After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

The "curse-resolving stele on the opposite side" certainly couldn't be the one on the other side of the fire, who was having tons of elemental soup.What Karamit means is that the opposite of the balcony of this deserted and dilapidated building is the real location of the curse-breaking stele.

Similar to the human kingdom built on the branches of the World Tree, Ring City also has uneven terrain, with cliffs appearing from time to time.Rapp, whose head was reflecting the dazzling light, blinked, and suddenly realized that the anti-curse stele in the opposite castle was so close at hand, yet out of reach.

Because there is such an abyss between the balcony and the curse-breaking stone tablet that if you fall, you will definitely be smashed to pieces.

The snow-white rocks tilted inward strangely, as if they were some kind of biological eggs, wrapping the entire Ring Sealed City.And the tall mountains that should have been scattered everywhere were also squeezed by this, and the gaps between them became deep and narrow, so narrow that the two of them could even stand on the balcony and see the strange stone monument standing in another section of the spring flower bed.

However, this kind of narrowness is relative. After all, Rapp, who has a heavy armor and a large shield, has not developed the skills of ziplines, and there is no reliable rope in the world that can withstand a weight of several hundred kilograms without breaking.

Just as the bald Rapp was irritatingly touching his smooth scalp, a strange and loud sound came from the sky.

……

The huge six-winged ancient dragon descended from the sky and flew to a position flush with the balcony, with a "sinister" red light in its single red eye.

"This is too amazing!" Rapp exclaimed in disbelief, and flinched under the gaze of the black dragon (in fact, Karamit was just looking at his bald head), "There will be a black dragon, then we can fly directly Go over there! Those who can control the black dragon... are you some great god?"

"It's okay...if you really think so."

Isis replied vaguely.

In this world, gods are equal to kings, and the real Gwen protoss is almost twice as tall as a dwarf. She used to be a guy who could only jump up and hit the boss's knee, but now?

She seems to have both.

Kalamite was very dissatisfied with Lapp occupying the original owner's seat, but he still sent him over with a grunt.

Flying over the cliff is like passing through a thousand years.

The place where it came from was nothing but yellow sand, but the place where the curse-breaking stone tablet was located was warm in spring, flowers were blooming, and birds were singing.Briar roses hung from the roof, wrapped around the stone pillars with curly-leaf patterns, and there were even dewdrops on the pink and purple petals in full bloom.This is not a separate isolation. Next to the stele, almost all the plants are thriving.

The "curse-resolving stone tablet" that Rapp said is located in a lush greenery. I don't know if it was built like this deliberately, or a change occurred the day after tomorrow. A large number of black unidentified objects poured out from the beige stone platform engraved with the seal of the human-god contract. solidification.A black congealed object formed in mid-air, Isis only took one look, then turned her face away unbearably.

Men and women, civilians and nobles, countless faces stacked together, facing the bleak evening wind, silently shouted towards the unknown, like the gate of hell.

It is the aggregation of countless human natures, and it is also poisonous wine to quench thirst.Even if it can temporarily relieve the crisis of the undead losing their humanity, one day the undead will turn into ghosts.

……

After seeing the stele, Rapp couldn't wait to trot over, his expression changed from dazed to suddenly enlightened and then to an annoying greasy expression.

Isis finally remembered who it was, wasn't this the profiteer Patch who kicked her into the pit in the Abyss Cave or the Giant's Graveyard!When I went there for the first time, those skeleton dogs who ran so fast chased her so hard that she lost several lives before climbing up, not to mention that she had reincarnated seven hundred times!

So when a certain bald head was still lingering back and forth in front of the curse-breaking stone tablet, his back suddenly felt cold, and then his feet left the ground, and the whole person was propped on the edge of the cliff.

"Isn't this Patch, you have lived to this time?" Isis showed a kind smile, "You didn't show mercy at the time when you kicked in the giant cemetery. Let me think, should I have Kick you down?"

Reincarnated seven hundred times, in conversion, Patch kicked her ass seven hundred times. On average, the skeletons in the cemetery would take two or three lives from her with each kick, and owed her a total of [-] lives.

This feud can end in a big way.

"I'm not, I'm not, please forgive me!"

Seeing Isis casually set up a bonfire here, and then forced him to touch the handle of the spiral sword by pinching his wrist, the bald profiteer began to feel a little better.

It is well known that the undead do not rest until their humanity is gone, returning to the most recently lit bonfire after each death.Falling off the cliff will definitely kill him, he will return here, and then repeat the cycle of "falling—resurrecting—being guarded—and being thrown down again".

But there is also a curse-breaking stone tablet here. The curse that turns the undead into living corpses has no effect at all, so this cycle is perpetual.

"Then how are you going to apologize to me?"

