Chapter 497 The Path of Inscription

Chapter 498 The Path of Inscription

Seeing Leah raising her hand and staring at him with a murderous gaze, the consultant suddenly glanced at the grapes beside him, and for a moment he felt blessed.

"I have one last question," he said quickly. "Am I the only one you want to kill?"

Leah didn't answer, but the silence itself was the answer.

...Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with Putao.

Did he trigger some fatal condition...

The consultant had a lot of thoughts in his mind for a moment. Although he didn't know what he had done to make her have to kill him...but in the end he decisively gave up hope of living.

——He had seen the power of this phantom with his own eyes before, and he knew that if the other party wanted to kill him, he would have absolutely no hope of survival.

If he was here, he might have a chance to escape.

However, Sherlock is only a third-level mage and doesn't even have a weapon at hand. It can be said that there is no hope of victory in the face of this kind of demigod with divinity.

In this case, there is no point in struggling anymore, and it may also affect the grapes.

In an instant, the consultant had already made such a plan.

"Listen!"

As he moved sideways in a direction away from "Mycroft", he shouted in a fast voice: "Don't be an enemy of Aiwass, he is the recipient of the Twin Mirror——"

He tried his best to convey the final information to Putao in words that did not reveal the identities of their promoted persons.

After saying this most critical sentence, the consultant breathed a sigh of relief.

If he dies this time, I don’t know if he will die in reality. But even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will probably lose all his memories.

The reason why the consultant is so desperate is not because the consultant is too loyal to Valentine VII. He didn't care that much about Xing Antimony.

Extraordinaries on the Dusk Path are like this. There are very few things that they can care about from the bottom of their hearts.

——But equally, he hates "meaningless death" even more.

Because that means nothingness, the burying of value, and forgetfulness.

And dusk is the way of inscription and eternity.

If you must die, then dying during the promotion ceremony is the best choice. Not because of those meaningless hatreds, not because of political struggles, not because of assassinations or frame-ups... but because of the pursuit of truth, and the death of the desire to rise to a higher level.

That's the most meaningful thing. When he dies, he will not leave a chain of hatred behind.

Especially the full moon ceremony, there is no one worthy of hatred; even the new moon ceremony, it is a fair competition under the witness of the Pillar God.

The only one who can be blamed is that he is not strong enough and cautious enough... What he will leave behind before his death will only be the information and secrets passed on to others.

...The only regret is that I did not die during the ceremony at dusk when I entered the fifth and sixth stages of the road.

That is the "last promotion ceremony" that only exists in legends. Anyone who passes it can be called the strongest person in the material world.

The mortality rate in that ceremony was extremely high, and even if you survived, you might not be able to be promoted successfully. In the history of nearly a thousand years, there have been only a few successful people. There are not many people who can reach the peak of the fifth energy level, and he himself has not yet developed the power of the fifth energy level to the limit.

...It would be great if I could witness that wonder. the advisor thought.

Compete with the strongest people in the world. If you succeed, you will become the strongest in the world. Even if you fail, it will mean a glorious death - you will become the fuel of miracles, and your existence will be engraved in this way. .

There have been so many people at the fifth level for thousands of years, and not many people can remember their names. But if he can become the nourishment of the sixth level, I am afraid that future generations will remember his name...

...However, his death is not meaningless.

He has handed over the most important information to Tao.

Putao is a very smart girl and the most beloved student of the counselor. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a special trip to stay with her just for Putao's promotion.

I hope she can analyze what she really wants to express from this sentence and wake up to her intentions.

——Aiwass can use the blessing of twin mirrors to copy the other party's path and ability!

The consultant stared closely at Grape, as if hoping she could understand his thoughts.

While saying those words, his feet continued to move, trying to stay away from the grapes. In order to prevent the Flame Butterfly's attack from killing him from affecting her - and the words he left were only superficially a sign of goodwill to Aiwass, and the Flame Butterfly had no reason to kill "Mycroft" "Special".

Just as the consultant finished his last words, he had already taken three horizontal steps.

Before the fourth step was taken, a stream of scorching flames roared out!

"Sherlock"'s body was completely engulfed in flames in an instant.

The other side, before that.

The stranger woke up leisurely to the sound of fierce fighting.

He covered his forehead with a complicated expression.

...Today, he finally knew why one of his missions included "not to be brought back to Star Antimony".

It turns out that as long as you do nothing, you will be taken away by the Star Antimony people...

