Blood of Mercury

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Chapter 45 The Last Keeper

Under the fire that swept the entire City of Wealth, no one, including Roland, noticed the inexplicable disappearance of a large number of walking corpses enough to destroy the city. ←,

Roland couldn't help frowning.

In previous episodes, the professor had no interest in these walking corpses.

What's so special about these walking corpses, for the professor to take on them?

Or, after the professor met Roland, these walking corpses became meaningful?

To say that they are special, there is only one thing - that is, the negative energy on these walking corpses is extremely rich, far exceeding their counterparts in the wild.

This is because they have been specially modulated by the undead of the Rib Street, allowing their bodies to store more negative energy. Even if the negative energy will also make the undead suffer and make their bodies rot, but the negative energy can also increase the fighting power of the undead.

A more important reason is that the ritual of undead transformation itself requires a very strong negative energy field. Although only the divine power of the long-sleeping mentor can control and extract negative energy, if a large number of these walking corpses are killed, the negative energy stored in them can still overflow, turning a certain area into a demonic realm.

Thinking of this, Roland suddenly recalled something.

When Suze waged war on Banza, they once dispatched a special army. They will recover quickly when they are injured, and have special vision to directly capture creatures, but their movements are extremely rigid, and if a certain medicine is not injected for a period of time, their bodies will quickly fester, as if they were killed by overloaded negative energy.

It is said that it is the work of a certain abandoned failure of the professor that was transformed by Su Ze's military department. Through this potion, they obtained an army of madmen who were not afraid of death and were difficult to kill. It was not until later that the people of Su Ze expressed dissatisfaction with this transformation. In addition, the cost performance of this medicine was not very high. The biggest purpose was to create powerful cannon fodder. In the end, the subject was stopped by Prince Suze.

At that time, someone was talking nonsense on the forum, saying what would happen if the professor's work was completed - but because this work was already a waste when it entered the public eye, no one knew what the professor wanted to do.

Roland has a hunch now, I am afraid that the purpose of the professor collecting those walking corpses is to complete his works.

"Oleta," Roland said after pondering for a long time, "What intelligence did the professor use when he traded with you? Can you tell me a little bit?"

"If this is..."

Hearing Roland's almost unreasonable request, Oletta scratched her head in distress.

"In principle, it must not be said, but if it is your request, Your Majesty..."

"There's no need to say the content of the intelligence," Roland added. "Just say the type of intelligence. For example, what age, what kind of person is enough."

"Well...that's nothing to say."

Oletta pondered for a while, and then started to list: "Victor is a fairly learned person. He gave me information from the Sun Empire in the Golden Age a thousand years ago, the Silver Queen during the War of the Gods, the southern part of Titan is What, as well as the plague beasts of Kalar and the ice dragons of the desert, etc. Although I can't tell you the specific content, I think the credibility of these information is very high, as if he had experienced it himself, and Write down all these things."

"Is it very detailed?" Roland asked in surprise.

"Very detailed."

Oletta nodded very simply: "So in order to ensure a fair transaction, in addition to the goblin's bodily fluids he requested, I also gave him some extra things...some things that should not be taken out in principle."

Hearing this, Roland's pupils instantly locked.

There are many things that Elcate should not take out, but there is only one that can be touched by Oletta and can be carried with him—

"...You gave him the transformation liquid of the undead?"

Roland's voice couldn't help being hoarse.

"Ah, that's right. The only thing I brought with me at that time was worth the value of his intelligence." Speaking of this, Oleta's tone couldn't help but hesitate, "but the transformation I gave him. Liquid is just a one-time thing. Even if he replicates the formula, he doesn't have the equipment to inject energy... After all, it is something that requires the divine power of the sleeping master to activate."

"You've been fooled, Oletta. It seems that the professor deliberately made a deal with you."

Roland just shook his head.

For an alchemist of this level, you give him the finished product, and within a few months, he can restore the formula.

If it is a professor, maybe he can easily improve some of the shortcomings of the original undead transformation liquid. Maybe he can also research the alternative method of the divine power of the long-sleeping mentor.

In addition to what is in the south of Titan... Roland finally knew what the professor wanted to do.

This **** alchemist, he wants to unleash the undead natural disaster!

As for the reason, Roland guessed that the professor wanted to turn the incompetent civilians into undead and powerful undead, and use the undead to fight the devil. In this case, it is true that Faens can beat them back with an almost lossless record when fighting against the aggression of demons.

After all, the undead are immortal. The pyroxene species said otherwise, at least the devil has no possibility of killing the undead.

"Stop joking... stop joking, bastard!"

Roland roared, his eyes full of anger: "It is impossible to save the world in this way! It will only completely destroy the entire world!"

Turn everyone into undead in order to survive? Don't be kidding, in that case, what if you live?

What if the dormant mentor authorized these undead? No more fresh blood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What if I survived the war against the devil?

Undead cannot have offspring. And Roland had never heard of any way to turn the undead back into human beings.

If the curse of immortality could be lifted at any time, it would not be called a curse, but a golden finger.

Even if the death crow can completely kill the undead, it is the same. Killing them is of no use to the world. Only by transforming them into real productive forces can they be said to have made due contributions to the world.

Roland was slightly startled.

Yes, he figured it out.

He still has the possibility of a comeback. He still has a chance to turn it all around.

"Oleta, Serena, please take me to see Grand Duke Bloodmaw."

Roland stood up and said solemnly, "I have something important to discuss with her."

Under the incredible gazes of the two, the silver-gray crown pattern on his forehead gradually emerged.

On the other side of the world, in the northernmost mountain range of Bansa, a pure white tower suspended in the air slowly descended, and it roared on the ground, shaking the earth.

An Ruosi, who was wearing a bright red bishop's robe, stood on the ground with a complicated expression, looked up at the tower that had just landed on the ground, and clenched the scepter in his right hand.

Over the past few months, his facial features have matured a lot, and it looks like several years have passed.

If you look up from the bottom, you can see the rune branded on his left forearm, which is covered by the bishop's robe. It was made up of mysterious runes, like an eye pattern.

"May Orm watch us."

He stretched out his left hand and said softly in a language that was difficult for mortals to understand.

The next moment, the rune on his left arm suddenly radiated light, and his figure instantly disappeared in place. (To be continued.)