It was a mountain of anger, a bloodthirsty fight after a hundred years of silence. In peaceful times, they were members of the Undead Club, undead people who slept in their rooms until the end of the world. They were harmless, friendly, and even a little funny.
, lingering at the bar all day long, letting alcohol numb his nerves, nostalgic for the past, and letting his body rot bit by bit in the passage of time.
This may be the ending that all the undead have imagined. They are tired of the chaos of the world and just want to slowly drown in absolute tranquility in their dark little nests.
Everything is so beautiful until someone tries to destroy it all and wake up these angry beings.
"For the Immortal Club!"
An undead person climbed to the commanding heights, waving the scarlet flag and shouting at the top of his lungs.
The sharp arrow shot through the air and penetrated the flag-bearer's head accurately. The strong impact caused his body to lean back, but before he fell completely, his body suddenly became as solid as poured steel.
Standing on the high ground.
The deformed head raised up, and he pulled out the arrow that penetrated the head with one hand, drawing out sticky blood.
The injuries that were serious enough to cause death were nothing to mention to the flag-bearer. The severe pain and bleeding made him even more excited. He grabbed the flagpole with both hands and waved it harder, like a scarlet ghost hovering above everyone's heads.
"For... whatever!"
The flag bearer continued to shout. His words and crazy gestures were very consistent with the style of the Undead Club, but the place of madness was changed from a crowded bar to this vast battlefield.
Boluogo and Aimu were in a safe zone. Under such a severe environment, Boluogo actually wanted to laugh when he heard the flagman's roar. After all, this sentence really sounded like the hedonism of the Undead Club.
Brain style.
The loud bugle sound sounded again, as sharp as a sharp knife inserted into everyone's eardrums.
It was the dwarf. He squeezed out of the terrifying march and climbed to the commanding heights where the flag bearer was. As the flag bearer waved, the dwarf played music for him. Perhaps he thought the bugle sound was too monotonous. More
The undead climbed up, each grotesque creature carrying a completely different ancient musical instrument, like a makeshift orchestra.
Bologo could no longer tell whether this was a grand carnival or a war to end grudges.
The commanding heights are a sloping tower, which is currently filled with undead people. They play and beat the instruments they carry, and their sounds intertwine to form a wild and harmonious symphony.
Boluogo couldn't help but think of the self-service karaoke machine next to the bar. Music seemed to be very important to these undead people. One or two pieces would be played at any time, just like the soundtrack in a movie plot.
The sound of drums, like thousands of horses galloping, kicked off the carnival.
Because the undead people come from different regions and live in different eras, their musical instruments are also completely different. Some drums are ancient sheepskin drums, and some are exotic python drums. The rhythm and timbre are completely different, but as the
As the music flows, large and small drumsticks strike rapidly on the drum surface, producing sounds that may be deep or high-pitched.
Immediately afterwards, the gongs exploded like thunder, and the undead people beat them endlessly. This was not a performance at all, but more like a cathartic noise. Some sounds were as thick as a bell, and some were as clear as a bell. It was like
This loud sound ignited like a fire, a carnival march.
Boluogo suddenly felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, and even his blood was getting hot. He couldn't tell whether this was the influence of the saw axe, or whether he was affected by this wild symphony.
He was about to join the carnival procession when more melodies joined in. Boluogo couldn't help but marvel at the talent of these undead people, but he also thought of their undead nature. Presumably, over the long years,
They have long since trained themselves into masters of their craft through continuous learning.
The ancient harp easily entered the symphony with its melodious melody, and then the violin group joined in, with high-pitched and passionate tones, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. These exquisite musical instruments.
Boluogo saw the musician. He was a tall and strong undead man with hideous scars and spikes all over his body. He wore a pale animal bone on his head. With such a rough posture, the violin was in his hands.
Just like toys.
Suddenly, the sound of the pipe organ rolled in like a huge wave, and the air flow generated almost overturned Boluogo. When he turned around, he saw a giant more than ten meters tall walking out of the narrow door.
