradually invaded his consciousness.

Before he fell into a coma, he vaguely heard such a roar.

"I... am not an undead!!!"

(End of this chapter)