The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

If Typhon's power were to erupt in this world, he felt that this world might truly become a den of demons.

The power of these two great beings is beyond the control of this human empire.

Thus, next to the sealed cross of Zeus, another sealed Typhon appeared.

……

Soon, Lana and the two female heroic spirits returned. Without asking them what had happened, she could tell their choice from the smell of blood.

"Everyone, go and rest. We're setting off for the Land of Judgment tomorrow," Xue Dinglu said.

Suddenly he felt like he had forgotten someone. That's right, the mystic, the last of their six master-servant teams, the one who claimed to be the original mystic of the empire.

He didn't show up at all during tonight's riots, and nobody even knew what he was doing.

However, if he could control his host through special means, that would be good too.

However, at this moment, in the laboratory of this mystic.

He stared fervently at the summoning circle of heroes, with his host standing beside him.

However, his original host, an ordinary boy from a commoner family, is now firmly restrained, his legs twisted, and blood from his lower body staining his crotch.

"Waaaaah, waaaah!" The commoner boy looked at the mystic in terror.

"Heh, the contract of the Heroic Spirit is corrupted, and you actually have desire for me?" The mystic stared at his host with a fanatical grin, a vial of blood beside him.

Its name is "direct male blood of the royal family," and that is the material he wanted.

When the prince saw the material today, he thought it was Xue's request, so after some consideration, he allowed it to appear.

"Indeed, my thinking was correct. This ritual for summoning heroic spirits is merely a toy of 'god,' and I have only become a pawn in fooling the god." The mystic stared madly at the center of the heroic spirit summoning ritual, at his host.

This commoner boy probably knew his fate. Even though all three of his legs were broken, he still writhed in terror, trying to escape the magic circle.

"Summon Heroic Spirits!" The mystic decisively began the spell.

In an instant, terrifying magical energy surged violently from his host, and a distorted figure instantly shattered the commoner boy's original soul, completely taking over his body.

As the light faded, the mystic's lips twisted in a grimace, for he had succeeded. A century into the future, he had finally fulfilled his life's prediction.

"What a pity, kid. If you hadn't ordered me to satisfy your lustful desires, I might have spared your life, or even made you bear the Emperor's contract." The mystic chuckled, licking his lips.

The figure within the spell stood up. He wore armor that radiated golden light, and his face was filled with vicissitudes and helplessness. Looking at the person in front of him, he said, "I have come in response to the summons. I am the Golden Emperor."

The mystic smiled, he had finally succeeded, it was in the bag! In an instant, he released a snake, which he controlled the moment it left the jar, thus establishing a contract with the Heroic Spirit, the Golden Emperor.

This action caused even the Golden Emperor to frown deeply.

Because he also discovered that the man in front of him was not human, but also a Heroic Spirit, but the true host of both of them was this inconspicuous little snake!

He somehow managed to exploit a loophole and successfully summon himself, and even managed to get a snake to contract with both of them at the same time!

The mystic smiled, bowed respectfully to the Golden Emperor, and said, "Great Emperor, I am the 22nd direct descendant of your second sister's branch. You may call me... Viscount Madman, Lumia!"

The mystic, speaking to the Golden Emperor, added, "However, in front of outsiders, please just call me the mystic, or you can call me... the scientist!"

"I seem to prefer biology to the occult, but unfortunately I am no longer able to research more rituals that combine biology and the occult."

……

The following morning, the prince, who hadn't slept all night, received a message from the intelligence agency below that no one had successfully summoned a Heroic Spirit that night.

He could only rub his temples, his head aching. This year had been unlucky, with casualties occurring even before the Great Expedition. But the good news was that the Mad Viscount was much stronger than the legends suggested, able to easily cut the Blood Duke in half. This power was beyond his imagination, comparable to the Golden Emperor recorded in history.

Legend has it that the emperor could kill demon spirits with stones, and no one could stop him.

I only hope that Lord Madman will be victorious at that time.

Today is the day we head to the Judgment Land, and tonight at midnight, the battle royale will begin there.

But looking at the four remaining heroic spirits—Xue Lude, the female pirate, the archer, and the mystic who always wore a smile—the prince still sighed.

Four against seven, the advantage is not ours...

But since things had come to this point, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and even have to trust "The Mad Viscount".

He coughed, and then the court mystics began to set up the ritual to reach the Land of Judgment. At this moment, the prince said, "Thank you for the assistance of our ancestors. I hope that you will stop fighting among yourselves and unite to complete this great expedition."

Although it had the feel of a makeshift operation, and the mystic hadn't even brought his host, the prince could only pray silently.

He even suspected that the mystic had secretly killed his host by taking advantage of some loophole. He had seen the behavior of the other four hosts: arrogance, swagger, and unparalleled sexual repression. He even thought that what he was seeing was not a host who could summon heroic spirits, but a succubus from mythology.

Of all the hosts, only Lana seemed normal, but now, as they were about to depart, the mystic still hadn't brought his host, so it seemed that the child was probably dead as well.

