Earth Exam [Unlimited]

Sobbing and crying, No. 65 let go, and slid all the way down the slippery slope to the back of No. 78, reaching out and pushing him up.

Hiccup while pushing.

Now the two of them stayed two-thirds of the way down the slope, and the black spot behind them had begun to climb up the slope, and the nearest arm was only two meters away from No. 65's feet.

And this distance is shortening in an extremely fast way.

Jian Qiao and NO.13 have already climbed to the top of the slope. Except for the sculpture of Jesus carrying the cross, they dragged all the sculptures to the black spot behind No. 78 and No. 65, and pushed them all down. .

These heavy sculptures only stopped the black spots for a moment, and then a big opening was opened in the middle of the black spots, swallowing the sculptures.

Black Spot grew even bigger.

"What the hell are these things?" No. 78 frowned, and the sweat on his forehead almost merged into a small stream.

There was almost no place to stand on this steep slope, and he had injured his arms and legs, and his center of gravity was unstable, so he couldn't get up even if he was in a hurry.

Probably because of being hurt by the sculpture, the expressions of those black spots became more malicious and distorted. They stretched their arms hard, trying to grab No. 65 who was closest to them.

The black spot now occupies half of the entire slope, and No. 78's hand is almost touching the edge of the top of the slope.

When No. 78 approached, Jian Qiao and No.13 grabbed No. 78's intact arm and led him towards the cross. No. 65 quickly left without needing to help No. 78. Blackspot's attack range.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The black spot, which had lost its prey, was enraged. It swelled up suddenly, reaching the top of the entire secret room in an instant. Before it had time to fully climb up, the left leg of No. 65 was caught by the skinny arm protruding from the black spot. .

Immediately afterwards, there was a huge force that humans could hardly resist. Even if the three of them worked together, they were almost dragged down by the black spot.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The fingers on the skinny arm pierced No. 65's calf, and the flesh and blood were separated, exposing the white bones.

"behind!"

In the confusion, someone shouted hastily, and they realized that the tall statue of the cross of Jesus behind them was being grabbed by countless hands and dragged into the depths of the black spot.

The lower half of No. 65's entire body has sunk in.

At the same time, they also walked into the encirclement of black spots, the circle became smaller and smaller, and the cross was looming under the obstruction of countless heads.

But no one gave up, no escape.

The situation became more and more critical, and only a white point of the cross remained floating in the black spots.

Number 65 let go of his hand suddenly.

His face was still full of ignorance after being half-foolish, but he did not hesitate to break free from the hands of the three people on his arm. The moment they were forced to let go, the black spot was like a black spot. Like a wave, it surged up and engulfed him.

The sudden movement made the three of them take a few steps back, bumping into the black spot, a burning pain came from behind, the arm in the black spot was scratching at them, and the withered head was biting their arm.

No one has time to be sad.

Enduring the severe pain, Jane quietly stretched her hand into the black spot. Perhaps it was the last eruption of the crisis period. He dragged the entire cross out a little bit abruptly, and a corner of the pattern at the intersection of the cross was faintly exposed.

"quick!"

Regardless of the terrible pain all over their bodies, the other two rushed over desperately and pressed the pattern, and a faint white light flashed through the pattern.

[The Harvest Festival ends. 】

[Candidate confirms survival. 】

[The additional question is completed. 】

The figures of the three people disappeared into the secret room. After the faint white light flashed, the black spot that almost occupied the entire secret room seemed to have encountered a bright shadow, and retreated quickly. After a few breaths, the secret room was empty. What? No more.

A pinched and deformed badge rolled down from the top of the slope, turning around on the empty ground, making a crisp "ding" sound.

A boneless hand picked up the badge.

———It’s that ghost knight.

The sky outside the manor was already bright, a little light shone through the dilapidated rotten wood, and the sapphire on the badge on his fingertips glowed with a gentle color.

In this world, this sapphire represents a tribute as tender as its luster: [To the most loyal and valiant knight in the world. 】

He crushed the medallion, the gem crumbling to dust at his fingertips.

He no longer needs such ironic praise.

It was getting brighter and brighter. He walked out of the secret room and looked down from the small balcony. Not far away, the sun was rising from the horizon. Busy out, knights on horseback patrolling around.

Everything is so vibrant, safe and beautiful.

Like a scroll that no one can bear to break.

Unburned bonfires were set up in the outskirts, the convoy brought in huge statues of newly carved gods, the maids made exquisite dishes one after another, and the children laughed loudly on the grass.

This year is a rare bumper year.

All are happy.

They have prepared a huge celebration and wish the same luck for the coming year.

