After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

"... According to the legend, the destiny of the undead does not lie in the human kingdoms, but in Rhodeland, the legendary land. That's why I voluntarily came to the Northern Undead Court, which is here, and set foot on the residence of the ancient kings soil of……"

"...when the undead ring the three awakening bells, they will understand their true mission." Astra's Oscar gasped violently, his hand holding the bottle trembling slightly, "I was originally I want to accomplish this mission by myself, but you have also seen that the big devil in the courtyard beat me seriously..."

"I can already feel that my will is gradually fading, probably this time it really won't work. So I want to ask you one thing, that is, to entrust you with my mission, and to keep everything in me .Here, this is the element bottle, the treasure of the undead, as long as you are injured, you can use it to recover."

The black-haired prisoner took the glass bottle that seemed to be glowing, but was actually glowing, and the hot feeling from the bottle immediately made her cold body shiver.

It is as if what is stored in the bottle is not a liquid, but a flame.

The seriously injured knight was lying on the pile of rocks, watching this friend he met by chance put away the element bottle, it was hard for Oscar, who put on his armor, to tell whether he was relieved or reluctant, only his voice was as steady as ever, even with a little bit of relief .

"Take my things away, and go far away, I don't want to hurt you after I die... If my equipment can help you, that would be a great thing, although I failed to complete that mission , but my blessing is always with you."

The nameless prisoner simply took out a bunch of keys from his waist, and even took away the opponent's sword and shield.

She saw this kind of thing once when she was in prison. Back then, her roommate chose to commit suicide after completely losing her mind, but "she", who was clearly dead, stood up again shortly afterwards and attacked her frantically .After a heart-pounding struggle, she let her roommate return to rest.

If that roommate is also a so-called "undead person", then one can imagine what Oscar will become in the future.

In her heart, she didn't want Oscar, the person who helped him escape, to end up like this, so she turned back not long after, and built a small unwritten tomb on the spot for Astra's senior knight.

The light from the ceiling fell on the knight's tomb, looking very sad.

Oscar used to...he must have been a very remarkable person, right?At least, like many people here, he was not arrested and cursed the sky day after day, but walked in dignifiedly for his own ideals and mission.At least this courage has surpassed everyone here.

So, is it possible to be a brave person like him?

The nameless prisoner took one last look here and turned to leave.

……

The once majestic big-ass demon gradually lost his life under the sword, and an invisible substance gushed out from the pile of rotten flesh, temporarily filling the empty part of the soul, bringing extraordinary pleasure .The victorious prisoner couldn't help feeling a little complacent about "that's all" and "jumping and hacking to solve everything" in his heart, and he was full of expectations for future adventures.

The sledgehammer used to attack in the demon's hand was given up by her without regret.This kind of thing is huge, bulky, and very conspicuous. It has no use other than turning yourself into a living target. Besides, the sword and shield in your hand are enough for use, so you don't need to bring anything to add burden.

All in all, traveling light and maintaining dexterity is the number one priority.

Opening the door with both ease and caution, after searching the ground for items and souls, and finding a nest of crow eggs without parent birds, the black-haired prisoner inevitably walked away. Going up the narrower and narrower cliffs, I want to see if there is a passage below.

At this moment, a huge crow descended without warning, and its sharp claws flashing coldly stretched out, gently lifted the prisoner, and rode the wind across mountains and rivers.

……

The prisoner who thought he would be pierced by those claws was surprised to find that this too huge crow did not show any hostility at all, but diligently took her up into the sky.

The scenery under the sky was displayed at a glance, and the prisoner opened his eyes wide, trying to remember the scenery he saw, although she didn't know if she would be able to go to these places.

The whistling wind passed by her ears, and the crow spread out her arms, followed a secret and established route around mountains, cities and canyons, and finally gently placed her in a completely strange place.

"Oh, it's another new guy who came to die."

Before she trot to the campfire and sat down, a faint mocking voice sounded in her ear.

The prisoner immediately broke free from the bonfire, looked around vigilantly, and found a man in chain mail with a sword and shield at his feet in the corner.

"Excuse me?"

Through the previous conversation with Oscar, the escaped prisoner finally regained some communication skills.

"You don't need to care about me, I'm just a nameless loser, the greatest pleasure now is to warm up by the campfire and wait to die."

The guy who looked like a soldier sneered, then lowered his head, staring at the insect crawling over his toes, with a deep frustration on his expression.

The prisoner squatted on the ground and continued to stare desperately.

Strange man: ……………

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" The man huddled in the corner was furiously stared at by her, "I haven't asked you just now, what's your name, and where did you come to the Flame Sacrifice?"

"I don't have a name. I came from the Northern Undead Temple. Also, what is the flame sacrificial field? Is it here?"

