The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"In order to destroy the abyss, how cruel can you be? If the people in the whole world are corroded by the abyss, will you kill them all?"

And after saying this topic to fight back, Viviana couldn't help being shocked, because when she heard this question, for the first time since she came to this world, Sang showed a smile on her face.

Although that's not common, it's a much more complicated sneer.

"Did you know? A long time ago, a woman asked me the same question."

"At that time, I was in the most turbulent and exhausting old age of my life. Everyone was gone, and I was the only one left. I was old and loose-willed, and my memory was blurred, so I fell into the trap of that woman."

"I answered - I will do it. It's not a number game of saving more and discarding less. If they are all infected, I will kill them all. After the abyss is completely wiped out, I will be responsible for cloning new life and let them create a new era."

Sang spoke calmly, and Viviana was terrified when she heard it.

"There is no doubt that I said something stupid. She seized the opening, refuted my fallacy with my irrefutable words, and finally drove me away, leaving me alone to my century. For a long time, I've always had that loss in my heart."

"So I will answer again in this world—what you said will not happen. If the world is really eroded by the abyss, before that, I will die in the first row against the darkness."

She raised her beautiful violet eyes with a complex expression.

"Who exactly are you?"

And even though the question was so straightforward, Sang still answered him unwaveringly.

"Sang, the mainland of Rhodeland, is the watcher of the abyss, a member of the Falan undead team."

"That's all."

Chapter 41: Reunion after a long absence

"Fran... the undead team?"

It's a name I've never heard of before, what is the Rhodeland continent, and when did this land have such a place.

Ignoring her incomprehension, Sang continued to speak.

"Fran's undead army is an army of undead. We imitate ancient heroes, swear on wolf blood, and monitor the abyss. As long as there is a slightest omen, even if a country is destroyed, we will not blink."

It sounded like bragging, but his tone didn't sound like that at all.

As for the last sentence, she couldn't even imagine it.

"Even if what you said is true, why are you telling me this again?"

"Because you asked."

"so?"

"Increasing deterrence and popularity can effectively prevent some stupid and arrogant people from delusional touch the abyss. There is never a need to hide it. What's more, people in this world probably won't believe it until they actually encounter trauma."

"This world...how is it possible? Is there really another world?"

"Your trust is irrelevant."

Turning the page again, Sang's tone was still cold.

"So, is it because something called [Abyss] appeared in the Ingra family?"

"It's just a sprout, like wine that has just begun to ferment. I don't know where they discovered so much humanity, but there are already signs. If it weren't for the suppression of the origin stone, the future troubles would definitely lead to even greater tragedies."

Viviana lowered her head.

If that's true, then she shouldn't be holding back.

Temporary hypocrisy and pity will only make things more painful and entangled later.

She understands.

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"You yearn for knights and imitate knights, but you are limited by yourself and the rules are unable to change, so you will never be able to achieve your ideals, not to mention that you are pure, but not noble."

"You have a penchant for sympathy and a lack of shame."

"Even if they are similar, there is always a limit to imitation."

Straight and cold words pierced Candle Knight's chest like a bullet.

The position of her status class, the darkness of today's knight competition, and the reality that is completely different from fantasy, there are too many things that hold her back, so she also understands that she cannot become a real knight.

Even though most of the prize money was donated to the impoverished areas in the country's countryside, she never even saw those suffering people with her own eyes. Her sympathy and help were limited to this, and it was the condescending pity of those who were born in peace.

Whether it is her own words and deeds as a knight, imitating the knight's giving and helping the weak, she can't find meaning in it.

If it was that Yao knight, those truly noble knights, in the face of suffering, the first thing she would feel would be shame for herself.

"So... where is my way?"

Clear confusion is engraved on the dignified and delicate face.

Sang's eyes shifted slightly from the page for a moment.

If it was earlier in the past, he would just end with a sentence of "don't know" or a riddle, but now he has no interest in choosing words and making sentences.

"Go live."

"Life?"

"Yes, life, live according to your own ideas. You have been restrained by various shackles, repeatedly thinking about your own powerlessness, and finally lost the motivation to change and move forward. This is your problem."

"If it's not a medicine, it's a poison, otherwise it's just ordinary water."

After speaking, the book in his hand was turned to the last page.

[Wait until the tide recedes, wait until the life of honor dies together]

[Everything in the world turns from prosperity to decline and turns into dust]

[Wait until the furnace explodes with fireworks, wait until natural disasters come, wait until family members and old friends forget about it]

[The last knight stands on this land, charging alone towards the night-black waves]

Thinking back to reality, he calmly closed the book.

"The Last Knight"

Candle Knight was stunned for a while before asking.

".....how?"

