Chapter 62 Undead? Souls?
When Jiu Nian's earth-shattering blow struck Luo Xia's face, countless viewers took screenshots, and a large number of memes were quickly created.
There are scenes of Rorschach showing off, trash-talking, and getting his face smashed into pieces by a stick.
At the same time, they were very satisfied with the recreation of the famous scene, therefore
—A half-image of "[What did you just say you wanted to be, king?]" and a half-image of "[Aaaaaah—!]" Rorschach being smashed to pieces were pieced together.
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"The collage is finished, everyone is welcome to enjoy it (What did you just say you wanted to be a king?.jpg)"
"As expected of our sixth brother, Luo Xia! He always brings us unexpected surprises! (I'm never going to be a Lu Han again.jpg)"
"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Look at the camera! (Me! Rorschach! The great vampire count!.jpg)"
Everyone was laughing at Rorschach without exception.
His memes also began to spread wildly in various live streaming rooms.
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The encirclement and suppression of Magellan's caravan by various forces continues, and shortly after Jiu Nian fell into the abyss, a large number of people are preparing to approach this area.
"Splash..."
A torrential downpour followed, enveloping large swathes of desolate land in a curtain of rain, bringing the battle to a successful conclusion.
As the rain subsided more than 10,000 meters away, the surface of Loch Ness returned to calm.
"Boom... Boom..."
As the earth trembled again, a long convoy, escorted by Caesar's army, fought its way back towards Loch Ness.
That was Magellan's transport convoy. It had been more than four months since they landed at the East Blue port and were chased by the Beast Pirates.
The pursuit continued to grow, with other principalities joining the hunt after learning about the goods they were transporting…
At this moment, a soldier at the rear of the convoy looked at the endless stream of pursuers behind him and laughed in anger. He clicked his tongue, seemingly brewing something.
The sudden dryness in his throat made him gag: "Ugh... Damn it! These bastards swarm the convoy like dogs that smell poop!"
The soldier beside him was even more helpless, giving him a disdainful look: "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts! In the end, whether it is a duchy or a kingdom, isn't it all maintained by interests?"
"boom--!"
As the two were talking, a sword aura suddenly cleaved the road in the distance, causing the entire group to jolt.
"Damn it..."
An old man at the end of the line rubbed his face and laboriously waved his staff to intercept the incoming frost arrows.
The soldier who spoke first slowly stepped back in front of him, his face filled with worry, and said:
"Hey! Aiden! Although you used to be Daedalus's bodyguard, you're getting on in years now. Why don't I take over?"
The old man called Aiden swallowed hard, and with a flick of his staff, he precisely blocked the dense rain of swords.
With a powerful leap, he nimbly crossed the broken pavement and delivered a heavy punch to the soldier's head.
"Shh! Save your energy for running away! Also, I have nothing to do with that beast anymore!"
"..."
Struck by this, the soldier shut his mouth in embarrassment and gradually moved to the edge of the formation, getting closer to the two soldiers who were gossiping.
Blood-red moonlight pierced through the branches of the Nice Forest, and Aiden's silver armor was already stained with blood and rusted.
Despite his listless appearance, he clenched his teeth and stared in astonishment at the top of the carriage.
He swiftly severed the black gun barrel nailed to the roof of the carriage, revealing a letter tucked into the black raven emblem at the end.
"A bunch of snobbish bastards...! They're really giving us way too much face!"
Without even glancing at it, he could tell it was a letter of coercion and inducement to surrender, so he cursed under his breath and burned it.
"Pfft..."
As the convoy drew closer to Loch Ness, the surrounding roads became increasingly rugged and the ground increasingly wet.
The seemingly endless waterfront gradually came into view.
Because of the previous all-out attack, the vast lakeside, which covered an enormous area, had spread its blessings far and wide.
This has caused the surrounding environment to change drastically under the influence of the lake.
The soldier, unable to contain his curiosity, his eyes darting around, clutched his head and leaned forward: "Seriously, what made Aiden give up such a high-paying job? Those nobles have plenty of money..."
These remarks immediately drew a response from another soldier with a head full of bandages: "Is it because of that purple-haired duke who murdered his own brother?"
The three of them drew closer and closer, clearing away the monsters along the way while also gossiping amongst themselves.
The soldier, his face covered in soot, shook his head and lowered his voice deliberately: "I don't know, but he must have had a reason for refusing. That purple-haired nobleman is a beast; he even killed his own brother..."
"Daedalus! He has a younger brother?! This beast actually has a brother?! That—"
"Southwest!" The surprised words were abruptly cut short, followed by Aiden's voice, which was enveloped in wind elemental magic.
Three arrows crackling with lightning shot through the air, pinning the skeleton that leaped out of the shadows to a large tree.
The heavy skeleton was still struggling, and the ghostly blue soul fire flickering in its eye sockets swayed from side to side as if mocking everyone.
"So his brother—" The soldier wanted to continue asking, but was quickly interrupted by his companion's exclamation.
"No, something's wrong with these skeletons!" The disheveled soldier patted his companion on the shoulder and gestured for him to look up at the tree.
"elder sister…"
"I...I will...I will..."
The skeleton, nailed to the ground, had its mouth open, its fingers seemingly gripping the arrow in its chest. With this movement, it began to speak human language.
The soldier, his eyes wide like saucers, felt a chill run down his spine: "How can they make human voices...!? Do they even have voices!?"
"You mean…" Another soldier leaned over, clearly very interested in the topic.
He swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and asked tentatively, "A...a...ghost?"
He quickly shook his head, and the disheveled soldier instantly became wary: "I can't find the words to describe this kind of individual..."
"Undead?" An adventurer dressed in light green clothes approached and tentatively uttered the word.
After thinking for a moment, the soldier suddenly had a flash of inspiration and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up:
"That's a good word. What should I call you? You seem like a cultured guy, how could you be so stupid as to take on a task like this?"
"Just call me Talos…" The green-clad adventurer shrugged, twisted his wrist, and cut a monster in half at the waist, looking at him calmly