The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

And this is also the ending he wants to pursue in the future, together with everyone in the undead team.

Looking at the hydra that had completely lost its vitality not far away, he also held the burning and huge soul in his hands, and melted into his soul without hesitation like eating revenge.

Because of his own particularity, the supposedly complicated and difficult ritual of soul melting was equivalent to pressing two pieces of mud together, or sewing two different pieces of skin together.

The moment the soul fusion was completed, the momentum and strength of his whole body instantly increased by more than five times. With this kind of cheating-like strengthening method, his strength continued to rise at an even more astonishing speed.

And with the disappearance of the soul, the huge body of the hydra also turned into the dust of time.

Sang didn't respond at all, and silently put away the broken sword.

The current him, I'm afraid he can really fight with the captain to be the head of the undead team.

But what's the point.

He can't be happy.

Sighing tiredly, he took a last look at the messy battlefield, and walked towards the intersection buried by rocks.

All in all, find the kid first.

It was easy to punch through the entrance of the cave with bare hands, and the moment he walked out of the cave, a violent collapse began to appear, burying and sealing off the countless bloody and evil places that were buried forever.

In the next hundred years or even thousands of years, the stories that happened here will not be known.

And not long after he went out, by coincidence, probably because he was confused about the fact that the sacrificial team had not returned, a team from the village happened to meet him.

Each of the four held a stone jar in their hands, and they all exuded a strong smell of blood.

"It's a foreigner! You bastard, what did you do to the village chief? My lord!"

"died."

Sang answered coldly.

He no longer cared what the future of the village would become.

"What?! Impossible, lowly lie! How can a person kill a god! You must have killed the village chief after letting go of the sacrifice, making the god angry. The violent vibration just now must be the anger of the god."

Ignorant, ugly, ignorant.

It is also the status quo of this world.

San didn't want to do anything anymore.

But the moment he stepped forward and held his hand on the hilt of the sword, in that instant reaction, the mind immersed in the fog of loss suddenly understood.

Don't think.

In that unbelievable premonition, all the loss and sorrow were burned away, and all turned into fuel for the flame burning in the chest.

Don't think.

His limbs seemed to be scorched by flames, and his heart beat even faster than the death battle just now. The cold brought by the premonition of waiting for death made his teeth chatter, and his pupils seemed to be too cold to close.

...don't think.

He forcibly suppressed all the ominousness, exuding a murderous aura that was as cold as severe winter.

"You guys, why did you know that the sacrifice was released?"

It was a meaningless question, but he still asked it with a trembling voice.

Sang's current oppressive power has reached a terrifying level. The oppressive feeling like a god made the villagers who were still berating him bow their heads and break out in cold sweat.

...the final question.

"What's in your jar?"

Did not wait for an answer.

In the next second, four heads flew across, too fast to react.

And those four jars also fell to the ground after losing their support, and the contents inside also slowly flowed out.

The drained blood spread to the soles of Sang's feet;

The peeled flesh attracts hungry insects and ants;

The disassembled bones made sporadic sounds;

And in the end, the familiar face who should have been rescued came to Sang after several rounds of flipping.

There was no despair on her immature face.

There are only doubts, cold ones, facing the same cold world, doubts that are so cruel that no one can answer them.

why?

why?

hello, why?

"........."

appeared again.

The feeling that appeared when it penetrated Latecia's heart.

The pain of not being able to make a sound.

Like the anger that wants to set the world on fire with itself.

The weight that almost crushes the body and breaks the knees.

The hatred and unwillingness to kill and chew the flesh and bones of the world.

To vomit.

"——"

Vomiting out the poison called fluke together with the blood.

In a world without hope, nothing makes sense.

Together with the sacrifice of knights and heroes, it is a curse.

Trying everything but no one can save him, like a clown.

such a death...

why?

Since the day Latecia left, the same anger burned her body and mind again, and the same doubts lingered viciously in her mind.

"cough--"

Swallowing the viscera that was so angry that he was about to vomit again, and resisting the powerlessness that fate almost pushed him to his knees, Sang's expression was distorted to almost pitiful.

~

But even so, he still took steps.

No knees bent and no mouths spoken.

Likewise, there was no turning back.

Holding the sword, he walked towards the bloody village in silence alone.

