Chapter 879 Speaker of the Dead

In the dark hall, countless translucent faces were suspended in the alchemical matrix above the ceiling. Those dead souls were refitted with source materials and records, becoming almost perfect copies of pseudo-spiritual bodies.

At this moment, countless voices kept ringing from He Di's ears.

"Your progress has been slow."

"When will this continue?"

"Changes have to be made."

"Otherwise you will suffocate and die."

"I have said before that the Roman secret rituals should be used. The Greek ones that have been eliminated are simply not suitable."

"It will be useless to go back on our word now. It will only increase civil strife. We are no more talented than Publius."

"But Publius has no remaining strength...blood, spirit, body and bones. After experiencing so many divisions, does he really still have his original talents?"

"Let me tell you something, I think making gods is pretty stupid. You should try my project..."

"Huh? The artificial sea of ​​silver is not controllable at all. On the contrary, it is not as practical as the re-creation of the remnants of the world."

"I'm not tired if you want to talk about this..."

"enough!"

A majestic pseudo-spirit interrupts the useless bickering and grumbling.

The source of essence flowing between the spirit copies quickly transmitted the conclusions of thinking. The sparks of thinking collided and rubbed with each other, and finally concluded a conclusion that was recognized by everyone.

The majestic face of the previous generation's chief fell down, overlooking He Di's indifferent face: "Losing initiative is equivalent to sitting back and waiting for death. He Di, you are the chief and you should make a difference."

There is no resentment or resentment after suffering poisoning and murder.

It has not undergone any brainwashing or modification, nor has it suffered any ravage or torture.

These souls who died and were "resurrected" as phenomena did not care to provide wisdom and reference to their murderers, not even caring that they were dead.

It doesn't matter even if he knows that Hedi is a believer in the flute player.

The alchemist's instinct has long overtaken everything else. Curiosity, desire for research, and uncontrollable impulse to explore, those important parts that make up the soul, have been faithfully reproduced.

Unlike those mediocre people who die impurely, these fanatical pursuers accepted their own deaths in less than a few minutes. After leaving behind their little regrets, they began to willingly continue to provide services to the murderer. .

No reservations.

They just want to see the results. Even if this self-awareness is false, they still want to satisfy this hopeless impulse.

Reality has proved that Publius's talents are far superior to them.

Since the existence of a great master cannot be matched by imperfect people like them, then why not accept your own failure, obey the changes, and explore a higher realm?

They don't care about other people's lives, not even their own lives.

Besides, it’s just that I have no way to eat, but it’s not that I have no way to continue research. I can still continue to pursue new wisdom after death...

Isn’t that pretty good?

"I don't like to act rashly before I know the details of my opponent."

He Di shook his head, "The faster you move, the faster you die. In the end, didn't you guys fail because of your own arrogance? Can you still learn from it?"

He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, pondered, and said slowly: "The warriors of the Astronomical Society are never to be feared. Mikhail's projection is only superficial and beyond the reach of the whip. He can only maintain that area, and the rest Don't be fooled by the fact that your fundamentals are beyond your capabilities.

The real threat is never Mikhail, but the person behind Mikhail..."

He paused for a moment, raised his eyes to look over, and asked: "In today's era, are there any other people besides gods who can initiate [Duel before the Gods]?"

"Thirty percent of it is Mikhail, 40% of it is an unknown miraculous seal, and 19% of it comes from Helios... Among them, there is a real possibility of gods coming here. Sex isn’t even one percent.”

The chief of the previous generation quickly came to the most objective conclusion: "Gods and gods repel each other, He Di, just like two stars will not easily get closer.

After Apollo's Mystery Creation Ceremony was activated, it was absolutely impossible for another god to enter Helios - rather, it was because the divinity recreated by Publius was so successful that it was used by his opponents. "

The representatives of the dead gave a final warning: "We have reached the most dangerous moment, and we must respond."

"I know."

Hedi tapped the deputy and said calmly: "I know."

At this moment, in the temple belonging to Hades, the King of Hades, under the gaze of countless dead souls, the huge matrix in the center of the hall lit up again.

After offering massive sacrifices and offering countless sacrifices, the liquid-like gold surged up from the cauldron, broke through the blood, and turned into the descending embryo.

Endless dark deposits emerged from it.

Immediately afterwards, a thin and tall figure emerged from it, covered in darkness, covered in layers of gold ornaments, decorated with lapis lazuli and rubies, and his raised eyes slowly raised.

Smelling the smell in the air, he frowned in displeasure.

"The alchemist's stench..."

The crown wearer from hell raised his eyes, looked at He Di above, and mocked: "Are you the contractor? Do you expect to use this thing to restrain me?"

He opened his lips slightly and blew gently. In an instant, the wind of decay from time broke down the layers of boundaries, turned into a torrent, and rushed forward.