As for the cause of death, he estimated it was similar to that of the others from yesterday, likely affected by unknown contamination.

The prince also urged everyone to expedite research in this area: why were most of the current hosts contaminated, and how can this situation be avoided in the next generation?

"Therefore, for the future of mankind!" The prince concluded with a noble salute.

The group then entered the portal.

The next second, Xue Dinglu saw a distorted battlefield.

There was no vegetation or life here. The entire battlefield was like hell, filled with foul smells and what seemed to be poisonous gases.

Xue immediately set up a filtering barrier for Lana, the only person he needed to worry about, while also taking a look at the towering light screen in the distance.

Although he couldn't see the entire Judgment Land, through the light curtain that seemed like an air wall, Xue Lude felt that this island should be composed of two connected islands, and the whole thing looked like an hourglass shape.

Or perhaps, it resembles an "∞" symbol.

As the war progresses into its second half, the light screen gradually shrinks, compressing the participants' space and forcing both sides into an encounter battle.

Therefore, Xue's Law has always said that this war is like a "battle royale", and all the rules are artificially set by the game.

Just like the Olympian gods of ancient Greece, they grew tired of the unchanging world in their long lives. Some of them became complete wastes who only knew how to derive pleasure from reproduction, while others began to enjoy constantly stirring up wars among the nations of mankind to find amusement.

This grand expedition, which takes place once every hundred years, is like a game set up by the gods of this world.

However, after Xue arrived, he saw the mystic in the group, with whom he had little contact, begin to set up a teleportation ritual.

Xue Lu frowned, but the next moment, a weathered middle-aged man walked out of the portal. At this moment, both the female pirate and the archer stared at this weathered man in shock.

They all sensed that this was not human, but a heroic spirit!

This mysterious scholar, whom they didn't know, silently summoned another heroic spirit!

"I'm sorry everyone, I won't be traveling with you. I have my own goals. Farewell!" He and the weathered man left directly, and Xue Dinglu didn't stop them.

Sure enough, there are other brilliant people in this world. Xue Dinglu discovered that this mystic did not have a host, but he also had a heroic spirit contract and successfully avoided that mysterious pollution.

Now, without hosts to burden them, these two heroic spirits have nothing to worry about except being besieged by the demons.

"What should we do?" Lana asked Xue Dinglu.

Despite having read many records about the war before the Great Expedition, she still felt lost and disoriented upon arriving at this land of judgment, turning her gaze entirely to Xue Luding.

“Miss Pirate, please protect Lana for the rest of the time. Miss Archer and I will handle the rest,” Xue Dinglu said.

“No problem.” The female pirate didn’t mind the group assignment at all.

Xue's separation was not for the sake of the war, but because he wanted to investigate the island more thoroughly.

He felt that this island, where countless battles between heroic spirits had taken place, was the place where he could at least investigate some information about the Ninth Apostle and the mastermind behind this war.

He even wondered if the underground of this small island might be the location of the Divine Tree, and that the death of either the heroic spirit or the host would become nourishment for the Divine Tree.

He did not want to work with the archer, but planned to investigate alone before the war began, and even after the war started in the early morning, he planned to resolve the Great Expedition and control the demons overnight.

He was confident that his own strength was still quite good in this world. If he really encountered a troublesome opponent, Xue Dinglu could only say sorry and he was prepared to close the door and release Zeus or Typhon.

As for the consequences of releasing Zeus and Typhon, Xue's Law can only apologize and say that he will try his best to prepare lubricant for these two great gods so that it will not cause them too much harm.

His goal was not to win the war, but to investigate the Ninth Apostle's retinue and end the current state of the world being manipulated.

“Miss Archer, I will be acting alone in this war. Please serve as a long-range scout and monitor for Lana and the others. If they encounter an enemy attack, appear to help them, or hold off the enemy and call for reinforcements. I will come to their aid as quickly as possible,” Xue Dinglu said to the archer who had been following him.

"No, how can you act alone? What if you get surrounded by demons?"

"I command you by contract to remain where you are and become a scout." Xue Dinglu calmly issued his first order, which made the archer's expression stiffen.

After that, Xue's Law, like that mystic, left the place alone.

After he left, he used a small tree root to burrow into the island, which was filled with sulfur and poisonous gas, to examine its underground.

“Are these two active volcanoes? No wonder there’s sulfur and poisonous gas.” Xue Dinglu said, while the roots of the divine tree continued to explore in all directions. He wanted to know if there was any information left by other heroic spirits, and even to find out if the entire island was related to the Ninth Apostle’s retinue.

Unfortunately, the roots that were probed out failed to transmit any useful information.

Xue's law had no choice but to continue expanding the roots as much as possible, and then he discovered a cave, and inside that cave, there were several skeletons.

Chapter 332 One Night to Conquer the Great Expedition

"Why are we acting alone and concealing our identities?" The Golden Emperor silently looked at his summoner, who was said to be the Mad Viscount from over a thousand years in the future.

