After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Opposite the snow-capped long bridge, it is connected to a towering cliff, on which stands a dilapidated and old church.

As a Knight of the Round Table who was born on the tail of the Age of Gods, Galahad quickly recognized that this was a large secret realm specially hidden by magic (maybe magic).

The cold and soft snowflakes fell with the wind and floated on Galahad's shoulders, and soon a thin layer of residual snow accumulated.Although the wooden bridge under my feet creaked when I stepped on it, it was unexpectedly strong.The surroundings were unexpectedly quiet, except for their footsteps, there was only the sound of the north wind blowing through the treetops.

Since landing in the old world, the gasps and growls that can be heard anytime and anywhere are almost completely gone.

This made Galahad a little relieved, but also a little uneasy.

"Compared to the last time I came here, it has changed a lot. Is it a new painting?"

Isis murmured and walked forward, but suddenly found that the sound of the little tail behind her disappeared. Looking back, she found that the purple-haired young knight was lying on the vine ropes of the long bridge, looking fascinated.After sensing her sight, she straightened up blushing like a child who was caught stealing food, and trotted along the way to follow.

After all, he has the heart of a child.

Isis shook her head slightly, with mixed feelings welling up in her heart.

"Well, Senior Isis, I'm observing the environment." Galahad scratched his head, his soft purple hair prickling, "Here, and here,"

He pointed to the bridge, and there seemed to be a village on the left side of the long bridge. There were many red spheres densely packed in the open space outside the houses, trembling slightly in the wind.A group of residents with beaks and bird feathers, who looked completely like human crows, lay lazily on the dark red soil exposed under the ice and snow, stuffing those disgusting things into their mouths from time to time.

And further below the small village built on the frozen platform, strangely, flowers bloomed on the ice.The light-colored flowers are set against the snow light, surrounded by a small tombstone, and the huge snow wolf's body is looming behind the ice edge, which makes people feel fearful.

On the lower right of the long bridge are large stretches of intertwined tree branches. Strong hunters wearing antler helmets and holding big bows or sharp axes are lying in ambush at the corners, ready to launch deadly attacks on the daredevils who wander down from above the big branches at any time.

Behind the long bridge they came over, deep and soft white snow covered the entire hillside, and the snow wolves perched in twos and twos on the ground with loose limbs, and only occasionally looked up when the soldiers patrolling with lanterns passed by.

And those soldiers who passed by silently like ghosts are very much like the group of elm heads in the Fran Forest.

All kinds of people from different places live together in this painting. The sphere of influence seems to be intertwined, but they maintain a strange tacit understanding.

Isis paused quietly for a while with emotion, the past and reality intertwined at this moment.

"Because here... is the real shelter for all the taboos who are discriminated against and insulted, and it is also the shelter for all creatures in the dark age."

……

Emotionally, Isis did not delay her search for an oil painting manager because of the desolate and silent scenery of Eredel. However, when she walked into the church and was about to light a bonfire, she met a person who she thought would never happen in her life. Goodbye characters.

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The monotonous and icy short sound was knocking on the floor, and the dim candlelight reflected a terrifying huge shadow on the wall. Galahad vigilantly held the red sword, but saw Isis with three parts surprise and three parts excitement. greeted him.

"White spider?!"

"what?"

The fireproof girl, whose upper body was naked, but whose lower body was completely in the image of a spider, froze for a moment, and then was grabbed by the shoulders by the Xin Wang who came up excitedly.Galahad maintained the noble demeanor of the knights of the round table, and sat at the door of the church automatically.

"White Spider, do you remember me? When I was in the sick village, I learned spells and fire magic from Kragg and Clara."

"Are you..." The blind, white-haired fire-proof woman stretched out her thin fingers and walked along Isis's smooth face, "The undead who broke in at that time?"

"Yes."

Isis regained her composure before speaking again.

"White Spider, weren't you in the sick village before? Why are you here again?"

The remaining joy on the face of the white-haired fireproof woman hadn't faded away before being shrouded in a cloud of sadness again.

"Because we came to Anor Londo by ourselves." The white spider said, "After you reminded us, Kragg decided to take me out of the sick village. I didn't want to give up the bonfire, but Kragg and Clara fought I fainted, and when I woke up again, we had already arrived in Anor Londo."

"Gwendolin, the God of the Dark Moon, received us and settled us here. But after you spread the fire, the flames became weak again, and Klarna and Kragg left here to go to the initial furnace. And I, Stay here as a fire-keeper to keep the campfire here."

"We once caused such a disaster, let a large number of innocent people die, and finally walked into the furnace openly and died like a hero. It is really an ending that I dare not even dream about. However, the past The matter has passed, and those who are still alive must always look forward, come, let me fill your element bottle?"

"Cragg, Clara..." The short guttural voice flashed in her mouth, and Isis lightly pushed away the hand extended by the white spider, "Have you forgotten? I don't have any element bottles to use."

