Chapter 442: Forget about recording phishing and anti-phishing and who is the fish
After leaving Mikael's office, Marisbili couldn't help but rub the pain between his brows and sighed softly, feeling very conflicted.
The Animusfia family has always believed that there is a god in the starry sky who is beyond the laws of this world. Over the long years, all the people have been working hard to prove this, until Marisbili
In this generation, their faith was echoed, and the divine witch was summoned in an experiment.
In that god, Marisbili saw the possibility of using his own means to reach the source, and he felt that he should take advantage of this miracle.
However, based on his understanding of the teacher, he would not allow himself to do this. "People cannot do things beyond their own abilities" is a mantra that he always talks about to educate himself. If he mentions it rashly
If you want to take advantage of the alien god, you will only be ruthlessly rejected.
But the Animusfiya family's long-cherished wish for thousands of years finally has hope of coming true. Do we have to watch this only hope slip away in front of our eyes?
Thinking of this, Marisbili sighed quietly again. As the Lord of the Clock Tower, he knows many secrets of the magic world, and he also knows that there is not much time left for magicians. If he cannot reach the root in this century,
, then there will never be another chance in the future.
The teacher has become an obstacle hindering Animusfia's progress, and as the head of the family, he must realize the family's long-standing wish.
Putting aside the entanglements in his heart, Marisbili mentally considered the methods he could use and the chances of success. If possible, he would see if he could get help from the alien god. The teacher who returned this time made him a little surprised.
The lack of clarity caused him to have some doubts about his own means of achieving preparations.
While thinking about it, he came to Experiment Group 3 located on the fourth floor underground, where magic transformation experiments were being carried out with the aim of creating a perfect container.
"Lord Marisbili."
Seeing him arriving at the experimental site, a researcher in a white coat walked over quickly and handed the report in his hand to Marisbili.
This researcher looks to be about thirty years old, with long blond hair casually combed into a ponytail, and emerald-like eyes under rimless glasses, with weak and stable magic flowing inside. These are no ordinary pair.
Eyes, but with mysterious [magic eyes].
"The experiment has achieved 10% of the expected goal, but this is already the limit of what can be done now. Miss Olga Marie's body is still too fragile. If it is forcibly modified, it will only cause disintegration."
While Marisbili was looking through the report, the first-level researcher named Barry Firoz, the leader of the third experimental group, gave a brief report.
"Is it really impossible to do it? Then let's suspend the transformation first. I have other things to leave to you."
Since he had already prepared in his heart, Marisbili did not feel depressed because of this. The suspension of the experiment was only to ensure the safety of the experimental subjects, not out of the father's concern for his daughter.
Originally, the daughter was born to create a perfect container, not to be the heir of the family. He did not need an heir. Animusfia's long-cherished wish could be realized in this generation, in his hands.
It's just that what Marisbili needs most now is time, and what he lacks most is also time.
Where none of them paid attention, they saw the shadow under Barry's feet swaying slightly, but it returned to its original state in a blink of an eye, as if what just happened was just some kind of illusion.
"Lord Marisbili, I still have something to report."
"Ah, what's going on? Could it be the news that the experiment failed again? If you hear two pieces of news in a row, it will affect your good mood today."
Marisbili teased with a slightly humorous tone, not wanting to put pressure on Barry because of the failure of this experiment. After all, Barry is not only his right-hand man, but also one of the few capable people in the entire Animusfia family.
Make yourself someone you trust completely.
Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the entire experimental field seemed to darken. Before Maris Billy could react, he penetrated the defense of the magic ceremonial on his body, along with his heart.
"Well--"
Marisbili watched in amazement as Barry stabbed a short-blade magic dress into his heart with lightning speed. If he read it correctly, it should be a mercury sword.
But why did he do this? Did Barry betray him and turn to his teacher?
Even when faced with the severe pain of having his heart pierced, his consciousness did not fall into chaos because of this. Instead, he became more and more awake, and his vitality was gradually passing away. Inexplicable toxins flowed in the body, the magic circuit could not be opened, and even the magic mark was lost.
After the effect, he is now a completely ordinary person.
Suddenly he thought of the cup of black tea he drank in Mikael's office, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
"It seems that it's not that the teacher has changed, but that I have never really understood the teacher."
"This is natural. All those who betrayed Lord Mikael will die!"
"Barry" raised his head. His eyes had turned into pure darkness, and even the whites of his eyes had disappeared. They looked like two bottomless abyss.
The other researchers also turned their heads to look here in unison, their eyes the same way, with the same sarcasm and anger on their faces, as uniform as programmed robots.
"Although I don't know who you are, can you give me a message for the teacher?"
With the loss of vitality, his consciousness began to become blurred. He suppressed the complex emotions of imminent death and asked.
There was no reply, and the "Barry" in front of him just coldly twisted the mercury sword in his hand, breaking Maris Billy's heart into pieces.
Carelessly pulling out his soul that was about to escape, "Barry" opened his mouth and swallowed it completely. Along with the sound of chewing, his figure, appearance, and even the magic circuit and source were changing.
"Just turning into a traitor makes me sick enough."
"Maris Billy" lowered his head and looked at "himself" reflected on the marble floor, with a trace of undisguised disgust on his face.
"But if it's for Lord Mikael, what does this little difficulty mean?"
………
Marisbili's lifeless body burned in the flames, and soon turned into broken black ashes. The cleaning staff came over and cleaned it up, and other researchers also resumed their work with expressionless faces.
After all, Chaldea has always been Mikael's back garden. In other words, Marisbili's real enemy has never been Mikael or the magician of the clock tower, but this Chaldea.