His whole body was covered with rock-like solid skin, and he carried a huge pipe organ on his back. The gold-plated copper pipes shone brightly, and countless ropes spilled from his shoulders, like long hair spread out.
Amidst the deep and powerful roar, many undead people grabbed the hanging ropes and hung themselves on the giant's body, and then modern instruments such as saxophones and trombones joined in the performance.
Boluogo was not very good at evaluating the performance level of these people. They didn't seem to care about the performance effect, they only thought about the long-lost carnival. They used some utensils casually and made louder noises, leading the whole world into a psychedelic whirlpool.
among.
"Bologo?"
A tall figure appeared next to Boluogo. Boluogo looked at him. It was a face that was completely unfamiliar to Boluogo.
Boluogo didn't know the other party, but the other party obviously knew Boluogo.
Seeing that Boluogo didn't answer, the other party calmed down, frowned and confirmed Boluogo's identity, and couldn't help shouting.
"Hi! Everyone! This is Bologo!"
As he spoke, he directly lifted Bologg up and put it on his shoulders. This enthusiasm made Bologg panic.
The carnival march... No, during the parade, many undead cast their eyes over. They did not stop their progress, but stretched out their hands to say hello to Boluogo as they passed by.
"Hello! Boluogo."
"I've heard about you, new member!"
"Hey, it would have been better if you had come a day earlier, otherwise we could have brought you along with us in our carnival."
"Oh oh oh, is this the Origin Sin Armed Forces?"
"This kid is from Sai Zong."
"What is this? Premium membership?"
Just like a fan meeting, rough hands, white hands, steel hands, wriggling tentacles, animal-like sharp claws... countless hands high-fived Boluogo, and they followed the team non-stop.
"Let's go first!"
The tall figure put Boluogo down and turned around to merge into the parade. Boluogo stood there slightly sluggishly until a familiar melody came into his ears.
"Barri La~ Barri La~"
Boluogo followed the sound and looked suspiciously in the direction of the sound source. He saw a guy lifting the self-service karaoke machine next to the bar. Boluogo didn't know how this guy ensured the energy supply, but at the moment
The machine just started chirping while flashing its lights.
A huge rumbling sound interrupted Boluogo's thoughts, and he saw the ten-meter-tall giant holding the leaning tower with both hands, and also grabbed the undead people playing on the tower.
While it was crumbling, he forcibly broke the tower and carried it on his shoulders. Many undead fell down, but many more climbed up. They continued to bounce around in the tattered ruins.
They were playing musical instruments, but the flag-bearer still insisted on where he was, waving the flag vigorously.
It's like a weird parade float made of all kinds of junk.
Beat the gongs and drums, and play the music in a hurry.
The loud bugle sounded again, like a belt, twisting the messy melodies together and turning them into the theme song of this chaotic dance of demons.
Bologg and Aimu looked at each other, Aimu melted into Bologg's body, and then Bologg patted Weier who was lying on top of his head.
"Do you want to come along?"
"certainly."
Weier was also a member of this carnival and naturally wanted to join this grand parade. Boluogo didn't say anything else. He only felt that there were more and more pendants on his body, which became inexplicably heavy.
The next moment, Boluogo jumped out like lightning and walked quickly through the parade.
An ancient war is breaking out in the Butcher's Pit, and countless undead people are rushing into the fight. They first fight against the heartless ones, then attack York head-on, and also deal heavy blows to the wandering bloodthirsty ones.
Fist, the darkness and nothingness created by the Night King is still spreading, but in the face of such strange existence, these undead will not be afraid at all.
Every undead is trying their best to call for their own ether. Although their alchemical matrix is ancient and backward, their own ether storage is real.
A large number of etheric responses from those with power, defenders and even those with glory emerged from the Butcher's Pit. Every call to the ether was a heavy punch to reality. Under successive pressures, Bologo clearly realized
It turns out that the current reality is gradually becoming fragmented.
Regrettably, this was not something that Boluogo could change. On the outer edge of the Butcher's Pit, he found Palmer and others. Now they were looking blankly at the fighting below, just like a group of people who were frightened.
like an audience.
Seeing Boluogo coming, Palmer was frightened and said, "Where...where did all this come from?"