The light green glass bottle was transformed from the soul of the fire-proof girl after death, and it was a treasure for the undead, but as the salary king who was born with the first fire, the elements were no longer effective.

"Yeah, I forgot."

The white spider said wistfully, then lowered her hands, and Isis sighed softly.

"Let's talk about something else, like...how to get everyone through the Dark Ages after the First Fire dies."

……

The weak, but bright bonfire burns silently, and occasionally sparks burst out from the gray remains of the undead. The ancient king of salary came from afar, and gathered here with the long-lived protoss fire-proof girl, bringing the outside world Latest news.

The flames of the world are finally unsustainable after being continuously added to the flames. The arrival of the dark wave is the general trend. It has become an inevitable move to move the surviving creatures in the world into Eredel.

"When the remaining people moved in, the living space of Aredel was bound to be compressed. I was worried that the people who moved in later would conflict with the arakkoa here."

"No, it's never been a problem."

The white spider was fiddling with the bones in the fire, and the bonfire swayed on her haggard pale face, and one after another oil paintings were piled up around her, some were portraits, others were landscapes, but there were more paintings, and The oil paintings she had seen on the Arnoel Lund Hall were not much different.

The dark-toned picture is well-colored and the outline is complete and exquisite, but there are dark red rotten traces crawling out at the corners that are not noticeable.

"The really terrible thing is that this painting is already beginning to decay. The painter of the world is upstairs. You can ask the eldest lady how to recreate a new Aredel as soon as possible."

……

The wooden boards that had been in disrepair made a creaking sound, and the light came in stubbornly from the rose window where debris was piled up, and fine dust floated in the beam of light.A little girl with a delicate face was sitting on a high wooden stool and drawing, her gray hair fell from her shoulders to the floor.

"It's our first time meeting, miss, how are you?"

Isis bowed reservedly, groped in her pocket, found that it was empty, and then used flames to conjure a piece of candy.

In fact, she couldn't remember what the candy was, but she only had a vague impression that it should be sweet.

"Hello, are you a new refugee in Iredel?" Wearing a small hat, the delicate but indifferent little girl took the candy curiously, and swayed her bare feet on the high stool boredly. Moving, "But now Iredel has some problems, I need to draw a new one, so I have to let you feel wronged first."

"Then what can I do for you?"

Isis asked, the moment the eldest lady turned her head, she saw a pair of very familiar eyes.

It was a pair of golden red snake eyes.

"Aredel is the resting place of the taboos. When you come here, you just need to live in peace, and you don't have to pay anything." The world painter picked up the brush and continued to smear on the huge drawing board, "But I It is indeed difficult now that the paint used to draw Iradel is gone. Grandpa Gail said he would look for it, but I have been waiting for a long time, but I have not waited for Grandpa Gail to come back. Can you help me find the paint I need, Want to find grandpa?"

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that the paint used for painting is blood. To make Eredel survive for a long time, the blood of the dark soul needs to be used. The blood of all other creatures as pigments will make Eredel It rots quickly."

dark souls...

Isis couldn't help but her heart tightened, and then she said nonchalantly:

"I see, I will try my best to get the paint back. Then what is your grandpa Gail like, miss?"

"Grandpa's words..."

The petite world painter put the pen holder under his chin, thinking hard.

"It's the red turban. Grandpa always wore a very bright red turban. Some people called him 'Gail the Red Hood'. He also had a beautiful beard. When he left, he took a repeating crossbow and the usual His broad-edged sword, when you meet him, please be sure to bring grandpa back with you."

The girl murmured softly with a dreamlike tone.

"At that time, I will burn the whole of Eredel, and use the blood of the dark soul to paint a dark, cold, and soft painting. At that time, this painting will definitely become Grandpa's shelter, right?"

The author has something to say:

I'm not feeling well today, so it's a little late.

I took a look at your opinions. The first is that I have never played the game of Miyazaki’s old thief, and the second is that I have never understood it (Yun has not), so I don’t understand and have no interest; the second is that the pace is too fast and I can’t understand it. .

The two can be regarded as the same problem, because I know that many of you don’t want to watch Black Soul, so I specially speeded up the pace, and when I discussed with the editor, I found that because JJ can’t follow the original work in a large amount, so many parts can only be read. It has been brought over (the outline has been greatly revised), and the connection is blunt. This is a flaw and there is no way to change it.

The next volume of Bloodborne will be a little better, because Isis is the salary king and not the ancient god, so I can't even enter the dream world (don't think about seeing the puppet girl), and there will be more interactions after Roman comes. (instead of Roman licking the screen 23333).

As for the Age of Gods volume, there are more magical changes (after all, it is too emmmmm to watch Xiaobaikai lose the Nile every day...)

PS: I decided to make a big deal for you at the end of the Black Soul volume.

PSS: Set up a Flag and keep updating this month

感谢在2019-11-3018：31：54～2019-12-0123：54：29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Suzuki Falling Moon;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 died directly;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Tang Dieyu; 8 bottles of Suzuki Luoyue; 1 bottle of Lilith;

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