After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Once there was a man named Gail who became an undead when the flames faded, and was captured by the Baijiao who hunted the undead.

Then he became a lowly slave, driven by the Baijiao responsible for spreading fire to fight for the gods.In countless difficult battles, Gail bought himself a chance to be free with scars all over his body.

He was freed and exiled to the painting world--Aredel as a slave-raised knight.Here, there is the peaceful life he dreamed of, and there is a young and pure girl.

She became a haven of peace for the old undead.

When Eredel is on the verge of corruption, the girl who bears the blood of the painter will take over the important task of regenerating the world.Yet the paint that painted the world has dried up.

when--

Gail in the red turban landed on all fours, and the rusty Executioner's great sword drew a shocking arc in the sky and plunged deep into the sand.A humble undead slave, a salary king who is about to burn out, met unexpectedly in the ruins of the old world.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The slave knight who had almost lost his sanity roared meaninglessly, his limbs were like a wild beast, and he rushed towards Isis, and the big sword swept across without any rules, raising a large cloud of dust.

He set out from Aredel, left Arnor Londe, walked through the Church of the Deep, walked through Lothric, and walked... countless years.Although the skin is scorched, the bones are twisted, or the mind has long been lost, the road to battle still has no end.

The great fire-spreading sword and the rotten blade that almost shattered at the touch collided in mid-air, and sparks fell.

The sky was full of dense clouds, the wind howled, and the dust was like a city wall.The indistinct glimmer of light coming out of the gap is also passing away quickly.

However, when Gail insisted on his last obsession and sought the dark soul from the dwarf kings, he found that their blood had already dried up, so the angry slave knight tore his body and swallowed the dark soul in one gulp.

Of course, he also knows it well, because he is not a hero enough to carry strength, he may be corroded by the dark soul, and he will never come back.

The salary king who was about to burn out stared at his hands in a daze. Not far away was Gail who fell to the ground.

The sparkling sparks traveled on the white and tender skin, constantly breaking the illusion created by magic.The original incandescent fire gradually extinguished, turning into a dark red, and on the skinny arms, the lifeless gray was more and more displayed.

I have lost contact with Kalamite, does that mean something?

The slave knight knelt on the ground exhausted, black blood dripping from his mouth onto the pitted blade.The old immortal stared blankly at the blood on the blade, and seemed to have recovered a little sanity.

"Ah, is this what it is? This is—"

"Blood of the dark soul?"

The rusted sword was inserted into the ground again, and the slave knight staggered to prop up his body. From under the red turban and tattered cloak, dark red wraiths spewed out.

……

Romani opened the door secretly, and after finding that the monitor in the corridor had been turned off, he walked out quietly.The golden bracelet in his hand was specially charged and turned into a giant golden snake, opening the door to a different dimension.

Although stealing Isis's magic dress is a bit immoral, it's better than running into the corridor by yourself, being spotted by the monitor, and then surrounded by employees and heroic spirits, right?

Caressing Wajit's cold and smooth golden scales, thinking about the man in front of him who used to be King Solomon of ancient Israel, trying not to let his attention focus on the ten rings that Galahad brought back.

Are you kidding me? Could it be possible to imitate the Ten Commandments given to him by the Lord by just making ten rings? !

If it was so convenient, he would have asked Leonardo to make ten sets and eight sets, so that everyone in Chaldea would wear rings on their hands!

The pink-haired youth was thinking guiltily, trying to ignore another possibility that was almost a fantasy.Then, he bumped into a warm but not very soft embrace.

"Good evening, Dr. Romani Akiman."

The white-haired female servant took off her hat and bowed, and greeted him slowly, the deliberately protracted tone echoed in her lips and teeth, with a faintly charming taste.Obviously in a different space with endless changes, the other party acted as relaxed as if he was going out for a walk after dinner.

"Ahahaha, yes, it's Cainhurst, good evening."

Romani's hand stroking Vajit tightened suddenly, and the coolness like a snake crawling across his back gradually rose.

The ritual attire of the holy snake Wajit is so powerful that even the space blockade of the Demon God Pillar can be forcibly broken free, but it cannot stop Cainhurst's pursuit. Could it be... is this her special skill?

But why had she never revealed it before?

The shocked young man tried his best to gather himself together, showing an expression uglier than crying:

"Cainhurst, you can't sleep well at night and come out for a stroll?"

The huntress with the delicate feather in her hat gave him a curious look.

"Doctor Roman, as long as the servants have enough magic power, they can completely stay awake."

The huntress paused for a moment, then leaned over with a probing expression, her warm breath swept over her, and Roman could even smell the faint fragrance of roses wafting from her hair.

