After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

dark.

It's as dark as a pool of stagnant water, like the dense fog that the immortal ancient dragons live in when the chaos is not yet clear, immortal and eternal.The human figure leaning against the fire was burning silently, and the bright red hot tongue burst out from the inside, quietly licking the human figure's withered and cracked body.

thump—

thump—

Just when the darkness seemed to continue endlessly, a long-lasting echo shattered the darkness, and the long-sinking consciousness gradually rose to the surface.

Finally, a faint ray of fire filled the entire field of vision.

……

How long have I been asleep?

The burning tall figure stared blankly at the palm, and his consciousness gradually returned.

Didn't she pass the fire for the last time, how could she still wake up?

By the way, it is the wake-up bell.

The distant and deep bell still rang, echoing between the heaven and the earth, as if it was a mournful call.

The fire has gradually extinguished, but Wang Ying is nowhere to be seen.

The furnace of the primordial fire, the ground full of unknown flowers, and the undead who have been burning for more than a thousand years opened their eyes and looked at this familiar yet strange world again.

The once bright sky fell into darkness, and now the sun in the sky was left with only a red circle lingering, and the remaining flames broke through the seal and scattered to the ground continuously.

This is a sign that the flame is thirsty for firewood, and it is also a sign that calls for the fire ceremony.

The undead who had slept for thousands of years looked into the distance, and saw that the once magnificent dome, the intricate corridors, and the black knights waiting halfway had all disappeared, leaving only the layers on both sides, surrounded by The extremely compressed and distorted city leaned towards Chuhuo.

It's like a child who is afraid of the cold trying to get as close to the stove as possible to get the heat to survive.

Those sharp domes like thorns, the rose windows that have not been buried, and those ruined walls buried deep under the yellow sand, with only bricks and half tiles exposed, are pressed down heavily, and the absurd and decadent grand beauty beats the heart of every audience.

The burning figure squinted its eyes, and its vision comparable to that of an eagle's eye flitted across the ruins, but it was still difficult to find traces of living people.

This is the glorious past, but the already annihilated human kingdom.

Many near-destroyed civilizations drifted and gathered, and finally stayed in the initial furnace, the first and last place of civilization.

The end is near.

……

"So, it's been so long... What do you think, old man?"

The burning figure looked back at the flames, and his eyes cast a faint sadness from the gap in the armor.

"It's almost time to destroy the world, otherwise, why would you bring out guys like me? Moreover, I can sense that a few guys have left, probably, they don't want to sit on the throne again gone."

The flame that was so weak that it could only be burned at the end of the spiral sword swayed, as if echoing the words of the incarnation of King Xin.

"So you agree too." The burning figure sighed, staring at the crumbling ruins beside the stove, "At this time, it's time for me, this old bone, to go back to my old job and kill some salary kings for you." Add more firewood."

"However, if I go out like this, I'm afraid everyone will know that I'm here to find firewood. I have to change my appearance."

The burning figure smiled, and a wisp of flame floated from the campfire and landed on her fingertips.The lava-like flame pattern faded from the torso, returning to the appearance that a normal human should have.

Even the breastplate, which was burned into the shape of ribs, disappeared and was replaced by a set of light and soft women's skirts.With the blessing of the primordial fire, the nun's hooded cloak, which seems to be easily torn apart, has a defensive power comparable to that of the hard Javier stone armor.

The various weapons on the ground have long been rusted and twisted, making them unusable, so the fiery spiral sword was pulled out and turned into a pair of sickles.

"For harvesting firewood and so on, the chopping knife is too ugly, and the sickle for cutting wheat is better."

The nameless Salary King stared down at his fingertips.

Those are a pair of pure white and delicate female hands. There are neither calluses from holding weapons tightly for many years, nor scars from battles. The neatly trimmed ten fingers are soft pink, cold and warm, like a piece of polished smooth white marble.

There are only slight fissure-like red fire marks that appear from time to time, showing the glory of being a salary king.

King Xin, who was standing barefoot on the ground, smiled wryly and put his hands into his sleeves.

It turned out that it was about to burn out...

……

The crocodile-shaped monster jumped out from the cave behind, and the upper and lower jaws snapped together like giant pincers, making a frightening crisp sound.

And under the huge mouth of the crocodile monster, the place that should have been densely covered with scales is actually densely distributed with uneven bone spurs, which seems to be an insatiable giant mouth between opening and closing.In the cave that meanders down, there are strands of dirty and dark wind blowing up from the ground.

Galahad took a few strides back vigilantly, squinting his eyes to observe the monster that suddenly appeared vigilantly.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Romani couldn't help exclaiming, Da Vinci also stared at the computer screen tightly, his hands clenched unconsciously.

"Galahad, can't these Noble Phantasms be used?"

"No, the rules are different. I have been suppressed and can only fight with my usual skills."

