Creak - Arthur turned over, and there was a sharp friction sound from the armor.
He felt that the disappeared dwarves must have bodies as strong as iron walls.
This cold "stone bed" was actually made with many bumps and corners, which made him feel very uncomfortable even through the armor. However, the only advantage was that it was wide enough, and he did not fall even if he rolled twice.
No, wait, if you think about it, he might have fallen off? And who sleeps in armor?
Arthur sat up suddenly. Before he had time to question the pain all over his body, his attention was attracted by the surrounding environment.
The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally blood-red or ice-blue lightning flashed across the sky. There were no plants on the bare surface, and large and small gravels were scattered everywhere. Blue-purple mist filled the surroundings, and the visibility was only a few meters.
If you look further into the distance, you can still vaguely see many tall buildings hidden in the thick fog.
"Well... I remember..." Arthur tried to recall his last memory. Even if he was blinded by the ancient scroll, it would be too ridiculous to be blinded to death.
After unrolling the scroll, he seemed to see a girl taking a nap in the garden, but now he could not recall her appearance, only an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy remained.
Speaking of which, I have been unconscious three times recently, once when I met Graybeard, and once when I came into contact with a girl who was suspected of being an imperial princess. This time was even better, as I ran directly to the annihilation realm of an unknown demon god. Anyway, this weird scenery can never be in the tower.
Marill continent.
Chi--With a weird sound like air leakage, a confused man appeared in front of Arthur. His blue and transparent body showed his identity as the soul of the dead, and the style of his leather armor proved that he was a storm cloak.
Scout.
"Uh, hello?" Arthur greeted tentatively.
"Enemy attack!" The soul shouted loudly, and after a pause, he shouted again: "It's the Imperial Regiment - ugh!"
His body froze, then changed back to a confused look, and then swayed his body and walked into the fog: "We must... warn... the Imperial Corps is approaching Xueman..."
After the soul left, a "white flower" like an egg roll grew and bloomed in the place where it had just appeared.
"This is..." Arthur tried to touch the flower.
Although the reason is unknown, it seems that this flower is very useful to him.
"[Roar——!]" Before Arthur touched the white flower, a huge dragon roar sounded above his head, and at the same time, the hurricane blew up making him unsteady and retreating.
"[Yo, Duwakein~]" A rather familiar voice sounded. Arthur looked up and saw a giant dragon parked on a nearby hollow boulder, looking down at him with its tattered wings.
, with the body showing the internal bones, and the eyes emitting ice blue light, who else could it be but the ghost dragon Duneville who was beaten away twice by him?
"[In the 'Soul Cairn', the power I have cannot be compared to the 'summoned' state,]" the ghost dragon said viciously: "[How dare you come to my territory, you are seeking death.
,road!】"
Soul Cairn? Sounds familiar, but now is not the time to think about it.
"Really?" Arthur raised his head and responded: "So, as long as I kill you here, you will die completely and cannot be summoned again, right?"
"[You can try it!]" Duneville roared angrily, swooping down with a dark breath.
"Shh - don't struggle -" When Arthur was about to transform into a giant dragon and fight it, his waist suddenly tightened, and then a woman's voice whispered in his ears.
After a slight hesitation, Arthur gave up fighting the force in his waist. The next moment, when Duneville pounced, he was carried hundreds of meters away by the force and disappeared directly into the ghost dragon.
in the field of vision.
"[Roar——!]" Dunevel slapped the ground angrily, summoning a large number of shadow skeletons to chase in that direction.
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"Can you let me go, this... girl?" After Arthur finally adapted to being pulled by a rope, and had to speed up his pace to follow, he realized that the person pulling him was
A rather smartly dressed young woman.
Viewed from the back, this woman is wearing a classic aristocratic dark red high-cut long skirt, smooth black leather pants and leather boots, a black corseted leather armor with exquisite patterns, and a short black cloak hanging just behind her waist.
"We're not out of danger yet." The woman turned around and said quickly, with a calm voice that was vaguely charming.
Now Arthur saw her appearance clearly. She had black hair shawl, the hair on her forehead was braided into four braids at the back of her head, she had a slightly pointed oval face, slender eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and bright red lips.
, a pair of phoenix eyes emit a faint yellow light...wait, yellow light?
After fighting vampires on the surface for two months, he was followed by vampires when he came underground in Blackfall, and now he even has it in his dreams... Arthur wanted to sigh heavily.
As if to confirm the woman's words, Duneville flapped his tattered wings and chased after him from behind. Around him, dark skeletons continued to emerge from the ground to join the encircling and intercepting army.
