The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"San, we're leaving, get ready."

Dragging a huge bow that didn't fit a human figure, Sang turned his head and remained silent for a while, before making a request.

"... What's the point?"

For this request, the captain frowned, unable to understand his thoughts.

"Yes, but I can't tell..."

I don't know why, I just don't want to think.

"If not, can you give me some time to return to the team?"

"San, you are a member of Faran's Undead Squad, don't forget that."

Speechless, he nodded.

However, the captain did not finish his sentence.

"So, just do what you want, your choices matter."

"We all trust you."

So for the next three days and three nights, the undead team stayed here. They put down their swords and picked up shovels, and buried all the bones in this battle.

They had no sympathy for the despicable swordsmen of Kasas, no mercy for the country that touched the abyss, and no lofty feelings in their hearts, but even so, they still buried the entire sea of ​​people silently.

It is because they are connected by blood.

So be able to trust.

However, Hawkwood temporarily put down the shovel, looked at Sang who buried the corpses in the soil, and still thought incomprehensibly.

What is the point?

He asked directly, and got a rare answer with an endless riddle.

"Because it's important."

Finally, all the bodies were buried.

Except for the giant in the huge coffin.

After thanking everyone earnestly, Sang sprinkled a golden flower seed on the battlefield that was once covered with blood and corpses. The seeds were buried in the blood-stained red soil, constantly absorbing the nutrients from the bones below to grow.

At this time, he opened his mouth to explain the reason.

"These flowers can bloom with humanity and death as nourishment. Although they are so fragile that they can be easily crushed, as long as they are in full bloom, they can shine even in the dark, and they can also improve and reverse the land that has been eroded by the abyss. "

He waved his hand, and the magic of light accelerated the time of growth, so at a speed visible to the naked eye, a sea of ​​golden flowers covered the land, as brilliant as a sea of ​​gold, so beautiful and dreamy that even the undead team sighed.

No one could have imagined that before the sea of ​​golden flowers here was a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and hell turned into heaven in an instant.

Everyone sighed a little, but the eyes of the implementer were not moved at all.

He lightly pressed his hand on the coffin behind him, and said to himself.

"Actually, I just want you to praise me."

I also want to prove it to you.

Even in the blood-red black soil soaked in human nature, golden bouquets like stars can bloom.

The words were not heard by anyone.

And when he finally went back, Sang pulled the coffin on a cart, and after a few hours late with the team leader, he pushed the huge and heavy coffin to a slightly detoured route.

Looking at the back of the coffin that was struggling and pushing the coffin step by step, they felt an indescribable and profound loneliness, a hole that could not be filled with distance.

The blood is connected, but eventually drifts away.

At this moment, rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"……Ah."

When the raindrops hit the coffin and made a crisp sound, a haughty laugh that had been expected for a long time, whether it was an angry ridicule or a self-deprecating laugh, melted into the rain.

He went farther and farther.

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

And when he walked through a waterlogged mountain road, I don't know if it was fate again. The three Londor sisters who wanted to go to the ruins of Casas to see the situation happened to catch a glimpse of him in the distance.

Friede looked at him, and the scene he saw through the hazy rain screen was still fresh in his memory, and it continued to affect her thinking until the last moment of her life.

It was a miserable funeral procession with only one person, and the coffin was placed on an ox cart originally owned by Casas. The huge coffin was in stark contrast to the person pulling it, making people worry that he would be unable to support it in the next step.

The roof of the car built a simple awning with long leaves found along the way, but under the heavy rain, the ground was muddy, the wheels kept sinking every step of the way, and the awning was crumbling.

Desolate jets of water poured down on the coffin, soaking the flag covering it. It was a battle flag stained with blood and gunpowder smoke. It belonged to a country destroyed by the mourners. All the glory and heroism are in the past. Clouds and smoke, leaving nothing but desolate sorrow.

A huge bow with a broken string was placed on the coffin. Various understandable or incomprehensible names were engraved on the bow body, and it also hid his real name that he had never told anyone. No one can read the year again.

And that person, that crazy, that angry, that terrifying, that soldier of the Falan Undead Squad, walked in the rain as if fighting against something, and kept walking step by step, and the iron boots stepped into the soil to leave a deep impression footprint.

The armor and clothes on his body have not been replaced or repaired, they are all tattered, and there is no murderous or terrifying oppression anymore.

He felt tired, but never bent over.

The Undertaker walks in this world like a phantom in a dream.

"Good opportunity! Sisters, the situation is urgent, let's go and kill that monster!"

