Chương 1842: Truth (3)

Back then, she remembered how she used to touch his armor, running her fingers over the dark ridges that were filled with the warmth from his body. But why… Why did she only remember that familiar black armor only now…?

Now they had well and truly missed each other…

The Cursed True God picked up every piece of the shattered armor, cherishing it dearly. Once it was in her hands, her body started to fade, shattering into translucent specks that slowly disappeared in front of their eyes.

There were sounds of clattering.

Before she completely disappeared, the pieces of black armor dropped onto the ground.

At the same time, the clamor from the undead seemed to fall to a muted state, as the bodies suddenly stopped moving and stiffened, filling the destroyed land with a deafening silence.

"Quick, go and destroy the Cursed True God's remains! Her resentment has disappeared!" Little White Tiger quickly reacted.