After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

"Give it up, Romani, there is no hope in this matter."

At two o'clock in the morning, the almighty man opened the door of the control room, and he saw a small light shining on the wall in the corner of the already dark room.An orange-pink young man wearing silent headphones is staring at the screen with rapt attention, and his fingers typing on the keyboard almost dance out afterimages.

It wasn't until Da Vinci stepped up and walked in front of him that the young man of a certain temporary acting director raised his eyes wearily.

"Leonardo, just let me use it for a while, just for a while, and only at this time can I not take up everyone's time."

"But how do you guarantee your health? During the day you have to monitor the existence of Debit and Mustard Seed, and at night you have to use a supercomputer to search for the traces of Isis. Do you think you are a superman?" Da Vinci lost his temper immediately. For one thing, "random soul transfer in that situation is a narrow escape, not to mention... what's more, at that time, Isis was already seriously injured."

"Merlin has personally gone to investigate, and there is no effective information to be obtained in the chaotic sea of ​​imaginary numbers. Even Galahad and Cainhurst have now been transferred to Chaldea... I know What happened to Maris Billy and Isis hit you hard, but, Romani, be realistic and turn your attention to the most important things, okay?"

"I just never imagined that the person I usually trust deeply will show such a face at that time..."

The young man slammed his fist on the computer desk, curling up into a ball.

"Leonardo, I know you're right, I just, I just...can't forgive myself."

"Although it will be painful, it's best if you can figure it out."

Da Vinci sighed, and when he was about to turn off the computer, a few lines of different data suddenly flashed out of countless data streams.

"Wait, Romani, hurry up and see what this data is!"

……

"In this way, only Tomb King Nite and Manus are left..."

The nameless undead pulled out the magic sword from the old witch's chest, and the king soul in the form of flame was also taken out and crushed with her movements. At the same time, the chaotic fire that had been boiling all day suddenly fell silent.

Turned into a hotbed of chaos, tormented by flames for hundreds of thousands of years, now only the old witch with a rickety body opened her eyes wide, exhaled her last breath slowly, and fell into a deep sleep contentedly.

The entire chaotic waste city of Izaris trembled violently, and the magma mixed with mud and bricks kept pouring down, as if it was under a scorching torrential rain.

The nameless undead man stepped on the fallen bricks lightly and rose to the ground with his toes.As a salary king who has burned hundreds of times, the magma flowing in the demon capital has not affected her at all. Even the demon holding a weapon panicked when she approached with lingering blood all over her body. Get out of the way.

When she stood on the cliff, looking down at Izaris, who had completely crumbled and destroyed, a giant scorching creature leaned over. Hot liquid continuously overflowed from the festering wounds on his arms, melting the surrounding land into magma.

The undead man turned his head and found that it was the youngest son of the old witch.

……

The old witch who was attacked by the fire of chaos gave birth to her last child.

And this completely innocent child has been festering since he was born. His sisters deeply sympathized with what happened to him, so they made an orange ring for him to alleviate the disease.However, foolishly he lost the ring right away.

When the flames of chaos broke out, a witch fled with this festering creature, but unfortunately died halfway, so this stupid creature stayed and guarded her sister's remains for life.

"Sister... sister... give..."

The festering creature propped up half of its body from the edge of the cliff, and an indistinct mixed sound came out from its severely corroded throat.The undead man dressed as the Izaris witch lowered his head, and found a bunch of ashes of flowers and plants on his outstretched hand.

The nameless undead suddenly found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the familiar sense of despair permeated his heart.

There has never been much hope in this world, and the so-called continuation of the initial fire is just delaying the time of death.

The orange ring that he had left behind was put back into his palm, and the festering creature, contented, held the ring tightly. Just as he was about to make a move, the cliff couldn't bear the heat and weight, and split in two.

Maybe, after rediscovering the ring and seeing his sister, this guy is very happy even though he was smashed to pieces in the magma?

The nameless undead pursed his lips, turned and left, and a huge flame storm engulfed the entire Izaris.

……

"Stupid apprentice, you... seem to be a little different from before, and your murderous intent has become stronger."

In Starscream's lair, the witches looked hesitantly at the apprentice who was covered in smoke, and for a moment they dared not approach him.

"Is there?" The nameless undead man forced a smile, his face under the hood couldn't see his expression clearly, "If you want to become the firewood to succeed King Gwen, you must collect firewood, and killing along the way is inevitable. I I'm sorry, everything is ruined for Izaris."

