Chapter 310 The immortal movement was originally sung like this
Immortal spirits and immortal souls, crossing the river of the past life, the wind of rest is yesterday's noise, the darkness ahead is the future, break the darkness, the new world of immortality, break the darkness, endless sinking...
"What the hell are these lyrics? They are full of sorrow and melancholy. They seem to say something, but also seem to say nothing. They are also inconsistent. What breaks the darkness, but leads to endless sinking. Breaking the darkness, isn't it endless light?
? Good guy, endless light, if you change it, it will be a hymn of light."
Nigris complained with an expression that hurt his eyes.
The most musical creature on the side... Vanya, yes, Vanya, the tauren cook, is actually the most musical creature among Ange's men. She also enjoys singing and singing, because she likes to hum while cooking.
snort.
Moreover, it is full of energy, has a loud voice, and has a wide vocal range. It can sing anything from a dwarf's war song to a castrato's high note.
Of course, the one with the best musical skills is the castrato Sanglid who was taken advantage of by Anger, but he is not here.
There is no way, the level is like this, I can only rush to put it on the shelf, Vanya said: "Maybe it's for the harmonious rhyme, I'll give it a try - Immortal Spirit - ahem - Yoyong... No, Nai
Mr. Ge, my voice and rhyme don't match, so I can't sing well."
Nigris thought for a while and said: "Is it possible that this is not a song of the undead, so it must be sung in the common language of the undead? Well, do the undead have a common language?"
Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Ange in unison.
Ange tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Ouch——"
Boom! The souls of all the undead creatures present felt as if they were struck by lightning. It didn’t matter what syllable Ange shouted, what mattered was the fluctuation at the soul level.
The soul fluctuations expanded, and everyone could clearly feel the beating of thunderous war drums, and there was an ethereal singing voice~
Immortal spirit——
and the immortal soul——
Stepping through the river of the past life——
Everyone feels that their souls are beating faster, their attention is more concentrated than ever before, and the burning desire to fight rises in their souls...
"It turns out that the immortal music is sung with the soul, and the soul is the universal language." Nigris muttered.
The wind of rest is yesterday's hustle and bustle, and the darkness ahead is the future——
When Ange sang this section, everyone felt like they were back in the Abyss of Rest, surrounded by howling wind and endless darkness in front of them. But the strange thing is that everyone did not feel the same irritability as before when they were in the wind of Rest.
There is a kind of peace and tranquility listening to the raindrops in front of the window.
The howling wind was like a hand that soothed the soul, soothing their raging fighting spirit.
"Zhaobada, it's such a strange contrast. The lyrics obviously don't mean this, so why does it feel like this when it's sung? The singing of the soul..."
Break the darkness, the new world of eternal life, break the darkness, endless sinking——
The lyrics entered the most contradictory place. After breaking through the darkness, there was an endless sinking. It was originally extremely weird, but when he sang this, Nigris felt a strong sinking feeling in his soul, as if he was about to fall.
As if sinking endlessly.
But soon, it felt some kind of strength supporting its soul.
Two opposing forces made its soul fire shrink into a ball.
Boom! Raging soul flames emerged from Nigris's body. Not only it, but also the little zombie, and two light spots also appeared in the trees in the distance.
"This... the heart of my soul has condensed?" Nigris said in shock.
Its brass baby dragon body is essentially an immortal body with soul fire inside, but no consciousness. Nigris projected his thoughts onto the brass dragon and controlled its activities.
Since there is no need to fight, Nigris doesn't care much about the strength of the Brass Dragon's soul. No one can beat it anyway, so there is no point in being stronger, as long as it is enough.
Unexpectedly, now, under the resonance of the two immortal movements, the brass dragon's soul fire has condensed into the soul heart.
The heart of the soul is the symbol of advanced undead creatures. The undead creatures at this stage are called golden skeletons, iron zombies, lich kings, undead saints, and black warrior emperors.
"Hey, the soul of the body has only been used for two years, can it be upgraded to the heart of the soul? I haven't even slept or tempered it." Nigris suddenly thought of a question.
It takes a long time to go from the fire of the soul to the heart of the soul. For example, Feilin still does not have a soul heart until now. It has been more than a thousand years since he became a lich.