Some bold girl gave flowers to a certain knight in the patrol. They were a married couple in love, and everyone around them booed.

The slaves who worked for a year drank the extremely rare broth with salt.

Even the dark and majestic outer walls of the manor were decorated with joy, full of the atmosphere of the upcoming festival.

At night, a bright moon rises in the sky and is studded with stars.

The lifelike statue stood in the wilderness, and a long dining table was set up not far away. The table was covered with a white tablecloth, and exquisite dishes were placed on it. A fragrant suckling pig was roasted on the connected bonfire, and there were singers. They are singing melodious ballads, and some poets who wander here are telling magnificent and magnificent legends of various places.

The knight was still standing on this small balcony, no matter how lively the scene in the distance was, it didn't arouse his slightest fluctuation.

The celebration party has reached the happiest part, and everyone is piously sending praises and prayers to the gods.

In the darkness beyond the reach of the bonfire, human figures gradually appeared one after another.

This is a gang of vicious bandits who roam around.

They broke into the place when the festival was the most grand and the defenses were the loosest, and carried out a brutal massacre of the people at the Harvest Ceremony.

Even if the patrolling knights quickly picked up their swords and shields, and even if more knights did not pray, but dutifully guarded the safety of the people celebrating these celebrations, they couldn't stop them at all.

The food was overturned on the ground, and the cups, plates and bowls were smashed into pieces. The robbers laughed ferociously, and threw the unarmed people into the bonfire, watching them howl in pain.They toppled the idol and killed everyone present.

It was as if a demon had been awakened.

They left the mess behind them and rushed to the manor, where flowers of death bloomed everywhere.

The red-eyed bandit broke into the bedroom on the third floor, and the knight quietly watched them rummaging around. The moonlight shone on him, and there was no shadow on the ground.

By the time the bandits ransacked the manor and left, there were no living people in the whole manor.

The knight just watched them go away quietly, neither sad nor happy, indifferent.He stared silently at the corpses all over the floor.

Another sun rises and moon sets.

Among the bones all over the wilderness, a corpse moved suddenly.He stood up very slowly, all the skin and flesh fell off, leaving only the white bones, and the scarlet revenge fireworks ignited in the eye sockets.

If you have a strong obsession in life, you can turn into a dead soul and return to the world after experiencing the pain of being scraped.

The former knight commander degenerated into an undead that he despised the most, like a mouse in an underground sewer.

In life, he was always bound by skins and etiquette, but after death, he no longer has these concerns.

He buried all the people who died tragically, and tortured and killed all the bandits with the body of the undead.

Calm and restrained, with deep hatred.

He thought it was all over.

But when he returned to the dilapidated manor, he found that all the people in the manor had returned to the world in another way.

They have all become mindless wraiths.

Keep the appearance of the tragic death, remember the pain of death, and then ferment these unwillingness and resentment to kill all living creatures.

The once beautiful manor has now been reduced to hell.

An indescribable pain penetrated the knight's heart, and he even felt in a trance that this pain was more unbearable than when he became an undead.

He knelt down on the barren land of the manor, the flames in his eyes dimmed, and the undead had no tears, nor would they be weeping.

The knight stood on the small balcony, watching the kneeling bones curled up in front of the manor, lying on the barren land for a long, long time, then he slowly got up and walked to the dilapidated manor that had been smashed by the bandits. Climb up to the third floor.

His most beloved earl once lived here, and eventually died under the knife of bandits because of his ineffective guards.

The objects he swore allegiance to, his friends, his relatives, the girl he liked...all were wiped out in this atrocity.

People like him...

How can a man like him...be worthy of the title of knight?

He took off the exquisite badge on his chest, the badge was deformed in his hands, his fingertips erased the surname that he was once proud of, he was not worthy of the glory carried by this surname.

"Ding."

The badge was thrown into the corner, and dust gradually covered the surface of the gemstone.

While he was doing this, the Ghost Rider on the balcony kept staring at him, silent and speechless.

Then the sun rises and the moon sets, day after day, year after year.

The bones fight each other, and the spirits devour each other. No one remembers their original appearance, and they become greedy, distorted, ugly and vicious.

He smashed most of the god statues, but left some of them in the end, and locked them in the secret room, no longer looking at them, nor thinking about them anymore.

Finally one day, he was swallowed by these negative forces.

But he was still sober, soberly watching everything that happened on this land repeat itself over and over again.

Over and over again, never ending.

until this time

Before being assimilated by the wraith, he crushed the badge he had dropped.

Sapphire dust fell from his fingertips.

He no longer needs light, nor does he need faith.

He is in the dark, resentment itself.