Indeed.

After all, he was born into a noble family of Xing Antimony, and Stranger was very familiar with the behavior of the Star Antimony Kingdom.

If this world line is established, and the Zim people are eager for R&D talents, they will definitely take the Nobel master back. For the Star Antimony people, robbing talents is far more important than robbing resources and treasures.

A country that can accommodate moon children, necromancers, demonologists, witches, alchemists, wizards, priests, astrologers, hunters, and assassins at the same time is a country that welcomes everyone.

They even have a small number of local extraordinary people from the path of authority and the path of beauty... As long as they are talented, Xingti will definitely take them.

No matter whether your heart is here or not, it’s enough for you to be here first. As long as the money, resources, status and respect are in place, you have to work.

To put it another way, even if you really don’t cooperate - then can you be killed, and your soul can be extracted to become a ghost scholar? At least it’s better than staying in other countries and inventing things for them.

Because Xingti has always regarded itself as the "successor of the Herasl Empire", and the empire was known for its tolerance of all paths and its tolerance of all paths. Based on this tradition, Xingti cannot express resistance to extraordinary people from any path in public.

Since they want everything, let’s do something good. With the same resources, it is better to give them to talents than to waste.

——When he was a teenager, Stranger was proud of the strong inclusiveness of Xingti's "talent theory".

No matter what path you take, as long as you can become a strong person or a well-known scholar, you can get people's respect and trust. You can get wealth and status, and get social recognition.

For the young Stranger, his talent is what he is proud of.

He doesn't think there is anything wrong with necromancy. In this world, as long as a person dies, his soul will return to the dream world... If left alone, the corpse will become a ghost. It is better to say that the corpse that is buried and then put to sleep by the priest is "unnatural".

In this case, studying corpses is no different from studying monsters. People will become ghosts after death, just like flies will lay eggs in rotten meat - studying ghosts is like studying these flies.

He became a powerful extraordinary and a smart scholar at a young age. When he was a teenager, he had gathered with those fourth-level or even fifth-level extraordinary people to chat and eat... He always looked very humble and gentle, because he had always been in contact with the top powerhouses in this country, and any one of them was much stronger than him.

In this environment, he had no capital to be proud.

And similarly, he was extremely eager... eager to be in such a position.

He could really be friends with them on the same level, relying on his own inventions and talents - not because of his origin and talent to know them.

Origin is not something you can choose; and talent is not fully realized. How much of your own things are there?

In this case, Stranger was extremely eager for recognition.

If he had an advantage, it was that he was young enough. He was exposed to a lot of new things, and his vision was different from those old-fashioned powerhouses and scholars - based on this cognitive difference, he could come up with some "ideas".

But if he just gave the ideas to others for research, then he would get only a thank you.

- You have to complete a complete research independently.

Stranger thought.

Therefore, when he heard that "the Army Department was worried about the gargoyle troops losing their ability to move when entering the bishop's sanctuary", he immediately became interested.

In one of his previous experiments, he created unconscious flesh and blood due to an accidental mistake. This flesh and blood can only be used as the flesh and blood skin of the spliced ​​corpse, which is not of much value... But what if it is used as the skin of the gargoyle?

——So, before graduating from Stranger University, the paper he published was published in the highest-level academic journals and even received the attention of several generals.

He immediately became interested.

Although the initial request has been completed, the gargoyles as aerial scouts have the ability to sneak into the sanctuary without being paralyzed immediately... But can he do better?

The flesh and blood skin is easy to break and may fall off during high-speed flight. Then put on a metal shell for fixing and protection.

But in this case, the agile gargoyles will become bulky. It loses its meaning as a silent scout, but as a close-range combat unit, it really lacks attack power.

——Why not throw explosives?

The reason why gargoyles couldn't do this before was because explosives would change their center of gravity. This caused them to fly unsteadily and it was difficult to throw them to the designated area. Now that the weight of gargoyles has increased significantly, they can be thrown instead.

So Stranger was praised by the Minister of War again, and he was awarded the Lieutenant Medal even though he had never been on the battlefield or trained for a day.

That was "an advance recognition for his current inventions and future military exploits."

Stranger, who was praised and became a celebrity, could even be talked about at banquets of big shots. He was finally no longer "the much-anticipated future star" or "the fifth level of the future", but a genuine "genius necromancer".