"[Duvacin! You are dead!]" The ghost dragon roared in a meaningless threat.
"Wow, I have never seen it lose such a temper. You must have taught it a lesson in the main material world." The woman turned her head and looked at the angry ghost dragon, and then gradually increased her speed.
"I didn't know earlier, but..." Arthur had to cooperate and keep up with her: "I have encountered it twice this month."
"Then you are very powerful." The woman suddenly made a circle, picked a "white flower" from the ground and bit it: "But it will be greatly strengthened when it is in the 'Soul Cairn'.
And it will continue to regenerate, so we generally don’t confront it head-on.”
"By the way...what are you eating?" Arthur looked at the ghost dragon that was being pushed further and further away: "Also, when you said 'we', who did you mean?"
"That thing is called a 'soul shell'. Souls need to pass through a passage when they appear here. The breath of life escaping from the passage is the nutrient for their growth. Any undead that wants to appear in the material world needs it. Depending on the specific strength,
The amount required is not the same, but it is roughly the same as the gold coins in the world of the living - but it is quite delicious."
As he spoke, a huge dark castle appeared in sight, and the vampire woman dragged Arthur straight to the main entrance of the castle.
"And 'we', of course, refers to the self-preserving souls like you~" There was a water-like barrier outside the castle gate. When Serana and Arthur passed by, it only fluctuated slightly, but it resolutely blocked the various people surrounding it.
The skeleton was blocking the outside, and Duneville had already known that he would turn around and leave.
"Welcome to [Waukihar Castle]~" she said cheerfully.
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"You stupid girl, Mr. Arthur is a living person!"
In the castle parlor, a middle-aged woman whose dress and appearance were very similar to Serana was hitting her on the head.
To this... Arthur agreed. It wasn't until she took her to meet the owner of the castle, her mother Berelika, that she realized that the two of them did not exchange names, but they had exchanged a lot about the taste of "soul shell".
Although the "self-aware souls" in the castle can communicate normally, they always feel a little stupid. It seems that something must have been lost between life and death, but I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that this vampire lady is very fond of herself.
For curiosity and attention.
"Um... Excuse me..." Arthur took advantage of his mother's lecture to his daughter to come to an end and was about to ask about the Soul Cairn and the ghost dragon summoner, but he was overtaken by Belerica.
"Mr. Arthur, which goddess have you disrespected? Meridia? Azula? Or Namira or Mephala?" She looked Arthur up and down: "The soul was ejected directly, but
But he's not dead, it's probably not Namira or Mephala, the two bad-tempered ones."
"Uh..." Arthur's thoughts of recalling who the girl was were interrupted by the lady's nonchalant call to God's name.
"Hey, don't worry. Although this is annihilation, it is a land of no one. Not to mention the devil, not even the Holy Spirit can sense this place..." Berelica paused: "By the way, will you offend me?"
Is it the Holy Spirit? This behavior of keeping oneself out of sight is quite similar to that of Ginales and DiBella."
I still want to know it myself!
"How do I go back?" Arthur decided not to continue chatting with the disconnected mother and daughter, and made a request immediately.
"Well, one way is to wait for the person who kicks you out to calm down, and the other way is to put your body in danger. However, we usually use the third way," Berelika stood up and took the food from the room next to her.
Come over and bring a large pot of "soul shell": "Eat!"
I must bring Sophie next time! Arthur thought as he gnawed on something that looked like an egg roll.
"If you meet my husband Hakon, please help beat him back." When Arthur felt that he was about to "wake up", he heard Berelica say this.
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 23rd, 19:42——
Blackfall,Zac Tower.
Outside Arthur's ward, Barbas was being chased by Mercer Frey, who was holding an ordinary dagger.
"Woof! Woof! That was done by Will! It's none of my business!" it defended while running.
"Your suggestion played a decisive role!" The result of scheming against the demon but not getting hurt seemed to make Mercer Frey a little swollen. After his attempt to assassinate Babas failed, he showed up brazenly and started to hunt him down.
Even though the Dragonborn Baron is a bit powerful, there is only a girl and a talking dog here.
"It's incredible." Sophie sat beside Arthur's bed, holding a glass of grape juice and watching the weird battle there. She didn't know whether her words meant that the pet dared to throw a pot to its owner or that it was a servant of the devil.
But being hunted down by ordinary humans.
Swish, swish, ding! Mercer threw out three daggers, two of which were dodged by Barbas, and the last one hit the pipe on the wall, turned around and flew towards Sophie, Arthur beside him.
"Ah..." Sophie opened her mouth slightly, but before she could make any remedial measures, a hand reached out from behind the girl and firmly caught the "flying knife".