"I've seen too much, and I've died too much."

Those who challenged nothingness and struggled to live and persist in their beliefs, and those who were unwilling to give up their persistence in the end, all died before the flame was extinguished.

The road to the ending is too long, and most people die in the process.

Viviana was silent for a while, then spoke.

"That man, Dax, is he the same?"

"........."

The answer was silence.

A long silence that offended her.

"He...he's the dumbest of the bunch."

"Obviously I saw through it, I got familiar with it, and I chose to escape, but in the end I still made a mistake."

"That's why it's so ridiculous in the end."

The bright red pupils showed the same vivid and complicated expression, even after countless time, that feeling still burned his chest.

"Forget it, I don't like to tell only half of the story. It's disturbing to listen to from the beginning, so let me tell you the rest of the story."

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"Send a letter?"

One morning many years ago, his teacher, a crystallized old man with one of the best magic attainments in the world, gave him a task.

"That's right, I would like you to deliver this letter to my twin brother in the Kingdom of Locris, presumably you should have heard of it."

At that time, he was already over [-] years old, and he had matured a lot in his dealings with people. As a result, he sealed the package with magic, he said with a slight frown.

"If it's just this kind of thing, how about leaving it to the crow?"

"This is quite confidential information, and no mistakes are allowed. Originally, I should go there in person, but my magic research is at a critical moment, and I really don't have time. Therefore, my best disciple, I can hand over this matter to you. You?"

Sang pulled the brim of his hat and thought for a moment.

Losric is not too far away from here, and the trip back and forth is only three days and three nights. If it is only this time, he should still be able to spare it.

"Understood, I will report to the captain later."

"Also, I heard that the head deacon's daughter was born, and I want to ask the teacher to give you a name. Have you decided on a name?"

A gentle smile appeared on the face of the crystalline old man wearing the terrifying mask for an instant.

"I decided to name her after the magic I developed for her, Hazel, what does that sound like?"

"Good name, then I'm leaving."

But as soon as he took two steps, his cloak was pulled.

The crystal old man shook his head and said speechlessly.

"Don't leave in such a hurry, there is one more thing. Before you leave, change your clothes, especially the hat. You know what the team's reputation is like outside, so just change to the one I gave you before."

"Well, I see."

Many years later, Sang will recall the understated conversation that day. At that time, he did not understand that the next journey would greatly change his life.

So without any precautions, he welcomed an accident and a reunion after a long absence.

[Reminiscence Extra Episode·Hunting Nine Heads]

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Chapter 42: Death Disaster

"Teacher, how is it? If I use this magic I developed, it will be able to deal with the area infested by the abyss very efficiently."

"………call."

The old crystallized man silently watched the purple black smoke in front of his eyes. In the smoke envelope, the originally agile movements of the wild dog captured as an experiment became extremely slow, and a large swath of frost formed on his body.

Then Frost was stained red with blood in an instant, terrifying bleeding spilled out from everywhere like a funnel, just as the painful roar was about to sound, an even more terrifying phenomenon suppressed it, and highly poisonous pustules appeared on the body, under the intense toxin, Flesh and even bones are melting, this terrifying scene is more frightening than any torture.

But it failed to dissolve into blood, because before that, black crystals kept gushing out, completely cursing him to death in front of them.

As the developer of this terrifying technology, Sang, who had just turned 24 years old, was still a reserve soldier. He had just experienced the first siege to clear the abyss, and his heart was somewhat traumatized.

After three months of unremitting efforts to experiment with the curse frog and various potions during the day and at night after sword practice, he finally completed the graduation project that he could hand over to his instructor.

Based on the research basis of the deadly white mist and ice mist of magic and the poisonous mist of spells, he combined the analysis of the principles of spells and magic, and extracted the solution of curse death from the body of the curse baby.

Added herbs that can cause damage to body functions and hemorrhage, which is the raw material of Kasas's red knife, so that it can be inhaled into the body and cause bleeding. Finally, all the materials were used to form a miracle based on the miasma legend of Tomb King Nite, and it was finally completed. This is the perfect ban on skipping classes.

After all, in his understanding and cognition, compared to guns and arrows, or magic and miracles, the abnormal state that can spread is the best choice for mass slaughter.

The crystal old man touched his hat and sighed, looking quietly at his somewhat naive closed disciple.

What an outrageous talent... It's ridiculous that a spell like this would be developed by the most "clean" kid in Faran with a rather casual attitude.

Once a person finds a reason to hurt, he can be unimaginably cruel, which is clearly displayed in Sang.

"San, listen carefully."

His tone became a little serious.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing such a tone, Sang cheered up immediately, and whenever the teacher spoke in this tone, his attitude would become very serious.