All three witches closed their eyes, and after a long time, she heard Clara's hoarse voice:

"Maybe it's best to destroy completely, thank you, my stupid apprentice, you did what I always wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Maybe, the moment you killed my mother, you were the new'old Witch' gone."

"Even if I inherit the identity of the old witch, this is really meaningless to a firewood that will burn out soon. Maybe...burning yourself and lighting up the world is the true destiny of the undead Right? However, how long can such a cruel practice continue in the world?"

The undead murmured in a low voice like a dream, and then raised his head as if suddenly awakened.

"Ah, I seem to have said something that shouldn't be said. By the way, the sick village is not a suitable place for you to live in. The fire of Izaris will burn here soon. Teachers, leave before it is destroyed."

"After all, we are also mother's daughters, and we will never be killed easily. But you, if you really make up your mind, then go on unswervingly."

"Of course I will. It's been seven hundred times, and it's already been seven hundred times. Every time, I chose to spread fire. Until now, I have never wanted to agree with Cass."

The undead man turned around calmly and stepped on the solid ground.

"I will not choose to be the Lord of Darkness."

"Don't die, my stupid apprentice."

Clara's sigh came from afar, and as the distance increased, it became more and more difficult to find.

……

Probably no one would have thought that there would be a road leading to the residence of Tomb King Nit in the cemetery behind the flame sacrificial site.

Go down the path covered with bones and jump off the cliff at the right time. After meeting a bald and skeleton blacksmith who takes pleasure in deceiving people, you can find the reclusive Tomb King Nit in the giant cemetery.

According to ancient legends, Tomb King Nit was the first person to find the king's soul from the fire, and he was also the first deceased in the world.During the ancient dragon war, the miasma of death it released endowed the ancient dragon and even all things with the concept of death, but after the ancient dragon war, it suddenly disappeared.

No one knows where it went. Some people even spread rumors that the Sun King Gwen killed Nit and devoured the soul of the Tomb King in this era of fading flames.But only the undead who went to the sky and fell into the earth and saw who cut whom knows, it just returned to the giant cemetery to die.

As the incarnation of "death", the tomb king Nite's hill-like skeleton body just lay quietly in the tomb. Compared with King Gwen who burned himself almost clean, the old witch who experimented with overturning the car, the king's soul that has not been consumed much is still there Stay well in the body composed of countless skeletons.

This may be the only nearly complete king soul she has seen after so many reincarnations.

The ground around Nit was covered with gray-white bones, and they woke up one after another after being stepped on by the undead, and formed small skeletons with weapons in their hands, rushing towards her continuously.However, the undead, who only had eyes for the king's soul, simply ignored these harmless miscellaneous soldiers, and directly caused a flame storm to envelope the entire tomb.

……

The violent flames naturally awakened the tomb king Nite, who seemed to be a little "wake up" and waved the big sword in his hand chaotically, sweeping down a group of small skeletons who came to help.

Judging from the appearance alone, Nite looks like a fat man in black fur, which looks a little cute.It's a pity that there are no truly harmless and cute things in this cruel world, such as the mushroom son and mushroom father who have fascinated her for a long time.

In order to keep the flames burning, and to end this endless emptiness, even if it is the tomb king Nite who is in full bloom, she must take away the king soul.

Just as she was waving her staff again, ready to challenge Nite like the countless reincarnations in the past, she caught an unexpected message in her ear.

"You are here again, undead, or should be said to be the king hunter."

In the gap between the sword dance, the will of the Tomb King Nit floated out from the huge pile of skeletons.

"This is the 700th meeting, or should I take the king's soul like before?"

The nameless undead man was taken aback, and floated back, leaving a long distance.

"Tomb King Nite, I thought you never spoke?!"

"That's just because I don't want to talk." The Tomb King's voice enveloped the giant cemetery, sounding muffled, "Death is always quiet and silent, just like sleep, so I don't need to speak."

"Then, Tomb King Nite, we have dealt with each other so many times, you should also understand why I came here for something?"

"Of course I know, you are here for the dead king soul, and you want to throw it back into the fire."

Tomb King Nite seemed a little disappointed, but it was really difficult for the undead to see any emotional fluctuations from the opening and closing skeleton faces.

"When Ge Wen told me that the flames were fading, I began to reflect on whether we did something wrong when we took the king's soul from the fire."

The author has something to say:

I feel that I still can't write one ten-thousandth of the charm of Soul 1. I can only say that Miyazaki's old thief is cheating, and the fragmented narrative of the Soul series is cheating.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Suzuki Falling Moon 20 bottles; Cecil 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!