"Like I said at the beginning... Since we don't have enough time, let's take a step back. Instead of making a perfect Wall of Gaia, we should first merge the outer space and seal all the gaps in the entire Farnes.
"
The professor was silent for a while and then spoke quietly.
"But even if I take a step back, with my own ability, this is almost impossible to accomplish."
He looked at his mentor and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "...After all, my lifespan is coming soon."
The instructor nodded silently.
"Even for half-elves, even for the highest spire, the lifespan of a thousand years is already the limit. I have used various life-extending secret methods, but in the end it only extended the lifespan to the theoretical value."
The professor discussed his lifespan as calmly as if he were discussing the weather: "To be honest, I have long been tired of living. If Master Akasha hadn't completed the task assigned to me, I would have died about five hundred years ago.
Alright."
"So you want to use Elkart's secret technique to create an army of undead to resist the dusk, and then use their brains to assist in calculations?" The mentor shook his head: "There are too many questions."
"Yes, there are too many problems."
The professor nodded cheerfully: "For example, what to do about the strength difference between the equally undead Legion of the Undead and the Twilight Legion, for example, how to solve the absolute disadvantage in numbers... However, I have put forward some ideas. That's me
Things to do now.”
Finally, the light beam in front of him had expanded to about half a meter in thickness and turned into a huge totem about three meters high. Scarlet scars like blood stains quickly crawled on the surface of the totem, staining it completely.
That is the unique power of followers of hindsight, the ability to reproduce a certain power that existed in the past, or to build the prototype of a certain creation in the future.
Ignoring the shape, this is exactly the ceremonial statue used by the Silver Queen thousands of years ago. Although the Silver Queen is not carved, it can also complete the charging of the magic of undead transformation. And the scarlet notch is undoubtedly also
Related to the bloodstain syndrome made by Roland.
As long as this pillar stands here, anyone who comes close will become undead. Even if the three thousand people in front are defeated, as long as someone tries to take back the holy land and comes near this totem, they will be transformed by the spores in the air.
Become a new undead.
"Bloodstain Syndrome is a good thing... I admit that Falina is a genius, unlike Roland. It can actually infect elemental creatures, which gave me inspiration... Can I use it to infect disaster beasts and ice dragons?
Those two ferocious beasts that even the chosen ones of the saints cannot defeat, and even the saints cannot completely tame, the so-called strongest golden species on earth?"
"So I started researching immediately... After three months, I got a satisfactory answer."
The professor touched the huge totem that he had created out of thin air, and said softly: "That is, it can."
"Think about it, Lord Narola. If the disaster beast and ice dragon are transformed into undead, how powerful can they be? If the ice dragon's ability to adjust the flow of time of others at will is combined with the disaster beast's ability to burn others.
How much possibility can the ability of rationality exchange for potential be used on the immortal, cold and ruthless army of the undead? Isn’t Roland the Roland who claims to be a miracle? Doesn’t he claim to be the one who brings miracles? Then I will let
Let him see how many great miracles a mortal can cause——"
"Victor, are you going to fight the mental pollution of the disaster beast with your own strength?"
The instructor shook his head in disappointment: "You have to know that the disaster beast Del Ramos is itself a sealed species of dusk. There is no way you can compete with it."
"Of course I know. But if Roland can do it, I can definitely do it."
The professor smiled slightly: "Only dusk can touch dusk, and only dusk can fight against dusk. I have enough confidence."
"You are not confident, you are arrogant! Do you know, if you fail, you will become a dusk even more terrifying than Del Ramos after being polluted thousands of times by Del Ramos."
"I will commit suicide before then," the professor replied without hesitation. "At that time, I ask you to hand over the ownership of the undead army to Esther or Merlin."
Hearing this, the instructor frowned.
"I found out... you have been targeting Roland, why?"
She questioned: "There is no point in attacking Roland's power. You also know that he is also the main force against Dusk..."
"Main force?"
The professor was extremely angry and laughed: "You call the mortal sent up by the gifts of the three of you and the legacy of the Silver Queen the main force in the fight against the dusk? Stop joking!"
For the first time, the professor's pale silver eyes burned with rage: "Do you know how much time I have spent in the past thousand years? I replaced my blood with the winter elf, implanted machinery in my body, and replaced my brain with
Take out the body and cultivate it, and freeze your feelings... for a thousand years!"
"And Roland, what did he pay? He paid nothing! He is just a mortal! He has never had any special talents! I can guarantee that if the gifts of the three saints and Lord Akasha's prophecy are handed over casually,
Given a person, he can probably make achievements commensurate with Roland——"
The eyes of the roaring professor were filled with rage that the value of his life had been devalued.
Without anyone's support, he spent a full thousand years and a lifetime to come up with the final plan... Although due to lack of time, it was destined to be a failed plan.
Roland was the opposite. From the beginning, he was loved by the three saints and attracted the attention of the world. It took him three months to complete the professor's thousand-year work - and what the professor could not forgive the most was
Almost all of these tasks are assisted by saints.
How can it be forgiven? How can it be tolerated?
To acknowledge Roland's achievements would be to admit that what he has done in the past thousand years is useless. It would be to deny the significance of his efforts for a thousand years and the entire meaning of this life.
"Are you so inferior to yourself?"
At this time, Mentor Changmian's faint words made the professor stay where he was.
"...Why should I feel inferior?" He pointed at himself almost in disbelief.
"Didn't you realize that Roland is very similar to you?"
Tutor Changmian sighed and looked at the professor with pity: "Although it seems that you are using any means, in fact, what you have done after talking about it is to sacrifice the few to save the many; you are almost obsessed with only believing in yourself. Obviously you have many opportunities to get rid of Roman
There were opportunities to contact me, but you deliberately ignored them..."
"You are almost exactly the same as Roland who just came to this world. The only difference is that your talent is much better than his, and you are not on the same level at all."
The instructor's words made the professor speechless.
"But now, you haven't changed, but Roland has changed. He has changed from a life merchant similar to you to a real saint, but you are still calculating how many people have to be sacrificed to slow down the dusk invasion for how many years... You
After all, if you don’t really see the future, your vision will inevitably be limited.”
"The reason why you hate Roland is because he is too similar to you."
Instructor Changmian asserted——
"Victor, you are the previous Roland, the Roland who went astray in a crucial choice... But Roland cannot become the next you anyway. Because you have not noticed Roland's true talent at all.
.”
"That is the savior we are looking for - the talent that is enough to find the only glimmer of light in countless desperate futures. The ability to make the most correct choice no matter how desperate the situation is."
"If it is Roland, he will never be defeated," the instructor said softly, "We believe so."