Charles.

Although it is an undead spirit, it also needs to rely on food to maintain the energy of its body.

The food I like is milk, and the food I don't like is a qiē fruit and vegetable.

Because when eating fruits, if a person accidentally eats the seeds, these fruits and vegetables will take root and sprout in his body, and it is very troublesome to clean up.

Today is still a peaceful evening.

Charles had no idea of time, he didn't have to sleep, and spent most of his time in solitude.

But in the past few days, he has lost a very important thing, a pendant.

Inside was a photograph of his sister.

His sister had been frail since birth, and had never walked a step on her own legs, because her strength was simply not enough to support her body.

However, this is also the only sustenance for Charles to survive in this world as an undead.

Although his sister had died three years earlier, there was only room for Charles to reminisce.

If it weren't for his sister telling Charles to live well before she died, maybe Charles would find a coffin and lie in it and couldn't sleep.

He's already died once, so he won't die a second time.

For the undead, there is always some benefit to being active at night.

It's morning for Charles, so of course it's milk for breakfast.

The Starry Night Palace is too dangerous, and Charles doesn't want to go back at all.

I bought a bottle of pure milk in the corner shop, and asked Charles to stand directly on the street and plan to solve it.

"Meow."

But at this time, a cat rubbed against Charles's leg.

Do what?

Charles looked at the cat.

Judging from the cleaning of the body hair, it should be a stray cat.

Want to gain sympathy in this way?

Living creatures are really troublesome, but as an unsympathetic being, I don't have any role at all.

"Meow." The cat rolled in place, revealing its belly and small paws.

“……”

After being silent for three seconds, Charles put the milk in his hand on the ground and turned to leave.

Damn it... It's so cute.

Charles is an undead, but he is a loving undead.

"As a guy who can kill even his own father, he would have sympathy for a cat."

In the darkness of the night, a slightly hoarse voice was heard.

"Intelligence."

Since last night, Charles had completely lost the clue to his pendant, and he hadn't even figured out who had taken it.

A dagger stabbed a piece of paper into the wall behind Charles, and when Charles looked back, it was a newspaper, the date was today, and the headline on it was a figure in silver-white armor.

It's familiar...

"If you kill him, you will naturally be able to take it back, and tomorrow is a great opportunity, and someone will cooperate with you."

“……”

"Not only the people who engraved the seal, but more than 6 and half of the assassin organizations have already listed them as assassination targets, and the bounty is terrifying, and it is estimated that it will be very lively tomorrow."

"More than engraving?" Charles was a little puzzled: "Who else?" ”

"God knows, tomorrow will be the day when the ghosts and spirits will gather here, and the heads should not be robbed by others! The mat of the engraving. ”

“……”

Charles pulled out the blade he was carrying at his waist, and it glowed with a dark red light, indicating that the sword had been stained with the blood of many people, and that there might be another one tomorrow.

"Can't hold back your killing intent? Yes... I know a good place for you to vent. ”

“……”

…………………

Under the light, there will always be shadows.

Beneath the light, darkness follows us.

In the dark side of the starry night, in the unknown underground death arena.

Dark red blood splattered all around.

In the middle of the night, the death arena did not stop!

It is a place of violence and blood, but it is also engraved with the glory of the warriors.

Tonight's battle was the most brutal and equally brutal deathmatch.

The same Scarlet Lands stained with filthy blood.

On the floor of the arena, I don't know how many people's blood has been stained dark red.

The crowd began to cheer and start a new round of betting, putting down the chips on their favorite Death Fighters, and among these Death Fighters, a new name was added.

It looks like today, the ground here will be washed with new blood.

In the very middle of the death arena.

Nearly two meters tall, where does the tall figure with a pitch-black executioner's hood on his head stand... The arms with explosive muscles are also covered with blood that has not yet dried up.

And the Cun Zài standing in front of him was Charles, compared to the tall figure of the death fighter, it is not an exaggeration to describe Charles as small.

"This time the opponent turned out to be a little ghost." The tall condemned prisoner pressed his fingers on Charles's head with his fingers that were comparable to half the head of the person in front of him: "It's quite beautiful, don't cry and go back to your mother when it hurts you." ”

Tear ......

The sound of something shattering.

A finger fell to the ground, and the blade of Charles's hand was unsheathed, and his gray-white pupils were dim.

"Damn boy!!" The Death Fighter roared, trying to grab his hand at Charles......

But the astonishing swift sword flashed, and his huge figure was directly split in two, blood gushed out frantically, dripping to the ground, and at the same time, the death fighter fell heavily to the ground, announcing death!

Amazed, cheered... The audience here will always be in this rhythm.

Tomorrow... Will it be like this? Charles looked up at the masked people who were cheering for the killing.

But one way or another, it's not enough.

Charles shook the blood-stained blade in his hand and waited quietly for the next challenger to arrive.

The next challenger quickly made it to the middle of the arena.

The challenger's face is also obscured.

Most of the death fighters who participate in the deathmatch will choose to cover their appearance, no matter what they are for, money or simply to kill, after the night passes, they return to the earth during the day, and after all, they still have to submit to the laws of the Starry Night Empire and be a law-abiding citizen.

It may be illegal to kill people here, but if they do the same thing during the day, the magistrates of the Starry Night will not hesitate to hang them.

In fact, this is nothing more than a garbage disposal plant, for people, most of the people fighting here are death row prisoners of the Starry Night Empire, and the magistrates have squeezed out their last value, giving them the lie that they can be acquitted if they defeat a hundred people, and then fight each other.

Outsiders like Charles are extremely rare.

It's time to teach outsiders a lesson.

With such a mentality, the challenger who came to the stage forged his own weapon, two double-edged handles, and from the perspective of forging level, he turned out to be a high-level forger at the control level.

But this has no effect on Charles, who is already a high-level power level! He is only one step away from being able to reach the top of the legend, and the control is still too weak for him.

Charles's blade slashed past the challenger's twin blades......

But there seemed to be something strange about the twin blades, so that Charles's otherwise deadly blade stabbed the challenger in the neck, but it was not fatal.

Instead, the mask on the challenger's face was shattered.

Die......

Charles wanted to swing a deadly sword, but his dull pupils shrank slightly.

Beneath the shattered mask turned out to be the face of a woman.

Girl......

The blade of the sword that Charles was about to cut off her head stopped above her neck.

The woman laughed hideously, as if mocking Charles's mercy, and stabbed one sword into Charles's heart, and the other severed Charles's arm.

This was supposed to be her victory... But she didn't know that the person in front of her was an immortal!

Charles, who should have died, was not affected in the slightest, and kicked her in the knee, causing her to fall to her knees the moment she fell to the ground, and the blade of the sword in his hand slashed down at her neck.

The sword light fell, a head rolled to the ground, and a headless corpse fell to the ground.

Charles pulled out the blade of his sword that pierced his heart...... The pupils were cold.

The undead are originally cold-blooded creatures, and he no longer knows how to sympathize when his heart no longer beats.

No matter how many times, Charles reminded himself that the only person he wanted to protect was dead.

My sister died three years ago!

There's nothing to protect, so just destroy it.

"Next." Charles wiped the blood from his blade and looked at all the contestants in the arena.

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