Chapter 1029 The moment of decision

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.
To be continued...