The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

It was a rotten hell, and the scorching hot and stuffy air was extremely oppressive. It was hard to imagine the beautiful scene when this place was called Ash Lake in the past.

In the past, as the hotbed of chaos was liberated by the undead of destiny, under the catalysis of time, magma flooded the remains of demons, and the corpses and buildings surrounding Izaris and fiery chaos also collapsed and fell into the lake of ashes, thus forming Smoky Lake.

It is hard to imagine that there will be such a spectacular and hopeless scene in the underground of the world.

Xi: (●—●)

What is this?

San is still moving on.

Across the thousands of years of decaying buildings and the cooling corpses that had been extinguished by chaos, he walked to a dark room and waved his hand to smash the hidden walls that were used to hide the reality.

stopped.

Although only for a moment.

"Long time no see."

Large expanses of curses spread and merged with the walls, and the cold corpses could barely be seen to look like spiders, but they had already cooled down and turned into solidification like iron rocks.

And beside this monster, another figure in a black robe was sleeping peacefully, hugging his sister, dreaming a dream that would never wake up.

Klarna, the Gulag, is the hotbed that breeds chaos and demons, and is also one of the original four kings, the daughter of the old witch Izaris.

Sang didn't say more, just watched silently.

..................

"Unexpectedly, she is still alive, daughter of Chaos."

For the more powerful Pava, he went down to the demon ruins to find the origin of the spell, the spell book of Izaris.

The demon ruins back then were not as dead as they were after being slaughtered by Lorian, and they were still one of the most dangerous life forbidden areas in the world. Large areas of demons survived here under the guidance of the Demon King.

For thousands of years, countless brave men and knights have been reduced to ashes in the last hometown of demons.

boom--

The huge figure of the demon was cut in half without hindrance, and fell to the ground like a collapsed rock. The dazzling fire light on his body was extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye at the moment of death.

Sneaking here according to the reverse direction in memory, he found that there were more demons crowding around than normal, and Sang immediately noticed the abnormality.

And the last thing you see is the scene in front of you.

Lying dying beside his younger sister who had been dead for an unknown time, an imperceptible light flashed through the dark pupils of the oldest conjurer.

"Not only can you see me, but you also know me. There are people like you in this world."

"You're dying."

"...Yeah, finally, it's over."

This life is too long, too much suffering.

In the end, dying by her family's side was the ending she expected.

"Your ring, I have seen it before, it belongs to Artorius..."

In that dragon-hunting war, the wolf ring was given to the warriors with indomitable resilience.

"It's the inheritor."

Looking at the life whose soul is so weak that even a living corpse can't resist it.

A feeling he had in the past penetrated him irresistibly.

It's like what I felt when I saw my grandmother for the first time, the profound weight recorded on her body for a long time.

too heavy.

There was some respect in his tone.

"I'm Sang, please teach me spells."

It was his feeble laughter that answered him.

"It's so frank. It's the same as Zaraman and... that person. It's a pity that I no longer accept apprentices."

"Then give me the spell book. You don't need to teach me. After all, you can't say a few words."

"I learn better by myself."

As the ancestor of sorcery, it was the first time for Klara to hear such arrogant words from countless sorcerers who were eager to teach and accept them as disciples.

"What an exaggerated guy...But I don't know why, but I miss it a little bit, but I can't remember it at all."

The soul has been weakened to such an extent, and it is naturally impossible for the memory to be unaffected.

Sighing, a spell book appeared in front of Sang.

"But my spell is that of a witch, and only a female master can teach it. Do you have someone like that around you?"

"Sex only."

This won't stop him from going forward.

"It's weird..."

Clara shook her head.

But at this moment, Sang suddenly spoke.

"In return, do you have any last wishes? I will try my best to do what is feasible."

"Payback? That's really nice."

"But I don't have anything I want to do anymore. All the people and things I've known, known, and cared about have disappeared."

It was thousands of years ago that even that stupid apprentice threw himself into the fire.

"...Well, then talk to me again, although I want to leave quietly, but in the end, I'm still a little afraid of being lonely."

Nodding his head, Sang sat upright.

From Anor Londe to Lothric, he talked seriously for a long time about the decline of Chuanhuo and the salary of the undead team.

"...It's incredible, you know too much, this is not a good thing."

"You're going to be miserable."

"I do not mind."

Sang's voice was already deep.

"What are you fighting for?"

"To be worthy of all sacrifices."

"Human beings...have limits, it's better to let go, at least better than despair."

Even a god can't save the world, how can a human being do it.

"Then I will surpass humans."

Joking words were thrown out in a serious tone.

But it made Clara couldn't help being silent.

The dying Qingming clarified her soul like lightning.

"........."

"what happened?"

"Oh I see......"

"?"

The face under the cloak smiled, and her breath began to weaken.

And also realized the end of the conversation.

"Klara."

Called by first name, San steps back and shows respect.

After hearing it, Clara also gave a final response.

"It's okay, it's okay, San—"

"You're fine."

The golden soul was drawn into his hand.

The last Izaris, no more.

And that last word, he will re-understand after 500 years.

..........

Xi looked at that figure from behind.

The loneliness is so profound, she never thought that she would feel such a profound loneliness in human beings, the profound weight recorded on it for a long time.

"Analysis complete."

At this moment, San looked up and spoke.

"Then it's your turn."

evening:?

The flame of the spell lit up in an instant.

The flame storm that burned down the ancient dragon tree in the past cracked the scroll in the blink of an eye.

Sang bit his finger and tapped it in the void, replacing the ink with blood.

In the state of the artist's frightened stupefaction, a picture scroll was opened, and it was encompassed in an instant.

There was also no resistance, but it was not the same thought.

But -

I was taken into the painting by others? ? !

Chapter 118: The Cold Painting (Happy New Year)

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

It is a superb scene of heavy snow in ancient times, but at this moment, the world Xi experienced is obviously more bleak.

Decay, coldness, despair, every ray of wind and land in this world conveys such flavors.

"Isn't this my power? Why would he use it? Where is it here?"

"And I actually... was imprisoned in the painting by others?!"

For Xi, this experience was once in a lifetime.

The effect was outstanding, her self-esteem was hurt in an instant, and her face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You dare to do tricks even if you have a small skill! Break it for me!"

However, it does not.

Drive the power that is usually driven like an arm, but nothing happens, the cold wind is still blowing on the face.

A thick layer of snow soon accumulated on the top of the head.

"What's going on? Break!"

Unbelievable, Xi tried again.

"What's the matter?"

Then he clutched his shoulders and doubted life.

"It's so cold..."

And Poshan Village outside the painting.

Putting the scroll aside, Sang spoke to the pawnshop manager named Li, who was obviously different from the other people in the painting.