In the gloomy hall, countless translucent faces are suspended in the alchemy matrix above the ceiling, and those dead souls are refitted with their source qualities and records, becoming almost perfect copies of quasi-spiritual bodies.

At this moment, countless voices continued to ring from Hedi's ears.

"Your progress has been slow."

"When does this go on like this?"

"A change must be made."

"Otherwise, you will suffocate and die."

"I said earlier that Roman secrets should be used. The Greek one that was eliminated is not good at all."

"It won't be useful to regret things up until now. It will only increase civil strife, and our talents are no better than Publius."

"But Publius has no spare energy... after so many divisions of blood, spirit, body and bones, does he really have his original talents?"

"There is one thing to say, I think it is stupid to create a god, you should try my project..."

"Huh? The sea of ​​artificial silver is simply uncontrollable, on the contrary, it is not as meaningful as the re-creation of the remnants of the world."

"If you want to talk about this, I won't be sleepy..."

"Enough!"

A majestic phantom soul interrupted those useless quarrels and complaints.

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

The majestic face of the previous generation chief looked down, overlooking Hedi's indifferent face: "Losing the initiative is equivalent to sitting and waiting for death, Hedi, you are the chief and you should do something."

There is no resentment and resentment after being poisoned and murdered.

It has not undergone any brainwashing and modification, nor has it suffered any ravages and tortures.

These souls who have been ‘resurrected’ by phenomena after death don’t care to provide wisdom and reference for the murderer who killed them, and even don’t care that they are dead.

It doesn't matter if he knows that Hedi is a piper.

The instinct of the alchemist has already overwhelmed everything, curiosity, research desire and uncontrollable impulse to explore, those important parts that make up the soul have been faithfully reproduced.

Unlike the mediocre people who died of impure death, these fanatical followers accepted their death in less than a few minutes. After leaving a little regret, they began to willingly continue to provide services to the murderer. .

No reservations.

They just want to see the result, even if even this self-consciousness is false, they also want to satisfy this hopeless impulse.

Reality has proved that Publius' talent is far above them.

Since the existence of great masters is not comparable to those of the flawed ones, why not accept your own failure, obey the change, and explore a higher realm?

They don't care about the lives of others, not even their own lives.

Besides, it's just that there is no way to eat, and it's not that there is no way to continue research. After death, you can continue to chase new wisdom...

Isn't it good?

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

Hedi shook his head, "The faster you move, the faster you die. In the final analysis, you guys, didn't you fail because of your arrogance? Can't you learn your lesson?"

He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, groaning, and slowly said: "The Wufu of the Astronomical Society is never to be feared. Mikhail's projection is nothing but a mere appearance, beyond the reach, he can only maintain that area, other Don't be fooled by the fundamental strength of the person.

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

He paused, raised his eyes to look over, and asked, "In today's era, are there other people besides the gods that can still launch the [God Showdown]?"

"Thirty percent may be Mikhail, 40 percent are unknown miraculous imprints, and 19 percent are from Helios... Among them, there is a real possibility of a **** coming here. Sex is even less than one percent."

The chief of the previous generation quickly came to the most objective conclusion: "The gods and the gods are repulsive, Heidi, like two stars will not easily come close.

After Apollo’s mystery-making device was activated, it was absolutely impossible for another **** to enter Helios—rather, it was because the divinity that Publius recreated was so successful that it was used by his opponent instead. "

The representatives of the dead souls finally warned: "The most dangerous time has been reached, and we must respond."

"I know."

Hedi beat his deputy and said calmly, "I know."

At this moment, in this temple belonging to Hades, the king of the underworld, under the gaze of countless souls, the huge matrix in the center of the hall lights up again.

After offering a huge amount of sacrifices and offering countless sacrifices, the liquid gold swelled from the cauldron, broke through the blood, and turned into a descending embryo.

Endless dark precipitation emerged from it.

Immediately afterwards, a thin and towering back emerged from it, dark and covered in layers of gold ornaments, embellished with lapis lazuli and rubies, and his raised eyes slowly lifted up.

Sniffing the smell in the air, frowned unpleasantly.

"The smell of an alchemist..."

The crown wearer from **** raised his eyes and looked at Hedi above, mocking: "Is the contractor you? Do you expect this to bind me?"

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

Soon, it disappeared in front of the scepter in Hedi's hand.