He wasn't actually as outrageous as the rumors suggested. He was just lucky enough to become a member of the Great Expedition when he was young, and then successfully defeated the demons, who seemed to be fighting amongst themselves, through some clever schemes.

His living conditions were too harsh when he was young. He still remembers that his tribe had only 81 people at the time, and all of them lived off a kind of fungus. He never expected that he would become a member of the Great Expedition.

As for why his group was able to win, he thought about it and realized that the demons back then seemed to have internal strife, almost to the point of tearing each other apart. He won in a rather muddled way.

Even the simplest counter-espionage schemes, stemming from internal strife, can have unimaginable effects.

With the help of his own heroic spirits, he successfully unified the "Demon Realm" after the victory and became the current human emperor.

This is the story of the founding emperor of this 1300-year-old empire. It wasn't particularly dramatic. He remembered that when he first unified the country, the entire vast continent of the Demon Realm had only tens of thousands of people.

Now, on the same continent, there are over a billion people.

He only unified the country; the real power lay with his second son and subsequent generations of descendants who worked hard to build the empire.

When he died, the entire empire was still in a state of semi-death.

After being summoned to this world as a Heroic Spirit, the Emperor inexplicably received countless memories, including various anecdotes such as crops not growing on the ground, which grew after the Emperor walked around, and the enemy's Heroic Spirit including a terrifying Demon Emperor, which he was able to kill with a stone.

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense...

In short, after all sorts of outrageous rumors were attached to this man, he inexplicably became the strongest Heroic Spirit in history.

He always felt that he lacked talent, which is why he worked so hard to cultivate his offspring. Just like now, he couldn't even understand the mad viscount's plans.

"Your Majesty, I have a question for you." This mystic, the true mad viscount, looked at the emperor seriously and asked, "During that great expedition you participated in, did the enemy exhibit any unusual behavior?"

"How did you know?" the Golden Emperor immediately replied.

“Sure enough, there is a second problem. I seem to have discovered that there is a problem with the empire’s fertility. I would like to ask if the demons you faced encountered the same problem?” said the Mad Viscount.

This question stumped the middle-aged man. He didn't answer, but after thinking for a while, he said, "I don't know. What do you mean by 'there's a problem with the breeding situation'?"

"The empire lost its ability to reproduce long ago, from some generation onwards," the Mad Viscount stated directly, revealing his intelligence.

“How could that be? No, you are from a hundred years ago. If the empire lost its ability to reproduce, why is it still thriving and full of vitality?” the weathered middle-aged man immediately retorted.

"This is the question I've been searching for. As I told you, besides being a mystic, I've always been a biologist. I discovered this problem when I was researching genetic tracing in preparation for summoning you." The mad viscount smiled, then stated a statistic.

"The cells of your descendants, spanning more than 20 generations, are over 99.999% similar to those of their ancestors," the Mad Viscount stated, citing a statistic.

"Huh?" The emperor was stunned; he couldn't understand.

The Mad Viscount didn't explain, but continued, "At the time, I thought the samples were mixed up, or that the genetic similarity between these two royals was almost identical by coincidence, so I went on to kidnap another descendant of the royal family..."

"Guess what? The genes are almost identical!" the Mad Viscount said.

Although it was all a string of words that the emperor couldn't understand, he at least understood one thing: "In other words, my descendants actually have almost identical genes to me?"

"Yes, after dozens of generations, the royal family has undergone major changes and a complete overhaul, and has intermarried with countless nobles whose ancestors were unrelated to you, but miraculously, their genes have not changed at all. At the time, I thought the royal family was an exception, and I even went so far as to kidnap the young master of the main family of the duke's family and descendants from branch families who were separated by countless generations..."

“The genes are exactly the same! Isn’t that amazing?” the Mad Viscount continued.

“I even tried to get the man and woman to get together, but there was no conception. Instead, a complete embryo inexplicably appeared in the woman’s body.”

"Can you imagine the impact on my research at the time? I didn't conceive, but an extra embryo appeared!"

At this point, the Emperor realized that there seemed to be a real problem, but he didn't know why. He only heard that the Mad Viscount had not only kidnapped many members of the royal family, but also the children of the Duke's family, and was even conducting such experiments...

No wonder he was exposed and killed before his death; what you did is enough to get you hanged a thousand times over.

The Mad Viscount seemed completely oblivious to the Emperor's hesitant expression, and said, "This strange phenomenon baffled me at the time. Unfortunately, before I could formally begin my research, I was captured, and in my hasty escape, I committed suicide out of guilt."

"But this time, after I was summoned, I continued my research in secret and discovered that even after another hundred years, the royal family's genes are still basically the same, like clones. Isn't that amazing?"

"What's even more amazing is that my host also has an abnormal pollution, and that soul pollution distorts my host, causing his genes to become exactly the same as those of royalty after a period of time!"

"His genes from the first day are completely different from those from the second day. Isn't that amazing?" the Mad Viscount continued.