The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

So it is.

he thought.

The broken sound barrier couldn't catch up to the arrow that surpassed everything.

In the next second, it pierced the king's body and nailed him to the cold throne.

The wave of death exploded in an instant, and the remaining skeletons around him continued to shatter like falling apart, and fell to the ground one by one like dominoes, until the kingdom in his eyes became endless again.

"I said..."

"Casus will die twice in the dust."

The thunder and lightning in his hand dissipated, and Sang calmly responded to his words.

And after the silence, the dark kingdom was broken again, and they returned to the silent tomb.

With the shattering of the armor, the power of the demon in Warnier's body began to leak out, crazily eroding the surrounding dimensions and spaces, and had a more intense reaction than white phosphorus touching water, but at this moment, neither of the two people present cared .

"...Ah, it seems so."

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At this time when everything is a foregone conclusion, the king admits his defeat.

"It's your victory, and it's also my end."

It is a more tragic defeat than in the world of black souls, and it will not continue to extend any remaining endings.

"After all, I was shaken, which also means that I was wrong..."

Lost in millimeters, a thousand miles.

When everything was a foregone conclusion, he sorted out the reasons for his failure for the last time.

Shaken by the man's words and will, he chose to fight, chose to pursue victory to give himself an answer, and gave up the continuation of Kasas.

Finally, I still don't want to admit it.

A legendary and lonely life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but he didn't care about it. He just continued to think about the unanswerable doubts in his life on the throne.

[If my way is wrong, where is the right way and where should I go]

【Or, there is no way in the world】

Suppressing the fragments of demons that were gradually going crazy, even though he was eroding the resistance of his thinking and will, he still grasped every minute of his thinking.

"You should be able to feel that the power of the demons in my body has begun to run amok. When they break free from my body and collide with the reality dimension, this underground cemetery will also be taken away by me."

"But before you go, take the spoils."

Warnier stretched out his hand, and a golden soul as dazzling as the sun appeared in his hand and was thrown towards Sang. The huge force could burn his palm even through the air.

Sang held it calmly, and looked at the dying overlord in front of him.

Looking at him the same way, after being silent for a while, Warnier asked.

"Where did my path start to go wrong?"

"From when you met that woman."

"Lilianne... Indeed, it seems that that wicked woman has also left a deep impression on you."

Several flashes of reminiscence appeared in Overlord's eyes.

"Even so, I still don't regret that she found me. After all, I think that no matter what, people have to move forward."

"As long as you keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend, and you shouldn't stop at the end, right? I can see that you are very similar to me at the beginning."

San frowned, revealing instinctive displeasure and disgust, but Warnier let out a pleasant laugh.

"How much you hate me, but I didn't expect that a person like you would have such an expression. It's a joy to be the last aftertaste before death! Hahaha."

He didn't ask San for his answer.

Because there will be no response, and his life does not need other people's answers as a summary.

Sang snorted softly, looking at Warnier who was about to explode, the golden light of the road home wrapped around him.

Naturally, he would not bid farewell to his enemies.

And at this last moment, Warnier, who was constantly thinking, suddenly asked a question in a somewhat confused and unwilling voice.

"Hey, do you remember her face?"

It's like asking a question, and it's like asking and answering yourself.

Sang froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

His figure disappeared.

In the tomb accompanied by silence, only the dying Overlord remained.

After losing the suppression of the soul, the energy of the demon was finally unable to be suppressed, and large cracks appeared in the armor at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still ignored the endless pain and spiritual erosion caused by the demon. For a moment, Warnier was still thinking.

At the last moment, he still thought about his mother's face, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was the burnt face.

A helpless sigh echoed in the silent space.

He looked up, complex emotions burning in the darkness.

"Mom..."

Accompanied by the last sentence.

All destroyed.

Chapter 93: Flowers Blooming in the Winter of Suffering

Amidst the shock of the demon explosion, the Kasas Dynasty, which should have wiped out the entire land in the future, ushered in the final curtain.

Sang silently watched the second end that he had forged.

Then, his gaze turned to another person.

The burning embers have been extinguished, and the blood has already drained away. The crystals of the origin stone are still growing in the cold wind, until the ore patient is completely transformed into a new origin stone. In his arms, the cold skeleton is also It has been covered by the origin stone and connected together.

From now on, the two will never be separated again.

The dawn slowly rose in the sky, and the bright light broke the dawn, announcing the coming of a new day.

"Because of your enlightenment, countless lives were spared, and you were able to survive this long cold night. You have paid for your sins and walked the path you should go. From now on, you will have the crown of righteousness Crowning you."

After a moment of silence in the wind and snow, he spoke again.

"Neither there nor here, however, does the soul have an imaginary home."

