On the border of the Kingdom of America, less than fifty miles from the neighboring Kingdom of Kanna, there is a town called "Holy Silver".

The predecessor of this town, it was an important border town of the Kingdom of America. For many years, the Kingdom of America has stationed heavy troops here to guard against possible attacks by the Kingdom of Kanna - the Kingdom of Kanna is not very strong, but it once attacked the capital of the Kingdom of America all the way, and even once broke through the royal capital, burning the palace with a fire.

Later, when the Disaster struck and the Kingdom of America fell, a large number of refugees fled to this important border town. Rich in bounty and untouched by calamity, it soon became the largest city in the entire kingdom of America, if it was a nation.

Like other sanctuaries, the town of Silvertown is centered around a large prayer hall. As the supreme leader of this prayer hall, Archbishop Spencer is naturally the unquestioned leader of St. Silvertown.

For twenty years, the priesthood has been deeply simplified, rarely appearing in front of people. It is said that he prayed for more than ten hours a day in an effort to ward off calamity and protect the largest sanctuary in the kingdom of Ameri.

But "supposedly" is often far from reality.

For example, Archbishop Spencer actually prayed for no more than ten minutes a day, and he barely even prayed.

Because he did not believe in God.

Most of the bishops in the sanctuaries did not believe in God.

They only believe in themselves and believe in their technology.

Archbishop Spencer's main daily work, in addition to self-cultivation, is to do research. He spends most time in the basement, thinking, concocting potions, and experimenting.

As a scientist, he has a high level of professionalism, never disturbs his mind by the screams, pleadings, and curses of those experiments, and is always able to accurately judge the situation of the experiment, and can achieve something every time.

He is very satisfied with this life, eats and sleeps well every day, and feels that he can live a long life.

But lately, the archbishop has not been in a very good mood. The reason why he was not in a good mood was because of some letters that came in one after another.

"The world is not peaceful!"

Putting down the letterhead, Archbishop Spencer sighed deeply.

In just half a month, he has already received a letter from an "old friend" for the fourth time.

We haven't been in touch for almost 20 years, and for more than 20 years, they have pretended not to know each other, and they are safe with each other, and they are living on their own.

Although due to the dissolution of the institute, everyone went their own way, and there was a lack of cooperation and communication, which led to a significant reduction in the progress of research. But that's nothing, they all have plenty of time anyway, and at least Archbishop Spencer himself doesn't mind the slow pace at all.

But...... This situation was broken not long ago.

Starting with Thomas and William in the town of St. Salt, one "old friend" after another disappeared one after another, and no one was seen alive or dead.

The various shelters are panicking and desperately trying to track them down. Many people have vowed to get those who were kidnapped back.

But Spencer knew that these people would not be recovered.

They are long dead!

There were no bodies only because they had been sunburned to death, leaving only a pile of ashes.

He doesn't know about others, but he knows very well what his "old friends" will do.

Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and even William, the youngest at the time, is almost fifty years old. Time is inexorable, and aging and death can terrify even the wisest sages, so ...... Everyone's choice is pretty much the same.

After all, only by living can we have a future, only by living can we have hope, only by living can we engage in research, and only by living can we enjoy life!

Even if you want to live as a "calamity", it is not a problem.

The world is big, there are many people, and from time to time there are one or two less, who cares?

Spencer is almost seventy years old this year, and he is relatively old in the original research institute. The reason why he forcibly carried out live experiments when the research was not sufficient was that he was worried that he was old, so old that his research ability would decline, and he would no longer be able to control the entire research institute.

Therefore, he urgently needs an elixir that can delay aging and even rejuvenate himself.

In order to get this coveted elixir as soon as possible, he didn't care about doing something harmful.

Wrong...... Human society is a whole, and for the sake of the progress of the whole, those outstanding individuals should be retained as much as possible, and those individuals who are dispensable should of course dedicate their all.

can sacrifice for the progress of mankind, those people can be regarded as deserving of death, quite happy.

At least, that's what Spencer thought.

But the guy who was bothering them clearly didn't think so.

Spencer didn't know where the other party came from, and neither did the "old friends". Their letters began as apprehensive reminders, then turned into frightened inquiries and then into bewildered confusion.

The shadow of death was near, but they didn't even know who it was that brought them death.

Walking over to the map hanging on the wall, Archbishop Spencer ran his finger over the shelters on the map and whispered to himself.

"Holy Salt Town, Holy Water Town, Holy Fire Town, Holy Saint Town...... Follow his route all the way, and you won't come to Shengyin Town for the time being. ”

"However, preparation cannot be left undone. As long as he doesn't die, sooner or later he will come to Holy Silver Town. ”

"And...... If he had known about the situation in the original research institute, perhaps he would have come directly to Shengyin Town to find me. ”

"I'm running out of time! I have to seize the last time and finish the research at hand as soon as possible!"

With that, he walked to the front of the bookshelf and took a few books from the shelf, revealing a knob in the back. With a few hard spins, the bookshelves slowly moved away to reveal the downward staircase, accompanied by the sound of gears and chains turning.

He put the books back down the stairs and walked down the stairs. After a few moments, the bookshelf was moved back again, completely obscuring the staircase, so that no one could see that Archbishop Spencer had entered the chamber.

Walking down the stairs, you soon came to a long hallway, and there were many rooms on both sides of the passageway, many of which were inhabited. Some of them were studying carefully, some were writing hard, some were thinking, and some were mixing potions, and they were in full swing.

Spencer didn't bother them, but continued down the aisle, reached the end of the aisle, turned a corner, said hello to a few of the guards on duty in the guardhouse, and then walked down the stairs again.

After walking like this for a long time, he finally came to the most important place of this secret research institute - the laboratory.

Inside the laboratory, several tightly tied test subjects were struggling and howling, their faces completely devoid of "human" feelings, only beast-like hideousness.

Spencer looked outside the lab for a moment, then called out the person in charge of the experiment and asked about the situation.

"Overall everything went well. The experimenter reported, "The rate of alienation of the test subjects has decreased, but there is still a long way to go before they can be used." ”

Spencer sighed: "Go ahead, don't worry. ”

There is no rush for scientific research.

But he couldn't help but sigh - if only that institute were still there!

The researchers I have collected and cultivated over the years are really much worse than William and them at the beginning!

After inspecting all the way, he returned to the surface worriedly, and went to the prayer hall to pray.

When he returned to his bedroom to rest, he saw a man in armor sitting at his desk, his cold gaze falling on him through the mask of his helmet.

"Spencer, Director of the Institute, you are the leader of that group. In Pan Long's words, there was even a little admiration, "Everyone else is making a small fuss, but you are the only one who has built another research institute!"