Cold and damp, this is a paradise for the dead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to humans and aliens, there is also a huge force in the world - the undead.

Unlike the undead, who are creatures resurrected in disguise through magic or magic techniques, the undead are a product between living beings and undead beings. They are not friends of any race, nor are they mortal enemies of any race. There is always only one reason for their attacks - hunger.

The Light cannot rule them, the darkness cannot corrupt them, they are the Forsaken, the Spitned, the Damned. They have no wisdom, no king to lead.

The undead are their names.

Their existence is very special, and the weaker ones are zombies, which are not even as good as ordinary people in the surface world, but looking at the heights, almost all races have members who have joined the arms of the undead. Defected bloods, werewolves, demons, dragons...... Even humanity, all living beings who defect to the armies of the undead have the same purpose - eternal life!

No living beings can live forever, sages can live for tens of thousands of years, but they will eventually dissipate, and all they can keep is a soul that has no possibility of resurrection, and what is immortal is not their body, nor is it entirely a soul. It is the will of the sages who live forever.

But the immortals who are abandoned by all good and evil, good and evil, light and darkness, they are beings who violate the law, they are immortal! Their flesh decayed, their minds decayed, they lost themselves in eternal years, but they were still the same as they were before the endless years.

Do people live because of the body or the soul?

The science of the surface world cannot be answered, and the magic of the inner world is difficult to make accurate conclusions. But there is no doubt that those who choose to become immortal, think that it is the former.

This topic of eternal life will not be extinct as long as the immortal continues.

One thing that needs to be explained, it was said before that the undead are not led by a king, this sentence is true, no one can command those strange fellows who have no body and no soul, but the title "Immortal King" still exists. The souls of the undead do not fade immediately, and every living being who voluntarily becomes these so-called "eternals" retains their souls and minds for the first time, but this time does not exceed ten years.

It is so logical that the title of "Immortal King" has become a cheap title that changes hands every ten years, and even a legendary Excellency, or even a sage, cannot defy this strange power that can engulf the will...... For these Excellencies who have thousands or even tens of thousands of years of lifespan, the temptation of the distorted "immortality" of the undead seems very small. But it cannot be ruled out that the legendary powerhouse who is willing to fall. There was once a legend of the demon race, who became the leader of the undead army, and in those ten years, it was almost a natural disaster for the living beings, and the lives were devastated, and the total number of human races and aliens killed was about nearly 100 million. That's an epic war.

The undead are the object of punishment for all living beings, and the human race, as a powerful existence that once ruled over hundreds of races, certainly has a very systematic army to kill the undead.

The leader of that army, a true sage, a warrior who walks the border between light and darkness, hovers on the brink of depravity—the undead hunter? Lexa. It was a man who was always dusty, the cloak behind his back was stained with the putrid fluid from the bodies of countless undead, he was an excellent weapon master, he was proficient in countless weapons, he turned killing into an art, and every murder weapon could be like a work of art, taking away the power of those who were physically to continue walking.

Lexa has no ancient weapons, no indestructible armor, and no earth-destroying magic. With his own combat skills and instincts, although he only uses a dozen ordinary weapons, he is also terrifying. He even had irreversible changes in his body because of his long battles with the undead, his recovery ability was almost perfect, and any wound would be healed in an instant, but once he started killing, his will would gradually be overwhelmed by the call of the endless dead, until there was nothing left to kill within his vision.

Lexa walks in the gray area where good and evil cannot be touched, fighting alone for a long time, and he has no regrets for the eternal continuation of the human race.

The relics of the sages he left behind after his death were a badge made from his holy body, infused with holy blood and holy soul, and those who wore it, the inheritors of the undead hunters, would gain strong physical recovery abilities and a talent for weapons in battle.

At the same time, the loneliness in the blood has also been passed down after thousands of generations with the long river of history.

The undead hunter of this generation, William, at the age of thirty-five, usually works for a bank in New York City, USA, but once an emergency is discovered, or the council arranges for him to complete some task, he will immediately turn into the most ruthless hunter, he can hunt many objects, but the main thing is those who have never died down!

The North American continent is a filthy land occupied by the undead and scavenging beasts, a gray area that neither side of the war wants to touch. Light cannot redeem it, darkness cannot envelop it. Here, there is no longer good or evil, and those filthy things are the common enemies of darkness and light.

