quicksilver blood

Chapter 555 Legion
A middle-aged man with plain hair was sitting in the empty Vatican, with his hands folded in front of his chin.And the two clusters of silver-white candles slowly burning on his left and right sides made his face look extraordinarily pale.

His hair is somewhat yellowish and silver-white, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated. It seems that his appearance, voice, and age are just about the average level of human beings.

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

His half-closed silver-white pupils were always shining with a metallic luster, which was particularly ruthless against the backdrop of the silver-white candlelight.

That kind of ruthlessness is not emotional indifference, nor is it a cold personality.That's just because you have lived for so long that everything has lost its meaning of existence and is so ruthless.

He stretched out his hand silently, and straightened the head with a ferocious expression in front of him towards him.

"It's our first meeting, the people of Cangyin."

He said softly: "If there is any impoliteness, please forgive me."

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

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

He stared closely at the professor, the cruel executioner who desecrated the temple and slaughtered the town, trying to find the cowardice and madness that could not be hidden from his face.

But a lot of disappointment.

The professor's face was flat, as if it was natural for him to turn all the people in a town into that kind of low-quality undead, and he didn't need to bear any guilt.

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

The professor just shook his head, and replied in a very flat manner: "Sooner or later, you will be grateful to me."

"...No need to pray? Not guilty?"

Duoduo was immediately enraged by this arrogant answer, his bright red eyes were shining, as if two lines of blood and tears were about to shed at any moment.

The ferocious anger of a ferocious beast rose suddenly in his eyes, burning blazingly——

But before he could speak, the professor suddenly stretched out his hand and lightly placed his fingers on the forehead of the head.

Accompanied by a slight and dull clear sound, Duoduo's skull was crushed head-on.The invisible force penetrated in, completely crushing his brain.Before Duoduo's roar was choked in his throat, it stopped.

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

After all, what the professor wanted to do was to make him temporarily withdraw from the stage.

"enough."

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

"Correction. That's not an outsider."

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

The professor just shook his head.

"But facing the twilight species, he is just a mortal."

He opened his mouth to question: "What can this kind of weak loyalty bring?"

"None of that. You just need to know that he was a disciple of the Savior—"

The instructor's voice raised slightly and became severe.Just hearing that reprimand is enough to freeze a mortal's soul and cause him to die suddenly.

Hearing the instructor's words, the professor's pupils shrank slightly: "You mean... the savior? The second savior?"

"Yes."

The instructor sighed deeply, "It's the plan proposed by the saint you serve, Akasha the Latter Knower. That plan is still being implemented."

"I think you still remember the iron law of hindsight - no one, including the saint, can know the history and future that includes himself. 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, Akasha told me that he saw a terrible future."

The Eternal Sleep Instructor sighed, and continued: "That is the end of the world. But because that future includes everyone in Farnes, this future cannot be told to anyone. Therefore, it is necessary to summon a savior from several nearby worlds. Lord, let him save the world with what he knows about Farnes' future."

"At that time, Akasha copied hundreds of copies of Farnes' future in his eyes, and sent a copy to every world marked by Father God Aum. Naturally, the best situation we expected at that time was that some A large-scale civilization that established a base against the Twilight came to this world to rescue Farnes, but it doesn’t matter if only a civilization similar to the Farnes clan receives the future. We will directly send the established ‘savior’ The soul of the twilight is directly summoned. In order to avoid being captured by the twilight species, this history is set to be obtained 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 the Silver Queen saving the world."

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

"We were prepared to fail. Unexpectedly, history sent success again."

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

"After the unexpected number of candidates, Raom and I hesitated a bit. In view of Roman's lessons, we finally decided to conduct some selections...in which we selected enough ruthless but not eccentric characters, who possessed enough wisdom and responsiveness. , and people who have no memory in the original world."

"So, the final choice is Roland?"

The professor raised an eyebrow.

"It can only be Roland." The instructor corrected, "Because Roland is Roman, his soul and Roman's soul are the same, and he can completely merge with Roman. At that time, it can be said that the only choice was Roland... only 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 even be here today."

"It's okay, Victor."

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

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

"Victor, I'm not human."

"So, you don't understand humans."

"What are you doing, Victor?"

The Eternal Sleeping Instructor finally couldn't help asking.

Victor paused, raised his head and replied softly: "Originally, my plan was to take advantage of Roland's general trend to unify the world in another way, and use the law of the Wall of Orm to merge outer space. Seal all the cracks in the entire Farnese."

"In that case, sooner or later, the energy of Farnes World will be exhausted."

"It's better than being invaded by the dusk."

Victor interrupted the tutor's words unceremoniously.

The Eternal Sleep Instructor just shook his head indifferently, and asked, "Then, what about now? What are you going to do?"

"right now……"

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

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

(End of this chapter)