The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"You don't think it's enough, do you? Ren, pay the money and deliver the goods, just do it."

The picket he called Rennes sneered twice, and spoke in a rather arrogant tone.

"Oh, why don't you just say it? You said that, Captain Jinrak, as if you were still the captain. You know, I did something for a lowly infected person, and I sneaked out at night to make a deal with you Well, that's your attitude."

Jin Lak gritted his teeth, made a sound like squeezing empty toothpaste, lowered his head and spoke.

"Ren, just as I beg you, please hurry up and complete the deal with me, delaying time is meaningless to you, right?"

Smiling in satisfaction, Ren threw a document to him from his arms, and Jin Lak hurriedly caught it, but there were still a few scattered on the ground, and he had to squat down to pick them up.

He quickly sorted it out and confirmed it, accurate to every detail, heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was correct, and then raised his head with an angry face.

"you!"

"What are you?"

Ren shook the ticket in his hand and looked down at him condescendingly.

"When I was in the team, I saw that you were unhappy. You used your status to order us to do things all day long. Now the feng shui has finally taken a turn. Captain, this feels really cool, don't you think so?"

His expression twisted for a while.

"—give me the ticket."

In the end, Jin Lak still held back.

Ren laughed happily twice, and opened his mouth to laugh.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Then...you call daddy and I'll give it to you."

"Ursas swears xxxx! I'm fucking giving you shame, right! Do you think I can't kill you now?"

The power of origin stone skills began to emerge. Looking at the twisted complexion of Jin Lak, the picket Ren did not show any panic on his face. He picked up the ticket and made a gesture of tearing it up, speaking arrogantly.

"Okay, you can kill me, and the picket brigade will come to your door. All your efforts will be wasted, and then you and your family will die in the mine, young master."

"I'm not forcing you to bark, but you won't lose a piece of meat if you bark. No one here can hear you. Smart people know how to choose."

There was a mocking light in his eyes, the ticket, which was less than one percent of the value of his trading property, was so difficult to touch at this moment.

Even in the face of the soul-devouring evil spirits and a strong man like Sang, his head, which remained arrogant and neither humble nor overbearing, stiffly lowered bit by bit.

Grit your teeth.

"……father."

"Ugh!!!"

Ren smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, like a pair of warm father and son, then he took the ticket and patted Jin Lak's face, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

After picking up the money bag and putting it in his pocket, he opened the door, laughing and disappearing into the night.

"I'm going back before the camp closes. You know what to say and what not to say. This is our last meeting, dear Captain Jinrak."

The door was closed so hard that the whole room was shaking.

The last laugh came softly through the crack of the door.

"Hey, it's fun."

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The fists were clenched tightly, and the nails pierced into the flesh, bleeding.

San's figure appeared.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Only one ticket."

Jinrak sighed deeply.

"It's a ticket for two."

In the next week, a mobile city would approach and stop for a while, and taking this opportunity, with the things in his hand, he could send Sophia in.

Group {chat/*:@%wife%}wu|%slip}|one}three#$three++[-]~+two<slip "But where are those two people going now?"

He looked at Sang, and after the experience just now, most of the arrogance in his tone seemed to be worn away.

"I don't know who you are, and I'm not interested in knowing, but I want your help, please help me find that stupid woman, I beg you."

He took out the embers from his arms, and slowly lowered his head towards Sang.

San was silent.

He stretched out his hand, but didn't catch the fire.

Just spread Jinrak's hand and take out some of his blood.

Then he closed his eyes and chanted an ancient miracle, the blood began to surge, first moved to the northeast for a certain distance, and then froze directly, and this phenomenon made Sang frowned.

This miracle can trace blood, can point to the direction of one's own blood relatives, and this reaction...

"How about it?"

"Worst outcome."

Sang opened his mouth and pointed to the ground.

"In the catacombs of Casas."

Chapter 76: Hunting Knight Zorig

"The Catacombs of Kasas... what's that?"

Sang didn't answer, and after bowing his head and thinking for a while, he spoke.

"If the pregnant woman is pregnant, it is probably taken away as a living sacrifice. It is nothing new."

In that cruel world where slavery has not been abolished, there are countless strange religious sacrifices and cruel ceremonies, not to mention a country like Casas full of murderous lunatics and dark magicians. A special symbol of life, this sort of thing should come as no surprise.

"What a joke! What living sacrifices! Where is the cemetery?"

Jin Lak laughed back angrily, but asked with gritted teeth.

Ignoring his anger, San calmly shakes his head.

"You don't need to know too much, I will go, and if it is still alive and normal, I will send the victim back."

Although the chances of surviving are not great.

"... Tsk! Tell me. No matter how dangerous the place is, I have to go. That stupid woman is my wife! My wife! I'm going to save her even if I die."

And if she died, he didn't mind dying there together.

Black flames burned in the amber pupils, and the will in them was absolutely serious.

San looked at him and was about to speak.

But suddenly turned his head and looked at the pitch-black snow field.