Yulia broke free from her momentary stupor, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to make a suggestion realistically.

But for some reason, the reactions of the other two were completely different from hers.

"How lonely..."

There was an exclamation in Friede's voice.

She remembered the first time she saw a god.

But Lilianne's eyes and expression were much more terrifying.

She looked at the figure melting in the rain with great joy and anticipation, that kind of fanatical appreciation and excitement, just like the deep desire of a writer when he is about to create the most satisfying work in his life, beyond death and everything everything of.

In her eyes, only that person remained.

"what……"

Yulia was a little baffled, and when she was about to speak, Lilianne seemed to have returned to her normal state.

"Hmm, your suggestion is not unreasonable, but there are also gaps. You have also seen the fighting power of the undead team. Londal can't confront them head-on now, so wait a little longer and wait for the next opportunity."

"not to mention--"

The corner of her mouth curled into a smile that looked so expectant that she almost danced.

"I have already chosen someone for the next king."

It's still raining.

Sang is still moving forward.

Step by step.

Until reaching the familiar but already unfamiliar high tower.

Finally he stopped, took out his shovel and dug a hole big enough to bury her.

Pushing the coffin in hard, he panted, and put his hands on the coffin for the last time.

He wanted to push her away, wanted to take another look at her, but he couldn't make up his mind after all.

The soil can only be covered one at a time.

His expression was calm, no sadness could be seen, but he was extremely persistent.

So is death.

Grief, just because you haven't accepted it, just because you haven't gotten used to it yet.

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Sighing, he spoke.

"Oops, although I have a hunch, but I am really a ruthless bastard."

The coffin was finally invisible, and the soil had already buried the existence of life.

In another 100 years, will anyone in the world remember that she existed?

After patting the clods tightly until they were tight, Sang took out the golden bouquet from his arms and put it down, and took a few steps back.

He closed his eyes and tried to outline her face in the darkness, but the result was clear but blurry.

Like a thin layer of fog, it is a curtain between life and death.

Life is so long. Compared with the time of fighting and thinking, the conversation and encounter with giants is just a short time, and it is just a short record engraved in life.

If the time is longer, the memory will be diluted, and even love and hate will be diluted.

Death is nothing more than that.

Clenched the palms tightly, and then slowly released them.

Turning around, the wind blew the graying black hair, and the rain finally stopped.

He steps, turns, and walks forward.

"But I really... still want to hear your voice, and talk to you again... even if it's a boring topic."

Dragon and Fire and Time

Chapter 94: Chernobog

Chernobog, one of the important towns in Ursas, was a new city built on the basis of the old city presided over by Marquis Boris more than 20 years ago.

It is completely different from the cold tundra. There are military police inside to maintain discipline, and there are troops outside to protect the people. Countless future pillars of Ursus are cultivated here, and the society has a basically stable order.

And in an inconspicuous toilet, accompanied by a teleportation light suddenly lit up, Sang, who finished his trip to Beiyuan, came to the city to complete the contract with Kelsey.

Practice makes perfect, he opened the door calmly, and was about to leave from here.

But by coincidence, there was the sound of pumping water next to it, and another figure just opened the door and came out.

"Ok?"

"........."

Mid-length dark brown hair that reaches to the shoulders, with a bright pink highlight on the right side, and cold blue pupils like winter in the tundra. Her young and delicate face and curvaceous figure prove her beauty gender.

The transfer was a bit wrong.

But it's just harmless, don't need to care about it.

Ignoring Ursus JK's gaze as if looking perverted, Sang calmly continued to walk towards the door.

"Wrong way, sorry."

"Hehe, go to the police station and explain."

Slightly surprised, the girl in front of her eyes showed a confident disdain, and she directly reached out to subdue him on the spot.

Obviously, regardless of age or gender, they are not dominant, and it seems that they have obvious confidence in their own skills.

While thinking, Sang turned sideways to avoid her arm grabbing her neck, then stretched out his finger like lightning and tapped her forehead.

"Goodbye."

Finally turned around and left.

But the girl who originally wanted to subdue him froze in place, staring fiercely at the leaving figure, her body trembling vigorously but unable to move, just like when sleeping late in winter, her body's instincts overwhelmed her. the will to act.

Illusion operations can also be used in this way.

"You bastard—wait for me!!!"

The roar of humiliation kept echoing in his heart.

Arriving in a new city, feeling the completely different architectural style and customs from the Great Knights, Sang took out his beloved Midi in the corner, and kept running around the streets to search for the target he wanted to find.