After worshipping Banksy, we were confused about the rest of the trip. "Ma'am, what are we going to do next?" Hua Siqi seemed to want us not to think of Banksy anymore, so she deliberately changed into Banksys, but after a while, she seemed to feel that this was a little touching, so she changed back. We stood halfway up the mountain, trying to keep our distance from Banksy's grave.

It's now the seventh day. On the third day after we had helped us bury Banksy with their special rites, the old shipowner and those he had brought with him had already left. Before leaving, he insisted that he would not want our gifts. This makes me a little embarrassed. I didn't add a single piece of earth to Banks's grave the whole time, perhaps because I didn't want to see the coffin containing Banks' body again.

Death, it's really something I can't understand. Is this what death is called? Imagine if one day you suddenly collapsed with such a bang, your limbs began to stiffen, and your eyes became blank. Even with your eyes wide open, you can no longer see any of the outside world. Of course, there is no way to touch the outside world, hear the outside world, and smell the outside world. No matter where you lie, you can no longer do anything about this place. As the years go by, you can only watch your body slowly be devoured by those evil little creatures, and in the end, only a wisp of dry bones will be left as proof of your existence in this world. But even dry bones like this will have a day when they will be completely wiped out. Don't think it's terrible, you can avoid it. These are the ultimate destiny for all beings living in this world. Before you and me, there have been countless lives that have gone through such a process of going from being to nothing.

However, I don't really understand this. I really didn't know what death turned out to be like this. I didn't feel this way when the Fire Storm and the Iron Mountain disappeared before my eyes. Maybe it's because the death of the two humans brought with them the king of hell, Rebecca. But Banksy's death, that's death. Death in its purest form.

Sometimes I even wonder why I became an undead in the first place as an elf. Is it because I'm afraid? Afraid of death? If I had done it, I would have turned my nose up at such a naïve idea. But now, I have to wonder if I really have such an idea. Because, although the life span of the elf is long, it will eventually disappear completely, but if it becomes an undead, especially a high-level undead, then it is basically immortal. Unless you are killed, you can't die at all. In at least the thousands of years that I have been undead, I have never seen a high-ranking undead die due to natural causes. As for those low-level undead, they are still gradually disappearing with the wind due to the aging of their bodies. However, I'm different, I'm a high-level undead, a high-level undead who can almost be said to be immortal unless killed. In this way, it is much longer than the life span of any elf.

But the undead are dead again. Because there are so many differences between the undead and other creatures, if you want to become an undead, you must die physically. This alone can prove that the reason why the undead are immortal is simply because the undead are already dead. And I understand this too. But what I don't understand is why so many people don't become undead in the face of the temptation of eternal life?

Banksy, I can't save her, but I can give her the same fate as I do to immortality. Why did she refuse my offer? Is it really so terrible for them to be undead? Is it because of the fear of the undead, or is it simply because of a lack of understanding of the undead? I really don't know. In my long life, there have been dozens of mid- and high-level undead who have been transformed by my hands, but this is the total number of undead compatriots I have transformed over the past thousands of years. As for other high-level undead, the number of transformations is similar to this. Those creatures are more of a resistance to the undead than they are to become undead. Especially the human race, otherwise those three kingdoms would not have confronted us for so long.

Without Banksy, it was as if I was on my way to my future goals. yes, where are we going? I looked at the Tiger King, and then at Hua Siqi, but I couldn't find an answer.

"Lone feels that since you have already chosen your path, you should not change your route because of such an episode. ”

"What kind of route, what kind of route? It was only because of Banksy's proposal to go to sea. I retorted to the Tiger King, "But now that Banks is dead, why should I go and see that old Mai? The most important thing I should do now is to leave the empire and rejoin the war against the apostles!"

"Either way, you have to choose one. The Tiger King lay lazily on the ground: "Lone thinks, as long as you make a decision, it's fine." Because the big demon asked Lone to protect you, Lone doesn't have any opinion about where you want to go. As long as you know that the situation you are in is not in the best interest of you. Man cannot let up now, and neither can the dead. ”

I glanced at the Tiger King, thinking that this Tiger King was indeed an old monster who had lived long enough. But where the hell am I going next? Is it to go back to the Deloma Empire and join the army? No, I really don't want to. Because I know that no matter whether I go back or not, they will not be able to hide one ending, that is, complete defeat. For during the time of the Courage Defense, I knew until the hidden power of the apostles. Although I have heard that a large number of human world armies have been gathered in the Deloma Empire, almost more than a million people. But in front of these apostles, they all seemed so vulnerable. Of course, I don't want to demoralize myself like that, but I'm just stating a fact. At this stage, there is no chance of winning any head-to-head battles. Now the reason why the Apostolic Bureau's offensive has been frustrated is not because they really can't defeat the vulnerable Danmoth Empire, but because they are waiting for an opportunity, the best time to annihilate all the resistance forces in the human world. And now, the perfect time has come.

