"Ok?" "…The truth?" "The truth." "Of course, after all, I still need your protection." "What if one day I can no longer protect you?" Hearing this, Altluchi's smile deepened. She asked curiously with interest, "Will you leave? When the Dead Apostles are completely defeated, will you live in the sewers in order to survive..." "Well... I think that if the day comes when you can no longer protect me, maybe." Victor shrugged: "If you need me to, I will protect you in return." "?" "Tsk." Artluqi looked at Victor in surprise and smacked her lips. What an arrogant guy.
It's such an elusive confidence. She thought so and looked towards Cornwall again. There, a blood-red moon was shining in the sky. "Okay." "Then I look forward to it." Chapter 50, Meilian Solomon Victor's conversation with Artluchi brought the night to an end. With the cooperation of the Duke of Cornwall, everything went smoothly. They lived in the presidential suite, had servants to serve them, and even their subordinates were allowed to go out and fool around at night and wander the streets of this city. They talked unscrupulously about how many people had been successfully transformed last night, and which unlucky guy had died miserably and turned into a brainless zombie. The citizens nearby were afraid, but there was struggle and hesitation in their eyes. The days were peaceful, the autumn breeze was blowing gently, and the work of dozens of artificial human excavation teams was proceeding step by step. These days, apart from studying the technology of artificial humans, Victor spends his days madly playing against Brad in the training space at night, and learning the opponent's skills, including the pursuit and the relentless offensive rhythm. He also studied the card drawing system by the way. Among the rewards given by daily tasks in the past few days, there are more source crystals. He soon reached the target of ten consecutive hits and became eager to try again. In addition, the two of them also had a little more tacit understanding. Occasionally we would climb up the water tower and look down at the city together. No one spoke, but just silently took in the changes in the city. …… And on this day, the night remains the same. The two of them stayed on the water tower as usual. Artluqi swung her legs, enjoying watching the citizens being transformed into zombies one by one, or a talented person appearing among thousands.
She was like a little gambler, and began to experience the joy of drawing cards. Victor, on the other hand, was still deep in thought. He had become accustomed to coming here in the silence of the night to sort out his thoughts and to answer some questions that Altluchi suddenly raised. In his opinion, Artelucci has the potential to become an "excellent" teammate, and since she is also in the card pool, he is very happy to facilitate her growth. Then, as expected, the accident happened. In the night, a girl with ten gorgeous rings on her fingers slowly stepped into the city that had quietly changed. She looked at the red sky, frowned, and suddenly covered her nose in dissatisfaction: "It's so annoying, everywhere is full of... the smell of Dead Apostles." At the same time, Heiji, who was on the water tower, was also stunned for a moment, then she smiled sweetly, stopped swinging her legs, stood up, looked somewhere and said, "Well, it seems your first challenge is here." "...Hmm? People from the church? Judging by the time, they should be here soon." "Well, I guess so." Hearing this, Artluqi nodded and turned around and said, "Speaking of which." "Have you ever heard of the Burial Agency?" "The person who came is an old acquaintance of mine." …… Meilian... Meilian Solomon. The fifth of the Buried Organ, the twentieth of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, is a "Son of God" who usually acts as a priest, but once faced with exorcists and mysterious matters, he will act in his true form, that is, as a twelve-year-old boy. Information is always delayed. When Melanie Solomon set foot on the land of Cornwall and was sensed by Arteluci, Victor suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the White Winged Prince was able to capture the traces of the church people so quickly and accurately and tell him one step ahead. I have to say here that although Mei Lian Solomon was jokingly called the executor of justice among the twenty-seven dead apostles by Hei Ji, that was only because he joined the Burial Agency and had never gotten along well with Hei Ji's lineage. In essence, Meilian Solomon has nothing to do with justice. It's still the same reason that a long period of time will often drive many people crazy. Every Dead Apostle who has been in the state for long enough is an expert in a certain field, or even a master. The reason is very simple, because they need an interest or an obsession to fight against eternal life. And Mei Lian, naturally, is the same. But his only obsession before was his admiration and infatuation with Lord Zhu Yue who turned him into a dead apostle and saved him. However, after Zhu Yue's death, the only person he could repay and firmly support was Elquilte, who inherited Zhu Yue's power. This would naturally cause Arteluqi's disgust and gloating - the thousand-year-old princess's slumber made Mei Lian lose his obsession again. In despair, Mei Lian began to live in seclusion for a hundred years, until suddenly one day, he began to frantically pursue antique collections and various treasures. Ah, an ancestor who is interested in archaeology, exploration, and treasure hunting. We found the door at the site where the holy relics were excavated. For a moment, Victor didn't know whether to lament the coincidence of the world or the inevitability of all things. …… With the reminder from Altluchi, Victor quickly discovered the other party's trace. Relying on the person behind him, Victor simply jumped down and stood directly in front of the other party. Meilian Solomon's deep blue eyes reflected Victor's equally indifferent pupils.
