After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

The black-haired woman clasped the wall in boredom, watching the water droplets flowing down from the roof, moistening the withered moss.

I don't know how long it has been since I came to this ghost place.The sky outside is always half-dark dusk, neither full night nor dawn shining on the horizon.

And the place she was in was, to be honest, a bit shameful, a prison.There is not only her in the prison, but also a roommate with the same disease.

After falling from the sky and smashing a big hole in the roof, the roommate in the original room accepted her without saying a word, and taught her the local lingua franca patiently.Although the ceremonial dress carried around her neck was either reduced to ashes or disappeared, at least there was still someone willing to protect her.

At first her poor roommate was able to say a few words to her, repeating that she was a conjurer from the Everglades and was caught in the northern prison while traveling the world.

However, the roommate seems to have fallen to the street now, his whole body is pitifully shriveled, almost only a piece of skin wrapped in a bony skeleton remains, lying on the ground, his eyes have lost all expression.

In the last stage of her illness, this rare best friend said that she didn't want to hurt her, so she committed suicide with her own weapon called "Spellfire".

All that was left was the equipment she wore, and a simple ring that she treasured but couldn't tell its origin.

After that, she spent a long time in prison alone.

At first, she still wanted to carve marks on the wall according to the time of the solar watch, but later on, even she lost the desire to keep time.No matter how many days passed, the sky outside was always fixed at dusk, as if the entire prison had frozen in time.

It's not that I haven't thought about contacting Chaldea, but every time I send out a signal, there is no reply.

Like a lone goose strayed from the flock, no matter how desperately it flaps its wings, it can't find its way back.

It seems that there is only one thing left for the rest of my life, and that is to die silently and then rot.

The heavy footsteps of the unknown giant outside the wall sounded endlessly, causing the sand and sand from the ceiling of the cell to fall rustlingly, mixed with the moaning and gasping that were vaguely present in other cells. It became a symphony called despair.

If you let Mozart come over, you must be very happy to find inspiration again, right?

Hey, who is Mozart?What is Chaldea?Probably some unimportant person?

The black-haired prisoner tapped his head and found that he forgot more and more things.

However, in such an isolated and completely lonely environment, where reality and fantasy are intertwined, and reason and delirium coexist, who can tell whether the person who appears in the mind really existed?

Instead of digging out those shadows, it is better to listen to the sound of the iron boots of the guards outside.

……

Accidents and surprises often come inadvertently.

A black shadow was suddenly thrown down from the big hole above the head, and at the same time, the same white light cluster as the conjurer's body floated on the shriveled body.

The appearance of white light clusters often means that there is something.After her unknown roommate committed suicide, this thing also floated on her body. When she reached out and touched it, she could even feel the weight of her roommate's soul falling into her palm.

At first she was taken aback, but then she gradually became numb.

The prisoner in the prison raised his head towards the source of the sound, and then saw a guy in fine armor pointing at the thrown corpse to her, motioning for her to take the light ball on it.

Then this guy was hit somewhere by a flying hammer.

Good luck to the guy.

The prisoner prayed heartlessly, and took the key hanging from the mummy's waist without slow movements.

God knows how the prison here was built, whether it was broken with bare hands or bombarded with spells, it remained motionless, as if it was imbued with some kind of immortal magic.Without the corresponding prison key, it is impossible to escape from the cage.

The black-haired prisoner stretched out his hand tremblingly, turned the key around to the outside lock, and turned it hard.

After the harsh scratching sound, the rusty key broke inside, but the cell door thankfully bounced open.

The prisoner looked at the "strange clothes" that were about to turn into rags, and decided to touch the corpse.

Compared with the rags of poor quality, the quality of the roommate's equipment is more solid and durable. On the way to escape, of course, it is best to search for everything that can be used!

Putting the ring on his hand, stuffing the magic fire and other messy things that he didn't know how to use into his pocket, the black-haired prisoner stepped out of the door.

……

The environment in the prison was as dark and damp as ever, rats were rampant, shriveled corpses were everywhere, and there was even a guy who lost his mind and grabbed her ankle when she walked by.

The consequence is of course that the opponent directly cut off his hand with the edge of the broken sword.

Hearing the sigh of the other party exhaling his last breath, a wave of unknown things poured into his body, and after being satisfied for a while, it brought a great desire for hunger.

This is not enough, I want more.

The black-haired prisoner shook his head, suppressed his thoughts and continued to move forward. Then, after stepping out of the cell, he saw a strange thing.

