After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

The undead who didn't know that their network cable was ruthlessly cut off by the God of the Dark Moon are still in Ulasiru, and in front of them are the residents of Ulasiru who have been eroded by the abyss, their heads are extremely swollen, and their behavior is crazy and disorderly.

The once elegant and majestic corridors and halls are now only ruined ruins, and the residents who escaped from Ulasiru are still inevitably affected by the abyss, and turned into irrational monsters in extreme pain.

Before being eroded by the abyss, Ulasilu used to be a country with extremely prosperous magic. Almost everyone knew a little bit of magic. Even the delicate and innocent princess like the Darkness could use the branches of Ulasilu's white tree to release mimetic magic.But the diligent pursuit of magical knowledge also brought disaster to this prosperous country.

The people here believed the degenerate ancient dragon, that is, the lie of the world serpent, and kept digging the ancient ruins underground, and finally dug up the tomb of Manus, which caused Manus to mutate and released the abyss.

Wet, viscous and warm objects spewed out from the ground, and the moment they came into contact, everything began to rot and wither.The magic that the Ulasiru people were once proud of was helpless in the face of something called the abyss, and the entire country was instantly eroded by the sticky and dark abyss.

……

The farther you go, the more residents of Ulasiru you encounter. From time to time, heavy spells are released from the staff full of dark power, and then they are distorted by the bright wall of light and fly to another direction.

Semi-solidified black blood began to appear on the ground, flowing together like a stream, reflecting the haggard face under the witch's hood.

From a trickle to the ground, at the end of the field of vision, in a building like a Colosseum, layers of corpses are piled up into a hill, and the incomparable tragic fighting is happening non-stop.

The chattering monster was slammed to the ground, and before it could get up from the ground, a thick sword that fell from the sky pierced through its body.

The bony knight drew out his long sword, his ultramarine armor was broken and wet, and the long tassel on the wolf-shaped helmet was dripping with sticky and smelly blood.Under the wolf knight's heavy and cold iron boots, the blood that flowed from the Ulasilu monster's body formed a thick layer of stains.

The exhausted wolf knight stood unsteadily on the spot, with a long, thick, ornate sword on his shoulder in an unyielding posture, and his broken left arm hanging limply by his side.

The nameless undead raised his head, and the heroes who were hundreds of years away stood there, looking at each other, and the deep darkness climbed up along the ultramarine armor.

"Roar--!!!!"

……

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Romani looked at the disappearing message on the computer screen with a blank expression, and suddenly felt an irritable feeling of wanting to beat the ground.

It was clear that the message was sent regularly just now, but now it seemed to be cut off by something. I am afraid that something happened to the other side.

But... now that Chaldea is being burned down, the job of confirming the existence of the master is not dared to be handed over to others, and even Merlin admitted that he dared not take risks in the chaotic sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

Therefore, at this stage, the possibility of finding Isis from the depths of the sea of ​​imaginary numbers is infinitely close to zero.

Maybe the more he can't get something, the more he wants to get something. If he had to choose again now, he would definitely choose to return to the Throne of Heroes and get back the power that originally belonged to King Solomon.

If that omniscient wisdom is still there, there should be a way...

for sure.

……

The endless fighting is still going on, but the target of the conquest has changed from the residents of Ulasiru to the undead.

The knight who once fought with King Gwen to hunt ancient dragons, and who once made light spread all over the world began with killing, and was finally swallowed by killing.The knight Artorius, who was with the giant wolf all day long, lost his shield, and also lost the giant wolf Shiv who fought side by side, and lost his mind amidst the corpses of Chengshan.

What followed was nothing more than a clash of swords, a fight between madness and reason.

The nameless undead put away the staff in his hand, replaced it with a wolf-headed long sword with a sacred aura, and bent over Artorius when the wolf sword technique was about to come.

Putting away the staff has nothing to do with victory or defeat. I just want to use pure swordsmanship to pay tribute to this noble knight who is not afraid of being eroded by the abyss and who wants to guard Ulasiru.

The nameless undead man took a step away, and the wolf's great sword that rushed from the sky smashed the ground, exposing the dense bones underneath.The frenzied wolf knight attacked several times in a row again, and the tip of the wolf's great sword passed the opponent's skirt every time with a slight difference.

After dodging Artorius' three attacks, she calmly stepped on a pile of cold bones, and the holy wolf-headed sword finally aimed at the knights under King Gwen.

"Now, it's my turn."

The nameless undead said softly.

……

"Merlin, is the situation really that bad?"

Seeing the orange-pink long-haired young man turn off his phone and leave the control room dejectedly, the dignified and beautiful almighty man frowned and looked sharply at the white-haired half-nightmare.

