The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

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Although his eyes were closed, Herzog's distorted face was frozen in eternal shock and rage.

"Hello? It's me. Yes, I've finished it. Memory cleansing? No, no, no, there's no need to waste time on that. Dr. Herzog, our most precious chess piece, has already been tragically sacrificed like a passerby character."

After standing up, Mr. McAllen began to communicate with his partners, his leather shoes rolling over the ice crystals condensed in the cold storage, then he raised the tip of his shoes - he did not mourn for the dead Herzog for a moment - kicked his body aside as if it were garbage, and walked out of the storage room.

"You will never guess what happened here... Even though I was there in person, I still have to sigh, what a pity! The White King Container that we prepared with great difficulty went out of control, and we lost a key item for nothing."

"Don't guess, what you said is all wrong! Of course it's not a bloodline issue, it's the White King, the White King. There must be a part of the White King lurking in the container. If it's just a parasitic god's skeleton, this kind of accident wouldn't happen. It can be effectively suppressed by relying on the clapper audio."

McAllen walked into the empty laboratory, skillfully cracked the equipment password, and checked the logs and records left by Herzog in the computer.

"But now, the part lurking in the container must be from Frigga Zero. Anyway, the clapper is useless. Instead, it makes things worse and makes Him further awakened. Our poor Herzog died on the road that he stepped on for us."

"Alright, alright. I knew you would start blaming me again. I didn't take Frigga Zero back in time... Oh! Sometimes humans are so stupid. How could you possibly understand that the brothers who mastered Frigga Zero are not only my compatriots, but their attainments and potential in the field of alchemy are no less than mine."

Macallan smiled elegantly and mockingly, "Anyone with a little bit of brains, looking at the commotion caused by this Holy Grail War, should have some superficial understanding, right?"

"So, even if we can confirm that Frigga Zero has fallen into their hands, we will not be able to take it back until we are fully prepared."

His slender fingers clattered on the keyboard, and then he transferred all of Herzog's data through the USB port.

"Of course, this doesn't mean that we have no way to deal with them. As far as the current situation is concerned, Frigga Zero is in their hands, so they should be the ones who have a headache. We who enter the battlefield at this time can just happen to get a piece of the pie in this chaotic Holy Grail War."

"You said so, right? - Helver, Orluen, and of course our Saint, Regirev!"

The door of the laboratory opened and two girls in skirts with pale skin and long boots walked in. One of the girls had long curly hair and her name was Helvir. The other girl had a high ponytail and her name was Orluen.

Behind the two women came a white-haired girl who was tied up tightly with black chains. The chains with a light golden sheen bound her hands behind her back, and her ankles were locked with a pair of shackles. The cold light from the laboratory dome cast a layer of frost on the girl's hair.

Her clothing style is similar to Helver and Orluen, but more gorgeous and exquisite. Her pair of silver-gray eyes stare at Mr. McAllen angrily. She is the so-called "Saint Regirev".

(Helver, Orluun, and Rigirev are all names of Valkyries in Norse mythology.)
"Look at the most noble saint among us. Haven't you always been eager to leave the icebreaker chasing the gate of the kingdom of God and be curious about the scenery outside? Why do you still have an expression of unbearable anger after seeing the scenery outside?"

After putting down the communicator, Mr. McAllen spoke respectfully, but he did not even turn his head while speaking, as if he was treating it as an unimportant object.

"Hmph!" Ridgelife responded with a brief sneer.

"Oh, dear Miss Saint, what have I done to make you disrespect me so much that you are not even willing to give me a friendly smile?"

"You know, we spent a huge amount of money to buy you from Vincent. I also planned to take you to appreciate the beautiful scenery around the world as agreed. I remember clearly how eager you were at that time."

Unable to bear it any longer, Rigidrev burst into anger:

"That's enough, you cunning liar! Look at the treatment I'm receiving as a prisoner! How can I believe that you will fulfill my wish? Am I going to travel the world in chains and shackles? Is this a parade of death row prisoners before execution?"

"Eh... ? But your wish is indeed to travel around the world, right? You didn't agree to stop me from doing that..." McAllen's tone was still brisk, as if this was not a quarrel but an elegant conversation.

"Are you pretending to be ignorant, you masked bastard? What I want is not traveling, but freedom and to live my own life! You treat me like this, which just proves that you are no different from that old bastard Vincent!"

Rigidreve gnashed her teeth, filled with anger. The two girls beside her, Helwell and Orluen, watched indifferently. They showed indifference to Rigidreve's situation, more like guards or killers bought with money. Along the way, they were also responsible for watching over Rigidreve to prevent her from escaping.

There is really no respect at all for the title of this saint.

McCarron raised his palm and waved it, signaling Reggie to calm down.

"Oh, freedom! I understand, I understand. A canary that has lived in a cage for a long time always longs for the beauty of the outside world, and always feels that the quiet little garden where it was born is too small and cramped to be seen. This is just like a person who has been on the road for a long time always feels that everything in his hometown is particularly beautiful and fascinating."

He spread his arms as if to sketch out a picture. "The same is true of your nuclear-powered icebreaker 'YAMAL'. It is like a huge besieged city standing at the end of the world. People outside want to go back, and people inside want to get out..."

"But Saint, please allow me to pause our further communication. Before that, I need to discuss with my colleagues."

McCarron began to speak into the communication device again, "...Hello? Anyway, you heard it too. Just now, I took some time to comfort our noble Saint..."

Ridgelife was still indignant, but considering her current situation, she finally shut up. She pricked up her ears inconspicuously, and heard an old voice coming from the other end of McAllen's microphone:

"Saint? Oh... Are you referring to the ornamental fish that we bought at a huge cost?"