It was a bonfire with a long sword in it.

In the few common senses she retained, it was firewood that kept the flame burning, not the stacked bones, and there would be no spirally twisted sword inserted on it.

The flames on this bonfire have been extinguished, and only the reddish embers are left to keep the temperature alive.

An irresistible longing suddenly surged in her withered and shriveled heart. She walked over like a demon, lit the bonfire, and then sat down beside the bonfire with peace of mind.

The hazy mist suddenly shrouded, and the fatigue accumulated for a long time seemed to be released in this instant.

The prisoner opened his eyes wide, feeling that his soul was being dragged, flying past the large blocks of color, and finally stopped in a strange place.

……

This is an extremely magnificent place with a sense of destruction and sacredness at the same time.

Equipped with heavy armor, the heavy sword, long-handled ax and shield in his hands were also scorched black, walking steadily and slowly on the intricate road, and the iron boots splashed a large amount of smoke.

The prisoner's soul floated in the air, looking at the knights curiously, and finally saw the contents of the armor when the knights passed through them.

There are not any human beings in it, but a lot of white ash that fills the entire armor.After being turned into ashes, these dedicated knights have dutifully guarded this secret land that has not been visited for a long time.

At the end of the gray passage, deep in the ground, there is a small cave, so narrow that it can only accommodate one person and a campfire.

The prisoner's soul floated over, and saw the back of a tall and burly king wearing a crown and holding a huge sword.Even though the muscles had been scorched black and dry, and the hair had become snow-white, the unknown king still exuded a heart-wrenching kingly aura all over his body.And the king stared at the bonfire in front of him obsessively, as if everything was out of his mind.

The appearance of that bonfire was no different from that of the bonfire in front of the gate. It was also weak and dying, like a candle that was about to go out, or a terminally ill patient.Even so, the flame was still struggling to dance, trying to illuminate the world.

Layers upon layers of dense white ash spread out with the bonfire as the center, forming ripples on the ground similar to water waves.Although the flames are now weak, it is not difficult to imagine the magnificent scene when the fire was at its peak.

"The initial fire..."

The wandering soul couldn't help murmuring silently, leaned over like a tired bird returning to its nest, and then woke up suddenly.

……

The escaped prisoner carried the straight sword he had just picked up, walked down the damp and dirty corridors of the prison again with a gloomy expression, and chopped open several living corpses who wanted to sneak up on her.

Just now I thought there were no enemies in that big square, so I hurriedly wanted to open the door, but was sat down by a guy who fell from the sky, and finished playing. Fortunately, I met that magical bonfire before, and I was resurrected in got there.

Then she made mental preparations there for a long time, opened the door again and ran out, but she didn't have the courage anymore to pick up the green light ball under the big butt devil's butt.

The heavy stone ball rumbled and shook the corridor, and with a bang, it knocked the stone ball in front of it into a big hole.

Holding the broken sword, the prisoner looked at the path the stone ball had traveled, and finally came to the conclusion that if he stood in front, he would turn into meat sauce on the spot.

Behind the wall where the stone ball crashed, a new path appeared.Driven by strong curiosity, the prisoners planning to escape tiptoed in.

……

It wasn't all smooth sailing behind the wall. After dealing with a few guys with weapons in their hands who didn't know if they were human beings, the prisoner finally saw someone who seemed to be able to communicate with them.

"Ah, you are not a wandering soul. That's great, can you get closer, I have something to ask you"

The knight lying on a pile of rocks tried to move his shield away and waved to her.The dim light shone on him through the breach, and the fine armor reflected silver light.

"I'm sorry for letting you see me in such a mess." The knight stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, but his body remained motionless, as if he was seriously injured, "I am Oscar of Astra, a senior knight, May I ask who you are?"

"I……"

The prisoner, who had been locked up in prison for an unknown number of years, spoke jerkyly, only to find that his voice was hoarse and deep, terrifyingly hoarse.

Countless names whizzed past her mind, some were men's, some were women's, and there were some titles whose origins and genders could not be distinguished... But she just couldn't find one that belonged to her.

"...I don't have a name."

Oscar was obviously taken aback, and then took out a bottle of orange liquid in a light green glass bottle from his bag.

"Forget it, there is no name without a name. Undead people always forget a lot of things. Although it is rare for names to be forgotten, it is not impossible. Immortality often represents a mission. With such a mission, even if the name is forgotten It doesn't matter."

"Since the world has gone dark, there has been an old legend in my family."

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