"I'm curious. As a mortal Doctor Roman, if you can't fall asleep, you can just turn on the computer and play games. Why do you have to take away my master's costume and wander around in a different space in the middle of the night after being specially charged?"

……

The sky was dark, and the thunder was like rain.

The dark red and chaotic wraith was released from Gale's swollen and torn body, chasing life in anger and aimlessly, leaving dark corrosion pits on the ground at last.

The blood of the angry soul was calling for thunder and lightning, and the keen dark soul was calling for thunder and lightning, so the silver-blue thunder fell from the sky, punishing the fourth king soul who reappeared.

The salary king who was about to burn out used the fire-spreading sword to block the whirling white halo, and the flying crossbow · arrow · pierced into the body, making a dull sound like a defeated leather.

Until now, everyone had given up their disguise. Gail was corroded by the dark soul and was on the verge of collapse, while the God of Fire, who once supported the world, was as black as a piece of charcoal.

First, the irrelevant sense of taste disappears, followed by pain and touch, and finally, even sight and hearing go with the wind. In the absolute darkness and silence, only the unyielding will holds the long sword tightly, blooming the last red Lotus fire.

The scattered wraiths dance wildly in the wind, whispering Gail's last thought:

God, please fill my void, saint, please fill my void.

Give me blood, for Missy's painting... the best paint must be made of blood.

If the body is full, the thunder will come to the world.If the flesh is full, eat me.If the flesh is full, it will fill you.

If the paint is made by me... kill me.

At the end of the world, where no one saw and no one remembered, the burnt salary king raised his butcher knife and swung it down fiercely.

……

Isis groped her way into the chapel, and sat down by the fire, exhausted.

The fine heat from the bonfire could no longer warm her icy body, and the blood of the slave knight Gail was flowing coldly and heavily in her body, extinguishing the remaining flames.

"Isis, you...I, I can't feel your flame anymore."

The white spider cast a sad look, and reached out to caress her scarred and dusty cheek.

"what is this?"

"..."

There was no answer, and the stagnant and heavy iron boots slammed heavily on the floor, followed by the sound of something starting to burn.

The newborn flame burned all of Eredel.

After Isis fell forward in the twilight, she touched a rough canvas.The white-haired girl gently helped her up, and dark and cold blood gushed out from the wound cut by the blade, covering the entire paint plate.

"Oh, it's you, I want to thank you. In this way, I can paint the world." Sitting in the burning house, the world painter painted the late paint on the canvas stroke by stroke, "Look, Eredel is burning, presumably it won't be long before Grandpa Gail will come back, right?"

She calmly looked at the burnt salary king.

"I want to name this painting after you, what is your name?"

The black-haired undead stood quietly, her eyes closed tightly, and she said nothing. The outdoor snow light filtered through the glass, and her long hair seemed to be covered with frost and snow.

"Oh...so you don't have a name like me, so let's call it 'Ash'. From the ashes of the old world, shoots of the new world will grow. At that time, everyone will laugh Run to the future?" The petite world painter thought happily, "But now, I want to paint a very cold, dark, and soft painting, and one day, it will become someone's A place to shelter?"

"When will Grandpa Gail come back? It would be great if the new painting could become his shelter."

……

On the land shrouded in darkness, the gods fell, humans disappeared, and the remains of civilization were piled together by the wind.

On the small ground full of flowers, there is only a faint fire, illuminating the world.

Gwen Avia, the Sunshine Princess of Anor Londo, and the Fireproof Lady, who is also the successive princesses of Lothric, knelt down towards the flame, watching the flame become weaker and weaker in the palm of Isis.

The afterglow left in the sky gradually faded, and chaos shrouded everything again.

The initial fire gradually faded away, presumably before long, darkness will descend.But in the distant future, there will be a small fire again in the darkness, right?

The burnt salary king closed his eyes in peace and lowered his head.

That is the embers of the kings inheritance.

……

On the other side of the distant world, the white-haired huntress whose identity was becoming more and more confusing raised her head as if feeling something, took out a small cloth bag from her waist bag and threw it into Romani Akiman's palm, and then quietly left in a spirit form.

"It's not a good thing to sneak around in the middle of the night to move the Lingzi transfer cabin. Take this, maybe you will get what you want. If you see me in the past in that world, please say hello to her for me."

Romani opened his pocket suspiciously, and the ten silver-gray rings reflected a faint brilliance.

The author has something to say:

The Black Soul Scroll is officially over!Sprinkle flowers!Next, invite Roman to go to the Bloodborne Theater to fall in love!

PS: "SlaveKnightGael" and "Epilogue" should be played in the BGM of this chapter

感谢在2019-12-0521：53：20～2019-12-0621：59：36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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of flying magnolia;

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