The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Life and Death (3)

Karthus doesn’t need to look.

He can feel death.

The requiem has been sung throughout Bilgewater, pure death is about to fall from the sky, just like the ruined curse that destroyed the entire Blessed Island back then, Karthus has not experienced that disaster, but Karthus feels that this requiem songNot much less.

Bilgewater, the port of pirates who got rich by hunting sea beasts, is full of the hustle and bustle of the living. When Karthus first came to Bilgewater, he felt that the place was too filthy. The slums are not much better.

But now, everything will be better, as long as they die, there won’t be so much filth among the dead. Every dead person is equal, speaks the same language, and maintains the same kind of tranquility.

“Bilgewater has been captured.” Knowing that the overall situation has been settled, Karthus began to think about the next plan, “I hope Lothar can understand the true meaning of death after witnessing this scene. If he understands, I will assist He took the position of King of the Shadow Isles and cleaned all the restless undead in Thresh. The battle in the material realm will continue, and Bilgewater is just the beginning. Ionia may be the next place to choose. , Valoran is too big… But if Lothar is still obsessed with it, I can only continue to teach him…”

Karthus put aside all distracting thoughts. He has already planned most of the future. The only difference is whether Lothar is willing to abandon the living and become the king of the dead. No matter what, Karthus has a plan. Now he only wants to Enjoy first.

Enjoy the passing of millions of lives.

“La la la… la la…” Karthus’ singing was about to end, and the final accent was about to usher in. With it, the grace of death would fall on everyone equally.

“La…” Karthus sang.

He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the joy of life turning into death.

He didn’t wait.

“What’s going on?” Before Karthus could react, the blanket covering him was suddenly lifted off.

It was Lothar, and Calista was beside him, and the madwoman’s soul spear directly pressed against Karthus’s soul body.

“What did you do?” Until now, Karthus’ tone was still very calm. He asked slowly, as if he was asking Lothar for advice.

Lothar looked at Karthus’ body. His soul body had shrunk to the extreme. His normal soul body had now become like a dwarf. It seemed that using the Requiem was very depleting for him, even for Karthus. This level of Necromancer is also very reluctant.

“Look below.” Lothar said softly.

Karthus looked at the ground. The ground was covered with complex pure white patterns, like a magic circle.

“This is…” Karthus didn’t understand for a moment.

“The sheep spirit lives.” Lothar said, “Have you heard the legend of Qian Jue? One of them is that the sheep spirit will use the sheep spirit to protect their lives in order to prevent the frenzied wolf spirit from killing people who are not yet ready to die. No life will die under the protection of the sheep.”

“The spirit of sheep…” Karthus looked at Lothar, “How did you do it? There should be no such magic in the Book of the Dead.”

“Of course not, because it’s not necromantic magic.” Lothar sat next to Karthus, and said calmly, “I just understand how to use it.”

“How to understand”

“Because of it.” Lothar took out a copper herring and put it in his hand, “A girl gave it to me. At first I didn’t know what it meant, but now I understand why Qian Jue can be seen in so many places. Respected as the god of death.”

“Why?” Karthus stared at Lothar, the will-o’-the-wisps burning weakly and violently in his empty eyes.

“Because in Qian Jue’s eyes, all lives are the same.”

“The same humbleness”

“It’s just as wonderful.”

“Nonsense.” Karthus denied, “If Qian Jue cherishes life, why would the wolf spirit and the lamb spirit take away life again?”

“They didn’t take lives.” Lothar looked at the copper herring in his hand. “They brought death in order to give birth to new life. The wolf eats the sheep to keep alive, but if the sheep die, the wolf will eat it again.” How to survive?”

Karthus was silent for a while: “You still haven’t told me how you learned to live with the spirit of sheep.”

“You can teach yourself without a teacher.” Lothar said, “Perhaps what you said is true. I am indeed Qian Jue’s child. After I understood life and death, I just said softly, ‘No ‘Group】: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5,, 8″5. ;6 Death’, the sheep spirit appeared, and it should have covered the whole Bilgewater. As long as I don’t let it disappear, Bilgewater can’t even kill a mosquito. ”

“Understand life and death.” Karthus’s tone finally fluctuated a bit, “Are you saying that what I have always believed in is wrong?”

“No, you’re right.” Lothar’s answer made Karthus speechless.

“Just like some people like spicy food, some people like sour food, it is impossible for different people to be the same, because differences will always exist, and what everyone believes is only what they believe, so I persuade No you, you can’t convince me.” Lothar seemed to be chatting relaxedly, “Whether it’s the sheep spirit or the wolf spirit, they never despised the dead under their arrows or teeth when they bestowed death, because if Without these people…”

Lothar turned his head to look at Karthus: “The god of death has no meaning to exist.”

Karthus said nothing.

After a long time, Karthus looked at the sky. The magic light of the Requiem had dissipated. He couldn’t sustain a Requiem of this scale for too long, and it was impossible for him to do it a second time.

The pure white magic runes on the ground also disappeared, but Lothar himself did not show any discomfort, that is to say, how much he wanted to live with such a sheep spiritNo problem every time.

“You won…” Karthus said softly. He was lying down, without the slightest thought of getting up.

“I didn’t win.” Lothar said, “At least that stinky girl you stuffed into my body can’t be saved no matter what.”

“Hate me?”

“It’s a bit hypocritical to say that you don’t hate.” Lothar asked Calista to take away the soul spear. “But I don’t hate you. I have read your memory, so I can understand you.”

“Want to sign a contract spell with me”

“Look at your appearance. You have lost so much power. The Book of the Dead does not accept weak undead.” Lothar looked at the sky, and the black fog was about to disperse. “The night of Soul Eater is almost over, you should go back too .”

“What are you going to do next?” Karthus asked. He accepted his failure calmly. This is exactly him. Regardless of success or failure, his calmness will not make waves.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Lothar said, “It’s just that after knowing that I am Qian Jue’s child, the originally clear goal suddenly became confused.”

“Then… goodbye…” Karthus floated up lightly. After the end of Soul Eater Night, he will return to Shadow Island with the torrent of black mist.

“By the way, there is one more thing.” Lothar looked at Karthus, “The souls of your sisters…have you ever looked for them?”

“No.”

“This…is indeed your style.”

“Although I failed this time, I will still try to convince you next time we meet and expand the scope of Shadow Island.”

“You have lost so much, it will take a long time to recover if you want to sing the requiem again.”

“I will wait…the eternal silence of the dead will surely come…if you can’t do it…let me do it…” Karthus finally left these words, along with thousands of others Together, the ghosts left Bilgewater with the billowing mist.

Lothar stayed where he was for a while. He looked around and saw an ice crystal egg quietly leaning against his lap.

The black mist dissipated, and Bilgewater ushered in the dawn. The pirates cheered and celebrated their victory. The day after each Soul Eater Night was a disaster for them, and it was a festival worth celebrating. Knowing how close they had been to death, without knowing in the slightest who saved them.

At this time on Bilgewater, there was no more spirit body to be seen.

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“Don’t cry, don’t cry, Lilia is good…”

“Then… what is that?”

——Lilia, Ahri and Miss Fortune who met