Volume 13: The Lights in the Sky Are All Enemies Chapter 19: A good opponent?
The 'last immortal' is actually a group of undead demons surviving.
Although they looked very imposing in their attire, all of them were dressed in black custom-made military uniforms, and were surrounded by various configurations to make it easier for the undead to move, such as hooks embedded in the flesh and blood, and those dizzying flesh toxins, but anyone with a discerning eye would know.
These people were just cannon fodder, used to delay the Holy Light's advance on the battlefield. No one could even expect to kill a few Holy Light people, and a 10,000-for-1 exchange ratio was a very profitable exchange. This large group of undead mainly relied on their strong undead nature to cause trouble for the Holy Light's advance and delay their progress. The longer the delay, the more teams could be recruited, and the greater the chance that the demons would continue to survive.
However, these people themselves do not think of themselves as cannon fodder or time-delaying tools. They are sure that they can create something that their elders cannot do, something that only they can achieve. Although the Holy Light is powerful and almost unstoppable, it does not mean that there are no outstanding young people or excellent elements among the demons. In fact, they also attach great importance to the progress and strength of various technologies. For example, now, the pale figure who looks as elegant as a vampire with fangs protruding from his lips looks at the demon hiding in the bar drinking alone, and a little smile blooms at the corner of his lips.
"Let me see who this is. Isn't this the great undead demon who has been galloping on the battlefield for hundreds of years? You were cursed by the gods to be immortal, but why are you drinking here instead of working for the demon? If it weren't for the undead's aura attracting each other, I wouldn't even know that a great man like you is still here."
"Vampires should just stay in their own graves. Why would they come out and cause trouble?"
The devil grabbed a glass of beer and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at the seemingly elegant nobleman with a sidelong glance, and a slightly mocking expression appeared on his face.
"What? You who claim to be so elegant can't help but join the battle in the first wave? It's still the early stages, and we haven't fallen to the point of retreating to the last layer of hell. You're so eager to jump out now. Aren't you afraid that you'll be beheaded by some Holy Light soldier in a battle?"
"That kind of organization doesn't have any miscellaneous soldiers. Their gods are keen on frontal combat and like to fill every battlefield with their soldiers and will. With such a blessing, even a farmer can break the backbone of a dragon with one punch, not to mention a holy light warrior who specializes in combat. It is not a disgrace to our family to die at the hands of such a person. At least we died under the iron hoof of the Pale Crusade, not in an internal fight among our own people. Don't you think so?"
"…If you want to find someone to mock and make yourself look sharp, then I think you've found the wrong person."
The devil's smile gradually froze, and he looked coldly at the vampire and the surrounding undead in black military uniforms.
A considerable number of them were players, standing by nonchalantly as if they were watching a good show. Another group were ordinary undead, such as vampires, alien creatures, and the cursed, and they tried their best to maintain their human form and acted alert.
But all this was useless. Holy Light could chop him like cutting melons and vegetables, and he could also chop all these guys to death like cutting melons and vegetables. If you think about it carefully, perhaps the ending was doomed from the beginning. He himself felt that his thoughts were too negative, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was a demon. How could a demon not have any negative emotions? It was because demons were negative aggregates that they had more negative emotions.
"You go now."
Suddenly feeling a little bored, the devil waved his hand.
"I will show up at the last moment, but definitely not now. If you rush in recklessly now, you will only lose your life in vain."
"Even if the enemy is just a player, and not even a demigod yet, it's the same if we work together to kill him in a few rounds? You are a mature demigod, infinitely close to the path of godhood. Even so, you want to give up this opportunity?"
"Opportunity? If you call your so-called brigade confronting the Undead Hall an opportunity and your inexplicable confidence that you can still do it, then I think there might be something wrong with your brain. I can guarantee with my demigod status that you don't have any chance, and neither does the entire brigade. I think the Holy Light faction is not blind. They must have a terrible reason for being the head of the Undead Hall and sending him to the Lightless Land to develop it."
"You capitulationist, are you just going to let them devour your territory? You still have the nerve to call yourself a devil?!"
"What an angry vampire. Why should you be so anxious if I'm not?"
“——!”
The vampire walked over with red eyes and a ferocious look on his face. However, the player's curious voice suddenly interrupted the tense atmosphere.
“How strange…”
The player muttered in wonder as he looked at the strange scene unfolding before him.
Although the NPCs are on the verge of a fight, strictly speaking they have nothing to do with the players.
It's their business if the NPC wants to quarrel, after all, they have no contact with the player. As long as they can give tasks, they are good NPCs, but if they don't, they are shit. However, looking at the scrolls on the table, the player felt a little strange. Because the scrolls recording Li Lin were gradually turning yellow, collapsing, and disintegrating for unknown reasons.
Like a dried snow block, the files piled on the table were shrinking and sublimating rapidly. They were constantly dissolving into clumps of flocculent residue in the air, spreading around as air and dust. Rather than a self-destruction mechanism, it was as if it was being gradually ravaged by some invisible force. An indescribable force gradually gathered, gathered, compressed the files covering the table, and then evaporated into a cloud of smoke.
"Hey, you didn't buy some pirated material, did you? It looks like this thing is going to be gone."
"How is that possible? I spent a lot of money on it. If there is a problem, I will find someone to kill him, okay?"
"Then why did it become like this?"
"Who knows..."
It has nothing to do with us anyway, right?
The players chatted with each other nonchalantly, as they were used to this kind of self-destructing thing.
However, as they watched the scroll gradually collapse into a small ball, the pupils of the demon and the vampire suddenly shrank into pinholes.
"No! Jump out!"
Amid the exclamations of the two big NPCs, the players who were originally chatting suddenly demonstrated their skills as professional players, subconsciously jumped out, and rolled to the strong corner in embarrassment. Looking back, they were surprised to find that the scrolls on the table collapsed into a group of extremely dark and dense dots in an instant. Then -
