"It's ridiculous!"

Hearing this, Bartlett shouted: "If the empire is really what he said, then why didn't the strongest split the empire and set themselves up as kings." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Why did the upper echelons of the Info Empire decide to accept the criminals and allow an organization like the Scales Society to exist?"

But the feelings he revealed in his diary did not seem to be false. Miss Julie retorted. The contents of the first part of the diary touched her greatly, and the little girl actually had a trace of doubt about the empire in her heart, and a ray of sympathy for the black balance.

She knew that what was described in the diary was not false, but a fact that had existed. Until then, she had always thought that it was an isolated act of the nobility, not the will of the empire itself. But now, she found that she suddenly didn't know who to believe, let alone who was right and who was wrong?

"Miss Julie, how can you be fooled by such remarks. Bartlett sneered, the little girl in front of her was too inexperienced after all, and it was just a fanatic diary, which shook her mind.

"But ......"

"Alright, Julie, don't argue with Head Bartlett. Seeing the look of disbelief in his granddaughter's eyes, Clark immediately stopped her and flipped the diary to the next page.

"Julie, to recognize the quality of a person or an organization, we should not look at what they say, but what they do. If their actions make you agree, then they don't have to say anything at all. But if their actions don't make you agree, then what do they mean no matter how nice they say?"

"Grandpa....."

"Let's read on, I have a hunch that this diary will tell us a lot. The old scholar looked through the pages and found that the daily entries in the diary were extremely short, with some intermittent dates, and the time span was longer than he had imagined. He had to dig out the special days and translate the contents of those days.

......

"November 17, 1223

After a few days of adaptation, I started to take over some of the work in the lab in earnest.

Of course, the main thing is to help those researchers and sort out some data from the experiment.

But I don't complain about these trivial tasks, but rather rush to them. Because our experiments are making history.

If we succeed, the devil will no longer be our enemy, but our slave. ”

......

June 12, 1224

This was the first time I met the professor, the real owner of this laboratory.

I stole a glance up at him from a great distance, and at that moment I felt as if I had seen the Pope of the Most High Church!

He was an old man with a white beard, with a depth and wisdom that matched his image. The breadth of knowledge displayed in just a few sentences impressed all the new researchers.

Of course, that includes me. ”

......

"October 12, 1224

I could hardly believe I was so lucky.

I was chosen by the professor to join his huge project that had been in the works for decades.

Maybe I'll be one of the people who make history. ”

......

"June 21, 1225

Where did the Magic Tide go?

That's a ridiculous question.

Who would have thought that it was our Black Balance Society, an evil organization that was spurned by the world, that eliminated the annual demonic disaster in the Northern Regions.

The revered Sword Saints have hidden a secret from the world, and their sword intent can summon demons!

We use this method to pull demons and introduce them underground. ”

......

"August 15, 1225

The experiment has reached its most important juncture, and once we succeed, the strongest will no longer be so irresistible. We will be able to return to the surface of the earth and declare war on the arrogant and hypocritical Empire!"

Reading this, everyone frowned, and suddenly felt that the top of their heads was shrouded in endless gloom. Although the diary never mentions what kind of experiment it is, it is clear that it will not be a rosy thing.

The old scholar quickly flipped through the pages, and soon he found something that made everyone's hearts palpitate.

"November 3, 1225

Today is a day of celebration that will go down in the annals of human history.

We have finally completed his greatest work under the guidance of the professor, a natural disaster that we have spawned!

Oh my God, the professor had made it forbidden to write down the slightest bit about the experiment anywhere else, but I couldn't contain my heartbeat and the urge to put it on paper.

This is a man-made natural disaster, this is simply a historic moment.

Although it is still asleep, when it wakes up, who can predict what a huge surprise it will bring to the world.

The entire lab had been plunged into a sea of joy, and even the professor could no longer maintain his usual composure.

I can understand his feelings, that's the result of his decades of research!

As the first man-made natural disaster, the professor gave our children a name that was destined to resound in the world.

Assarius.

Leyline Ruler - Athasias!"

Great fear dominated everyone present in an instant.

Bartlett grimly clenched the hilt of his sword at his waist. Miss Julie couldn't help but lean herself on her grandfather's body, her hands wrapped around the old man's left arm, her chest rising and falling with tension and fear. The rest of the people were either frightened or spitting, and even Ian, who was hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but have a trace of heart palpitations.

They couldn't imagine that such an exploration operation not only allowed them to find the truth about the dissipation of the demon tide in the Northern Regions, but also let them know a fact that they really didn't want to face.

The earthquake that followed the ringing of the New Year's bell may have originated from an unimaginable monster.

And the body of this monster traverses the outer circle and the underground of the Northern Regions!

The thought that they had been living with a scourge all along, made them feel incomparably absurd and frightened!

"Wait. After a long time, the old scholar was the first to speak, and continued to flip back with trembling fingers: "We should continue to watch, maybe things are not as bad as we thought." ”

After eagerly turning through a few pages, his hand stopped.

February 1, 1226

Everyone was in frustration and hesitation.

Because we succeeded, but we also failed.

We succeeded in creating the Scourge, but none of the potions, instruments, or mind control we had prepared anything to manipulate it.

It's already showing signs of awakening.

If until then, we can't figure out how to control it. Then our loveliest child will become a monster that will engulf us all. ”

"March 25, 1226

It turns out that failure is so bitter.

We've worked out a potion that can put it to sleep, but we've never been able to find a way to control it.

Yesterday, due to the negligence of a colleague, our child woke up once.

For this, we lost 14 companions.

The professor locked himself in his own exclusive lab, and the moment he walked out of the lab this morning, he made the decision to kill it.

However, it was already too late......" (To be continued.) )