Although I firmly believe that it will be the human world that will win in the end, this victory is far from yet to come. The human world now is full of confidence because of its own army. It is impossible for such an arrogant army to win. In front of them, the Danmos Empire was on the verge of extinction because of arrogance, but they did not have the slightest vigilance. Whether it is the human nations of the human world, or those orcs, barbarians, or other races, even our undead race, they do not pay the slightest attention to this matter. So, their demise was doomed. Why don't I want to tell them about it? But what would it do if I did? It wouldn't do anything. Because in the current situation, any warning will be treated as a cowardly joke.

There is no way to defeat the apostles, but it is definitely not a frontal battle now. Now, I remember where exactly I was going. After the human world is about to fall to the apostles, we have to make a final resistance through other means. For example, at sea. The present sea is a pure place that the apostles have not yet set foot in. It's not because they don't pay attention to the ocean, but because they're afraid of it. When I was at the beach, I learned from the fishermen who were begging for a living at sea that in fact, as early as the apostle in this world, the apostle set his sights on the sea that surrounded the land. However, after several attempts, they gave up. And the reason is very simple and hilarious at the same time, because these apostles, whether you are a pure-blooded apostle or a race from the apostolic world that have been conquered by the apostles, have a ridiculous trait, that is, they are afraid of water.

Of course, I don't mean that they are afraid of water, but that when these creatures from the apostolic world come to the sea, they will unconsciously lose their strength and become vulnerable. No matter how strong your strength is, even if you can fly in the sky, as long as you are from the apostolic world, then as long as you come to the sea, you will be powerless to the sea because of the loss of strength, and eventually drowned alive. It is said that the first apostle to be killed was not killed during the attack on the village of Hill, but collapsed on the beach due to lack of strength, and was easily killed by the surrounding fishermen and brought back the meat to be eaten. Although this is just a story told by fishermen, I think there is a lot of credibility in it. Otherwise, why did the apostles' army come to the sea when they were about to conquer the whole world?

Well, it's time to make up your mind. Otherwise, it could really confuse us. "Let's go, Tiger, Hua Siqi, let's go find that old Mai. Let's go to the fishermen and ask about the situation, and see where that old wheat usually appears?"

At this time, the Tiger King suddenly arched his body and reminded: "Madam, as for where we are going next, this is the next matter." But now, we have to face the present. There are guests coming. ”

Judging from the degree of vigilance of the Tiger King, this so-called guest should still be quite powerful or ill-intentioned. Suddenly, a blinding white light lit up about ten meters in front of us, and Hua Siqi and I had to cover our eyes with our hands, and the Tiger King howled even more with his back to the white pillar of light. It's that abominable space magic again. I thought to my chagrin. And at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation: "Ah? Why you?"

Why us? This should be said to us? And, listening to the voice, I feel a little familiar. Sure enough, when the white light faded away, I saw McGregory. That is, Hua Siqi's idol McGregory.

Maybe it was because she had just tried her best to survive the death of her friend, so that Rusty didn't show the excitement of seeing McGregory come as I expected, and just looked at him with some wariness. "What are you doing here?" I asked, looking at McGregor, who was more surprised than we were, with a frown.

"I'm looking for those three old friends of mine. "Although he was very surprised at first, the old man soon returned to normal. He said elegantly, "Recently I received news from three of my old friends in the Holy City that they were in danger. So I followed the clues they left behind, but I didn't expect to find you. Well, Tiger King, long admiration. ”

In this regard, the Tiger King just turned his head in disdain. "It turned out to be one of the four old immortals in the Elemental Holy City. Why did you find us?"

"Your Excellency the Tiger King, I have made it clear that I came here only because of the clues left by my three old friends. And I'm also surprised why I met you. ”

Three old friends, then it would seem like they were three of the other four pioneers. Oh, I thought it was funny, what kind of pioneer would suddenly disappear, so I said, "Okay, you see, you didn't find any clues with us." Now that we have our business to do, please use your magic to get out of here now. By the way, please don't emit that pillar of light in front of us, it's annoying. ”

McGregory owed slightly. "It's nature. If I hadn't found a clue, I'd have left. But I don't understand two things, why are you still on the beach when the war is about to break out, and why can I feel the traces of my three old friends in you?"

The Tiger King didn't notice the second question raised by the dead old man, but simply replied: "There is no need to answer your question, where is our freedom, and whether we want to join this war or not is also our freedom." So, you better go back honestly. Wait, what are you talking about? You say we have a clue to your three old men here?"

McGregor's miracle became very serious, and he affirmed, "Yes, I can be sure that the disappearance of my three old friends has absolutely something to do with you." ”