Chapter 1218, the person who inherits the truth (two more)

When the time passed, Duke did not think that after thousands of years, someone would bring him the same feeling as Haimer.

There is no magical smell on his body, and even his face has begun to age, but the brilliance in his eyes is as shocking as the original Hemer.

That is the brilliance of wisdom, that is beyond the eyes of the times.

His name is Poincaré, his descendants, who believed in Hemer's scientific path and steadfastly chose the seeds left by the descendants who remained on the ground.

Now, this seed has taken root and sprouted into a towering tree.

"It turns out that this is the real nuclear explosion."

"Ignitor, a switch that makes unlimited energy."

"Nuclear explosion is not a curse, but a scientific phenomenon, the power of material origin." After knowing what happened at the beginning, Poincaré suddenly realized.

This is the truth of everything. The nuclear explosion is not a curse cast by a warlock, but a weapon of science and the ultimate weapon that is powerful enough to destroy everything.

The opportunity to lose the title of the empire is taken for granted. This is a black technology far beyond the technology of the numbering machine. It should be a method for making a small sun.

That theory, now only in some of Poincaré's ideas, is just a vague concept.

Unexpectedly, as early as in the gods, there were pioneers who had already made such miracles by themselves. It was a pity that they greatly underestimated the destructive power of this technology. They trusted the experience of magic too much and tried to bind this with magical arrays. power.

This is the limitation of the times. They don't realize how difficult it is to make a small sun. How whimsical it is to restrain the power of the sun. Look. Wool, Chinese net

However, their approach is correct, and Poincaré can be sure of this.

"I will continue their research."

"The power of nuclear explosion will definitely belong to humanity."

Without any hesitation, Poincaré decided to take over the banner of Hemer and the last miracle generation on the spot to complete their unfinished dreams.

"So, everything will be handed over to you."

"I have lost my creativity and imagination. As a price of immortality, I may soon lose my feelings." Duke told Poincaré about the ignitor and the burial place where all the research materials of Haimer were. The flame began to shake.

The sorcerer's immortality comes at a price, and the scorpion that brings the scorpion into the bonfire is essentially an ashes.

Transforming into a lich can really not die, but all feelings will gradually disappear, and will also lose the unique creativity and imagination of human beings.

Even after a long period of time, you will naturally get a knowledge of astronomical knowledge, but it is just stored in a library, and you can no longer have human inspiration.

This is not the perfect longevity pursued by the Masters. It can be transformed into a Lich Master. It can repeat thousands of experiments and trials, but it loses the ability to create miracles.

Therefore, the lich can exist as the head of the dead army, but it can no longer be the seed to change the world.

The future belongs to the living. The deceased who should have been sleeping has escaped the laws of nature in a distorted manner and stayed in the gap between the past and the present forever.

It is this power that does not belong to the Red Robe Masters Council, but the privilege of underground graves.

The mysterious king of the undead is showing the higher mystery of the scientific path that is different from Hemer.

The scientific side, or the mysterious side, is more suitable for the world of Xia. Duke has no answer and has lost the ability to get an answer.

"This is the price... the price of immortality..." Poincaré looked at the ancestors who had been living in the underground graves, even if they survived in such a position, and created some kind of miracle.

This undead existence is worth studying.

"No... the price of the weak..."

"We lost to the king of the undead...so we will pay the price..."

"The strong have the privilege of dominating everything. This is the law that will not change at any time."

"I wait, obey this law and owe allegiance to the great king of the undead."

"I have not betrayed the great king, and witnessed it with me, the strongest existence on the mysterious side." Entrusting all the legacy of Hemer to Poincaré, Duke completed his last wish, he could feel There is not much time to go to yourself.

This obsession, coupled with the protection of the Magic Star, is the most important reason why his feelings did not dissipate after being converted into a Lich.

When Poincaré took over the legacy, his obsession disappeared and his "something" that had been supporting him disappeared.

"Oh!" There seems to be something invisible in the body that starts to break a little bit.

The last bit of the ash in the soul fire formed over a long period of time began to slowly dissipate, and the soul fire in Duke's eyes quietly contracted.

Soon, Duke’s body no longer exudes a feeling that makes Poincaré feel a little embarrassed.

He glanced at Poincaré coldly, and like other lichs suspended around the venue, began to move regularly.

At that moment, Poincaré knew that he had just talked with him, telling the secrets of the gods, the origin of the nuclear explosion, the biggest accident that humans had experienced, and passing on that knowledge to his Duke, forever. Disappeared.

What exists here is the undead spirit that has gone through thousands of years. Except for the coat of arms of the magic star on the chest, there is no connection between the two.

"Goodbye... Speaker." Poincaré gently bowed to the leaving lich, which is a respect for the forerunners who have passed away.

The speaker of the red robe mage has done everything he can, but it is a pity that the science of that era has cut off the road ahead after losing the generation of Hemer and the last miracle.

Whether it is Hemer or Duke, it is the person who made the choice in that era.

There is no right or wrong, only those who are limited by the times have made mistakes, and human beings of that era will make mistakes.

The path of science is inevitably to pay the wrong price. They are pioneers, and now their inheritance will be inherited by Poincaré and scholars.

In the era of no magic, science is the truth, and countless new formulas have emerged in Poincaré's mind.

In the midst of ambiguity, Poincaré saw the truth, which symbolized the essence of the beauty of matter.

At the same time, the ladder of the magical weaving of Babylon's towering tower is falling.

The king of the undead who wears the black armor, with the momentum of the king, appears in front of all the representatives of the world of the world.

King's return.

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Ps: The body has recovered almost. Can you see more today?