"After all, your achievements will not be known by anyone. In the eyes of those people, you are still a down-and-out proud nobleman, an infected person who can be laughed at loudly, and the dross of a person who is not worthy of sorrow."

"But at least I will remember your name."

Stretching out his hand, Vornier's fiery soul, which is equivalent to a great hero, appeared in his hand.

As long as he absorbs it, his strength should be restored to a level close to that of the Salary King.

but--

"Only your soul, your memory, I don't want to see anything."

incredible.

In the next moment, Sang actually directly crushed that huge soul.

And on his other hand, something was sprinkled on the snow field by his wave.

Bits of light from broken souls seeped into this land that bred countless sufferings, and from that cold, hard, painful land, something broke free and howled towards the dawn.

........................

And when you wake up in the morning.

Everyone gathered together, their faces were shocked or they stood there in a daze, gathering more and more like ants piled next to honey.

On the empty house where the lonely noble lived, there were countless flowers piled up. The pure white flowers seemed to fall with the snow, burying the whole house in the snow.

Shining gold coins were placed on everyone's door or eaves, and the silent flowers were blown up by the wind along with the snowflakes, covering this barren land in the extreme north, sprinkling this hope to this place like silent rain. A cold winter.

It was like a miracle.

People silently stared at the space in front of them, which seemed to be cut off from the world, showing reverence for sacred things. No one swept the thick tapestry to open the door, and the elderly prayed together.

Towards the flower that blooms in the bitter winter.

In the distance, a team wearing thick padded jackets and cloaks was advancing in a snowstorm, and the leading Custer woman showed a particularly complicated expression about the destination she was about to arrive at.

"Eldest sister, why don't we bypass it, it's not good to affect your sadness."

"I'm not so fragile. Seeing it again will only make my will stronger."

One of the cadres of the integration movement, Frost Star of the Snow Monster Squad led took a deep breath, and continued the search after he had made up his mind.

Although she said so, her mood was not uncomplicated for the miserable world that took away the lives of her relatives and accumulated her suffering since birth, but it didn't mean that she was indeed mentally prepared.

But when she really came to that place, she stopped breathing for a moment, seeing the scene in front of her, even her heart couldn't help but stop beating.

The same is true for the members of the Snow Monster Squad. They stare and open their mouths, no matter how good a fighter they are, what kind of suffering they have experienced, and what kind of will they have honed.

But at this moment, they were completely shocked by the scene they saw.

A sea of ​​golden flowers blooms all over the mountains and plains.

Just like a miracle, it blooms in this extreme northern snowfield.

All the misery and sorrow of the past are buried deep underground, while the bouquet keeps blooming on top of the ruins, absorbing and dissolving the pollution from the demons below.

This is a magical, dreamlike reality. Frost star pinched the face of the snow monster next to him, only to wake up amidst its painful cries.

She took a few steps forward, as if being attracted by a magnet, for some reason her nose was sore, and in order not to be frostbitten by tears, she resisted and shrank back.

What she wants to see in her life's struggle and fight is this sea of ​​flowers.

If this is a dream, let me sleep longer.

She reached out and touched the flower.

But at this moment, the target they were looking for was also walking in a snowstorm.

He was wrapped in thick white bandages, part of the unwrapped area showed scorched skin, and he held a broken gun with a handle like a walking stick with his only remaining hand. Guided by a deer, he walked in the wind. Continue to move forward with difficulty in the snow.

"Go slowly, Alina. Instead of fleeing, we still have to find a way to go to Chernobog now. We must stop that snake and make the integration movement completely unrecoverable."

"Yo~yo~"

"That's right, we have no way to get in like this. If we can't get through the door, there's nothing to stop it. Damn, it's just an invisible mimicry that can be solved. It would be great if that person was there. "

But at this moment, the deer was dexterously jumping on the snow, but suddenly found something, and stopped to dig the ground.

"Huh? Do you want to go to the toilet? Then I avoid it?"

The dark pupils showed quite helpless human feelings, ignored him, lowered its head, and dug out a roll of book paper in the snow.

The man let go of the broken gun, reached out to take the thing, and his only remaining one eye widened suddenly.

"This! Damn it! Ge Wen is on top!!"

He spread out the roll of paper and was stunned.It happened to be Chernobog's customs clearance document, and there was a ticket in it.

Walking in the wind and snow, the traveler's footprints leave a deep footprint, following the agreement with Rhodes Island, and stepping towards the constantly moving city in the distance.

Even in his heart, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional after a long period of revenge that had lasted so long that even hatred had dried up.

The road to the future is still long, hopeless with no end in sight, and lonely like an endless marathon.

But anyway, he thought to himself.

I should be fine.

The cold wind was blowing towards his face, he suddenly remembered someone's smile, shook his head wordlessly, and his pace quickened a bit.

No matter where you are.

The Undead Squad is still on the move.