A middle-aged man with ordinary hair was sitting in the empty Pope's Hall, with his hands folded in front of his chin. The two clusters of silver-white candles slowly burning on his left and right sides made his face look particularly grim.
pale.
His hair is a slightly yellowish silvery white, and his facial features are neither refined nor exaggerated. It seems that his appearance, voice, and age are just about the average level of human beings.
However, his eyes were extremely abnormal, completely different from the ordinary appearance that he always emphasized.
His half-open and half-closed silver-white pupils were always shining with a metallic luster, looking particularly ruthless against the backdrop of the silver-white candlelight.
That kind of ruthlessness is not an indifference of feelings, nor is it a cold personality. It is just the ruthlessness of living for so long that everything has lost its meaning of existence.
He silently stretched out his hand and straightened the ferocious-looking head in front of him.
"First meeting, people of Cang Yin."
He said softly: "If there is anything rude, please forgive me."
"Forgiveness? Ha, that's a good word! So sarcastic! Let me ask you, have you prayed for your sins?"
The head raised the corner of its mouth without warning, and asked in a cold arc.
He stared closely at the professor, the cruel executioner who desecrated the temple and massacred the town, trying to find the cowardice and madness that could not be hidden on his face.
But Duoduo was disappointed.
The professor's face was dull, as if it was natural for him to turn the people of a town into such inferior undead, and he did not need to bear any responsibility.
"I don't need to pray because I have no sin."
But the professor just shook his head and replied very plainly: "Sooner or later, you will be grateful to me."
"...No need to pray? Not guilty?"
Duoduo was immediately completely angered by this arrogant answer, and his bright red eyes flashed, as if he was about to shed two lines of blood and tears at any time.
The ferocious fury in his eyes suddenly rose up and burned blazingly——
But before he could speak, the professor suddenly stretched out his hand and gently placed his fingers on the forehead of the head.
With a slight and dull sound, Duoduo's skull was crushed from the front. Invisible force penetrated and completely shattered his brain. Duoduo's roar was choked in his throat before he could even leave his mouth and stopped.
Of course the professor knows that an attack of this level cannot completely kill an undead. His soul will inevitably be reborn in armor or clay, but it is enough to achieve this level.
After all, what the professor wanted to do was just to make him withdraw temporarily.
"That's enough."
The professor slowly closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said softly: "There are no outsiders now, you can come out."
"Correction. That's not an outsider."
A dark silhouette slowly emerged behind the professor as he called, and a lazy and indifferent voice sounded directly from the bottom of the professor's heart: "He is my dependent, my priest, and little Roland's loyal follower."
The professor just shook his head.
"But facing the Twilight Species, he is just a mortal."
He questioned: "What can this kind of weak loyalty bring?"
"It has nothing to do with that. All you need to know is that he is a disciple of the Savior—"
The instructor's voice rose slightly and became stern. Just hearing that rebuke was enough to freeze a mortal's soul and cause him to die suddenly.
After hearing the instructor's words, the professor's pupils shrank slightly: "You said... the savior? The second savior?"
"That's right."
The mentor sighed deeply and said: "It is the plan proposed by Akasha, the saint you serve and the late knower. That plan is still being implemented."
"I think you still remember the iron law of hindsight - no one, including saints, can know the history and future that includes themselves. Otherwise, the information pushed from the infinite future will directly penetrate the time wall.
, all the way to the past, making the current time extremely chaotic. In this way, only the saint who does not exist in anyone's memory can see the future. This is also the meaning of the existence of hindsight."
"At that time, Akasha told me that he saw a terrible future."
Mentor Changmian sighed and continued: "That is the end of the world. But because that future includes everyone in Farnes, this future cannot be told to anyone. So it is necessary to summon a rescuer from several nearby worlds.
Lord, let him save the world with what he knows about the future of Farns."
"At that time, Akasha made hundreds of copies of the future of Farnes in his eyes, and sent a copy to every world marked by Father God Orm. The best scenario we expected at that time was naturally a certain
A large civilization that has established a base for the Dusk has come to this world to save the Fauns, but even if only a civilization with a similar level of civilization to the Fauns takes over the future, it doesn't matter. We will directly send the established 'savior'
The soul was directly summoned. In order to avoid being captured by the Twilight Species, this period of history is set to be obtained only by races with language and dreams, and appears in dreams in the form of inspiration."
"Then, it's history as you know it - the story of Roman, the Silver Queen, saving the world."
"But, she failed. After that, the future changed again, but at this time Akasha was dying. The last thing he could do before his death was to send the changed future to Roman again.
In that world.”
"We were prepared to fail. But unexpectedly, history was successfully sent again."
"Fortunately, this time history was turned into a game. Suddenly, in a way that was completely beyond our expectations, this piece of history in Farnes spread to the entire world."
"After there were so many unexpected candidates, Raom and I hesitated a little. In view of Roman's lessons, we finally decided to conduct some selections... Among them, we selected people who were ruthless enough but not eccentric, and had enough intelligence and reflexes.
, and there were no people in the original world to commemorate.”
"So, the final choice is Roland?"
The professor raised his eyebrows.
"It can only be Roland." The mentor corrected, "Because Roland is Roman, his soul and Roman's are of the same origin, and he can completely merge with Roman. At that time, it can be said that the only choice was Roland...
Unfortunately, he rejected my proposal."
"……I see."
The professor couldn't help but sigh: "If you had told me these things a few years ago, I might not be here today."
"It's okay, Victor."
The instructor's lazy and plain voice sounded: "You are also the chosen one of the Saint. Your authority is the same as Claudia's. When the Pope is away, you are the biggest here."
"...So, I still hate your old-fashioned way of thinking. If you are furious now, maybe I will feel better now."
"Victor, I am not human."
"So, you don't understand humans."
"What on earth do you want to do, Victor?"
Instructor Changmian finally couldn't help but ask.
Victor paused, raised his head and replied quietly: "Originally, my plan was to use Roland's general trend to unify the world in another way, and to merge the outer space with the help of the laws of Orm's Wall.
Seal all the cracks in the entire Farnes."
"In that case, sooner or later the energy in the world of Farns will be exhausted."
"It's better than being invaded by dusk."
Victor interrupted the instructor unceremoniously.
Instructor Changmian just shook his head indifferently and asked: "So, what now? What are you going to do?"
"Now..."
The professor murmured, raised his head, and turned his gaze to the east, his eyes so deep that he could not see clearly.
