infodatos Chapter 411 Watcher of the Abyss
Chapter 411 Watcher of the Abyss
Chapter 411 Watcher of the Abyss
"Om."
From a long distance away, Ashmir heard a loud noise coming from behind, and what came with the loud noise was a flying battle axe.
Silver light flashed, and at the same time there was the sound of metallic sparks, adding a bit of night chill to Lothric who could not see the night sky.
And after the twinkling of the stars, the warrior in the cloak slammed into the wall fiercely, and the roar of the wall collapsing could hardly conceal his painful moan of spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"That's it..." The woman's cold voice came, and the white-haired knight in black armor gently lifted the handle of the giant axe.
The sound of metal rubbing is like a progressive dance music, and the slowly falling drops of rain are like the whine of the sky.
The huge ax was carried on the shoulder, and the metal boots stepped on the puddle step by step, splashing little drops of water.
But soon, the footsteps stopped, and standing between the knight and the warrior was a girl in a white robe.
"You, don't get any closer!" Hearing the girl's almost angry tone, the corners of Osiris' mouth slightly curled up, and the giant ax in his hand slowly dropped.
"To be honest, I admire you priests of the White Cult..." Her cold words passed through the rain to the girl's ears: "It's like moths longing for the light of fire."
"Always out of control."
The raindrops fell on the black armor, and then danced gently with the shaking of the giant axe. It was like a moving elf walking between the gaps and lines of the armor, but it seemed that it couldn't make any sound.
"boom!"
The sound of metal rubbing reappeared in the rain. The great sword of the undead team was blocked by the giant axe, and the sparks from the friction fell on the talisman on Ashemir's chest.
"It's that thing..." A smile appeared on Osiris' face, while Ashemir's sword was trembling slowly.
"Drink!"
The undead team exerted all their strength, and with his roar, a huge galloping wolf also rushed out from the shadows. It collided with the rainwater and also collided with the body at the same time.
"Let's go." Seeing the flying figure, Ashmir could only push the girl behind him to leave. If the giant ax struck again, he couldn't guarantee what would happen.
"No..." The girl naturally saw the undead team's embarrassment, she waved her arms and screamed, not wanting to leave.
But how can a flesh and blood body twist through a metal arm? The girl's cheek was pressed against the wolf's hair, as if feeling the warmth of a stove, but gusts of wind blew across her back, as if she was leaving All light is gone.
"Drink." Seeing the girl leaving on the galloping wolf, Osiris just sneered, her gaze was completely on the chest of the undead team, the half of the talisman was like hot gold, attracting greedy knights.
With the girl's departure, other servants of the abyss around gradually came up, and the sound of neat footsteps was particularly eye-catching in the heavy rain, like the drums of war, sounding an elegy at dusk.
It's just that all of this may seem a bit too exaggerated for one person.
"Slap." Ashmir's helmet was gently placed on the ground, his shoulder armor was slowly taken off, the blood-red cloak fell into the heavy rain, and the metal mask was also peeled off.
"What, are you going to surrender?" The voice was as cold as rain, but also deafening. Ashemir, who was holding a big sword, sighed, and then showed a relieved smile.
Although his smile was relieved, it also carried a little bleakness that should be in the heavy rain.
"It's late, isn't it?"
Just as the rain dances on the empty ruins, the waving sword also jumps up and falls in the flesh and blood. The "click" of the rain is the accompaniment of the dance of flesh and blood.
"Hmm..." The young man's cheek fell into the puddle, but he had to get up again. The blood on the blade flowed down the edge to the ground, but it soon spread to the warrior's body again.
This tango seems to be his elegy, but the rain seems to herald the rolling thunder.
"Buzz!"
Accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, sawdust and broken walls slammed heavily on the soldiers in the abyss, and the knights in silver armor walked out of the broken ground.
"I took a sip of wine, sorry." She stood beside the crawling warrior, holding up the broken but still repaired long sword in her hand.
"Rhodan, isn't that right?" Osiris looked at her with a look full of memories: "I really enjoyed fighting with you."
"Heh." Her words only attracted the knight's sneer and mocking friction. She brushed the metal gauntlet over the blade, slowly wiping off the water and blood on it.
"I hope the blood on it can be a dark color."
Her words made Ashemir chuckle. He gently held the dagger with his arm, but his consciousness was already focused on the black armored knight.
"Forget it... I don't have time to play with you." Osiris' nod was like a signal, and all the darkness in the pitch black rain rushed towards the flickering long sword and flame.
"Drink!" Lightning flashed on the left hand of the chief knight, and golden lightning rained down on her surroundings. As she got closer to the god's city, the response she could get became clearer and clearer. .
Accompanied by lightning, Ashmir's great sword danced in the air, and his target was only one person from beginning to end.
"Bang!" The giant ax and the great sword collided again in the air, but this time Ashmir immediately twisted his body and began to flip in the air.
The helmet and visor that fell off was because it was too dark in front of him, and the cloak floating in the air was because the things behind him were too heavy.
Ashemir's great sword was spinning in the air, and he also flipped in the air with it. The most outstanding undead team, there is, and there will always be only one kind of sword technique.
That is the swordsmanship of wolves.
"boom!"
Sparks continued to burst from Osiris' great axe, but her left hand was covered with black deposits.
"Shua." In the neutral position of swordsmanship, a dark energy rushed straight, knocking down the undead team to the ground, and at the same time rushed towards the knight wielding lightning.
"Bang!" The knight's lightning slammed into the darkness, and even the most profound power paled in comparison to the power that belonged to King Gwen.
"I'll come." Rhodean stood in front of the fallen undead team, and then raised the long sword in his hand high.
"Remember what I said last time?" She looked at Osiris and shook her head with a chuckle: "I said last time, don't laugh, you are so arrogant."