The two were silent for a long time, but neither of them took any action. "The dead apostle has a similar aura to you. He doesn't seem to be a simple guy." Meilian Solomon stared at the other party, his lips moved slightly, and his left hand actually spoke in response: "It is indeed another kind of "spirit". The other party is the same type as the White Beast." "That's really not good news." Meilian Solomon frowned slightly: "He also has the breath of the white beast on him. It seems that Hei Ji is also nearby." However, when he said this, there was no sound in response. Instead, his left arm broke and a pure white mouse with extremely beautiful red eyes climbed onto his shoulder. "Alterluqi may not be powerless. We are well prepared this time, aren't we?" "Four against four?" Meilian Solomon was silent for a moment, but shook his head gently and looked away on his own initiative - the four great beasts could indeed deal with the twenty-seven regular dead apostles one on one, but this did not include Hei Ji and that... White Knight. For some reason, he had a premonition that the guy staring at him was dangerous, extremely dangerous. The danger was not because of how strong he was, but... a feeling that was difficult to describe, as if he was a natural enemy. Yes, a sense of restraint, his sixth sense seemed to be wailing, coming from instinct, telling him... That person is like a natural enemy! While Mei Lian Solomon hesitated, Victor was also looking at her. He is talking to someone. This should be the opponent's ability, four limbs and four great beasts. Legend has it that Meilian Solomon was a son of God (Star Terminal) whose limbs were cut off. After being saved by Zhu Yue, he could use his imagination to create four non-existent fantasy monsters as his limbs. He thought for a moment, then looked at the mouse on the other's shoulder. Naturally, the identification technique was released, revealing some of the opponent's information. [Rat King] can transform into a human. His combat power is almost zero, but he can obtain information and survey the terrain through friends in various corners. "interesting." Victor murmured in a low voice. He was not talking about the Rat King, but the fact that the other party suddenly looked away, and the petite figure began to move forward slowly—— He paused slightly until he passed Victor. When he realized that Victor didn't seem to have the desire to take action, he quickened his pace again. The first time they met, they actually crossed paths in such a tacit understanding. Chapter 51, Victor’s madness and shipment! The news of the opening of the crown decision has been confirmed. With a burst of starlight, Victor, who once again relied on Crazy Thursday to get two card draw discounts and two talent points, finally couldn't resist the temptation. When the desire to quit gambling was once again itching to do so, this sudden news became the best reason for him to have a good time. It's still ten shots of blue sky and white clouds, and one shot of purple as a guarantee. Moreover, there was almost nothing in the ten shots of blue sky and white clouds that was worthy of Victor's attention. In the absence of even an advanced potion, even the guaranteed purple had become a rather useless skill. [Heavenly Shock Star]: Epic level, earth magic, sky magic, celestial/astronomical concepts added, anti-military level, through hand seals, using magic power to form a huge meteorite in the sky, and pull it down, the resulting world-destroying magic can be advanced. The advanced magic is called [Pseudo-Moonfall]... It requires both Earth Magic and Sky Magic to be level 7, and its function is to add concepts and pull down meteorites from the sky... Even if they are meteorites that you made yourself... Uh.
For a moment, Victor was filled with the desire to complain. The fake Falling Moon was fine, but the damn conditions were not what he wanted anyway. But this Tianai Zhenxing - do you dare to change your name? ! Or you can change the activation method to magic materials. What is a seal? Also. Limited card pool! The probability of Dead Apostles being increased by 80%. You can give me this crooked?! For a moment, Victor felt that drawing cards was boring. In Sage Mode, his desire to quit gambling increased sharply. And in this situation, Artluqi walked in holding the white beast, without knocking on the door as usual, and brought very bad news. The news of the opening of the crown decision has been confirmed, and the time will be one month later. "The White Wing Duke sent another message, hoping that we would go to Germany." "It seems that he is under a lot of pressure. He has never contacted me so frequently before." "It's also possible that he knew that it was useless to contact you before." Victor responded subconsciously, and Artelucci was so angry that he immediately showed his little tiger teeth: "Huh? What do you mean?" "But you're right, he's under a lot of pressure." Victor ignored the other party's annoyance. He turned his attention away from the boring card drawing system and thought, "But you already knew this, didn't you? You should have realized it from the moment he suddenly invited you back to Europe." "Unless it is absolutely necessary, there is no way he would want you to reappear on the land of Europe." "One month..." Victor held his chin. "Faster than I thought..." "We need to finish this here real quick - damn, there might not be enough time." "What exactly is your plan, Victor?" Hearing this, Altluchi frowned strangely: "You are so anxious to remove the curse, is it possible that I and Stulut can't protect you and complete this plan?" "Of course not." Victor said as a matter of course: "I thought you had already discovered it. Do you know what Cornwall's current conversion rate is?" "Probably around 10 percent." Artluqi curled her lips. This kind of question was not difficult for her at all. She has been paying close attention to the progress of Victor and his "project" these days. "That's right. It's been half a month and it's only 10%..." The conversion rate of the Dead Apostles is actually not very high, even lower than Victor imagined, because the garbage transformed into low-level ghouls does not have the nature of secondary infection. Only when they become zombies with their incomplete sanity can they suppress the beast instinct to tear the opponent apart and inject magic power into the opponent while eating. However, even if it is a zombie, without the blessing of time evolution, the probability of its appearance is less than one in a thousand. This means that the so-called diffuse lesions are actually much more difficult to treat than Victor had imagined. "It's pretty quick, isn't it?"
Hearing Victor's words, Artluqi was even more shocked. She said speechlessly: "You should know that you are the first ancestor who is so bold and crazy to infect ordinary people..." "Not enough. The problem is that it's not enough." Victor shook his head. He wanted to use Cornwall as a huge detonator. "Well...how much do you want?" Altluchi narrowed his eyes and looked at Victor hesitantly: "High-level Dead Apostles and Ancestors can effectively improve the conversion rate and retained sanity. Kyle is just a low-level Dead Apostle. If you need, I can help--" "Do you even need to ask? Of course it's 100 percent." He wanted to attract the attention of the Magicians Association, he wanted to shock the Magicians Association, he wanted to make the Magicians Association feel the madness of being pushed to the extreme.