Helga's face was gloomy.

The catastrophe that had occurred in the Saint Laurent Empire in the west reached her the next morning.

It is said that demons crawled out of the ground and took possession of the holy city of Frankfurt.

Plagues and curses have completely polluted the Holy Land, and its inhabitants have turned into undead-like monsters.

The mortal sword could not hurt them at all. Even if you use all your strength to pierce their chests or decapitate their heads, it won't work.

And at this moment, this terrible monster gathered into an army and raged with iron hooves.

"Damn it!"

She couldn't help but roar, and the aura of murder that permeated the air suddenly made the noisy ministers below obediently shut their mouths.

As a tyrant who conquered the country with iron and blood, and then put to death all opponents and those of the previous dynasty's bloodline, the first Grand Duke of Saya wielded great authority.

"Waste, only said here, useless at all!"

She showed a slight anger, and the ministers below were already silent.

The reason why Helga was so angry was because she was the only one present who understood the seriousness of the problem. Her father, Marquis Saya, was a scholar of the history of Ancient Elcut, after all, and she was well aware of the gap between the army of the undead and the army of the Black Iron People.

That's a quality gap that's enough to make anyone feel hopeless.

You don't have to make any illusions at all, you know that you can't fight it.

It's like after a thousand years, the old army of the dead has descended on the earth again-

Although the gods defeated the undead army once a thousand years ago, even if that history is embellished, anyone familiar with that history knows that it can only be attributed to the success of the decapitation tactic.

The undead legion under the command of the Silver Queen can really be regarded as the strongest legion on the earth.

There is no need for food, no need to rest, morale is constant and highest, there will be no sneak attack, no pain, no fear, and one's own strength can be regarded as a first-line.

The most important thing is that as long as they are not captured or destroyed, everyone will be resurrected after the battle.

This is an army that cannot be defeated in terms of common sense.

That's not the strongest, it's invincible.

Not to mention defeating them, even if it was impossible to stop their progress.

"Damn...... Damn the rotten people......"

Duke Helga muttered, his right hand slowly clenched: "It's just this time...... It's just that Carral is coming......"

"Lord Duke!"

At this moment, a knight suddenly came running from behind at a hurry, leaned into Helgar's ear and whispered something.

“…… You say the Legion of the Undead suddenly stopped? ”

Helga could barely comprehend what he was hearing: "Are you sure the information is reliable?" ”

"That's right!"

The man dressed as a court knight said with a fluttering eyebrow, "They didn't wear the oak lock!" The scouts said they had entered the oak lock from the end of the iris swamp and never came out! ”

"It's been more than six hours, and they still haven't heard anything at all," the young knight looked at Helga with adoration, "Lord Duke, they are indeed lost in the oak lock!" ”

However, it was completely unexpected. Hearing this news, Helga couldn't help but smile at all, but his face changed drastically, and he was bloodless in an instant.

Because she understood the purpose of the undead—

"Their purpose is the Scourge Beast!"

Without hesitation, Helga judged: "They must be stopped!" ”

She knew very well how devastating it would be if the Plague Beast were transformed into an undead.

For Saint Laurent, Saya and Titan, there is no doubt that they will destroy the country!

“…… Enough for an army? ”

The Sleeping Mentor couldn't help but laugh: "It's too much." With your strength, does that kind of thing still have any point in existing? Is there any legion in the world that is stronger than you? ”

"You can't say that."

The professor shook his head and calmly dismissed his mentor's opinion: "In the face of the iron hooves of the legion, all individual resistance is futile. ”

"You're talking about the shoddy undead legion you assembled?"

"No, I'm talking about the Legion of Dusk."

The professor was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Or better yet...... It is the vanguard of the twilight species that was prophesied to destroy the world. ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up.

Beside him, pale silver light shone rapidly, like garbled data, and countless zeros and 1s combined to form a bizarre model.

He stretched out his hand, and the stream of light from this data sprang around the tip of his right finger, and suddenly a silvery glow appeared on the ground in front of him, and something like a bud on the ground wanted to emerge.

"I ...... from a thousand years ago No, to be precise, he accepted the last request of Lord Akaxia earlier. His last words. ”

He said softly, and the only emotional color in his eyes quickly faded: "...... He asked me, in His place, to save the world, to change the course of the future, so that the twilight would never come again. ”

“……”

Inexplicably, the Sleeping Mentor was silent. Her eyes were focused on the professor, thoughtful.

"It's ridiculous to say that Lord Akasha didn't give me anything other than that. I don't even know what exactly is going to destroy the world. ”

"In order to find out the truth, I first went incognito and took away the copy of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws. But unfortunately, although it writes about the future, there is no information about [Dusk]...... In other words, twilight will not occur in the next 800 years. ”

"So, I changed my bloodline by copying the secret method on the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, and joined the Winter Fruit Society as a winter elf. Fortunately, there is finally a record of dusk on it...... Such a terrible twilight. ”

At this, the professor paused slightly.

He lowered his head, unable to make out his expression, but the light in front of him formed a column, and began to slowly expand and rise.

“…… Such a terrible twilight. I really can't think of anything that can stop the advance of the undead Legion of Dusk, and the Seven Sages have already left Faenth and cannot answer my questions. Just when I was on the verge of despair, the mage set off chaos to usurp the Sage's scepter. ”

"I would have liked to stop them personally...... But then the first Savior came. I saw the Silver Queen's legion of the dead. This equally undead legion almost made me think of them as twilight. ”

"That's right, that's right—"

The professor's tone suddenly became elevated. The pillar of light in front of him suddenly swelled and rose around the data circulation sky.

"That's right! The only way to stop the undead is for us to take out the undead! ”

"However, that can only be blocked, not repelled or completely dodged. It took me seven hundred years to hide in the Winter Fruit Society, and I finally found out why Faennes was targeted. The root cause of this is that the Wall of Gaia is not perfect, and its structure dictates that it must be presided over by a Gaia in order to function properly. ”

"How can you do this?"

The Elder Sleep Mentor couldn't help but be surprised: "However, Higgs has achieved this level at most. He was not a sage who specialized in design per se. ”

"I'm different from him."

With the arrogance peculiar to the Ya'an species, the professor said, "If you give me six hundred years, I will be able to calculate the repair method of the Gaia Wall—I am confident that I will transform the structure of Faennes into a planetary ship, and completely solve the problem of hedging the turbulence between the power of dusk and the turbulence on the Gaia Wall—"

“…… However, you don't have six hundred years. ”

The Sleeping Mentor couldn't help but sigh.

She also just learned what kind of talent this genius who has been silent for more than a thousand years.

If he had been born in the right era, perhaps even those three saints would not have fallen, and Higgs would not have fallen into twilight......

However, there are no more than six hundred years.

- From the moment he accepted the task, he had already failed.

"I have other plans, though."

The professor was silent for a moment, then spoke suddenly. (To be continued.) )