A few minutes ago, several people were surrounded by the heartless. Faced with this terrifying pressure, everyone was determined to die and wished to sacrifice their lives one by one. However, as soon as they were mentally prepared, a group of insane undead appeared.
Singing a strange little song, it was like a loaded truck driving at high speed, crushing the heartless people.
Two groups of undead were fighting together, just like the scene of a heavy horror movie. Tons of blood rushed out, severed limbs and internal organs were flying. I thought a large group of people should be dead, but after a few seconds, these undead
They stood up again and stabbed each other in the heart.
"Where else could it be, the Immortal Club."
Boluogo glanced around, and Olivia and Sere were also there. He stared at Sere closely, "Do you know what is going on?"
Serei spread his hands indifferently, "What else could it be? They angered Sai Zong and broke the peace. Now Sai Zong wants to come back in person to take revenge."
Looking down at the fighting in the Butcher's Pit, the Disobedient Royal Court obviously noticed something strange here. Although these undead people were lagging behind the times, no matter how backward they were, they could not outweigh their large numbers.
The heartless ones were completely suppressed. Carol kept roaring, and the terrifying sound wave swept down a large number of undead, but they were like the tide, filling up when they fell, and surrounded them.
Fuen had originally brought the Song of Windfall to attack the Land of Eternal Night, but now civil strife broke out internally. The regent and other high-level night tribes did not appear, but the countermeasures against the royal court had been launched.
The Butcher's Pit seemed to have become the focus of the battlefield. A steady stream of screams came from high in the sky. Wind-eroded birds wearing iron feathers rushed to the earth in groups. In the shadow of the royal city buildings, thousands of bloodthirsty people
Run away wildly.
They are all alchemical creatures that have undergone secondary specialization. When they die, the bombs in their bodies detonate, setting off a series of huge fires around the Butcher's Pit.
Just like this, it is not considered an elite force that rebels against the royal court. After the ripples of the explosion, the sticky flesh and blood is swayed wantonly, mercilessly transforming inorganic substances wherever it goes, turning them into writhing flesh and blood creations.
With the cooperation of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Orangutan Rot Sect, the Butcher's Pit is gradually turning into a huge petri dish of blood, breeding extraordinary disasters and eternal rot.
Boluogo watched all this from afar, trying to calm down. This operation was completely beyond his control, and the situation was rushing beyond the limits of people's understanding.
"It's... so crazy."
Xinda couldn't help but sigh that her past experiences were nothing compared to what was happening now.
Any disaster in the outside world would be enough to destroy a city and affect a country, but now they are compressed together, biting and roaring at each other.
Boluogo was not dominated by rage and asked rationally, "Saizong...isn't Saizon afraid of completely awakening the sin of rage?"
This is a war between the undead and the undead. Every time one person falls, another person rises. Without excluding the influence of external factors, as long as they want, the killing in the Butcher's Pit is enough to last for several days.
The month does not stop.
Horrible blood, horrific flesh, horrific death.
All of this can be regarded as a sacrifice for the sin of wrath, causing him to wake up from his long sleep and once again transform into a furious god, leading his servants on a crimson expedition to burn the continent to the ground.
Boluogo didn't want to rebel against the rise of the royal court, and the dark iron curtain once again enveloped the earth. Likewise, he didn't want to see the wrath of the Scorched Earth happen again.
"I don't know about this part." Sere shook his head, "Maybe Sai Zong has some ideas on his own?"
Boluogo asked, "Do you believe this?"
Sere did not speak, with his hands behind his back, as if the war in front of him had nothing to do with him... indeed it had nothing to do with him, he had already rescued Olivia.
The crisp sound of shattering glass came from the center of the Butcher's Pit, and strange cracks appeared out of thin air in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. At first glance, Boluogo thought they were from the swallowing abyss.
There was a labyrinth crack in the larynx, but soon he realized that this was the reality of the gradual rupture.
Boluogo said nervously, "The reality here is almost unbearable."
Cinda asked, she had never experienced anything like this before, "So? What's going to happen?"
