I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Thinking of this, Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up: "The memories weren't passed down, but something this important should have been recorded within the faction!"

"Go ask Hill and Richard when you have time."

"If this step can really be successful, I can completely solve the weaknesses of the Witchers and greatly expand their potential!"

"Even if the final level is all Master, I can mass-produce them!"

At this moment, Ivan recalled his previous conversation with Armitage about the future development of the world.

"If a world war were to break out in the future, the order of the physical world would inevitably collapse."

“The relevant areas could very well become a scene of despair, similar to the trench crusade.”

"After all, none of the things in the Dream Realm are benevolent; they are not much different from the demons of the Warp."

"If only I could pull out an Astartes Witcher right now!"

"Then it will surely be able to gather more desires and subconscious thoughts in this chaotic world."

"Perhaps, this could make witchers a mainstream profession!"

Thinking of this, Ivan smirked smugly: "Witcher + Space Marine..."

"You're going to mass-produce Grey Knights right away, huh!? Haha!"

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Chapter 212: Factional Conflict, the Plan for the Descent of the Holy Son (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Thinking about this, Ivan felt somewhat invigorated.

"I already have the relevant knowledge in my mind; what I need next is materials and experiments."

"I've been dealing with people a lot lately. After this incident is over, I should deal with monsters more often and then further explore the old hunter's memories."

"I don't even know the function of the organs in the bodies of various monsters, so what's the point of fusing them!"

"Finally, I can't give up my work at the medical school either."

"Gaining relevant surgical experience over there will be crucial for future body modification."

After processing the relevant memories, Evan opened his eyes.

By this time, Golden had finished eating Ivan's secret-recipe cat food and was curled up on his lap like a cat pancake, emitting a low purring.

Ivan got up, took a shower, and then snuggled into bed with the gold in his arms.

"You chicken~!"

As the familiar groan of the trampoline echoed, Evan stared at the old ceiling plastered with newspapers.

"The collaboration between the Institute of Excellence and Byron appears to be quite deep."

"So, Byron's purpose in inviting me wasn't simply to give me medicine, but to use me as a key or sacrifice to open some kind of ruin?"

"There shouldn't be such a place in the real-world Bolton City. I'm afraid we'll go directly to the Dreamland."

"The ruins related to the Black Sun... hold the secrets of the sun and the moon..."

"It seems this situation is quite complex. If we agree, we'll need to be very careful..."

Lost in thought, Evan soon fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to him, Evan opened his eyes and found that the golden thing in his arms was still asleep.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the old curtains, reflecting the dust in the air.

He then suddenly stood up and stretched comfortably.

"Hmm!? Something's not right!" Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

The familiar scream from the trampoline did not ring out.

Just then, the golden creature on the bed seemed to wake up. It lazily stretched its body, then suddenly leaped onto Evan's shoulder.

"A dream!?"

A cold glint flashed in Evan's eyes.

The moment the cat approached his head, it revealed its claws with incredible speed and stealth, aiming directly for Evan's throat.

Ivan was prepared and reacted very quickly. The moment his body turned to bronze, he punched the fake gold body.

boom!

This punch didn't feel like it hit a normal cat; it felt like it hit a hard rock.

Then Ivan saw the cat fly out, its body rapidly twisting and expanding.

Soon, it transformed into a ferocious figure covered in grayish-white rocky skin and possessing a pair of wings.

Gargoyle! !

"Oh? Quite a vigilant awareness!"

"I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, capable of harming such an important familiar of yours."

At this moment, the gargoyle stood about two meters away, its voice carrying a sense of composure and smugness.

Just as the gargoyle was speaking, Ivan saw the surrounding scenery gradually become blurry.

In a daze, the apartment disappeared, and the two stood amidst a pile of bones.

Out of the corner of his eye, Evan looked ahead along the skeleton and was shocked to find that the entire city of Bolton had vanished.

Everywhere you look, there are twisted skeletons and a large amount of dark, supernatural energy.

