"Nington...Nington..." Durand murmured quietly, and the battle between himself and Nington's clone that night appeared in his mind.

Looking back now, Durand's heart is still waving and unable to control himself.

Unlike Snell, who was already eccentric and violent, Nington originally left a good impression on Durand. His solemn and meticulous military temperament made Durand admire him when he first met. But then, he was ruthlessly plotted against Nington and almost was subdued.

For Durand, that was a betrayal.

Many times, Durand even felt that his hatred for Nington was more than his hatred for the water god Selton!

"Hu——" Durand suddenly sighed and calmed down.

Snell's smile froze.

Durand's face was ferocious, his eyes were ruthless, and his body was trembling in a blink of an eye. He calmed down in a blink of an eye, which made Snell's heart feel terrified.

"Durand, you seemed to be a little too calm when you heard Nington coming." Snell said slowly, while paying attention to Durand's expression.

Durand smiled faintly: "You don't need to use Nington to stimulate me and try to disturb my mind. Just a god who is about to abdicate. Durand is not bored to get angry with a dying person."

After pausing, Durand continued to walk and said, "Senior Ferma originally wanted to pick up Nington, but why did Nington come to prepare for the college?"

Snell shrugged: "I don't know."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he screamed suddenly, staggered a few times, his skin trembled slightly, and he covered his heart as if he was suffering some severe pain.

Deep in his soul, the mark of judgment slowly recovered from silence, emitting a purple light of "bobo". The halo seemed to be composed of countless fine sword auras, wrapping Snell's soul, and it seemed like thousands of judgment sword auras. At the same time, cutting his soul!

Snell trembled in pain, gritted his teeth and stared at Durand: "You...you..."

Durand smiled slightly, put down the mark of judgment, and asked again: "Why did Nington come to the academy?"

Snell breathed heavily, sweating all over, suppressed humiliation and anger, stared at Durand and said, "Nington was injured in the battle with the black dwarf, and was no longer suitable for serving as a god. I guess there was not much left to live. So he took the initiative to hand over the fire-type divine fire, hoping that the last time of his life would be returned to the Preparatory Academy and be licensed. So Fermat would take Nington to the academy on Manus' order."

"…So that's it." Durand sighed.

Although I had guessed it a long time ago, I heard that Ning Durand's life was not long, and Durand's heart was still a little complicated and difficult to understand.

Neither of them knew that Nington had actually arrived. If they had left half a minute later, they would have been able to run into Nington who had just arrived in the God Preparation ring.

At this time, the two had already arrived in front of Snell's research tower.

Durand looked up and saw that the stone tower in front of him was not very eye-catching. It was hidden among the large woods and was located in a remote place in the first level of the preparatory area on the top of the mountain, so it was very quiet.

Durand looked for a while, then turned his head to Snell, who was flickering eyes and said, "You have said before that you have many mechanisms in the tower and are full of steps and are terrifying, right? I just don't know if your mechanism is fast, or my thoughts are fast?"

The implication is: If you dare to play something, I can activate the mark of judgment with just one thought.

Snell pressed down his anger with great willpower. He took a deep breath and made a gesture of invitation: "Please come in."

Durand still had a smile on his face, but he was already alert in his heart. He nodded and walked into the research tower with great strides.

The atmosphere between the two gradually became tense.

After entering the tower, Durand and Snell didn't speak. Snell took Durand upstairs without saying a word, while Durand followed closely without saying a word.

When he came to a huge laboratory on the eighth floor, Snell turned left and right. He came to a small room in the corner of the laboratory and closed the door. Then he said to Durand: "Although this tower is my research tower, it cannot be guaranteed that the water god Seldon did not have a micro array pattern here to monitor me. The room we are in is absolutely safe and belongs to my territory. We can speak with confidence here."

Durand smiled and said, "Your relationship with Selton is indeed not that simple."

Snell refused to respond and looked at Durand coldly and said, "There is no need to beat around the bush. Durand, how do you want to remove the mark in my soul?"

Even if Snell is planted, he will not be so passive.