Galahad tentatively stabbed a few times with the red-handled sword. To the giant crocodile with rough skin and thick flesh, the relatively slender blade was like a thin needle. Actions have no effect.

Even the sub-servant's body seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of disturbance, becoming extremely heavy and weak, and finally could only move and jump like ordinary people.In any case, those actions that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people in the past can no longer be done.

The purple-haired Knight of the Round Table bit his lips tightly, losing the combat mode he was usually good at, and his inner anxiety was no less than that of Doctor Roman in front of the computer.Fortunately, after all, Galahad was a knight who had followed King Arthur in the north and south, and there was no such thing as a treasure when he was alive, and the skills that belonged to mortals quickly resurfaced from the depths of his mind.

Since the red-handled sword is useless, then use a shield to smash it.

Galahad climbed up to the light pole on the bridge, held up a heavy shield, saw the opportunity when the crocodile monster rushed over, and carried out a brutal falling attack.

……

With a bang, the entire body of the giant crocodile, which was severely injured on the head, turned over. At this moment, Galahad discovered that on the deformed body of the giant crocodile, there was actually a pair of almost normal human hands, which were tightly clasped. , as if begging the attacker not to kill it.

However, Galahad had never had a good impression of this kind of monster, and the crocodile monster could not escape death in the end.

After killing the giant crocodile, the clasped hands of the crocodile monster hang down feebly, and a ring is shining in the thick hair of its claws.The moment Galahad touched it, he shook off the giant crocodile's hand in a menacing manner.

A maddening filthy force climbed up the moment it was first touched, making the pure knight feel extremely uncomfortable.

"What is this thing..."

Galahad looked at the giant crocodile's hanging hands in amazement. After seeing the eye-shaped ring, he could only think of one result.

This monster was originally a human being.

The ominous shadow spread rapidly in his heart, and when Galahad looked up at the opposite city shrouded in ice, snow and silver light, his heart suddenly hung high.

……

"I think that city is very strange. The place that looks like a dream may be a man-eating devil's lair."

Galahad looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there were no suspicious creatures around, he cautiously walked forward with his shield in hand.

"Maybe... we can't support you here temporarily, so be careful."

After experiencing the monster attack just now, Romani and Da Vinci no longer regarded this place as a harmless world, and became more cautious.

Galahad lost his advantage as a flesh servant, and his upper limit was lowered to the limit of mortals. Compared with this grotesque ancient world, it is still unknown whether he can survive.

"There is no life reaction that is malicious to you nearby, but there is no guarantee that there is no thing in this world that can pretend to be a dead thing and then launch an attack, so Galahad, you should pay more attention." Romani stared carefully at the blur Unclear picture, eyes suddenly fixed on a certain place on the ground, "Look quickly, what are those black things on the ground?"

"I thought it was the dirt brought down by the wheels, but now it seems that these things are not simple."

Galahad squatted down, picked up a small ball of black mud, and observed it carefully while resisting the nausea that appeared.

The soft, viscous substance resembling slime exudes an indescribable stench. Its color varies from dark to light, like the final color formed after various filthy things are mixed together.A faint black mist floated on Galahad's fingertips, and the wailing of several innocent souls came to his ears in a chaotic manner. The pure knight twisted his fingers in disgust, but unintentionally picked out a small bone-white fragment.

It was, of course, a human bone, and the bone of a man who had been killed in a most brutal manner.

"It's just...it's just..."

Galahad, who immediately guessed the origin of the human bones, turned pale with anger, tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, and looked down at the traces of black sticky objects on the bridge.

The disgusting black object stretched all the way forward, and beyond that, there were signs of blood splattered after drying up on the stone bricks that should have been pure white.The chilling trajectory extends to the other end of the bridge, and at the entrance of that city, there are still many guards wearing silver light armor.

Galahad bent down and hid himself among the piles of rocks and withered grass, only exposing his two eyes to observe the scene in the city.

At this moment, the sound of flapping wings came from the sky, accompanied by a whistling and screaming, and a distant and grandiose chant.

"Roar--"

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you a sad news. As an old ass with all the achievements, I turned on the computer yesterday to play a new file of the magician, but I was educated by the zombies when I went out? ? ? ? excuseme? ? ? ?

I haven't played for a year and a half, I'm really new to my hands, I can't even remember the keys...

PS: Soul 3's initial stove scene is really beautiful. It's the first time I got through here. I was so shocked to see the buildings that fell over. Ken off the stove, so beautiful...  

PSS: According to the opening CG, I personally think that spreading fire is to send the salary king to the initial furnace. Whether to be killed by the avatar or kill the avatar is the destiny of the avatar, but the avatar smashed everyone.That is to say... even if burned into an unconscious mummy, Gu Dazi can still easily smash all the members of the undead team in his heyday.Of course, there is no Gudazi bonus for the incarnation, and the difficulty of the eighth round is still God of War, which is about the same as Gai Yidao.