"Don't be so ruthless, Alpha? It's everyone in the Medical Association who agrees with this move. Didn't you also vote in favor?" McAllen shrugged. "You should know that the Saint Lady is strictly speaking a direct descendant of the Black Supreme. She is of great value to our plan." "Plan?" Alpha's voice on the other end of the communication became low. "Are you talking about the plan for the new era?"

"That's right! You and I both know the reason why the Medical Society is named after it. Although we have different origins, we all want to gain eternity. After the Twilight of the Gods, we will replace the old gods and become the new gods who are high above us!"

McAllen told the story without hiding anything, telling the reason why Elder Alpha... no, the reason why many mixed-blood families including Gattuso joined the Medical Association.

"To achieve this goal, our primary goal is to protect ourselves and delay our own death, rather than actively pursuing and inviting death like the secret party did."

"Unfortunately, after all these years, our greatest achievements are just a few potions that extend life and improve bloodline. We still haven't been able to stop death from approaching us!"

After Mr. McAllen said this, the person on the other end of the line fell silent, as if he had finally been hit in the nick of time.

The man smiled slightly. The most effective potion in the medical field today can only successfully extend the lifespan of hybrids by an additional 100 to 200 years. For Elder Alpha's lifespan of over 300 years, the effect of the potion has obviously diminished. Basically, they can only rely on special sleeping techniques to survive, and they may die at any time.

So the old guys in the Medical Association seem to be calm and bored, but who isn't counting the days that pass by and feeling anxious?

"But now we have a new plan that is quite feasible! This is all thanks to the inspiration from the 'Magic Circuit' system that has been popular recently!"

"That thing... I heard about it, it seems to have spread from Britain and the Vatican..." Alpha said with a hint of doubt.

"We don't have any ready-made detailed theoretical data on this new thing. We only have some superficial application performance and theoretical framework speculations. I heard that it requires the construction of a new alchemical matrix in the body..."

"Although this thing, which is different from the Word Spirit, is worth seeing in terms of its actual combat use, it does not seem to be able to free us from the shackles of life itself."

"Pfft!" McAllen laughed as if he had heard some funny joke. "No, could it be that your imagination is only limited to stealing the information of those systems and using it for yourself?"

"What did you say……"

"The essence of the so-called alchemy array is nothing more than a system for guiding and circulating elemental power! It's just that this thing was mostly used on external objects in the past, and few people used it to transform themselves!"

"The alchemy arrays on items can exert various effects comparable to those of spiritual power, and can also maintain operation for a long time... This operation time far exceeds the lifespan of humans. Among the alchemy tools excavated in modern times, many are still in good working order thousands of years ago!"

"Then why don't we work on life itself and allow living organisms to acquire such an energy circulation system? If this can really be achieved, we will be able to completely eliminate the fragile parts of the human body and achieve a leap forward in the essence of life with this new system!"

Elder Alpha on the other side of the microphone seemed to be breathing a little faster, but he calmed down and said, "What exactly do you mean by starting from life itself? You seem to be vague about it?"

"Hey! If we talk about the circulation of life itself, the location of this system can be more or less guessed - it is our blood circulation system! This happens to be our area of technical expertise. With blood as the medium, we can have the greatest chance of obtaining an advancement in the level of life! Ultimately, immortality!"

McCullen's tone was up and down. His oratory skills and insight into people's hearts were obviously much better than Herzog's. Not only the people on the other side of the receiver, but also Rigidrev and the other two heard every word:

"Of course, even the most perfect alchemy array will malfunction if it is not repaired in time. Even the most sophisticated circulatory system will gradually stop functioning if it is not replenished with nutrients and lost genes. Therefore, we not only need to develop this system, but also equip it with a self-repair mechanism... Since we have decided to use blood as a medium, we naturally need to replenish blood in a timely manner!"

"Bloodsucking..." Elder Alpha hesitated after hearing this, "This sounds like the characteristic of Deadpool..."

"Yes, it is Deadpool's instinct to crave the blood of living people. I remember that more than a hundred years ago, when the Secret Party had not yet entered the academy era, the elders among you still called Deadpool a vampire, an undead, or something like that..."

"But what we are pursuing is not a deadpool who has abandoned his reason, but an excellent and outstanding evolution of life! An existence that is completely different from those inferior undead apostles!"

"I see. If that's the case, there should be a different name for the new species in the future..."

Hearing the other party being so eager about his plan, Macallan couldn't help but make a joke, "Oh! Since you are so expecting and want to draw a clear line between you and Deadpool, how about just calling yourself 'Dead Apostle'?"

However, Alpha on the other side seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation. "...Then let's stop here. We are waiting for the good news you bring."

"Well, the annoying old man's nagging time is over, and there is no need for us to stay here any longer. Herzog's cellar wine tastes good, but unfortunately... it's time to go, girls!"

McCarron sorted out Herzog's data and looted all his remaining achievements. After finishing, he blew a whistle.

Loud horse neighing suddenly began to echo in the empty underground base. The eight-legged Pegasus Sleipnir, breathing thunder, stepped out directly from the surface of the incubation pool used by Herzog to cultivate clones, with a curved spear hanging on its back.

Crows began to crow noisily in the room, and flocks of them flew out to form a black vortex above their heads. Mr. McAllen jumped on his horse, holding the Spear of Destiny firmly, and transformed himself into the main god of Norse mythology - Odin!
A voice that was no longer frivolous but full of majesty came from under Odin's mask, "My Valkyrie, it's time for you to come out and chase the Holy Grail with me and fight side by side!"

(End of this chapter)