"Oh! Who are you? I'm sorry, the time I have experienced is too long. Of course, I have met countless people. When did I offend you?"

In this regard, Isis only popped out one word coldly.

"The Graveyard of Giants."

"Oh! It's you... Well, I'm sorry. I'll sell you my collection, at a discount, of course."

Seeing Patch's poor-mouthed appearance as usual, Isis suddenly lost interest in settling accounts.

"No, I just want you to apologize to me sincerely."

Even if the world is about to be destroyed, even if Patch is killed, what's the use of taking all his wealth?In this cold world, only the emotions between people can give her a little warmth, so why lead people to destruction?

"That's all you want?"

Isis smiled desolately:

"The world has become like this, what else can we do? It is good to have someone we know. You are so lucky. If it were me in the past, you would have to die more than 2000 times. OK."

Patch glanced at her in surprise, then dug out tools from the small wooden box he carried with him, and began to disassemble the base of the stele persistently.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course I have to remove it! As long as I can carry it with me, I can get rid of the curse forever." Patch smirked twice, and there seemed to be some kind of indomitable will in his greasy and hateful expression, " Living is the most precious thing in the world, don't you think it's all luck that I'm alive?"

"Well, living is everything." Isis strongly agreed with this, and took out a broken canvas from her sleeve, "If you want to live, please touch it, it is the last shelter in the world Place."

"If you can touch it, I will forgive you."

At this moment, Wang Xin's expression looked like a peddler walking around the streets to sell goods.

Patch chose to stuff the stele into the wooden box first, and then stretched out his hand curiously.Then, the inexplicable suction force grabbed the profiteer's arm, and brought him to fall forward.

"you--!"

Isis closed the canvas calmly.

"Don't blame me, it's for your own good."

……

Isis stopped in a lonely chapel. Behind the silent door was a quiet bedroom for thousands of years.

She chased the phantom of the old knight with the red turban around the swollen headless horseman, knocked on the closed door of the daughter of the piercing duke, Sheila, and let Karamit and the descendant of the dragon fight from the sky to the abyss, and finally violated Going against Sheila's warning, she came to the door of Felianoer, the daughter of King Gwen.

Green creepers hang from the eaves and decorate the gates engraved with gold lines.

The carpet laid on the ground is as soft and fluffy as a cloud, and the incense lit in the room makes people feel peaceful, and the silky luster curtain hangs from the ceiling, as if they are still in the era when the flames flourished.

Wearing a white dress with dark patterns and a silver silk crown, Princess Felianore closed her eyes quietly, holding a huge egg in her hands.

An egg that was forcibly broken.

A light source from nowhere illuminates the pitch-black miniature castle inside the eggshell, and the black mud gurgling up from the bottom has flooded the castle and dyed this god-given city an equally ominous black .

All doubts are solved here.

Just now she was just taking risks in this egg.

The abyss has risen irreversibly, and the dwarf kings have betrayed the covenant with the gods under the instigation of lobbyists. Although Felianoer can temporarily seal the ring city at the cost of sleeping, the magic will also fail one day.

However, before that, the pollution of the abyss will not spread.

The phantom of Gale, the red hooded knight, reappeared and punched the dome.

Isis stretched out her hand, and the white light in her palm flooded everything.

……

Light is the magic of time.

When she opened her eyes again, the long-sighted goddess sat on the spot, maintaining a sleeping posture, and turned into a mummy.

Howling cold wind poured in from outside the half-collapsed small bedroom, bringing a few faint cries for help at the same time.

"Philian Nuoer... Feilian Nuoer..."

In the yellow sand all over the sky, a figure wearing a crown was desperately crawling towards the Felianoer Church, with dry black bloodstains trailing behind his crippled legs.

"Philianor... save... save me..." The dwarf king who betrayed the gods struggled to crawl towards the room of the daughter of the sun god, "outside... there is... a... monster with a red turban..."

Isis leaned against the door, watching the unknown dwarf king crawl towards the only remaining building in the world.

Looking around, there is only yellow sand.

Be it gods or humans, everything has been submerged in the dust of history.

There is no sun in the sky, only chaotic dark clouds, and there is no abyss on the ground, only endless yellow sand.In an open wilderness, the silhouette of Arnoel Londe is looming, and it seems that the shape is still intact.

The monotonous and rhythmic sound of the tide echoed in her ears, so that Isis ignored the dwarf king's last call for help.

The dwarf king's final contribution was to point out the direction for her.Isis walked forward following the bloodstains, and finally saw a palace that might have once been magnificent, but now only a few stone chairs remained.

Several dwarfs wearing crowns were thrown on the ground in disorder, apparently dead.

"Not enough... not at all..."

The red-hooded monster stopped sucking blood and reached out eagerly to the figure on the dune.

"Give me...give me the dark soul...!"

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