At the heart of all this, a colossal tower, hundreds of meters high, stands quietly.

At the top of this tower, a large mass of pale white ribs is constantly emitting a breathtaking heartbeat.

Ivan's gaze swept quickly around and landed on the grayish-white gargoyle.

"How dare you impersonate my cat! Take this punch!"

Then Evan let out a strange cry and his body slammed into the gargoyle at an extremely fast speed.

But the gargoyle was also incredibly fast. As soon as Ivan made his move, the gargoyle flapped its wings and glided backward more than ten meters with an incredibly slippery motion.

Then another fan flew into the air.

A smile appeared on his face, which was covered in rock textures and had a ferocious appearance: "Just like the legend says, he's a brute!"

"But I must say, you have a really sharp mind!"

"So reckless, yet he was able to instantly predict that he was in a dream."

Seeing the other person's posture, Ivan raised an eyebrow: "What do you want?"

From the other party's attitude and tone of voice, Evan did not sense any hostility from them.

The gargoyle here slightly turned its head to look at the tower amidst the countless corpses.

"Klaus and the others are not on the same side as me."

"To help you, a brute, understand more quickly, let me put it this way: Wright is like my son."

Upon hearing this, Evan immediately recalled that when he spoke with Gust, Gust had mentioned that there were many factions within the ghouls.

Among them, the Skeleton Restorationists are the most radical.

Thinking of this, Ivan relaxed his guard slightly: "How did you find me?"

The gargoyle, in a rather human-like manner, rubbed its forehead: "That ghoul amulet you took from Morales, hasn't it been sitting at home all this time?"

"You didn't authenticate this amulet, did you?"

It was only then that Evan remembered he had such a thing in his hand, something that would attract ghouls.

So he raised his hand, cleared his throat, and began to make things up: "You don't need to remind me of that."

"I'm just setting a trap for you to figure out where you came from."

"Since you mentioned Morales and the amulet in my possession, it means that you were the one who gave this amulet to Morales back then, right?"

The gargoyle landed back on the ground, its blood-red eyes scanning Ivan up and down with a look of confusion on its face.

"I don't quite understand whether you're genuinely stupid or just pretending. Your reasoning skills are truly remarkable."

Then, without giving Ivan a chance to speak, it looked at the distant tower and said...

“Morales and this amulet are one aspect, but on the other hand, I can feel the blessings from the great true God upon you.”

“I come from the Holy Son Salvation Sect. You can call me Moro.”

"According to our doctrine, the Son of God should not have descended into the world in such a blasphemous and wretched manner!"

"The moment the Holy Son descends will also signify the salvation of the world!"

"The entire ghoul race will be redeemed in the apocalypse!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan instantly understood: "So this means you don't want this holy son to be born?"

Moro nodded: "In the last decade, Klaus's appearance has brought many human ideas to the entire Skeleton Restoration faction."

"This is completely contrary to the teachings of our original version of the Ghoul Tantric sect."

As it spoke, a hint of reverence appeared on its face: "The great, sinister god of bones is a gentle and benevolent deity."

"It has no hostility toward humans and is willing to provide them with sufficient assistance."

"The current practice of the Bone Revivalists, which uses human sacrifice to bring forth the true divine child, is a desecration of the sinister Bone God."

Moro clenched his claws, which were covering the rock: "We must stop this blasphemous ritual from succeeding."

Judging from Moro's posture, Evan roughly understood the guy's purpose and motives, and pondered it to himself.

"That's normal, after all, the internal struggles of faith among these fanatics are often more direct and intense than many blood feuds."

Then Ivan looked up and asked, "So how do you plan to cooperate?"

Moro calmed his angry tone and said, "I can roughly guess some of their plans."

“But you humans are not united. Through some channels, I have discovered that you have a close relationship with Dr. Armitage of the Realm of Truth.”

"Since you have gained Dr. Armitage's approval, it means that you are trustworthy in terms of your ability to protect civilians."