The abyss-stained black wolf knight sword was tightly held in his hand.

"Hide away."

"what--"

He opened his mouth, opened the window and jumped out of the room like a swift wolf in the next second.

The vast wind and snow rolled up a burst of frost, and the dark night could not see the slightest light until the clouds covering the moon were blown away by the wind. Under the cover of the dark moon, walking half a hundred meters away from the entrance of the village, two trees standing on the snowfield stood. Dao's figure appeared in the moonlight.

One was wearing a triangular iron helmet, holding a claw-shaped short knife and a large sword, and an old crimson cloak was constantly fluttering under the wind and snow.

The other man was wearing heavy and fine black iron armor, holding a large black iron shield in his left hand, while his right hand was equipped with a conspicuous and weird weapon.

It was a huge door-like sword, which looked like an unfinished piece of black rock, exuding a sense of weight.

It is said that this is a weapon used by ancient rebels, but because it is too heavy, no one can use it, so it has been forgotten in the torrent of history.

But when Kassus conquered the four ancient kingdoms, a warrior with unparalleled valor and strength chose that sword and made it famous.

And that soldier is him!

【Knight hunter Zorig】

But looking at the ominous steeple iron helmet, there was a dull voice under the pitch-black armor, but it contained suppressed anger and unhappiness.

"Fran's undead team, it's you again! Are you madmen with wolf blood trying to stop Casas' great journey again?"

San didn't speak.

He looked at the blood flowing to his feet.

At Zorig's feet, there was a dead body cut in half, with a horrific shape. It was the picket Ren who proudly left with money not long ago.

He raised his head, his crimson pupils seemed to be burning with an inextinguishable flame.

At the same time, seeing those eyes, Zhuolige couldn't help but startled.

"You...it's you! The monster who slaughtered our army with despicable means! It's you!"

The surrounding ground began to shake continuously, and with the voice of Zorig getting agitated because of emotion, Sang also focused his eyes on him.

"...I remembered."

He said.

"In that war, I killed you."

Old memories are awakened at this moment.

In the royal capital of Kasas at that time, on the front and back battlefields, the undead team launched a surprise attack on them to destroy the country.

On the battlefield on the left, all of Fran's forces were concentrated here, and countless Gulu gushed out like a dark ocean. Elder Gulu, who led them, released an evil red spell. Wave after wave of magic blows.

The phantom throwing guns of countless ghosts blocked all possible advances. Under the cover of these attacks, the undead army armed with big swords and short knives tore apart their most elite troops like hot knives cutting butter, leading Huanglong directly to the overlord's throne.

Due to the division of military forces and the unexpected concentrated onslaught of the opponent, their support time was much, much less than expected, and it was not even a protracted war.

But why?

Why can't the army on the right support the raid of the whole army on the left?

the answer is--

Because of the existence of a person.

Just because of the existence of one person.

All of their 7 troops died on the battlefield on the left, at the hands of a monster.

The purple black smoke blocked all the routes leading to the battlefield on the left, and if one tried to forcefully break through, an absolutely terrifying phenomenon would happen.

First, the whole body was frozen with frost and the body was stiff, and then the horrible bleeding poured out from everywhere like a funnel, and highly poisonous pustules appeared on the body, and finally the body surface broke through the dark black crystals, and exploded like a bomb in the next second.

Even the Casas Legion, which has been fighting all the year round, has rarely seen such a cruel and desperate death, and they can't help but feel fear of this horrible death.

But before they could come up with a solution, the monster started to swing the sword. His figure was invisible and could not be seen with the naked eye. All he could barely see was the red blood mist emanating from the inner potential.

Along with his progress, human heads and severed limbs were scattered everywhere. Thunder and flames tore apart the team continuously. The blue crystal gun pierced hundreds of people's bodies without stopping. That monster just couldn't stop killing everywhere.

What's even more frightening is that the Kasas fighters, who have a numerical advantage and have been fighting all the year round, can detect attacks from the opponent with their intuition and instinct, and even risk their lives to fight back.

No matter what kind of wound was left, even if he was lucky enough to cut off his hands, feet or even half of his jaw, all the splashed flesh and blood would return in the next second, just like turning back time.

Then he was brutally slaughtered in surprise and disbelief.

He, Zorig, claims to be fearless in frontal battles, but facing this invisible monster, even if he has a headache and panic, he can't do anything. Moreover, because of the relationship between armor and weapons, he is not good at speed like other swordsmen .

So he ordered everyone to form a group to protect the back from showing any flaws, and wanted to reduce casualties in this way.

But instead it gave the opponent a chance, the miracle of peaceful walking made everyone in the group lose their high mobility, and then the black smoke appeared, and the soldiers who were crying and trying to escape were devoured in despair.

In just a few hours, there were corpses all over the battlefield, and the accumulated blood and corpse odor could even be felt through his armor.

"Come out for me! You have the ability to fight me head-on! You despicable wolves, do you only dare to use such shameful and disgusting methods?"

The moment he spoke in despair, a strong murderous intent locked his throat.