Durand's soul mark is not particularly clever, but the problem is that Durand's soul mark is composed of the power of the rules of judgment! It is said that the person who knows a person's best is often the enemy of this person. As Durand's enemy, Snell has personally suffered the killing of the judgment sword, and he is very clear about the terrible power of judgment.

It would be too dangerous if Snell would not choose to clear the soul marks formed by the rules of judgment before he had no choice.

Durand looked around and saw the seven-colored light flashing in his pupils. After confirming that there were no strange devices, mechanisms or array patterns, he slowly said: "Don't talk about the imprints first. Let's talk about your research first. To be honest, I'm quite interested."

Snell's expression became colder: "Even if I say it, do you understand?"

"I'm not a researcher," Durand smiled strangely, "So please ask senior, please try to make advanced research easier to understand. If I don't understand it, then I might have to do something unkind again."

No matter how deep Snell's cunning was, he finally couldn't bear it. He said in a sequel: "Do you really think I'm afraid of your soul mark? Let me be honest, Celton once wanted to use the soul mark to control me, control my life and death, and control my will, but he failed. Will your soul mark be stronger than the God's mark?"

"Yes." Durand nodded calmly, "My mark is indeed stronger than God's destiny. You understand the truth very well, don't you? If you are so confident in yourself, then try to untie the mark I made. I'm waiting for you here."

Snell said quietly: "Durand, do you really want to stay with me?"

Durand whispered: "You started first."

Snell was slightly stunned and was silent for a long time before he gradually calmed down: "Yes, I started first, but I was restricted by Selton at that time. To be honest, the person who deals with you was Selton, not me. I am just someone who provides relevant technical support. There is no life-and-death hatred between you and me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he groaned again and covered his heart and glared at Durand.

Durand said: "Stop talking sweet words, tell me what research you are doing, and then talk about other things. Before that, you don't have the right to bargain with me!"

The words were dull, but Snell looked at Durand's eyes and felt a chill in his heart. He knew that if he didn't cooperate, Durand would kill him immediately.

That's what Durand's eyes said.

"... As you know, I am Sendlo's strongest blood expert." Snell was also a person who made great decisions and spoke slowly. "Although this generation of Feng Shen is as famous as me and has a deep attainment in bloodline research, she is far inferior to me when she says subversive and pioneering. Do you still remember the battle between you and me in the Zaguli Mountains?"

Durand nodded: "Of course I remember that you showed a variety of blood abilities that shouldn't have appeared on the same person at that time, and they were all legendary abilities. In the end, I killed them."

Snell said no, and continued, "You are right. Those blood abilities are the inheritance abilities of the major families of Sendlo, and can be said to be the symbol of bloodline. Only I can artificially adapt these blood abilities that have been passed down for tens of millions of years!"

"Deploy?" Durand remembered that Guoguo also said this word.

“Yes, provision.”

Snell said word by word, "I can analyze the composition of legendary blood abilities and imitate them, and then build the same abilities."

Although I have heard Guoguo say it before and have seen it with my own eyes, Durand couldn't help but be shocked after hearing the researcher's own confirmation.

"Can bloodline abilities be artificially adapted?" Durand lowered his eyelids and sighed with a heavy and complicated look, "Only this, you will offend all the big families of Sendlow to death."

Snell laughed: "You react quickly. If I don't say it, you will already understand the subversiveness of this technology. Yes, if this technology is promoted, the monopoly position of major families over powerful and stable blood abilities will no longer exist. Whether the blood is noble or not is no longer up to the ancestors, but my technology! Even a combat mage with no noble blood can have strong blood abilities!"

Durand listened carefully, putting aside the hatred between the two sides, Snell was indeed a talented figure who could be recorded in history.

"If your technology is promoted, family barriers will no longer exist, and Sendlow's situation will be overturned." Durand said slowly, with a serious tone. "At that time, it will be hard to say whether it will be an innovation or a turmoil."

Snell smiled and said, "Thank you, you didn't blame me for the technology right away. Instead, you can recognize that this technology may bring turmoil and innovation. Recognizing the two sides and possibilities of this technology is also considered a person with vision and insight."

Durand's heart moved, and there seemed to be a lot of resentment hidden in his words.
Chapter completed!