Blood of Mercury

Chapter 53 The Miracle of Mortals

"As I said at the beginning... Since time is not enough, then take a step back and don't make a perfect Gaia wall, but merge the outer space first and seal all the gaps in the entire Faens. (**High-speed full text debut, read together on the book network**)”

The professor was silent for a while, then spoke quietly.

"But even if I take a step back, with my own abilities, it's almost impossible to accomplish."

He looked at his mentor and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "...After all, my lifespan is coming to an end."

The instructor nodded silently.

"Even if it is a half-elf, even if it is the highest spire, the lifespan of a thousand years is already the limit. I have used all kinds of life-sustaining secret methods, but in the end, I just extended the lifespan to the theoretical value."

The professor calmly discussed his lifespan, as calmly as he was discussing the weather: "To be fair, I'm already tired of living. If it wasn't for the fact that the task given to me by Lord Akasha hadn't been completed, I would have died about five hundred years ago. Right."

"So you want to use Elkat's secret technique to create an army of undead to resist the dusk, and then use their brains to assist in the calculation?" The mentor shook his head: "There are too many questions."

"Yes, there are too many questions."

The professor nodded cheerfully: "For example, what to do with the strength difference between the undead Legion and the Twilight Legion, for example, how to solve the absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers... However, I have put forward some ideas. That's me what to do now.”

Finally, the beam of light in front of him had expanded to a thickness of about half a meter, turning into a huge totem about three meters high. The scarlet nicks like bloodstains quickly crawled on the surface of the totem, dyeing it all.

That is the power unique to the believers of the hindsight, the ability to reproduce a certain power that existed in the past, or to construct the prototype of a certain creation in the future.

Ignoring the shape, this is the ritual image used by the Silver Queen thousands of years ago. Although it does not sculpt the appearance of the Silver Queen, it can also complete the charging of the magical power of undead transformation. And that scarlet nick is undoubtedly related to the bloodstain syndrome made by Roland.

As long as this pillar stands here, anyone who approaches will become undead. Even if the three thousand people in front were defeated, as long as someone tried to take back the Holy Land and came near this totem, they would be transformed into new undead by the spores in the air.

"Bloodstain syndrome is a good thing... I admit that Farina is a genius, different from Roland. It can actually infect elemental creatures, which inspired me... Can I use it to infect disaster beasts and ice dragons? Those two ferocious beasts that even the chosen saints cannot defeat, and that even the saints cannot completely tame, the so-called strongest golden species on earth?”

"So I immediately started researching... After three months, I got a satisfactory answer."

The professor touched the huge totem he created out of thin air, and said softly: "That is, yes."

"Think about it, Lord Nerola. If the disaster beasts and ice dragons are transformed into undead, how powerful can they be? If the ice dragon's ability to arbitrarily adjust the flow of time of others is used, and the disaster beasts burn others. How much possibility can the ability of rationality exchange for potential be used in the immortal and ruthless undead army? Isn't Roland the Roland who calls himself a miracle? Isn't he the one who brings miracles? Then I will let Let him see how many great miracles mortals can cause—"

"Victor, are you trying to fight the spiritual pollution of the beast with the power of one person?"

The mentor shook his head in disappointment: "You have to know that the Calamity Beast Del Ramos itself is a sealed Dusk Seed. You have no way to compete with it."

"Of course I know. But what Roland can do, I can certainly do."

The professor smiled slightly: "Only dusk can touch dusk, and only dusk can fight dusk. I have enough confidence."

"You are not self-confidence, you are arrogant! Do you know that if you fail, you will become a more terrifying dusk than Del Ramos after accepting the pollution of Del Ramos thousands of times."

"I will kill myself before that," the professor replied without hesitation. "At that time, please hand over the ownership of the undead army to Esther or Merlin."

Hearing this, the instructor frowned.

"I found out... You've been targeting Roland, why?"

She asked: "It doesn't make any sense to fight Roland's power. You know, he is also the main force in the fight against Twilight..."

"Main force?"

The professor laughed in anger: "Do you care that the mortal who was sent by the gifts of the three of you and the legacy of the Silver Queen is called the main force in the fight against the dusk? Stop joking!"

For the first time, the professor's pale silver eyes burned with anger: "Do you know how much time I have spent in the past thousand years? I replaced my bloodline with a winter elf, and implanted a machine in my body to replace my brain. Take out your body and cultivate it, and freeze your emotions... for a thousand years!"

"And Roland, what did he give? He gave nothing! He was just a mortal! He never had any special talents! I can guarantee that if the gifts of the three saints and the prophecy of Lord Akashia were handed over casually Given a person, he can probably make achievements commensurate with Roland--"

The roaring professor's eyes were full of fury that the value of his life had been devalued.

Without anyone's support, he spent a thousand years and a lifetime to come up with the final plan... Although because of the lack of time, it was doomed to be a failed plan.

And Roland is the opposite of him. From the very beginning, he has been loved by the three saints and has been noticed by the world. It took him three months to complete the work of the professor for a thousand years - and the most unforgivable thing for the professor is that almost all of this work was done with the assistance of the saints.

How can it be forgiven? How can it be allowed?

If you admit Roland's achievements, it means admitting that what you have done in the past thousand years is useless, it means denying the meaning of your efforts in the past thousand years, and denying the full meaning of this life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Are you so ashamed? "

At this time, the faint words of Changmian's tutor made the professor stay in place.

"...Why should I feel inferior?" He pointed to himself in disbelief.

"Didn't you find out that Roland is very similar to you?"

Changmian Instructor sighed and looked at the professor with pity: "Although it looks unscrupulous, in fact, what you do after you say it is to sacrifice the few to save the many; you are almost obsessed with believing in yourself, obviously you have many opportunities from Roman Contact me there, but you deliberately ignore those opportunities..."

"You are almost exactly the same as Roland who just came to this world. The only difference is that your talent is much stronger than his, and it is not on the same level at all."

The teacher's words left the professor dumbfounded.

"But now, you haven't changed, Roland has changed. He has changed from a human life merchant like you to a real saint, but you're still calculating how many people you have to sacrifice to slow down the Twilight invasion for how many years... You After all, if you don't really see the future, your vision is bound to be limited."

"The reason you hate Roland is because he is too similar to you."

The long-sleeping mentor asserted—

"Victor, you are the last Roland, Roland who went astray in a crucial choice... But Roland can't be the next you anyway. Because, you didn't notice Roland's true talent at all. ."

"That is the savior we are looking for - that is the ability to find the only light from countless hopeless futures. The ability to make the most correct choice no matter how desperate the situation is."

"If it was Roland, he would definitely not be defeated," the instructor said softly, "We believe so."

"—This is a miracle." (To be continued.)