However, lichs generally learn magic, and the level of magic determines their strength. The strength of the soul only affects the recovery speed.
Not only it, but the little zombies have also condensed. I originally gave it the Wailling Sound Necklace to speed up its improvement, but I didn't expect that Ange could finish it by singing two verses. I dare to upgrade the accelerator for this undead movement.
Except for the two of them who have been upgraded, the souls of the rest of the undead creatures have also been condensed a lot, and they have all made great progress.
"I understand, this 'sinking' does not mean what we understand, but shrinking inward, endless shrinking, sinking inward, isn't it the state of the heart of the soul?" Negris suddenly realized.
Luther pulled Nagle: "I understand everything you said, but what are those two things?" As he spoke, he pointed to the two light spots in the forest.
At this moment, a ethereal singing sound came from the direction of the light spot.
"I've stopped breathing-"
"But I'm not already dead -"
"Soul fire replaces life. You must escape before the dawn sun comes -"
Everyone was shocked. Not only the undead creatures, but also living creatures like Luther Lightning felt shocked.
Lightning murmured: "What a beautiful song? I feel like my soul has been touched. Who is singing?"
Everyone turned their attention to the woods in the distance. When Ange sang just now, the soul flames of Nigris and the little zombie were ignited, and the two light spots in the distance were also ignited almost at the same time.
"I only have myself left -"
“All my friends and relatives have left me——”
"Put the cloak of night around you——"
"Hide the secret of the ulcerated skin——"
Lisa pressed her breasts fiercely, and the lyrics almost sang into her heart.
I was left alone, my relatives and friends were far away from me, and I was wrapped in thick clothes to hide the secret that my skin was dry.
When she was first reincarnated as a lich, Lisa was so anxious that she wanted to explode as her skin dried up day by day. Her extreme regret and anger gave her a strong urge to hit people and destroy things.
Thanks to Feilin, who endured all her venting and stayed with her to comfort her until time passed away.
In order not to become ugly, Lisa tried countless methods, even flattening her skin and gluing it together.
The song that struck directly into the soul was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart, making everyone feel depressed and depressed.
Only Ange and the others were at a loss. Why should everyone be sad? The saplings even sent out a warm message: try hard - long - hard - long - I want everyone to regain their vitality.
It's a pity that its enthusiasm cannot offset the touching effect of singing on the soul.
Oh, where should I go? My body is infested with maggots——
Oh~ Where should we go? I am full of doubts about the world——
…
The cessation of breathing is not the end of life, the peace of the soul is the beginning of death——
…
Oh, where should we go? The soul is at peace - (the place where the wind of rest blows)
Ah~ (Undead creatures are born here)
Ah~ (This scene is etched in my memory)
Nigris couldn't help but said in shock: "Surprisingly, there is even a harmony. It's so professional. I know what these two are, the Wailing Banshee, why are they here?"
No one paid attention to Nigris's murmur, everyone was immersed in this beautiful singing, and the chorus was about to come.
The singing gradually became cheerful.
Come on, baby, congratulations on your immortality -
Release your energy -
Ignite your soul flame——
Throw away all the shackles and let you become a new you——
Everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, and their bodies couldn't help but move. Lightning kicked and danced lightly. If it were to participate in a dressage equestrian competition, it would be difficult not to win the championship.
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After recovering from the singing, everyone walked towards the two light spots. As they got closer, everyone could see clearly that they were two spiritual bodies.
The two spirits also came towards them, but after seeing clearly the combination of Ange and his party, they hesitated and almost wanted to turn around and run away.
"Don't run, don't run, I'm dead, not alive." Nigris quickly took two steps faster, revealed his soul, and flew towards the two spirits.
The two spirits quickly saluted Negris, and then asked doubtfully: "But you..."
"Magic, a kind of magic. Let's go back and find a corpse to show you. By the way, you are the wailing banshees. Why are you here?" Negris asked.
The two wailing banshees looked at each other and shook their heads: "I am Dolly, and this is Domi. We don't know why we are here. We seem to have been here for many years, wandering around in a muddle until just now.
, there is a voice that wakes us up, who wakes us up?"
The two banshees roamed around everyone's body, and finally landed on Ange. Needless to say, they recognized Ange's aura, and solemnly knelt down and said: "Thank you for giving us a new life."
