This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"What if I say that the deceased in the black dress, Ling Qiluyi, was actually once a gravekeeper and even a candidate for the Saint?"

"..."

"Although the Lord of Heaven chose a less orthodox person to become the Saint, it is undeniable that she did a better job than the orthodox gravekeeper."

"..."

Looking at Ye Yiyi, who was silent and even had her eyes closed, Daduo couldn't help but smile and delivered the fatal blow he had prepared long ago:

"But, sir, do you know what the price is?"

"bass!!"

Ye Yiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light burst out in his eyes.

"Got you!"

"what?"

The silver-white knight was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Ye Yiyi raising the Moonlight Spear and pointing it at the sky. A high-speed airflow at the tip of the spear stirred up the wind and snow and gathered them together, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a bright white ball of light.

"not good!!"

Daduo's face changed drastically.

He knew that it was only a matter of time for the other party to find him, but even if it wasn't four or five hours, it should be at least two or three hours, right?

But he never expected that Ye Yiyi would find his true location in less than ten minutes! !

How is it possible that there are three of us in the same group?!

Or is this the true strength possessed by those who dare to challenge the king, or even kill the king?

"Stop him!!"

The silver-armored knight roared angrily, raised his hand and clenched his fist, smashing it hard on the dragon corpse under him.

"Boom boom boom!!"

The ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled, and the piles of corpses struggled to get up. The broken bodies of the skilled slaves raised their heads. The giant dragon that had been dead for a long time suddenly opened its eyes, and lava-like flames appeared in its golden vertical pupils.

"Roar!!"

On this red plain covered with a thin layer of snow, all the lives that died in battle revived at the same time and attacked the living who stood there.

"Om!!"

The scorching white beams of light mingled with the dragon flames that rained down like a rain of fire. The powerful attacking skill servants unleashed bombardments from all directions, while the flying dragons that had once been their enemies opened their heads and spewed out scorching dragon flames from the depths of their throats.

The knights and soldiers, who were left with only their skeletons, formed a large army. They brandished broken and rusty weapons, followed by mechanical creations with raised gun barrels and magical catalysts, and launched an unstoppable charge.

The so-called mental storm is a storm brewing in the mind of the practitioner after a long period of time, which is formed by the scenery that leaves the deepest impression.

The great war that took place ten thousand years ago has become the lingering dark storm that has always shrouded the hearts of all the people on the land who have survived to this day.

But Ye Yiyi had never experienced all of that, so even though he became the target of public criticism, the storm did not shake his mind.

He just held up the Moonlight Spear, staring at the sky where the wind and snow were blowing. Dragon flame fireballs exploded beside him, and the bombardment of powerful skill slaves engulfed him, but he remained motionless, and even his clothes were not damaged.

"How can this be?!"

This scene fell into the eyes of Daduo who was staring at him from afar, making his face distorted and screaming.

"You have never been afraid! You have never been afraid!!"

He roared loudly, and beside him, a mechanical tank with broken tracks but still moving forward came. The solid gun barrel rotated and shot out a dazzling golden shock wave from the top.

"boom!"

Dado's voice was drowned out by the roar of the atmosphere brought by the shock wave and could not be transmitted.

Even so, he was still shouting heartbreakingly.

“But people have a fearful heart!”

"boom!!"

The ball of light at the tip of the gun shattered silently, and the high-speed airflow turned into a knife, cutting the ground beside him.

"I will be afraid of that great battle!"

The power of the Vacuum Seat was released at this moment, and it roared towards the sky with destruction.

"That is the most profound impression in ten thousand years, shrouding the sea of ​​​​minds of all living beings!"

The wind and snow were shattered in the scorching white beam of light, which then illuminated the sky, revealing the dragon hidden deep in the sky.

"But you were never afraid! You were never terrified!"

"Woo~~"

A desolate wailing sound echoed in the sky. The ancient and mysterious life was killed by the roar, and its winding and slender broken body fell from the sky.

"Boom!!"

The silver-white ancient dragon fell to the ground wrapped in wind and snow. The remaining power after death turned into a cold white wind that swept in all directions, turning the earth into a glacier.

Daduo watched Ye Yiyi put down the spear in his hand, watched the flying dragon and the skillful slave turn into ice sculptures, watched the warriors who had fought hard fall down in groups, and watched his arm turn into nothingness from the fingertips.

"Mikaela, you are not a borderer at all!!"

The moment when consciousness sinks into darkness and falls into the hands of death.

Knight Dado roared his last.

