Chapter 316 – Dying Brave

[Promoted to second-ring sorcerer, your soul’s power is materialized]

[You have the ability to unleash higher level spells.]

[Life and death intertwined words in effect ……]

[Thinker in continuous effect ……]

[Your soul is observing life and death and continuing to think about the construction of new spells, and in the process, you have purchased new sorcerer materials with soulstones]

[Soul Collector in effect, your soul fluctuations are brilliantly masked, no one knows about your power advancement]

[You keep a low profile, knowing full well that other wizards knowing your promotion speed will cause such a stir that even the Tower Master, who rarely appears, will come forward as a result]

[You’re too emotional to waste your time on this]

[You have a love of learning and continue to learn, combining real-world knowledge of wizardry to create your own second-ring spells]

[You begin to dabble in the realm of the undead, purifying your own medieval ravens]

[A drop of Witch Demon Tear, ten Stygian Grasses, two wing bones of Stygian Crows, and a certain amount of art formations at night during the time of the blood moon]

[Your Incomplete Stygian Raven mount has evolved.]

[Transformed into a true raven of the underworld]

[That’s the undead species that has no flesh and blood, whose body consists of bones and whose soul fire is connected to the underworld]

[Not very strong, with only the advantage of speed.]

[But it’s an excellent start for you, meaning an official step into the realm of the dead, the spirits, death]

[You’re watching the endless underworld]

……

[Sixth year of simulation, you’re 23 years old]

[After a year of training, you’ve mastered a number of second-ring spells, and although you haven’t yet reached the limit of your combat power, you’re no longer afraid of ordinary undead.]

[Even if you meet an undead knight, ghost necromancer, or other upper-middle-ranked undead, you’ll still have some confidence]

“This year, there’s a once-in-a-decade undead tide.

[This is a feast for the undead and a countdown to the death of the world.]

[The Tower of the White Raven begins to call up its war effort, ready to join with the Knights of the Kingdom of Aoca to strike a heavy blow against the coming undead.]

[You had no desire to participate, checked out of your room in the tower, and left the Tower of the White Raven early]

“Dark Tide ……”

“A natural disaster like this undead outbreak should be the perfect opportunity to harvest soulfire, it’s just a pity that it’s too crowded to take place in the White Raven’s Tower.”

“I’m in a unique situation, it’s more appropriate for me to go solo.”

Jagged wing bones pierced the dead air.

Hollow eye sockets pulsed with soul fire.

The Stygian Crow flapped its wings, leaving light-colored trails in the shadowy sky, its tailbone weathered and mottled, with only a few remnants of its feathers left fluttering in the wind like broken arrows.

The Xu system sat on the back of the medieval raven, with soft material laid out as a cushion to cushion that skeletal bang.

The wind whistles.

Below is a towering wall cast in steel and jutsu.

Various types of adventurers came in and out, holding all kinds of weapons, their expressions were very grave, all of them were on guard against the upcoming dark tide of undead.

Only a very few sorcerer apprentices would look up with envious eyes at the dark shadows that raced through the air.

Back in the day.

The Xu system had also left the Tower of the White Raven.

But that was only a brief departure to collect soulfire, or other transcendental materials.

This time it’s different.

This time, the Xu system would leave permanently, and after harvesting enough Soulfire with the help of the Dark Tide, it would travel to even more distant realms to get a glimpse of the hidden secrets of the undead world.

“Which direction should I go first ……,” Xu said as the system looked down at the vast land below.

In his mind, multiple place names flashed quickly.

But eventually the eyes look the way they came.

Slightly reassured by the overly simple Guts.

……

It was dark, so dark that it was hard to reach out and see.

The cold, withered world is no longer alive.

Tired, the heavy hand that swung the sword was only numb.

The dark and lightless world, with only the black sun and the blood moon manifesting its existence, had withered white finger bones breaking through the dirt, followed by a skeleton crawling out.

As they stood up, a constant stream of rotting mud fell through the cracks in their bones.

Deep within the skull, there was even a deep blue soul fire pulsing.

Rumble–

Rumble–

The undead could not speak, only a meaningless hiss, but the sound of the bones moving in dislocation created a mountainous tsunami.

Cloverfield family territory.

Through and through.

Drowned by an endless stream of the dead.

“Boom! Boom Boom!” , so many collisions rang out from the area occupied by the undead, the sound of sharp swords swinging at bones.

A figure in armor was on the move, cutting down the soul fire of an undead with a nimble pace and swift sword skills.

However, this behavior is pointless.

The waves of the undead were as numerous as a sea of clouds, surging against the grain to every inch of Cloverfield, and wherever they passed, anything in their path was stepped deep into the dirt.

“No. ……”

“Never ……”

“Let you trespass on the lands of Cloverfield with impunity!”

Inside the armor.

Came a tired, raspy voice.

Helpless, trapped, angry.

Once again, Guts took action, wielding the Holy Sword and cutting out the Holy Light to fight against the undead in front of him.

But–

It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work at all.

“Bang!!!” , a huge undead warhorse rushed out, instantly crashing into Brave, causing him to tumble several times before finally crashing heavily into the mountain rocks.

Struggling, trembling, the tip of his sword plunged into the ground, and he stood up with difficulty, holding the hilt.

The helmet fell off.

revealing a face half undead, half human.

Dirty and tired, haggard and miserable.

It was a shockingly poignant picture.

The undead girl who assumed the name of “Brave”, wearing ordinary armor and holding an ordinary longsword, was alone to face the horrible natural disaster.

“Father ……”

“Mothers ……”

“I won’t let you down, even if I’m the only one, I’ll guard Cloverfield ……”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Soulfire soared, and the emotions turned into a strong drive.

Cervelia charged again with her sword.

But in front of the absolute strength gap, everything seemed so insignificant.

The undead warhorse neighs, maneuvered and mounted by the headless horseman, charging, running through, and the massive bone lance stabs Thavia straight through.

And then next.

The bone lance was slowly raised by the headless horseman.

“I …… I…”

The armor cracked, revealing the undead body within.

The girl’s soulfire pulsed violently, her voice breaking as she was picked up in mid-air, her hands gripping the bone lance tightly as she tried to go do something about it.

But she couldn’t do anything.

Finally, the Headless Horseman casually swung and smashed the ground like he was flinging trash.

Cervelia’s body should be deeply embedded.

Smash out the potholes.

Smash out the cracks.

So tired ……

Father, Mother, Thavia is so tired ……

“Clatter! Hurrah!” , the Headless Horseman’s immense power stirred up dense debris falling.

Many of them fell into the pit and collided with the skeleton of the undead girl with a sound as crisp as rain.

The soul fire within the skull was infinitely on the verge of extinction.

So tired.

Really tired.

This thought lingered in the soul fire, and was the last thought of G.One.

Alone, really tired ……