Palmer said quietly, "It's very simple. The material world will overlap with the etheric world..."
Before he finished speaking, several people looked at each other nervously. At this time, they looked at the center of the Butcher's Pit, and a dark void rose from the ground. With the collapse of reality and the injection of massive ether, the dark void became larger and larger.
It rose up and almost swallowed all the undead people inside.
Sere stood stiffly, staring at the darkness. According to what Nathaniel said, as the material world and the etheric world overlap, the Night King will also rise from the imprisoned throne.
The heartless people were fighting with the undead, the tattered orchestra was playing music tenaciously, flocks of wind-eroded birds and bloodthirsty people were running around, the elites of the Night Clan were constantly adding reinforcements, Boluogo and others stood on the rocks of the isolated island, thinking
The next decision was made. In the distance, Melissa and Devin braved the terrifying ether currents and dug up pieces of gravel to save the miserable blood people.
The Song of Windfall is approaching, and the howling wind seems to be weaving a sad elegy.
Sere looked at the noisy things and murmured to himself.
"Sai Zong... Can I trust you, Sai Zong?"
The sound dissipated into the wind, and the stench of blood filled the air, spreading to the standing door of glory and disappearing.
Behind the door, Sai Zong stood in the empty armory, hesitating to move forward. He knew that once he crossed this door, he would not be able to look back. Some things would be saved, while others would also lead to the abyss.
Sai Zong took a deep breath and whispered, "I haven't been this nervous for a long time... I remember the last time I looked like this was my first time participating in a duel."
Vision blurred.
"I remember that I only had a stone at that time, and the other person had a shield and a long knife. I dexterously got behind him and smashed his head with the stone."
Sai Zong murmured, "Keep hammering again and again until I once again hold my own destiny in my own hands."
Looking at the figure standing by the door, Sai Zong asked, "Leviathan, do you think anyone can really control his own destiny?"
"Rather than this, it's better to think about it, does the so-called destiny really exist?"
Leviathan was wearing that bloated spacesuit and leaning against the door.
"You question fate?"
"I guess so."
"Why question fate?"
"Maybe I don't like my destiny," Leviathan said. "If my destiny is perfect enough, I might become its loyal supporter."
"Unfortunately, my destiny is not perfect, and I am not a willing person, so I can only find a way to break it."
Sai Zong walked forward. Unlike the other undead, he did not put on the immortal armor. His attire was still the same as before, with his scarred upper body naked and a rusty skirt and armor hanging on his lower body. He did not look like a normal person.
A warrior, more like a survivor crawling out from the dead.
"destiny……"
Sai Zong pondered these mysterious words and reluctantly looked at his home behind him.
He asked again, "You can bring me peace and a place to hide for the homeless, right?"
"certainly."
Hearing such an answer, Sai Zong's inner pressure lessened a bit, and even the heat under his chest subsided a lot.
Leviathan said, "Is there anything else you want to ask? Sai Zong, if you pass through this door, everything is doomed."
Sai Zong hesitated for a moment and said curiously, "I do have a question."
"Just ask."
"who are you?"
Sai Zong recalled the face under the helmet. The moment he saw his true face, Sai Zong couldn't believe his identity. At the same time, Sai Zong also realized that an invisible conspiracy had already covered everyone.
At this last moment, Sai Zong wanted to figure this out. He was very confused and asked, "Are you a blood relative of the devils, the jealous Leviathan, or...King Solomon?"
Leviathan paused. He did not avoid the question, but confessed, "I am Leviathan and King Solomon, but I am neither Leviathan nor King Solomon."
"That's not an answer."
"It's just an answer that I can't understand or satisfy you."
"That's all?"
Leviathan made a gesture of hissing, "Do you know Schrödinger's cat?"
Sai Zong was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew this concept. The immortal nature of a member in the Immortal Club was related to this. Every time he woke him up, he had to open the door repeatedly until he was refreshed as alive.
"certainly."
"Yes, that's it," Leviathan replied briskly, "Now is not the time to reveal the mystery, nor is it the time to decide who I am."
Sai Zong pondered for a moment and finally asked, "When is the moment of decision?"