"The witness of the contract is the supreme one who blows the sound of truth--" Hedi asked blankly: "Dare you offend his majesty?"

"My master doesn't have a second, jester, pay attention to your words!" A cold light appeared in the crown-wearer's animal eyes: "I only serve the Lord of all decay, the immortal'Blighted King'!"

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

Hedi raised his scepter again and pointed it at his face: "Sumerian **** demons, solidified evil spirits-Betrayer Gala! I command you in your name and obey me -"

He paused and smiled maliciously: "Or, you can make another choice."

Under the restriction of the contract, the ancient solidification person fell into silence, and countless phantoms appeared in the weird luster flowing on the golden embellishment, all of which were the twisted faces of the deceased.

For a long time, he slowly looked behind him.

In the darkness behind him, a pale face emerged.

Shrouded in the pitch-black tulle, it was a beautiful face, but it was lifeless.

For this stunning beauty, Gala didn't have any feelings of appreciation, but was full of disgust for those hollow eyes.

A lie, a false bubble, just like the promise of all jesters, there is no truth at all, but the same... is full of threats and malice.

"I will obey the contract, alchemist."

Gala retracted his gaze and chose to obey the authority of the Supreme: "Give me weapons, give me blood, give me war...Finally, let your doll be farther away from me."

"Then, happy cooperation."

Hedi 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, with scarlet eyes raised, already impatient.

"I have prepared the war you want for you, Gala."

Hedi smiled and told the master of the large group who was loyal to death:

"——Before the war is over, learn to get along with [Pandora]."

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At the same time, in another huge hall, the visitor put down his teacup and drew his cigar again: "It always feels like Garland, you are in big trouble."

"It has nothing to do with you, Izhekter."

In front of him, the great master shrouded in invisible flames said coldly: "You only need to do what you want to do. You don't need to take care of other things."

"Aha, don't even Little Garland look down on me now." Iz scratched his head awkwardly, full of concern: "Aren't I here to care about the health of the younger generation? Blood fever is such a troublesome stubborn illness, and the body can still support it. Live?"

"More than enough."

Garland lowered his eyes, staring at the blood flowing from his fingertips.

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

"Then, I won't bother."

Izzy raised his hand, put on his hat, got up and patted his pants, and said goodbye politely: "For the sake of you asking me to drink tea, how about giving you a prophecy?"

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

"You and Publius are so alike." Izzy laughed.

"Who said no?"

Garland retracted his gaze.

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

In the silence, the sluggish Rachel beside her woke up like a dream and opened her eyes.

"What happened?" he asked puzzled.

"Nothing happened."

Garland stared into the distant fog, looking at the tall tower burning with the sun's rays, as if he could see the embryo of the gods brewing in it~lightnovelpub.net~ The prototype of the gods was also watching him.

As a result, his eyes gradually became cold.

Make blood cold.

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After four hours, Huai Shi's movements of drinking, playing cards and singing suddenly stopped.

Pulled by the invisible force to the top of the heart of the permafrost.

Dazedly squeezed the cup in his hand and sat on the throne of the sun-caster.

I realized that I was overwhelmed by eating and drinking, and I didn't even see that the countdown was over.

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

When the roar burst out again from the mist, a hideous outline emerged from Huai Shi's eyes.

Surrounded by colorful RGB lights, a tall tower like a dragon rises from the ground, and a broken dog that has disappeared for an unknown period of time appears in front of him.

"Huh?!"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, didn't expect this wave to beat herself?

Then, he saw that countless staggered roads stretched out from the fog, covering the entire battlefield.

Hundreds of towering ornate bronze mirrors stood during the period, slowly rotating, reflecting the varied reflections of each other, making those complicated and weird roads twisted like chaotic wool, turning them into unresolvable ones. Dead knot.

Just looking at it makes people dizzy. Those three-way intersections overlap and become a weird maze.

No one can find its beginning and end.

And this time, the rules of the venue were also terribly weird, and people couldn't understand it at all.

——【Reversal of gains and losses】

What is this rule?

Is it restricting alchemy?

Huai Shi looked up blankly and looked at the opposite side.

Then, I saw myself sitting on the throne of the sun-caster.

"Huai Shi" showed a wicked smile.

The saliva and the tongue were thrown out from the corner of the mouth...

Flowed all over the place.