The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Albert looked at him, smiled ambiguously, and said to the supernova.

"Hey, Fran, I heard that you rejected our company's offer. You are really brave. The young master of the boss is rarely interested in people. Your actions have greatly hurt his heart."

"........."

"Don't talk? Hehe, I think you should know that no matter how high you are blown up, based on your current points, you are not qualified to compete with me at all, and the reason why you are standing here against me now , is the price you need to pay for not knowing how to promote."

Albert drew out his double knives and played a beautiful knife. The golden arc danced continuously on the blades, and once again the audience cheered excitedly.

The shining blade that looks like flowing water is actually composed of hundreds of small rolling saw teeth. With the blessing of his lightning power stone skill, his random slash can cut through steel like tofu.

The same is true of the specially made armor on his body. When the game starts, the eight thrusters on his limbs and torso will increase his speed dramatically. The average opponent can only realize that he is in a flash of lightning. A part of the body has fallen to the ground along with the splashed blood.

And although it is not the main purpose, the armor made of the latest D32 special light alloy on his body is enough to block most of the damage, like the ancient and backward steel spear, let alone piercing, even leaving a dent No more.

"Remember this lesson well, stretch out your dominant hand, I will try to cut as smooth as possible."

"………call."

The steel gate behind him closed in an instant, and with the formal entry of the two players, the match was about to begin.

But a few seconds before the start, Sang suddenly seldom spoke.

"Today is my last game."

"So hurry up."

Listening to his sudden opening, Albert was taken aback, but soon let out a mocking laugh.

"Oh, yes, it's different from what I heard. You are surprisingly self-aware. Then, as a senior, I'll give you a little room to play."

"I've seen your previous matches, all of which are based on the momentum of a high-speed charge like a bull and the overwhelming momentum of quick battles, both of which are speed type, as long as you can survive one of my attacks, I will give you three seconds to surrender chance."

"This is the only chance...you have to make good use of it."

Sang frowned slightly, was silent for a few seconds, and was about to speak.

But right now.

Albert slowly lowered his body, crossed his arms and raised his knives. Golden arcs danced on his body, his feet shattered the ground, and his muscles tensed, but his eyes were firmly locked on the top hat.

Although the premise is that you can take over my knife.

"Then the game is about to start! Audiences, you can support the players you choose in your own way before our dull referees make a judgment, but--free support, those ugly shouts and screams are only It can bring psychological comfort that is icing on the cake, and as long as everyone is willing to pay out of their own pockets, you can only buy chips for support materials, and it can even directly overturn a battle situation.”

"Don't hesitate! Spend a lot of money for the fighters you love!"

"Now, everyone—everyone—"

"Game start!!!"

In the first second of the sound of gunfire.

The orange-yellow figure instantly tore the ground, the air in front of him was constantly being impacted, and cracks appeared on the ground as the ground was accelerated and hit again and again. In less than three seconds and two breaths, Albert crossed a hundred years. The straight-line distance of one meter reached within five meters of Sang's radius.

At the same time, Sang Cai just slowly raised his gun.

too slow!

Waving his left and right hands, the X-shaped slash is about to arrive. He believes that with this little equipment and armor on Sang's body, he can't stop it no matter what.

At that moment, he had already seen the blood falling and the screams of pain.

Step - cut!

The problem arises here.

Then put both feet on the ground to stabilize the center of gravity, and the moment he was about to take a step forward and swing the two knives, he saw it.

The originally solid ground suddenly turned into a bottomless hole, and the feeling of falling was very real. It was impossible, even if you didn't want to believe it, even if you probably knew it was not true in your heart, but at that moment, in that half-hour In less than a second, the body still instinctively stiffened and stagnated.

Flaws appeared inevitably.

But it doesn't matter, even so, how can an ordinary knight's gun hurt his armor that can't even be smashed by shells.

It doesn't matter, as long as you stabilize the situation, start all over again...

It's ok--

prick.

There was a scalp-numbing voice, I heard a mournful cry from my throat, and I saw the strange red flowers blooming on the ground.

In an instant, the tip of the thrusting spear lit up with a dazzling blue light, and the sudden burst of force a few feet away pierced through his trusting armor without any resistance, and pierced through his ribs from behind.

What……

At that moment, Albert finally met the eyes under the shallow hat.

He looks at himself.

There is no special emotion.

Like a butcher who has grown accustomed to looking at a chicken for slaughter.

Then, he repeated again.

"Today is my last game."

"There will be something later, so don't force it."

The true meaning of that sentence was finally expressed to the guy in front of him who was full of nonsense.

"I'm in a hurry."

The blade of the gun was raised, like picking up a rabbit, and Albert was lifted high in the air.

"You bastard...you can't...you can't do this...."

He kept struggling, but he was like a baby who couldn't resist.

And the next moment before the audience could react.

The golden electric light exploded at the tip of the gun, and the feeling of electric current sweeping through his whole body directly made Albert, who was still trying to fight to the death, lose consciousness for an instant. With the final finishing swing of the gun, his figure directly flew into the arena like a cannonball. central.

San withdrew his weapon, turned and left in silence.

The closed door was randomly split open in an instant.

The entire audience couldn't make any sound at this moment.

At this moment, they felt the absurdity.

It was like a car that was about to start misfiring for a split second.

The game ended naturally.

It took 5 seconds.

Chapter 9: A Useless Magic

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The clear lake water oscillated violently, and in a clearing in the forest, two figures collided with each other at high speed, and the waving swords followed like shadows, and there was a clanging sound in the air.

