Blood of Mercury

An ordinary middle-aged man sat in the empty Pope's Hall with his hands folded in front of his chin. The two clusters of silver-white candles slowly lit on the left and right sides of him made his face look extraordinarily pale.

His hair is a little yellowish silver-white, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated. He looks like the average human beings in terms of appearance, voice, and age.

However, his eyes are extremely abnormal, completely different from the ordinary that his appearance has always emphasized.

His half-opened and half-closed silver-white pupils have been shining with metallic luster, and they are particularly ruthless against the backdrop of the silver-white candlelight.

That kind of ruthlessness is not emotional indifference, nor is it cold in character. That's just because it's been so ruthless that everything has lost the meaning of existence after living so long.

He stretched out his hand silently, and straightened the grim-faced head in front of him.

"First meeting, people of Cang Yin."

He said softly, "If there is anything rude, please forgive me."

"Forgiveness? Ha, that's a good word! Beautiful mockery! I ask you, do you pray for your sins?"

The head raised the corner of his mouth without warning, and asked in a cold arc.

He stared closely at the professor, the ruthless executioner who desecrated temples and slaughtered towns, trying to find in his face the timidity and madness that could not be hidden.

But so disappointed.

The professor's face was flat, as if it was right for him to turn all the people of a town into that kind of inferior undead, and he didn't need to take any guilt.

"I don't need to pray because I'm innocent."

The professor just shook his head and replied in an extremely flat manner: "One day, you will be grateful to me."

"...No prayers? Innocent?"

Duoduo was immediately completely irritated by this arrogant answer, his bright red eyes shone with light, as if two lines of blood and tears would shed at any moment.

The fury like a beast in his eyes suddenly rose, and it was burning—

But before he could speak, the professor suddenly reached out and put his fingers on the head's forehead.

With a slight and dull clear sound, Duoduo's skull was smashed frontally. The invisible force penetrated in and completely shattered his brain. Duo Duo's roar was choked in his throat before he could even say it, and it came to an end.

Of course, the professor knew that an attack of this level would definitely not be able to completely obliterate an undead. His soul must be reborn in armor or clay, but that's enough.

After all, what the professor wanted to do was to let him retire temporarily.

"enough."

The professor slowly closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said softly, "There are no outsiders now, you can come out."

"Correct. That's not an outsider."

Following the professor's call, a dark silhouette slowly emerged behind him, and a lazy and indifferent voice sounded directly from the bottom of the professor's heart: "He is my dependents, my priest, and a loyal follower of little Roland."

The professor just shook his head.

"But in the face of Twilight, he's just a mortal."

He opened his mouth and questioned: "What can this weak loyalty bring?"

"It has nothing to do with that. All you need to know is that he was a disciple of the Savior—"

The instructor's voice rose slightly and became severe. Just hearing that rebuke is enough to freeze the soul of a mortal and cause him to die instantly.

Hearing the teacher's words, the professor's pupils shrank slightly: "You said...Savior? The second savior?"

"That's right."

The teacher sighed deeply: "It is the plan proposed by the saint you serve, the later knower Akasha. That plan is still being implemented."

"I think you still remember the iron law of hindsight - including saints, no one can know the history and future that includes themselves. Otherwise, the information pushed from the infinite future will directly penetrate the time wall. , all the way to the past, making the time at this moment extremely chaotic. In this way, only the saint who does not exist in anyone's memory can see the future. This is also the meaning of the existence of the latter."

"At that time, Akashya told me that he saw a terrible future."

The long-sleeping mentor sighed and continued: "That is the end of the world. But because that future includes everyone in Faens, this future cannot be told to anyone. So it is necessary to summon a rescuer from several nearby worlds. Lord, let him save the world with the future he knows of Farnes."

"At that time, Akasha copied hundreds of copies of what he saw as the future of Farnes, and sent one copy of every world marked by the Father God Aum. The best we expected at the time was naturally a certain The large-scale civilization that established the Dusk base came to this world to save Farnes, but even a civilization with a civilization similar to that of the Farnes received the future. We will directly send the established 'savior' The soul is summoned directly. In order to avoid being captured by the dusk species, this history is set to be obtained only by the race with language and dreams, and it appears in the dream in the form of inspiration."

"Then, it's history as you know it - the story of Roman Queen of Silver saving the world."

"But, she failed. After that, the future changed again, but at this time Akasha was dying. The last thing he could do before he died was to send the changed future to Roman's place again. in that world."

"We were prepared for failure. But unexpectedly, history was sent again."

"Fortunately, this history was made into a game. For a time, in a way completely beyond our expectations, this history of Farnes spread to the whole world."

"After there were many surprises, Raom and I were hesitant. In view of Roman's lessons, we finally decided to conduct some selections... Among them, we chose people who were cruel enough but not eccentric, and who had enough intelligence and responsiveness. , and there are no people in the original world to remember."

"So, the final choice is Roland?"

The professor raised his eyebrows~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It could only be Roland. The tutor corrected, "Because Roland is Roman, his soul is the same as Roman, and he can be completely integrated with Roman." At that time, it can be said that the only choice was Roland... Unfortunately, he rejected my proposal. "

"……I see."

The professor couldn't help sighing: "If you had told me these things a few years ago, I might not be here today at all."

"It's okay, Victor."

The teacher's lazy and flat voice sounded: "You are also the chosen one of the saints. Your authority is the same as Claudia's. When the Pope is away, you are the biggest here."

"...So, I still hate your old-fashioned way of thinking. If you are angry now, maybe I will feel better now."

"Victor, I'm not human."

"So, you don't understand humans."

"What on earth are you going to do, Victor?"

Instructor Changmian finally couldn't help but ask.

Victor paused, raised his head and replied in a low voice: "Originally, my plan was to use Roland's general trend to unify the world in another way, to merge the outer space with the help of the law of the Wall of Orm, Seal all the gaps in the entire Faens." △≧miào△≧bi△≧gé△≧

"In that case, sooner or later, the energy in the Farns world will be depleted."

"Better than being invaded by dusk."

Victor unceremoniously interrupted the teacher's words.

Instructor Changmian just shook his head indifferently and asked, "So, now? What are you going to do?"

"right now……"

The professor murmured and raised his head, his eyes turned to the east, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see clearly.

"...At least first, form an army."