He was no longer someone's son or someone's student, but "Albert Lore", the strongest genius of the younger generation!

So he devoted himself to the research and optimization of "armed gargoyles".

Gargoyles were just a useless soldier. Their previous role was to fall silently on buildings at night to provide long-distance vision for ritualists.

And the unconscious rotten meat he researched is even more meaningless. Even the most common dagger can cut it, and the spliced ​​corpse made of it will be extremely fragile.

As for armor, it is even more so - Star Antimony is rich in metals but rarely uses them. The core materials of the Colossus are stone and gemstones, and only the physical professions in Black Eagle Territory need to use a lot of metal.

They also developed a large number of advanced guns and bullets, but they can basically only be sold to goblins - because the inventions of alchemists are much more useful than this, and these machine guns can only be used by hunters who can move freely even wearing heavy armor.

In Stranger's view, he is simply turning waste into treasure. The combination of worthless things, things that no one wants, and waste arms has made them the main force of the army. Even let the army arrange tactics based on his research - those fifth-level bigwigs have to change their habits to cater to him.

He kept writing various papers, and later he didn't even have to do experiments himself, he just needed to make prototypes by hand.

There are a large number of experimental personnel in the army's laboratories who are much more professional than him. He only needs to write down the theoretical possibilities and provide a prototype, and they will complete various tests with more professional efficiency than him, and the test data will be returned to him directly after he wakes up.

The extremely comfortable research environment makes Stranger feel strongly satisfied.

Just like drinking fine wine, the brain is swollen and numb. The whole person is very excited, and he will not feel tired even if he studies day and night. All the troublesome parts do not need to be done, just conceive! Just imagine!

He really exerts his talents-not only the armed gargoyle, he even wrote down every idea he came up with and provided it to the laboratory for further demonstration.

Even though Xingti is still in the war stage, it is still tilting a lot of resources towards him.

Stranger believes that in just two months... the armed gargoyle can be completely completed. During this time, he also refurbished and optimized many weapons of the old era-he has not done his job of splicing corpses for three months because he has more and more work on hand. The research matters that need to be handled by him are scheduled for two months later.

Now people's praise for him, Stranger can finally accept it all. He no longer worried about his origin and talent. People no longer expected him in the future, but began to worship the present "Albert Lore".

His teacher taught him that the twilight path is the path of engraving and eternity.

In his view, the twilight path means "now".

-- Now is eternity!

But when the old woman who saved him was blown into a pool of minced meat in front of him.

The blood that was like flying foam but with a little granularity splashed out and evenly covered his face. His face had turned dark red, and there were dense and dotted bloodstains on his skin. Like a glass window on a rainy day.

No longer praise, no longer flattery. No longer the recognition of elders, the recognition of predecessors.

He had come into contact with a lot of blood and many corpses. But he had never made himself so dirty - in order to prevent infection and contamination of materials, every time he handled the corpse, he would wear gloves and protection according to the process.

He had indeed seen people who were executed. But in Xingti, death row prisoners are extremely valuable materials... In addition to necromancers, Moon Sons and demonologists also need them. In order to ensure the integrity of the corpse, there are only electric shocks and injections, and even hanging is not much.

At the moment the bomb fell, he seemed to be awakened by the explosion.

The past few months were like a dream...

And in an instant, he seemed to wake up from a dream.

Stranger even had an illusion in a trance - as if he accidentally pushed his child down the stairs after being drunk. The brain became clear again in an instant, and the whole noisy world became silent.

Now thinking back to his research... he only felt a wave of nausea.

"... What genius."

Stranger looked at his hand with self-mockery: "A genius for killing people..."

After he fainted, the blood on his hand had long been wiped clean, but now he can repeatedly see a trace of scarlet from it.

At this time, the sound of fighting outside gradually subsided.

- Maybe Xingti won the battle.

Stranger thought calmly.

He was now arrested... escorted in name, but actually arrested. He could not complete the mission at all, and it was probably difficult for him to advance smoothly.

This advancement had already failed.

He really couldn't imagine that a force of colossi and gargoyles was "escorting" him. How could he escape?

... There were still several days left, and he didn't know how to survive.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage he was in was lifted.

The person who lifted the curtain made the stranger stunned for a moment.

Because he knew this person.

"The Great Guardian of Avalon?"

"Master Nobel."

The middle-aged blond man with tired eyes asked calmly: "Are you... going back to Xingbi?"