The Prince of Wales was a little difficult to accept by Ash's words, she could not imagine what it would be like to lose her memory, let alone tell it in a tone that seemed completely unrelated to herself, and the attitude of Ash made her feel terrified.

"Why are you able to accept all this so calmly, haven't you ever thought about regaining everything about yourself?"

The roar of artillery fire echoed in her ears, and although the Prince of Wales was still watching the two dying princes, she had actually put more energy into communicating with Ash, and she wanted to know more about what Ash was thinking.

"I don't know, I don't know what my past is, I don't know what my future holds, I don't have a goal at all, I don't know what I should do, if it weren't for the goal of continuing the flame, I would have found a new cemetery and buried myself. ”

It should have been a bleak fact, but in the mouth of the ashes it seemed a little bland, no, it was not bland, but dead silence, as if it was not his story that was coming out of his mouth now, without the slightest bit of life.

This attitude is what the Prince of Wales fears the most, because it means that Ash is a ghost wandering in the world, and if he finds a goal that can prove his existence, then he will pursue it desperately until he reaches it, or he will completely die in the pursuit of it.

The bad thing is that the current ash has his own goal to achieve, he wants to continue the flame, in order to achieve this goal, he can use all means, even if it is to completely destroy everything, the cycle of life and death again and again has completely destroyed his personality, and now he is just a machine used to achieve the goal.

Forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, the Prince of Wales asked Ash as if nothing had happened, "Do you need to do anything before killing the two princes?

To the Prince of Wales's question, Ash shook his head, and then said without the slightest reservation: "There is no need to do this, the firewood needed to spread the fire is the king's soul, and the holy king of Lothric does not want to fulfill his responsibilities as a salary king, then I just need to bring his soul back." ”

The voice of the ash seemed a little cold, it did not contain any feelings, he was just completing his mission, naturally he did not need to have any feelings about the goal of the mission, the two princes obediently went to pass the fire and resisted being killed by him or even died in the hands of the ship girls There is no difference for him, what he needs is the continuation of the flame, and it is only the continuation of the flame.

The two princes also ushered in their own ends, so that this somewhat anticlimactic battle is completely over, although it seems a little unexpected, but if you think about it, it should be reasonable.

Because the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not at the same level at all, maybe the one-on-one ship girls are indeed not the opponents of the two princes, but now it is not a one-on-one battle, dozens of ship girls besiege the two princes, and the ship girls also use their strengths and avoid weaknesses, using their long-range attack advantage to continuously consume the two princes, in this case, the two princes did not make any decent resistance, naturally it is not an unacceptable thing.

The two princes who fell under the fire of the ship's girls didn't even leave their bodies behind, not because they were turned into ashes by the ship's fire, but when they lost their lives, their bodies burned directly.

The raging flames lasted only a few seconds, and after the flames dissipated, all that remained was a golden glow, the last vestige of the two princes in this world.

I don't know if it was her own delusion, but the Prince of Wales always felt that at the moment of her final death, she saw the smiles of the two princes, and the faces that had become a little ugly for unknown reasons showed a smile that suffocated her position.

Fortunately, the Prince of Wales quickly came back to her senses, she smiled a little mockingly, she didn't know much about the story of the two princes, but this did not prevent her from perceiving the emotions between the two princes, and the somewhat distorted attachment made the Prince of Wales's heartstrings fluctuate, and also made her feel a little sorry.

But the Prince of Wales has never regretted it, and will never regret it, she has seen a lot of things like life and death, and in the same way, in order not to let one day she become one of the people in this kind of life and death, she would rather give everything she has, and no one wants to take her away from Wang Yuan if she is unwilling.

"Is that what you're looking for?"

Washington didn't know when she came to the ashes, and then looked at the golden light that fell to the ground and asked the ashes, this battle made her very dissatisfied, because she didn't experience a hearty battle from beginning to end, at the beginning she was pressed and beaten by the eldest prince, and then they used long-range artillery to press the two princes, and there was almost no wave in between, which was completely different from the kind of knife-to-flesh battle that Washington wanted, so she was naturally a little unhappy.

"Yes, that is the soul of the Holy King of Lustric, and the firewood necessary for the continuation of the flames. ”

Ash looked unusually serious when he said this, and now all that was left in his eyes was this shining golden light, the undead longed for souls, because they needed souls to make themselves strong and keep themselves alive, and Ash longed for flames, obviously the scum left behind after being burned by the flames, but Ash longed for flames more than anyone else.

The ashes are like this now, the soul of the king left behind after the death of the holy king of Lothric is constantly tempting him, the soul and the fire contained in this soul make him have no way to take his eyes off it, and he desperately wants to incorporate this soul into his body.

Ash longed to do so, so he did, slowly walking over to the golden light, and then carefully stretched out his hand to envelop the light that emitted a little residual warmth into his hand.