To bite them painfully, of course we need to infect them like crazy and turn the whole of Cornwall into a... city of dead apostles. "One hundred percent?!" Artluqi's voice suddenly rose, and even the white beast above her head, which had been listless, suddenly opened its curious eyes and looked at Victor. Stulut remained calm and expressionless, but the magic sword behind him suddenly heated up, and the burning magic sword seemed to tell his current mood. "Wait, Victor, do you know roughly how many people there are in the whole of Cornwall?" "Of course I know. More than 300,000. What's wrong?" "More than three hundred thousand!" Artluqi opened his eyes wide and took a breath of cold air: "Do you know what you are talking about?!" She originally thought that Victor was really short of manpower, and his goal was to find a few high-level subordinates among the tens of thousands of people who could become Night Demons or even lower-level Dead Apostles in one fell swoop. Otherwise, a 10% infection rate would have meant that he had 30,000 to 40,000 cannon fodder, which was already terrifying. Now that group of zombies were densely packed in the barrier of the dense forest by the sea. If it weren't for the unconditional obedience to their parents' orders in their blood, this number alone would have been impossible to suppress. And now you tell me you intend to infect the whole of Cornwall. More than 300,000 people?!
"Yes, what else?" Victor looked at Altluchi strangely and asked, "If it's just to build a cannon fodder army, what's so shocking about it?" "Even the Magician Association doesn't need to mobilize the magic army. Just relying on a monarch, it might be able to wipe them out. So what is there to be afraid of?" "But three hundred thousand is different." "It's not just the difference between quantitative change and qualitative change, it's also..." “It’s a spiritual shock.” "A county of more than 300,000 people, a county that has existed since the founding of England, and the legendary birthplace of King Arthur." "No one survived..." "Shock." …… The slightly bloody air condensed in the air, and for a moment, everyone fell silent. For the first time, Artluci felt the absurdity of an idea. It was not because of Victor's plan, but because her view of Victor seemed to have been fundamentally misunderstood. She always thought Victor was too kind... But now it seems... this is not kindness at all, he is just a Paradox player, a Class A war criminal. In response, Victor could only smile and express his helplessness. If possible, who would want to be a war criminal player. However, human senses can actually become numb, and numbers themselves can greatly weaken these senses. When it happens, the tragic situation of just four or five people is enough to make ordinary people collapse, but if you see from the news that an earthquake in a certain area unfortunately killed hundreds or even thousands of people, it will not cause too much discomfort to the senses. At the beginning, Victor was also conflicted, but just like Victor would never know what the commander who gave the order to drop the atomic bomb on the Far East was thinking in the end.
Now Victor can only try his best not to think about these more than 300,000 people. Yes, everything is for a better future. It’s all about the greater good. Victor closed his eyes gently and told himself so in his heart. Although, focusing on the group that benefits more is essentially incorrect, just like Emiya Kiritsugu's so-called justice, but... that's reality. Where does absolute correctness come from? Compared to Altruci's disbelief and self-doubt, the Black Knight Stuart's opinion of Victor is very complicated. On the one hand, he felt from the beginning that this man's character was simply not suitable for living under someone else's roof, and that Artelucci's indulgence in him would only bring harm to himself. Moreover, his sharp personality, which often clashed with Heiji, also made Stulut feel that this man was a bit disrespectful and overthrowing his superiors. He didn't like Victor, the guy who got to the top by killing his former colleagues. The Black Knight's character is silent and old-fashioned. However, no matter how much he disliked it, he had to admit that after Victor inherited the position of the White Knight, Heiji's aimless actions, which showed no interest in anything in life, did have a better sense of direction - compared to Heiji, Victor's style of action was almost full of layers of purpose. The goal is clear, one link after another, and... It's really quite courageous. This horrific plan of completely transforming 300,000 people into zombies and Dead Apostles would never have been proposed by any of them in the past, not even a thought about it, okay? As for the White Beast, it was just the opposite. As a fantasy species full of curiosity and instinctive actions, the White Beast felt close to the aura of Victor, but at the same time, because the other party often reminded it of its previous master - its attitude towards Victor could be said to be somewhat erratic, with a kind of appreciation, closeness, but at the same time, it was full of complex emotions of scruples and dislike. Of course...what the White Beast hated most was that the other party gave it a name without its consent. Fufu? What the hell is that? Seeing the scene fall into silence, Victor was not in a hurry. He also knew the impact of this plan. He simply let everyone digest it while he picked up Cathy and put her in his arms. "Fufu, have you gained weight again?" Victor lifted the man in front of him, looked at his discontented look as he kicked his four legs around, and chuckled, "But it's more comfortable to hold you." "Fu!!! I already told you I won't call you by that damn name... Also, I'm a dog, not a cat, you can't pet Fu..." Although he said so, with Victor's skilled massage technique, Fu Fu's resistance soon became weaker and weaker, and her voice became smaller and smaller, and she lay comfortably in Victor's arms - "Well, if I couldn't beat you... you would be a dead man already, Fu..." As a primate killer, although rumored to be a monster of Gaia, in fact, Fufu's combat power is indeed not too high when dealing with non-humans. Of course, this is compared with the 27th Ancestor of the Dead Apostles and the top-notch magicians. Ordinary beings are still unable to defeat a natural monster like Fufu. "You... guy." Artluqi looked speechlessly at Victor who had started playing with Fufu like a cat. Among the people here, Fufu was probably the only one who didn't know or care about how terrifying the so-called "300,000 people" was. She was silent for a while again. "If this happens, I'm afraid you will be considered a necessary target for elimination by the Magician Association..." "Besides, we can't protect it." Even if all of Cornwall were converted, they would not be able to survive. "So we need to rely on the White Wing Prince."
