Chapter 53: The Miracle of Mortals

"Like I said at the beginning...... Since there is not enough time, let's take a step back and not make the perfect wall of Gaia, but first merge the outer space and seal all the gaps in the entire Faennes. ”

The professor was silent for a moment, then spoke quietly.

"But even if I take a step back, with my own ability, it's almost impossible to accomplish."

He looked at his mentor and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "...... After all, I'm almost at the end of my life. ”

The tutor nodded silently.

"Even if it's a half-elf, even if it's a supreme spire, a thousand years of lifespan is already the limit. I used various life extension secret methods, and in the end, I only extended my lifespan to a theoretical value. ”

The professor discussed his life span as calmly as if he were discussing the weather: "To be reasonable, I have long been tired of living." If it weren't for the fact that the mission given to me by Lord Akaxia had not been completed, I would have died about five hundred years ago. ”

"So you want to use Elkart's secret art to create an army of the undead to resist Twilight, and then use their brains to assist in the calculations?" The mentor shook his head: "There are too many questions. ”

"That's right, there are too many questions."

The professor nodded briskly: "For example, what about the difference in strength between the equally undead undead legion and the Dusk legion, for example, how to solve the absolute disadvantage in numbers...... However, I have some ideas. That's what I'm going to do now. ”

Finally, the pillar of light in front of him had swelled to a thickness of about half a meter, turning into a huge totem about three meters high. Scarlet nicks like blood quickly crawled across the surface of the totem, staining it entirely.

It is the power peculiar to the followers of the Latter, the ability to reproduce some power that existed in the past, or to construct the prototype of some kind of creation in the future.

Ignoring the shape, this is exactly the ceremonial statue used by the Silver Queen thousands of years ago. Although it does not carve the appearance of the Silver Queen, it can also complete the charge of the magic of undead transformation. And that scarlet notch is undoubtedly related to the blood stain syndrome that Roland did.

As long as this pillar is here, then anyone who approaches it will become an undead. Even if the first 3,000 people are defeated, if anyone tries to reclaim the Holy Land and comes near this totem, they will be transformed into new undead by the spores in the air.

"Bloodstain syndrome is a good thing...... I admit that Falina is a genius, unlike Roland. I was inspired by the fact that it could infect elemental creatures...... Can I use it to infect Scourge Beasts and Ice Dragons? Those two fierce beasts that even the chosen people of the Sages can't defeat and can't be completely tamed even by the Sages, the so-called strongest golden species on the earth? ”

So I immediately started researching...... After three months, I got a satisfactory answer. ”

The professor touched the huge totem created by himself out of thin air, and said softly, "That is, yes." ”

"Think about it, Lord Nerora. How powerful can the Calamity Beasts and Ice Dragons be if they were to be transformed into undead? How likely is it to use the Ice Dragon's ability to arbitrarily adjust the flow of time in others, and the ability of the Calamity Beast to burn others' rationality in exchange for potential, on the immortal and cold and ruthless undead army? Isn't Roland the self-proclaimed miracle Roland? Didn't he claim to be a miracle worker? Then I'll show him how great miracles mortals can cause—"

"Victor, are you trying to fight against the spiritual pollution of the calamity beast with the strength of one person?"

The mentor shook his head in disappointment, "You must know that the Calamity Beast Del Ramos itself is a sealed Twilight Seed. There's no way you can compete with it. ”

"Of course I do. But what Roland can do, I'm sure I can do. ”

The professor smiled slightly: "Only dusk can touch dusk, and only dusk can fight twilight." I have enough self-confidence. ”

"You're not self-confidence, you're arrogant! Did you know that if you fail, you will become a twilight even more terrible than Del Ramos if you are polluted thousands of times more? ”

"I'll kill myself before then," the professor replied without hesitation, "and at that point, I'll ask you to hand over the ownership of the Legion of the Undead to Esther or Merlin." ”

Hearing this, the tutor frowned.

"I found out...... You've been targeting Roland, why? ”

She questioned, "There is no point in striking Roland's power. You know, he's also the main force in the fight against Dusk......"

"The main force?"

The professor laughed angrily, "You call the mortal who was sent by the gifts of the three of you and the legacy of the Silver Queen the main force to fight against Twilight? No kidding! ”

For the first time, the professor's pale silver eyes burned with anger: "Do you know how much time I've spent in the past thousand years? I replaced my blood vein with a winter elf, implanted a machine in my body, took out my brain and cultivated it in my body, and froze my feelings...... A thousand years! ”

"And Roland, what did he give? He didn't give anything! He's just a mortal! He never had a special talent! I can assure you that if the gifts of the three saints and the prophecy of Lord Akaxia were given to one person at will, he would probably be able to perform a feat commensurate with Roland—"

The eyes of the roaring professor were full of rage at the devaluing value of his own life.

Without anyone's support, it took him a thousand years and a lifetime to come up with the final plan...... Although due to lack of time, it was doomed to fail.

And Roland is the opposite of him. From the very beginning, he was attached to the three sages and was noticed by the world. It took him three months to complete the work of teaching for a thousand years—and the most unforgivable thing about the professor was that almost all of this work was done with the assistance of the Holy One.

How can it be forgiven? How can it be tolerated?

If you admit Roland's merits, it is equivalent to admitting that what you have done in the past thousand years is useless, which is tantamount to denying the meaning of your efforts in the past thousand years, and denying the whole meaning of this life.

"Are you so inferior?"

At this time, the faint words of the sleeping tutor made the professor stay where he was.

“…… Why should I have low self-esteem? He pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Didn't you notice that Roland is very similar to you?"

The Sleeping Tutor sighed and looked at the professor with pity: "Although it seems to be unscrupulous, in fact, what you have done after opening it is to sacrifice the minority to save the majority; You are almost obsessed with believing in yourself, and you have many opportunities to contact me from Roman, but you deliberately ignore those opportunities......"

"You are almost exactly the same as Roland, who has just come into this world. The only difference is that your talent is much stronger than his, and it is not on the same level at all. ”

The instructor's words made the professor dumbfounded.

"But now, you haven't changed, Roland has changed. He's gone from being a life-like merchant like you to a true saint, but you're still counting how many people you'll have to sacrifice to slow down the Twilight invasion...... After all, you don't really see the future, and your vision is inevitably limited. ”

"The reason why you hate Roland is because he is too similar to you."

The Elder Sleep Tutor asserted—

"Victor, you are the last Roland, the Roland who went astray in a crucial choice...... But Roland can't be the next you anyway. Because, you don't notice Roland's true talent at all. ”

That is the savior we are looking for - a talent that can find the only light from a myriad of hopeless futures. The ability to make the right choice no matter how desperate the situation is. ”

"If it were Roland, we would never be defeated," the mentor said softly, "and we believe so. ”

"-- This is a miracle." (To be continued.) )