Suddenly, for some reason, the black figure who was originally at ease froze inexplicably, and a conspicuous flaw appeared.

But naturally he didn't let it go, a fierce wolf's spur pierced his heart.

"Successful!"

"……Dreaming."

The gentle voice was suddenly cold, and the speed of the whole body increased sharply in an instant, making up for the flaw just revealed and even using it to fight back.

Accompanied by a slash, the opponent's sword was slammed into the air, circled a few times in the air, and then stuck on the ground a few meters away.

Looking at the big sword across his neck, Sang held up the French military salute with a bitter face.

"I lost, damn it, I thought I had a chance this time."

Rubbing his black broken hair that seemed to have been uncut for a long time, after the 521st defeat, Sang felt that his mentality was about to be smoothed out.

It has been five years since I came to the world of Dark Souls.

five years!Five full years!Do you know how he got here in the past five years!

Learning swordsmanship from scratch for five years without taking a single day off is such a painful experience for Zhaijiapai, who didn't like sports since childhood.

But until now, he still couldn't pass the assessment of the undead team.

"Don't look sad, your progress is already considered good, it's better than the first day when you rolled around on the ground holding back your tears with a tense face, isn't it?"

"Gah! Don't talk about that time! And what do you mean it was just knocked? My bones are cracked, please take care of the little white flowers blooming in the small greenhouse."

Unfortunately, instead of coming directly to the main character like Destiny Undead or Ashes like the usual fan fiction, he is directly fleshed in, using the body of a living person.

No element bottles!You can't be resurrected even if you die!No bonfires either!Hell Mode in Hell Mode!

TMD!

At the very beginning, any wild monster in this world could cause his life to be in danger. He really didn't want to experience the despair of being chased and bitten for a kilometer by an ordinary wild dog that looked like a skeleton.

Compared with those undead who have thick skin and thick flesh, the remaining head can be picked up and revived, a tetanus cut by a broken knife can make him close his eyes and open his mouth, unable to start again.

There is no cheat, but at least he has a talent for magic. After he had the cheek to worship the old crystal crystal ally, an ally of the undead team, as his teacher, he was fortunate enough to directly learn the most profound crystal magic in the world, and he even found the lost magic country Ula when he was wandering around last year. Xilu's Golden Scroll.

Relying on his stealth, mimicry avatar and all kinds of deadly means, he finally found some confidence to survive in this dangerous world.

After taking off the strange triangular tower iron helmet, the senior who has been training for the past few years revealed a dry face full of wrinkles. Undead are rare women.

"That's why I say that you are already very good. You can push me to my full strength in only five years. This is something my son has not been able to do in 16 years of learning swords."

Sang's face froze, and he sighed deeply again.

"That ratio is quite good, but you... besides, big sister, you didn't use your full strength at all. The strength of the undead team is not displayed through a sword."

"Hmph, it's good to have self-knowledge. I'm afraid that you will jump up so high that you will be far away. What kind of magic is the illusion just now? It's really strange."

"It's a new magic I created recently, it's very powerful."

The inspiration came from a dream one night. He dreamed that he jumped down from a tall building. It was clearly an illusory imagination, but in an instant, he actually felt a unique feeling of falling.

The brain is amazing!

He was amazed, and in a burst of inspiration he created this illusion-manipulating magic.

"Actually, the usage is not limited to making people feel a sense of falling. It can also produce a sense of paralysis or delay people's moves. I am still researching how to produce the effect of phantom pain consciousness."

In principle, it is the simplest combination of spiritual suggestion and illusion. Due to the extremely fast and concealed relationship between the activation, as long as it is not prepared in advance, most people will not be able to react at all.

However, it is limited to this.

"Dealing with some living people and rational undead people may be used to find flaws, but most of the situations are still impossible to deal with. The enemies we face, the abyss will not stop because of illusions and fears. From here On the one hand, this is a magic with no real use."

"Uh... that seems to be the reason."

The Abyss, rioting humanity, is the main target they fight.Those eroded by the abyss will lose all sanity and become deformed monsters who only know destruction and pollution.

For those monsters whose souls are polluted, this magic is probably useless at all.

Damn, I accidentally thought with modern common sense again.

Looking at him who was sighing again and again, a somewhat ugly kind smile appeared on his withered face, but soon returned to his usual calmness.

She spoke suddenly.

"Sang, after so many years, you should know what we are fighting against and what we are doing. You should also know in your heart that you are probably... not suitable for this path. Although your talent with the sword is not bad, it is not at all. Less than [-]% of your magic talent, you are more suitable as a researcher than a warrior, as a human being, you will be injured and die easily, since you want to live, but why?"

"Why do you still want to join the undead team?"

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The divine power of the storm and thunder and lightning propped up the clouds and mist all over the sky, and the impact of gold and black made the ground tremble for miles.

The huge spear collided with the flowing sword blade constantly. With his strange and drifting swordsmanship, even the nameless God of War failed to gain an advantage in close combat.

Accompanied by the liberation of magic power, a huge crystallization gun tens of meters high descended from the sky, forming a prison cage to trap the feathered dragon in charge of the power of the storm deeply, no matter how hard it drives it, it cannot escape.

On the other side, after three days and three nights of Lien Zhan's thousands of rounds, he caught a rare opening. Thunder's spear broke through the crystal shield and stabbed fiercely at the heart of that black figure.

But at that moment, for unknown reasons, the nameless god suddenly trembled, and it was him who showed his flaws.