"The blade bestowed on me by King Gwen's Lightning!"
"Om."
Ben Lei appeared with the darkness, and also with the violent wind and rain, even though it was so out of place in the dark clouds, but... it knew very well, as the lightning itself, what to do.
And Rhodean also understood what he should do as a knight.
"I am the chief knight of Lothric!"
The long sword flipped past the tomahawk, and the metal visor passed sideways past the metal blade.
Rhodean, who had miscalculated the blow, immediately jumped back, because he had already heard the whistling of the wind coming from behind.
"boom!"
The blade of the ax stirs up gravel and wind and rain, while the long sword stirs up thunder and fire.
But even at this moment, the long sword is no match for that terrifying power, no matter how powerful a knight is, he is not an opponent of darkness.
"Bang!" The iron helmet's kick hit the knight's chest directly, breaking the armor and causing her to roll and fall to the distance.
"Slap." There was blood on the corner of the knight's mouth, but her fighting spirit did not disappear from her eyes.
"None of the knights in Losric died on the bed..." Rhodean said as he got up, the woman in front of her was like a nightmare, no matter in Farland or in Losric...she was the most terrifying guy.
"Then die." Osiris' fist moved in response, and then slammed on the sword in Rhodean's hand. The huge force made her fly upside down again, and then slammed into the house fiercely.
"Solve the most obstructive guy..." His cold eyes locked on the undead team who will climb up, "Then it's you..."
The iron ax was lifted again, until it was hung by the woman and held by the hand, the ear-piercing sound of the ax blade rubbing against the ground came slowly, and at the same time, it also drove some waves in the stagnant water.
"boom."
There was the sound of muffled thunder in the distance, and the flickering light was also implied by the raised giant axe.
However, what it wants to do is not so bright.
"Goodbye, I hope you can accept the abyss after death."
"Om."
A body retreated in response, but it didn't seem to be the man who fell on the ground.
"Ashemir!" In a trance, the last undead team seemed to hear someone calling his name. In the blur in front of his eyes, he also seemed to see a woman in a white dress standing in front of him, gently shaking his hands. patted his cheek.
"It's really endless..." Osiris looked at the two people not far away with a look of boredom, and the wolf who was staring at her made her frown even more.
"Let's go, let's go..." The girl's hands were wet, whether it was rain or tears, she helped Ashemir stand up, wanting him to leave here with her.
"Ridiculous..." Osiris leaped high, and then threw the huge ax in his hand towards the two of them.
"Aww!" The howl of the running wolf blocked the attack, and also blocked Osiris who wanted to attack.
"Are even the beasts going to fight against me now?" Osiris shook the darkness almost instantly.
The pure darkness is far more harmful than the biting thunder. The running wolf fell back to the ground, and then revealed the two people in a panic behind it.
"Slap." The girl who supported Ashemir fell to the ground just because of a slip of her foot, splashing mud and water onto Ashemir's face.
"Quick...go away..." He looked at the girl in front of him dimly, and subconsciously asked her to leave.
The girl shook her head and let her golden hair hang down in the rain: "I promised King Gwen, and I promised you..."
"I won't, never again..."
"Clap."
Sometimes life and death come as suddenly as rain, but they are unusually long. The dim light illuminates the girl's face, and also reflects the battle axe.
All of this was extremely unclear and intermittent in front of Ashmir's eyes, but he felt the heat flow in his hand, and he clearly knew what it was.
blood...
Is it mine?
Ashemir shook his head subconsciously, because he saw the smile of the girl in the blur.
and her last whisper.
"I never told you my name, did I?"
"My name is Sophia...remember...remember..."
"Please, don't forget...forget her..."
"Snapped."
Ashemir didn't know what the emotion coming from inside his body was...sadness?Or is it helpless...but...all he feels is coldness.
Far more than the coldness on his face, far more than the coldness on his shoulders, and also farther than the coldness from that body that his fingers slightly felt.
"Running Wolf... If you really exist...why... watch the darkness wreak havoc?"
Ashemir murmured, he gently hugged the girl in front of him, but for some reason, a little flame ignited on his body, and that flame burned everything...whether it was the rain or the puff in his arms. she.
He stretched out his hand to grab those ashes, but unexpectedly found that even ashes can be ignited by flames... Little sparks are not afraid of strong wind and rain, just like a little spark, gradually drifting into the air.
Seeing the ashes slowly drifting away in front of his eyes, what followed was black blood... He could hear a sound spreading in the blood.
Is it the voice of a wolf?
Or... am I hearing their voices from the past?
He felt a familiar feeling, something both he and Hawkwood had, but lost... like flames...
Ashmir's ears were blurred, he could only feel a force slowly pouring into his body, it seemed to be like a flame... what he deserved...but was rejected.
"Yeah...the place where I left for so long..."
"Today, I finally came back."
There was no joy or surprise in Osiris' eyes. She frowned as she watched the flames and strength gathered on the man...Fran's undead team...the former salary kings...they once drank wolf blood together, and Swear to use this power together.
That's right... this power...is the power that belongs to the salary kings...
It's been too long, too long... It's been so long that I have forgotten that I used to be a salary king...
"Bang!" Accompanied by Ashmir's enlightenment, the flames on his body intensified.
He stood up slowly, his body was billowing with flames, and his sword was swirling with black blood. This was the power that belonged to the former king, and it also belonged to Fran, the power of the undead team. Suddenly, Ashemir thought of it Hawkwood once said a word: "If it's you, it's fine."
His figure was lowered, and the big sword was held in his right hand. The flame just wrapped around his whole body, and also wrapped around his heart.
"Watchers of the Abyss: Faran's Undead Squad."
"For wolf blood, and flames."
(End of this chapter)