"The Northern Undead House is really an annoying place... The undead who have forgotten their names are destined not to go too far in Rodland. I am afraid that you will be beaten by the zombie sword master there just after you arrive at Undead Town Crazy?"

Squatting by the campfire to warm up, three question marks immediately appeared on the head of a certain prisoner who was so comfortable that his eyes were squinted.

"???"

"What is Rodland? What is Undead Town? What is a living corpse sword master?"

"Are you really an undead? Or, where are you, a country bumpkin who came out of nowhere?"

"What is the undead? I've always heard my roommate and Oscar talk about it before, but I don't understand what it is..."

……

"I've convinced you. I don't know where the crow found a top quality like you."

The man she secretly named Bro Xinxin looked at her like an idiot.

"You don't know anything, do you?"

The dark-haired prisoner tilted his head in thought, then admitted rather shamelessly.

"That's right, I really can't remember many things, so just tell me."

"..."

The frustrated brother in the corner covered his face, looking like he couldn't bear to look directly at him, but for some reason, she always felt that this guy was happy to talk to him.

"Oh my God, how did you escape from the Northern Undead Court? To such an extent that the memory is forgotten, the general undead have already changed from normal people to irrational wandering souls. Why do you still look so energetic? Are you articulate?"

After nagging and talking a lot, the discouraged brother who found himself playing the piano to the cow scratched his head with a headache, expressing his headache for this new "wonderful".

"Forget it, let me tell you from the beginning, anyway, you look like a blank slate. If you are let out like this, I am afraid that you will be gone within two steps."

So the good baby received a big gift package of friendship and common sense from the novice guide NPC Brother Xinxin.

……

In the very beginning, the world was undifferentiated, shrouded in a thick fog, and the only things that existed were trees, rocks, and immortal ancient dragons.

Suddenly one day, a group of flames suddenly appeared in the ground, illuminating the world.

Cold and heat, light and darkness, life and death, are born out of this world.

At this time, several species born in darkness were attracted by the fire, and found the king's soul near the fire.They are: the original dead--Nit, the witch of Izaris and the daughter of chaos, the sun king Gwen and his knights, and the nameless dwarf that no one has ever seen.

They gained the power of the king and began to challenge the former master of the world - the ancient dragon.

With the help of Heath, the scaleless white dragon, Gwen and his army pierced through the immortal scales of the ancient dragon with a miraculous thunder, the witch of Izaris burned the ancient wood with a fire storm, and the original dead Nite released the miasma to lay victory.

With the concerted efforts of all, the era of fire began.

But this has long been an old-fashioned legend. Since the flame has a heyday, it will also go out.At that time, the whole world will completely lose its light and enter the long night.

And now, in the age of waning flames, the gods have vanished, and the world is slowly slipping away.

……

"...The so-called undead are those poor fellows who are cursed by fate and become immortal."

Brother Huxin squinted at the rookie who had just arrived, and felt an indescribably familiar feeling in his heart.

I always feel that, in an impression that seems to be hallucinatory, this guy should be a god blocking and killing gods, and a Buddha blocking and killing Buddhas. There is no creature in the world that she can't chop.

Instead of being like now, even the skin of the whole body is crumpled and attached to the skeleton, a miserable appearance of being drained of humanity.

"Whether it's ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, or five horses dismembering the corpse, no matter how tragic the death is, they will be bound and reborn beside the campfire. Undead have no hometown. Their hometown has always been only the campfire."

"Then how do you distinguish between the living and the undead?"

"The easiest way is to die and see. Those who can be resurrected must be undead, and those who cannot be resurrected are living people. Of course, there is another mark of undead, and that is the ring of darkness."

"Below your collarbone, is there a ring-shaped imprint? That is the ring of darkness. All the memories, feelings and obsessions belonging to 'people' will gradually pass away from it, and even the soul will eventually leave the body...Someone It is said that this is the curse of the gods, cursing all those who do not respect the gods, but I think that if the Sun King Gwen has the ability to curse everyone, the flames will not decline to this extent, right?"

The prisoner squatting by the bonfire couldn't help but feel under the collarbone, there was indeed a ring there.At the same time, she heard the frustrated brother laughing at himself:

"Hmph, in Rhodeland, the land of ancient kings, there are basically no living people."

The author has something to say:

This chapter basically explains the setting of Black Soul, but the plot... For example, who did the Sun King's daughter Gwen Avia marry and where did she marry? It’s not Gwyndolin’s mother, what’s the relationship between Dragon Girl Priscilla and Soul 3 Yuer Shika and Missy… Soul scientists can fight themselves.

There is no exact conclusion in the game about where the Dark Ring is, so I had to open the second setting myself.

PS: So the magical attribute of Isis in this life is quite pure "fire"~~~

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