Ange tilted his head.
"Get up, get up, by the way, are you two alone? Where are the other banshees? You are from the Howling Opera Troupe, right? You Howling Banshees always act in a group, why are there only two of you left?
"Negris asked.
The two banshees looked at each other, shook their heads and said: "We don't know either. We only remember that the witch said: The storm of the soul is coming. Go to sleep. I hope you will wake up one day. And that's it now, but
It seems that we have been wandering in this land before this."
"Soul storm? What soul storm? Where is the witch?" Nigris asked urgently.
God, it's so hard. I finally heard something different from these wailing banshees. What is the soul storm? Even witches can't bear it? Why let them sleep? Can sleep resist the soul storm?
However, the expressions of the two banshees had cooled down and they looked at it angrily: "How dare you call the witch by her name? What a bold lizard!"
One of the banshees subconsciously wanted to open her mouth, but she glanced at Ange and held back. If it hadn't been for Ange, she would have had to give this bold brass dragon a fear spell.
"Well, it's me, it's me, the God of Knowledge, the Book of Brass, Ange, move me out." Among the people in the Undead Empire who are most qualified to call witches directly, she is at least one.
Ange brought out the Book of Brass, frightening the two banshees to their knees: "Greetings to the God of Knowledge, we didn't know it was you, please don't blame us."
Naturally, Nigris would not argue with them and continued to ask: "Where are the witches? Where did the witches go? Why are you here?"
The two banshees looked at each other, shook their heads and said: "We were invited by humans to attend the music festival. On the way back, the witch seemed to have received some message, frowning, and finally stopped.
Let us go into deep sleep, what about the soul storm? After we regain our consciousness, we will see you, and we don’t know where the witch has gone.”
Disappointed, it seems that it is impossible to ask more key information from these two banshees. It may be because of this that Meisha picked up the wailing voice of the lead singer here. Maybe other banshees are also here.
existed.
But more than a thousand years have passed, and some of them may have unfortunately dissipated, some have been eliminated and purified by humans, and some have been burned to death by the sun. These are all possibilities.
"Forget it, let's farm. There may be other banshees around here. Let's look for them while we're farming." Nigris said.
Ange quickly took out the Sacred Earth Hammer and threw it to the little angel. The little zombie, whose soul had been upgraded to a level, formed two huge hoes, and a group of people rushed out.
Negris turned to the two banshees and asked: "What are you going to do? Do you want to follow us? If you want to follow, you have to offer your soul oath to Ange."
These two were witches, and they were on the same level. Nigris could not force them to sacrifice their souls, but if they volunteered, there would be no problem. If the great witch did not die, he would not be blamed.
The two banshees didn't hesitate too much and dedicated their souls to the oath. Not everyone can sing the immortal music, but Ange can sing it and gave them new life. It is natural to dedicate their souls.
Especially knowing that it is already a thousand years later, the Immortal Empire has been destroyed, and I can't even return home, so I can only sacrifice my soul.
However, after devoting their soul oath, they were packed into the Palace of Rest and walked around, and then they realized that the only two people in the Immortal Empire were left in front of them.
Ange led everyone to cultivate mushrooms there happily. With gravel, clean humus, humid air, and not too strong sunlight, Siobada is simply a paradise for the growth of holy mushrooms.
After playing for two days, Luther and others became unhappy and slacked off: "It's so boring. Didn't we say we would come over and help Grandma Lisa kill that Us Principality? Why haven't you come yet?"
As soon as the voice fell, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats echoed in the mountain forest. A knight with several scars on his face rushed over, came to Lisa, saluted, and said loudly: "Report to your lord, the Us people are coming.
"
It was Crow who had apparently cured his disability. After reporting to Lisa, Crow turned to Ange and bowed respectfully to his chest.
It was this adult who grabbed his legs, cut them off, whittled them, straightened them like sugar cane, and then reattached them. Crow didn't feel any pain during the whole process, and he was able to walk after being reattached. It was a miracle.
But Lisa looked at the scars on his face and said with disdain: "Cro, you really don't want to treat the scars on your face? It's too ugly."
Crowe smiled slightly: "No, they will always alert me. Mistakes will lead to serious consequences."
PS: The full text of "Song of the Dead" is downstairs, written by: Tao Xiaoying
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