Soon, they disappeared in front of the scepter in He Di's hand.

"The witness of the contract is the Supreme Being who blows the voice of truth——" Hedi asked expressionlessly: "How dare you offend His majesty?"

"I have no second master, Fool, watch your words!" A cold light appeared in the animalistic vertical pupils of the crown wearer: "I only serve the Lord of all decay, the immortal 'King of Blight'!"

"This is also the permission of the King of Blight!"

Hedi raised the scepter again and pointed it at his face: "The devil of hell in Sumer, the solidified evil spirit - the betrayer Gala! I command you in your name, obey me -"

He paused and showed a malicious smile: "Or, you can make another choice."

Under the restrictions of the contract, the ancient solidifier fell into silence, and countless phantoms appeared in the strange luster flowing on the gold decoration, all of which were the twisted faces of the dead.

After a long time, he slowly looked behind him.

In the darkness behind him, a pale face emerged.

Shrouded under the dark gauze, there is a beautiful face, but it is lifeless.

Gala had no appreciation for this stunning beauty, but was filled with disgust for those empty eyes.

A lie, a false bubble, just like all the jester's promises, there is no truth at all, but it is also...full of threats and malice.

"I will abide by the contract, Alchemist."

Gala looked back and chose to obey the authority of the Supreme: "Give me weapons, give me blood, give me war... Finally, keep your dolls away from me."

"Then, happy working together."

He Di raised his hand and once again concluded a contract that could not be violated.

As the darkness dissipated, countless huge shadows emerged from the end of the hall like a tide, their scarlet pupils raised, already impatient.

"I've prepared you for the war you want, Gala."

Hedi smiled and told the Lord of the Swarm, who was loyal to death:

"——Before the war ends, learn to get along well with [Pandora]."

At the same time, in another huge hall, the visitor put down his teacup and picked up his cigar again: "I feel like you are in big trouble, Garland."

"This has nothing to do with you, Izzy Hector."

In front of him, the Grand Master shrouded in invisible flames said coldly: "You only need to do what you have to do well. You don't need to worry about other things."

"Ah ha, even little Garland looks down on me now." Izzy scratched his head in embarrassment, full of concern: "Aren't I here to care about the health of the younger generation? Blood fever is such a troublesome and stubborn disease, but my body can still hold up Are you staying?"

"More than enough."

Garland lowered his eyes and stared at the hot blood flowing from his fingertips.

Bits and pieces of blood fell on the ground, burning out scorch marks.

"Then I won't bother you."

Izzy raised her hand, put on her hat, stood up, patted her pants, and said goodbye politely: "For the sake of inviting me to tea, how about I give you a prophecy?"

"Not interested." Garland replied indifferently: "No matter what happens, everything is a link of fate, isn't it?"

"You look so much like Publius." Izzy laughed.

"Who says it isn't?"

Garland looked away.

Izhektel, the near-god from America, the high priest who inherited precious blood and holy will, has disappeared without a trace.

In the silence, the sluggish Rachel next to her woke up from a dream and opened her eyes.

"What happened?" he asked confused.

"Nothing happened."

Garland stared into the mist in the distance, looking at the tall tower burning with the flames of the sun, as if he could glimpse the embryo of God brewing in it.

The prototype of the god was also watching him.

As a result, his eyes gradually became cold.

Chills the hot blood.

Four hours later, Huai Shi, who was drinking, playing cards and singing, suddenly paused.

He was pulled to the top of the eternally frozen furnace heart by an invisible force.

Holding the cup in his hand blankly, he sat on the throne of the Sun Maker.

Only then did I realize that I was so intoxicated by eating and drinking that I didn't even notice that the countdown was over.

Before he could react, a new round of duel began.

When the roar burst out from the mist again, a ferocious outline appeared in front of Huai Shi's eyes.

Surrounded by colorful RGB lights, a dragon-like tower rose from the ground, and the broken dog that had disappeared for who knows how long appeared in front of him.

"Um?!"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment. Didn't he expect that this time he was going to hit himself?

Then, he saw countless crisscrossing roads extending from the fog, covering the entire battlefield.

Hundreds of towering ornate bronze mirrors stand in the middle, slowly rotating, reflecting each other's changing reflections, making those complicated and weird roads twist together like messy wool, turning into an unsolvable mystery. Dead knot.

Just looking at it makes you dizzy. Those three intersections overlap and become a strange maze.

No one can find its beginning and end.

And this time the rules of the venue are also so weird that people can't understand them at all.

——[Reversal of gains and losses]

What is this rule?

Are there restrictions on alchemy?

Huai Shi raised her head blankly and looked to the opposite side.

Then, he saw himself sitting on the throne of the Sun Forger.

‘Huai Shi’ showed an evil and crazy smile.

Saliva and tongue were thrown out from the corner of the mouth...

Bleeded all over the floor.