"You are not even a subject of the kings!!!"

The glacier shattered quietly, and the world disappeared. Ye Yiyi turned his head and looked in a certain direction, as if he had sensed something.

"Did that guy say anything before he died?"

But soon, he looked away indifferently, thinking it was just the buzzing of a fly.

The next moment, the scenery in front of him became clear and he returned to the second floor of the hall.

He looked around and saw Soliuya lying on the ground beside him, making a slight hissing sound, then rubbing her head and standing up.

"What on earth is going on... Wu Yin VII's father... Ov Qi Yin Ling Meng...?"

It seems that this female knight is fine.

He withdrew his gaze, no longer caring, and turned to look at the dung beetle on his shoulder, only to find that it had also slowly woken up.

Looking down the stairs, Lupel was wandering in the hall with two swords in hand, while Timothy was lying in a pile of corpses, and now he was standing up in a daze, leaning on his giant sword.

All fainted?

He frowned and looked towards the gate again, but only saw an ice sculpture standing there.

But the deceased in the black dress had long disappeared.

"You are... Lady Michaela?"

Suo Liuya's confused voice came from the side, but Ye Yiyi ignored her and just stretched out his hands and clasped them in front of him.

Soon, a dark purple illusory flame appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"That flame..."

Suo Liuya was stunned. For some reason, her attention was suddenly attracted by the illusory flame.

"Why does it feel so familiar to me?"

Ye Yiyi remained silent, just looking down at the light curtain.

[Echo of the Storm Painter's True Spirit]

Chapter 555: A god in armor.

[Echo of the Storm Painter's True Spirit]

Item Description: The remnant of the Storm Painter's true spirit.

One of them echoed with a soul of power.

Through the help of the Saint, one can gain the power of the True Spirit Lord.

If used directly, a huge amount of soul echoes can be obtained.

After returning to the world from slumber as an unknown hero.

Daduo wandered around the battlefields of the past, unable to escape the storm of fear for a long time.

Until one of the mistresses under the ambassador found him.

Bringing peace to his troubled soul in the form of the Gravekeeper Saint.

But the hero who walks the world as a knight, until his death.

I still picture in my mind the storm that lingered over the winter gate.

"So, Knight Dado isn't a curse-bearer who confuses chaos... He's also an unsung hero like me?"

After reading the item description, Ye Yiyi raised his head slightly and looked at the human-shaped ice sculpture in front of the gate with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

He knew clearly that the Cursed Temple existed, but he had never been there.

But in the saint's impression, she had never seen this funny White Feather Knight.

Without the Saint, how can the unknown hero regain his lost power?

It’s very simple, just find another saint.

"Gravekeeper..."

The image of the dead person in a black dress appeared in his mind.

In other words, what Dado said before was true.

That "Mistress of Darkness" is indeed one of the candidates for the Saint?

Otherwise, how would she be able to soothe the hero's soul?

"D...Dado?"

At this moment, he heard a somewhat puzzled exclamation in his ears. He turned his head and saw Soliuya rolling and crawling down the stairs and rushing towards the ice sculpture in front of the door.

"Let's go, let's go down too."

He gently stroked the forehead of the somewhat uneasy dung beetle, put away the True Spirit Echo, and set off for the main hall.

"Your Mightiness!"

Timothy came up to him carrying a huge sword, turned his head to look at Soliuya who was crying loudly while hugging the ice sculpture, with a confused look on his face.

"You rescued Lady Soliuya, but why did she..."

"That ice sculpture is Master Daduo. If I remember correctly, he is his adoptive father."

Ye Yiyi glanced at it and said casually.

"But it's clear that she hasn't realized what the situation is, nor is she aware of the role her adoptive father played in this incident... Don't worry about her, just let her cry."

"Is this okay?"

The Highlander scratched his head, looked around, and suddenly realized what was happening.

"Wait, sir! Where's the woman in black?"

"It's likely that he escaped."

Ye Yiyi shook his head. "Daduo cast a spell to pull me into another dimension and hypnotized you at the same time, hoping to buy time and give that woman a chance to escape."

"Now it seems that he succeeded."

"Another space?"

This word made Timothy a little confused. After all, he was just a muscular warrior. Asking him to understand the effect of the spell was like asking a kindergarten child to understand advanced mathematics.

So he wisely skipped this paragraph and asked directly:

"How long has she been on the run? Is it too late for us to catch up with her now?"

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to catch up."

Ye Yiyi frowned and sighed slightly.