The British court magician who didn't know where it was exposed touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Where did you see that?"

"Of course it's a woman's sixth sense... Forget it, I won't be joking with you. Just now when you were talking to Roman, you looked left and right. Although he couldn't see it with his back turned to you, I could. Clearly. You must have misled him, or concealed something, right?"

Leonardo da Vinci stared closely at the half-nightmare who seemed to want to run away at any moment, not giving him a chance to escape.

"I'm curious, what exactly are you trying to hide, Merlin?"

"What you followers can probably see is actually not a secret. I'm afraid only the guy who hastily gave up his power doesn't know it. No, that guy should have known it in the first place, but he just reincarnated After humans, this part of knowledge was forcibly blocked."

At this moment, the white-haired magician Junxiu showed an expression that could be called distress. From the perspective of Da Vinci, who had been with him for a long time, it was an expression that could not be more abnormal.

"Although the masters of Group A of Chaldea each have some extraordinary features, my dear former master is the most special one even if the master is among them."

"Although she may not even notice it herself, even if her power is not worth mentioning compared to ours, when I face her, I already feel oppressed. It's not about power, but... difference in style."

It was like humans and giant dragons, a grain of sand and the entire desert. When he stood in front of her, his soul, which was stronger than most humans, trembled like a helpless child.

When he opened the clairvoyance that only appeared in three pairs in the entire pan-human history, the magic eye, which was highly praised by countless magicians, never discovered the human soul named "Isis".

The soul with supreme majesty rushed straight into the sky with infinite flames, and scattered light bands in midair, closely connecting the world.

If Isis's identity hadn't been revealed in advance, the silver-haired half-nightmare would have thought that he had returned to the Age of Gods and met a certain god who had sneaked onto the earth, and he was still at the level of the main god.

"Person……"

Da Vinci fell into deep thought for a moment, and she also thought of how shocked she was when Romani dragged her into the office, and this just explained the fact that Gala, who once wanted to rebel against Chaldea, Harder, why is he so obedient to that girl again.

Because from the very beginning, that girl's future was doomed not to be different from mortals, or even from most of the heroes on the Throne of Heroes.

"So my dear former master will not die so easily, maybe she can do something earth-shattering in the future?"

The white-haired English court magician shrugged meaninglessly and met the thoughtful eyes of the Almighty.

"Only the guy who easily lost his crown is still in a hurry."

……

"Thank u……"

Blood spilled, and at the end of his life, the knight who signed a contract with the abyss monster and was swallowed by the abyss finally opened his clear eyes, and outlined the figure of an undead man holding a long sword in his blurred vision.

The defeated wolf knight was lying softly on the ground of the Ulasiru Arena. At this moment, he actually felt that the sky was so blue, and the breeze blowing against his face carried such a relaxing fragrance of grass and trees.

Just like when he was lying on the grass in Arno Lund with Schiff back then.

At that time, the flames were in full bloom, and the sun in the sky was radiating its great heat everywhere to every corner of the world.

The boss of the four knights, the lion knight Ornstein will fiddle with his dragon hunting gun to ask the prince for advice (provocation), the eagle knight Goff will cut wood with that big helmet as always, and Kiaran, who is the king's blade, will always She was nowhere to be seen, and her big ivory braids could occasionally be seen from behind the shadows of the colonnades.

And he, using Schiff as a pillow, buried his face in the little gray wolf's furry belly, not to mention how comfortable it was.

I really hope that time can stay at that time...

The wolf knight Arterius was thinking in a trance, and stretched out his hand to the winner of the battle. There was a dark and deep mass, with only a bright and shimmering soul swaying in his palm at the very center.

"It's been like this from the past. I always achieve nothing, even in the conquest of Ulasiru... I can't go on anymore. Fortunately...you defeated me...my soul will be given to you according to tradition...but Don't use it for your own use, otherwise you will be swallowed by the abyss..."

"You beat me, maybe...maybe you...can save the Dark Princess."

The undead man stretched out his hand to take it, the heavy soul even made his hand sink, and the scorching flames gradually seeped out from the wolf knight's limbs and bones.

"Good night, Artorius, I really envy you. I don't have to worry about this world anymore."

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Starting today, this article will start anti-theft, the proportion of anti-theft is not high, don’t worry about the cuties who bought along the way~

Here, A refers to some voices of the deleted cases of Soul 1. In the world view of Dark Souls, it is a tradition for protoss soldiers to devour the souls of dead comrades in the dragon-hunting era. Probably one is to prevent the souls of comrades from being taken away, and the other is Is it to continue to become stronger so that I can avenge my comrades?