The Righteous Player(s)

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Annan fully understood.

What kind of taboo Nicholas Flamel has violated--

It is not only based on ethics or moral prudence; it is also not only to maintain the authority that belongs to the gods or the monarch...Although Nicholas challenged his colleagues, the monarch, and the gods at the same time, the real cause of his death was because His betrayal of "humanity".

Because if synthetic people make up their minds to hide, with their abilities, it is almost impossible to be discovered.

Dispelling the extraordinary power held by the synthetic people requires the "veto" power of the Silent Lady; and cutting the connection between the synthetic people requires the power of the mysterious lady's "secret" field; if you want to discover the traces of the synthetic people, you must not Do not rely on "lucky" and "accidents"; in order to completely destroy the synthetic man and prevent it from being used by other false gods, a god-level "decomposition" is needed to destroy and "dark" to bury it. And let the bone-buried mother-in-law personally confirm whether they are dead or not.

"Without the help of the gods, we can't even defeat the synthetic people. But in this matter, the gods will help us after all."

Bishop Darryl said solemnly.

The Twelve Righteous Gods are not humans, or “Yaselans”—the native races of the Oasis Land.

They don't need to target Nicholas.

It can even be said... if a better race emerges, it can be considered a good thing for Zhengshen.

But the popes are real human beings.

"At that time, we convened the first ‘Holy See Council’ of this era."

Bishop Daryl replied: "All the twelve popes and thirteen saints were present, and finally got a vote of 23 to two.

"So in the end, the twelve popes and the thirteen saints all appeared on the stage—

"This disaster that may lead to the end of the Fifth Age was over in just two days."

Nicholas' creation really offended too many people.

Anyone who is a little sensible can judge that human civilization will eventually be completely replaced by synthetic humans after the race of synthetic humans grows up.

Moreover, false gods are not counted, even righteous gods have been offended by him.

As a creation without a father and no mother, this is undoubtedly a violation of "tradition"; the condition of inter-mind communication makes them no longer have "secrets", no longer need "trade", there is no "war", and more There is no "nobleman".

If synthetic humans really replace humans, they will offend the five righteous gods—especially the Silver Sir and the Red Knight, who are all righteous gods in a single realm.

The demise of the concept represents the severance of truth. Under normal circumstances, "trade" and "war" cannot die out... but the situation is abnormal.

Nicholas is not a stupid person.

He is the most outstanding alchemist...and their creator. He must be the first to notice all this. He also knows what he will face.

But he still chose silence.

Even acquiescence.

He just didn't want to destroy his creation.

Of course... and when he was arrested and executed, he did not resist at all.

"That's it..."

Annan nodded cautiously: "I have fully understood it.

"You didn't make any mistakes. In order to protect all humans, synthetic humans must be completely destroyed... This is indeed a disaster that can only be prevented by Zhengshen."

Regardless of the king's capital, what is the identity of the leader of the Hermetic School?

He must be taken seriously.

Whether he is the real Nicholas Flamel;

Still the last remnant of the Synthesizer;

Or the successor of Nicholas’ academic and ideological inheritance;

As long as he is not a liar who knows nothing about Nicholas' secrets, then he just exists... it is a huge hidden danger.

"What are you going to do now?"

Annan was silent for a long time, then asked Bishop Darryl: "This is obviously a major event."

"...But I can't go back to the royal capital yet."

Darryl struggled, or sighed: "Neither Nicholas nor his partner have seen me. As long as we meet once, he will know that his existence has been exposed."

"Then where are you going?"

"I'll go to Dennisoya."

The Fat Bishop solemnly said: "Go to Nicholas' cemetery. Not many people know the location of his cemetery... There are few people there, there will definitely be clues.

"I'm not extraordinary either. I go by boat, and I can get there in half a month.

"Whether he came back from the dead, or not dead at all, or someone moved his body, there must be clues on the cemetery."

"……you are right."

Annan nodded slowly.

This is indeed a way.

The capital is very dangerous, and Grandpa Darryl is also very powerful. But he is really not suitable for following.

——Nicholas’ cemetery, sooner or later, I have to confirm it.

Currently Darryl can't go to the royal capital. Going to the cemetery now shows the best distribution.

But... how can Darryl pass the information as quickly as possible?

Send a letter?

That's not right, what if the letter is lost...

Let Sir Silver help pass the message?

Or do some magic tricks?

...Or else, find a player to follow the past as a moving eye?

As it happens, when it comes to magic...

"Okay, that's it."

Annan sighed, and his tone became more relaxed: "Almost forgot that I came to talk to you about the business~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Isn't it the business just now?"

Daryl's movements were frozen for a moment, visible to the naked eye.

He looked up in disbelief.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Annan vaguely saw a flash of fear in Darryl’s eyes...

"It's not a troublesome thing this time," Annan quickly explained, "Although every time I come to see you, it happens to be troublesome...but this time it's really not bad news."

"Because the news just now is bad enough."

Darryl murmured: "I haven't heard such bad news for almost a hundred years, Your Highness."

"That wouldn't be worse, would it?"

"...Also."

"But this time is really good news."

Annan finally couldn't help but laugh.

He stretched his right hand forward, palm down.

It was the same as when Darryl showed the imprint of the Holy Light to Annan—starting from the back of Annan's hand, the fine and profound silver runes shimmering with shimmering flicks turned and emerged. Only a dark red rune hung near Annan's wrist.

These runes quickly spread upwards, covering Annan's entire right arm, and continuously extending upwards, climbing to Annan's right cheek, and even covering the entire right side of the neck.

There is a strange power in these complicated silver runes. There is almost nothing to see when one or two, but so many are connected together, anyway, the inexplicable power is constantly surging and stacking like water waves——

"I'm here to ask you...I've been lucky recently. I just got three hundred silver jazz's holy light imprints. Are there any high-end and practical magic techniques that I can recommend to learn?"

Looking at the old bread grandpa who looked at himself motionless as if he was disconnected, Annan asked modestly and gently.

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