Chapter 863 It’s over, I’ve become firewood!

Chapter 863 It’s over, I’ve become firewood!

The JOJO world is no stranger to Amber, so when they saw themselves from this world, they were all very interested and gathered around asking some weird questions.

Such as whether Jotaro's true form is a hat, and whether he really has to shout Euler or Wooda during a fight.

The newcomer Amber was very embarrassed. Before he had time to digest his memory, he was still no match for these veterans, so he turned to the swordsman Amber for help.

Then he discovered that the latter was staring somewhere, as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong?"

he asked loudly.

This move made the noise disappear, and everyone looked in that direction.

"Now that you're here, come and touch the Rubik's Cube."

Swordsman Amber ignored these guys and spoke towards the dark corner.

As the words fell, the sound of armor clanking sounded, and then a tall man wearing iron armor and a red cloak came out.

This is Amber too, but it looks different from all the newcomers before.

Just at the first glance, you can feel the smell of death and despair.

"Is this a dream?"

The armored newcomer's voice was as hoarse as expected, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"It's a dream, but it's not the dream you imagined. You'll know later."

Swordsman Amber stepped aside, revealing the Rubik's Cube behind him.

The newcomer thought for a while, and finally walked over, imitating the behavior of the previous person, and put his hand up.

A large number of memories came in, followed by a force so majestic that it was unimaginable, igniting his withered and dark soul.

It's reflected on the outside.

"Oh shit, it's on fire!!"

The dog-headed Amber was stunned.

Hot flames spurted out from the gaps in the armor. Although it could not cause any damage, the instinctive resistance still made the surrounding Ambers take a few steps back.

"Are you okay?"

The pig demon Amber hates fire the most, but she is the closest at this moment.

"It's okay, it's just hehehe."

A slightly bitter smile sounded from under the armor, "I have nothing to say. If you want to know about me, just go and look in the Rubik's Cube. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

The rest of the people looked at each other, and no one said a word.

In the end, the swordsman Amber nodded in agreement, and the newcomer gradually disappeared from sight.

"Let me see it quickly!"

The dog-headed Amber was the first to lose control and began to synchronize her memory.

After a moment, a curled-up figure squatted under the Rubik's Cube.

"What's wrong?"

The pig demon Amber went over and asked, but there was no response for a long time. It wasn't until he asked again that the dog-headed Amber slowly raised his head.

"Uuuuuuuuah, it's really too miserable!"

Everyone, who was fine at first, couldn't help but become curious when they saw his appearance. They all scrambled to touch the Rubik's Cube, which forced Amber, the swordsman who was closest to him, to retreat.

However, just like the dog head, after everyone accepted the memory, they all fell silent again.

"It's that world. No wonder he is in a hurry to leave, otherwise he will be burned, right?"

"No, no, with our power, how could he be afraid of Yu Hui?"

"But that monster can grow through constant killing. Moreover, it is immortal."

"Let's ask again when we get down."

The newcomer of JOJO, who was still a little scared because of the attention, successfully enjoyed the treatment of ice and fire. With a trace of curiosity, he also put his hand up.

subsequently

"It's the remnant era of Dark Souls. It's no wonder that it still comes to such a place."

Rodland continent, Fran Fortress.

Under the dim light of the torch, the man with a dirty face was wiping the sword in his hand with a rag stained with oil. Although the armor on his body was already in tatters, the cold light on the weapon in his hand had not weakened by half.

As if he noticed something, he raised his head and looked forward.

In the narrow room made entirely of stone, the figure lying on the other bed suddenly sat up.

"You are so lucky, Amber, that you still have the chance to dream. When I close my eyes now, all I hear in my ears are the wails and confusion of those damn guys."

The man was not wearing a helmet, but the original appearance of his ugly and stained face could no longer be seen clearly. Only the outline of his facial features was still faintly visible under the torch.

"Heath, if you feel like you're about to lose control, go fight those things."

Amber shook her head and said in a dull voice.

The power he got from the dream space did not make him feel excited or happy at all. Instead, he only felt extremely troublesome.

Because of the characteristics of this world, the more powerful a person is, the more powerful his soul is, so it is most suitable to add fuel to the fire.

That's right, he was very unlucky to travel to the world of Dark Souls 3. In this broken ghost place where time has stopped, he lives in the French cesspit, surrounded by masters of the hip-hop team. When he goes out, turn left and you can see the outside. That layer was made up of something unknown, a sticky substance that exuded a stench that towered into the sky, and monsters walking aimlessly in it.

"I will, but now it's break time."

Heath is an old man from the Farlan Undead Team. It is said that he once fought side by side with the first generation founder. He always likes to talk about his previous experiences, as if to show off.

But after hearing it so many times, it's like reminding myself not to forget.

"You, since you woke up, you've been feeling a little weird. Are you finally unable to resist?"

The original intention of the Fran Undead Team was to fight against the abyss, but when you stare at the abyss, it's also staring at you.

So the final outcome of each member is, without exception, going crazy.

At this time, the people who are still alive are responsible for liberating their comrades.

"I'm just in a bad mood."

Amber got off the bed and picked up the greatsword and dagger that she never left. "Besides, instead of worrying about me, you should pay more attention. Since the last hunting time, you have rested twelve times."

The more time you rest, the weaker your resistance to the corrosion of the abyss in your body.

This is a very bad omen.

Heath didn't say anything after hearing this, but quietly watched Amber's figure striding away.

He no longer had the concept of time in his mind. The sun rose and fell mechanically, and the things around him would never change. The past had long been shattered, and the present was unknown when it would end, and the future would never come.

Is it finally going to collapse?

It might be a good idea to just disappear like this.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Heath had the urge to hit his throat, but he quickly stopped.

This is a coward's behavior, and there are no cowards in the Undead Team.

He will die under Amber's sword when the end comes.