"Ok?" "Please send a message back to Lord Bai Yi." "Let's just say that in a month, we'll need to use his influence." "Call all ancestors." "what?" "all?" "Of course, all that possible." Victor nodded. "That's the Grand Master Decision. Famous figures in the magic world will attend. It's a meeting that all twelve monarchs must be present at. As a match for it, the Dead Apostles Decision held at the same time naturally needs to be taken seriously by the ancestors." "..." "Hiss, the one you played with... was really big." Altluchi closed her eyes slightly and finally nodded. Although she didn't want to admit it, it was true that if they wanted to gather all the ancestors together, there were only two people among the entire Dead Apostles who had the influence to make all the ancestors give them face. One is the White Winged Prince Tefanm Otengluoche, and the other one... It wasn’t her either, but Jewel Old Man, the Magic Marshal Zelrich. …… Artluci left, taking the Black Knight and the White Beast with her. She had to think carefully about what tone to use so that the White Winged Prince could summon all the ancestors while making herself appear... well, not needing the other party that much. She had a complicated expression before leaving, but she looked cute. Victor didn't think about it anymore. For him, it was too early to think about whether Cornwall could be kept. The curse hasn't been lifted yet! He's using his head to protect... Since it's so urgent. Victor thought for a moment and looked towards the copy... Speaking of which, a month has passed and half of the cooling-off period is over. Now, he only needs to invest three talent points to immediately open the next copy. Alas, time waits for no one, and when necessary, we still have to invest. Just before that! Victor suddenly closed the copy interface and opened the card drawing interface at extremely fast speed. 1600 Source Crystals! Ten consecutive hits! All in one go! Go bankrupt! Enjoy yourself first! Whoosh! !
All I heard was the clear sound of a shooting star. The next second, Victor's eyes widened. I saw two orange and one purple stars among the eleven stars! Double yolk egg!!! Chapter 52, New Copy [Mask of the Dead]—— Legendary, original. Base Durability: 38 The original, constant existence, no matter how it is destroyed or lost, will eventually be reborn somewhere in this universe. Mask, conceptual level, Max-level concealment, no one can penetrate the vision of this mask. Note: concealment is not the same as blocking the breath, it just blocks any peeping. A holy object, an object of worship. Once upon a time, this object was regarded as a holy object of God, and it still has some connection with an unknown god. If it is worshiped, there may be a very low probability that something will happen. Breath Transformation: When wearing this mask, you can transform your own breath into that of other races (conceptual level). The currently transformable races are: Undead, True Ancestor, Dead Apostles, Humans, Star Fairies (unknown type). Sun Shield: While wearing this mask, you will no longer suffer any negative effects from being in the sun. Description: A sacred weapon of the undead in a certain world, an absolutely powerful, yet absolutely... useless sacred weapon. “…Crooked again?” Victor was slightly stunned, but soon realized that it was not a rip-off... After all, this card pool was about increasing the drop rate of dark items such as Necromancers and Dead Apostles, and it didn't say that the items that were increased were definitely character cards and things from the Type-Moon world... But this thing...how should I put it. If only you could give it to me at the beginning. That way I can survive as a human being. Victor looked at the brilliant orange light in front of him and suddenly smiled bitterly. You are late. system. Since it was a double yolk egg, Victor did not feel too disappointed. He just put the slightly pale mask in his arms with an indifferent expression, and then casually clicked on the next page. This time, it won’t go astray, right? [Black Knight Rezovol Stuart] Rarity (rarity does not represent combat power): five stars. Affiliation: Dead Apostle Altruchi Faction Basic attributes: Strength 51, Constitution 69, Agility 39, Magic 62, Spirit 44.
Advanced attributes: Intelligence 4, Luck 2, Will 8, Mystic 7 Note: Basic attributes are not the original attributes of the character, but the attributes at the current card level, which only affect the power projection within the copy. Note: The 10% attribute addition is limited to basic attributes, and advanced attributes will not be added after being equipped. Description: One of the most senior Dead Apostles. [False Demon]: Talent, concept, this character possesses some demonic concepts, gains additional attributes [Fake], Mystery +1, and can use magic that is one level higher than its own level. [Oldest]: Characteristics, concept, this character is one of the three oldest Dead Apostles, Mystery +1, all his time-related magic is further enhanced.