The heavy footsteps left deep footprints, and the black mist exuding an ominous atmosphere continued to spread behind him, burying his figure and corpse, like the disaster of death.

Hunter and Crystal

Testimonials

It will be officially launched tomorrow.

Alas... cover your face.

Unexpectedly, I managed to wait until November to release the book, and there will still be a big silence, which is really unlucky.

The first is the result of the bounty.

Monthly ticket [346——1146] 4 more

Recommendation ticket [4608——13906] 3 more

Reward [2576——20452] 2 more

Blade [106——364] 2 more

A total of 11 updates.

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Then talk about the current problems with this book.

To be honest, I am also aware of the place of separation and the number of memories.

When I first started writing, I had only been in Ark for about a month, and I was not very familiar with the characters in it. The reason why I chose Casimir in the first volume was only because I was impressed by the long night.

After writing 20 chapters, I felt that neither Black Soul nor Ark was well understood, so I spent another summer vacation playing Soul One and watching all the plots of Ark, and then looked back at these 20 chapters.

Hmm...how should I put it?

I wanted to change it a bit, but I felt it would be a pity to throw it away, so I just wrote it down after thinking about it.

As a result, I found that the first volume of less than 40 chapters was written, so I thought about adding some content, coupled with the high enthusiasm for creation for a while, a bunch of memories were written out, and then I thought about where to start It can be inserted and used, so it is somewhat split.

Of course, there is still a problem with the structure. Originally, Dax’s reminiscence was indeed connected with the climax, and his character design was also used to complete the character arc of Candle Knight, but it was only after writing that I accidentally wrote too long.

Then there are other characters. I admit that the desire to shape the character of Black Soul is stronger than that of Ark, or if it is not for writing Sang’s story, I will not take the undead team as the protagonist at all, and the sense of substitution and understanding of Ashes will be better. high.

Looking back now, Laplande had other supporting roles, but Ceobe...why did I add it?I don't even know how to deal with her plot, if it wasn't too troublesome to delete, I would have deleted it long ago.

Of course, Tomorrow's Ark is also one of the two elements. After officially entering the main line, I will also write the story of Ark.

Just like Dark Souls and Light Souls, the weight of the two sides will slowly change.

That's pretty much all there is to say.

During the time of great silence, readers are still invited to support and subscribe, which is really important for motivation and mentality.

I still really want to finish this story.

Interlude: Scholars of Original Sin

"Uncle, as an outsider, can I really enter the big library?"

After the episode of the journey ended, three days had passed since we came to Lothric.

In a stable time, that fabulous fight and fighting side by side was like a bubble-like dream. If it weren't for the white ashes piled up in the empty wine bottle, it would be as if it never happened.

After some exchanges and discussions, the twin brothers of the crystallized old man also recognized Sang's strength and talent, and even introduced him to King Osloes.

Back then, that king hadn't pursued the path of the dragon. As a protoss, he was still obsessed with the continuation of the age of fire, and he was able to do so at all costs.

In Sang's eyes, it was an old man with a white beard exuding majesty, in stark contrast to the princess standing next to him, the former Sun Princess Gwen Avia.

As a protoss, the face of the Sun Princess is still young, beautiful and dignified, and just like what Dax said, her breasts are really big.

At the meeting at that time, none of the three pillars of Lothric had been replaced. Those knights and sages in blue with great swords contained power no less than that of the undead team, and they were the elite of the elite.

And although it seems that they have no power to restrain the chicken, the souls of the king and princess as gods are also as dazzling as the sun.

As the country that guards the fire, Losric's strength has even begun to surpass the former king's capital, Anor Londo, and even the undead team cannot confront them head-on.

Even if he has become too much stronger under the influence of Soul Melting, if everyone is unprepared and suddenly burns the jade and burns, he will only have the confidence to kill half of them.

Lothric, as expected of Lothric.

At that time, seeing Sang whose soul strength had already reached half the salary king level, the king's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking about.

Finally his actions in Lothric were allowed.

"Your Majesty the King has allowed it, and the big library is managed by me as a sage, and you have such talent, so I am naturally pleased with the communication and progress between you and all of you."

Different from the waste Behelm who concentrates on selling magician assassins to various countries, the big library has gathered almost all the elite magic researchers of Lothric, as well as all kinds of knowledge passed down from the age of gods, including the white dragon library back then. most of the data.