It was a new day, and William woke up from his sleep, his eyes had not yet opened, as if he had seen something terrible, and he bowed down sharply, and bounced up from the bed, his arms instinctively protecting his head, as if defending against something.

"Well, it's a nightmare again." After seeing the scene in front of him, William breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself slightly.

New York, a bustling international city, is the economic center of the world. Proud Americans would never know that there was such a person who silently guarded this fragile city in the shadows. The real war wouldn't have destroyed all of New York like in the movies, but the people who died for this ancient war were unimaginable to the directors of blockbuster movies.

"I don't know if there's anything going on today." William picked up his bedside phone and expertly entered a twelve-digit password, and the phone screen unlocked, revealing a simple white interface.

"Well, nothing happens," William seemed to read

Twitter is as effortless as it is, but this page is one of the few ways to connect the world on the surface and the world on the inside. However, ordinary people are extremely poor and impossible to access in their lifetime, in addition to the world's highest standard of secrecy mechanism, if you want to log in to this page, you must also have a source of power to start!

Ordinary mobile phones really can't have any intersection with the source force, after all, the source force is not so magical, what source power can be poured into the Pentagon's secrets, which is too mysterious. As for the fact that this mobile phone needs to be started by the source force, it is also very easy to explain - magic technology!

The history of the world is so long, it is impossible to really be obsessed with magic and not be interested in technology at all. After countless years of polishing, magic and technology have been perfectly combined to form a technology that can never be imitated by the watch world, that is, magic technology.

"Huh?" William suddenly noticed that a new message had been forcibly pinned to the top and mentioned on the front page.

"Damn, there's something going on there again!" William cursed secretly, no longer nostalgic for the warmth of the bed, got up neatly, and rushed into the bathroom, but it took two minutes to complete the daily work of brushing his teeth and washing his face. William looked at the resolute face in the mirror, it was not very handsome, but that kind of coldness was indeed very attractive to girls.

Shaking his head, William no longer thought about what he had and didn't have, he was an undead hunter of this generation, he was a warrior. At least he should be a warrior.

"Let's get started." William muttered. A faint golden streak flashed in his eyes, and the source force awoke from his slumber and began to work in his body, and a tiny black shadow jumped out from William's bedside and shot directly at William's chest.

"Whoever wears the coat of arms is the hunter of the world, and the living look up to him, and the immortal must submit." This narrative, recorded in the canon of the saints, vividly expresses the intimidation of the undead hunters in the army of the undead. What the soldiers point to, who dares not to obey!

Now, the crest of immortality has honored William's call and is worn autonomously on his chest. William clearly felt that energy began to seep out of his blood, and the beating of his heart began to accelerate, after which he ...... The power is unblocked!

William walked to the door of the room, changed his shoes by the way, and before leaving the door, he grabbed a trench coat and put it on his body skillfully, and suddenly a short knife and a strangely shaped pistol appeared in his hand.

The moment William stepped out of the room, the scenery outside changed suddenly! White bones, all kinds of white bones! The smell of rancid odor filled the air, and the smell irritated William's nerves, and he knew that he was on the battlefield.

The town where William lives is originally the location of the World Teleportation Array, and with the relics of the sages, the Immortal Emblem, he can come to the inner world in an instant!

"Hmm......" A low groan reached William's ears, and William turned his head sharply, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.

Zombie tide! A tide of corpses composed of tens of thousands of decaying immortals was surging towards him! In fact, in terms of individual combat effectiveness, these lowest-level undead can't beat an adult male in the surface world. However, the tide of tens of thousands of corpses gathered these fragile filthy people into a chariot like steel, and the momentum seemed irresistible as they moved forward.

But, William, this generation of undead hunters! The messenger has never been a person who has the advantage of the bloodline and eats a vegetarian meal. No matter how good the power inherited in the bloodline is, no matter how strong the relics left by the sages are, it is always a sin to be weak.

At least every generation of undead hunters has spent their most hesitant period in constant hunting. They have to realize their true heart in the process of constantly killing their prey, if they can't understand it in their lifetime, then they will kill for a lifetime and fight their way out of the legendary realm! After all, being a legend will never hesitate.

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