In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 33 The Madman Playing Russian Roulette
"The Alchemy Temple is a holy place for a group of mad scientists to pursue their ideals."

Heisenberg had a leisurely voice.

"Some people may think that the academic atmosphere of the Holy Church is full of flowers, and there are many factions. There are cyber factions who are keen on prosthetic body modification to enhance combat effectiveness, and traditional factions who intend to mutate human beings to [perfect] through genetic engineering."

"Ghost knows what these crazy scientists will come up with. If it is not controlled, it will be a disaster no less than a demon for human beings."

Ryan listened quietly, and did not interrupt rashly because of the old man's "answers that were not relevant to the question".

He just sighed slightly.

Humans are so fragile.

"Indeed, the various factions of the Alchemy Temple do not interfere with each other most of the time, but the competition for ideas will naturally cause debates again and again."

"A little carelessness will lead to conflicts between the two schools of thought."

There was some helplessness in Heisenberg's voice,

It seemed that he was also dissatisfied with this appearance, but he was powerless to change it.

In other words, it is precisely because of the inclusiveness and common development of various schools of thought in the church that it is now prosperous.

With such excellent results achieved, those little conceptual frictions are just a matter of laughing and talking.

"The history of the church determines that although we have different ways of realizing our ideals, the ultimate goal is always the same."

"What is it?"

Ryan asked subconsciously.

From the old man's statement, he captured a concept that was very familiar to him.

But for a moment, he couldn't remember.

This paradoxical feeling made him feel strange and also aroused his deep curiosity.

"Let human beings live well in this dangerous world."

The voice fell, and there was silence in the office.

The old man smiled.

From his deep eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth, Ryan saw hope and eternal brilliance. This is the holy hall, and everyone in the holy hall is the ultimate lofty ideal that everyone wants to pursue in his life.

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Ryan was silent for a long time.

"This statement is not false."

Ryan's keen sixth sense was activated unconsciously.

He was faintly touched by these words.

"The predecessor of the Alchemy Temple was the Alchemist Association."

"But the real establishment of the Holy Church was born in response to a sinful war that set off a war all over the world."

The old man smiles.

He put the long knife on the table into its sheath, and then put the knife and sheath in front of Ryan.

"As filth, in order to conspire against the entire world, they sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of people and opened the gap between the world and hell again."

"It was against this background that your predecessors ignited the flames of anger in their hearts, and worked hard to tear apart the demons without judging their origins, and established the [Templar Knights]."

"And with the help of Albert Einstein, [Temple] conquered the Alchemist Guild and successfully incorporated it into itself."

"At this point, the [Alchemy Temple] is truly established."

"Do you understand, Ryan."

"The Holy Church never asks where you came from, whether you are a monster or a human being."

"Who doesn't have a little secret?"

The old man stretched out his hand, tapped the long knife on the table, and motioned Ryan to take a look at the blade.

"As long as you join the Holy Church, you are our like-minded partner."

"The reason for choosing you as the executor of the [Nemesis Project] couldn't be simpler."

"Because of your potential, you are better than Rebecca Brunshid."

"If you can make it."

"It is excellent news for the world and for mankind."

Ryan did not take the long knife. He turned his head and looked at Rebecca who was lying on the sofa and flipping through alchemy books.

The girl was lying on the sofa, propping her snow-white chin with one hand, her legs were shaking non-stop, outlining a dazzling and beautiful arc.

She looked as usual.

There seems to be no interference from the instructor's words.

"I didn't feel pressured by the implementation of the [Nemesis Project]."

"But you said so."

"I'm a little nervous."

Ryan smiled. Although he said he was nervous, he still looked heartless and plain.

"Pressure drives people forward."

Heisenberg smiled: "The premise is not to overwhelm people."

"Lian Winster is a real monster. When I saw him pointing a pistol to his forehead, I was more convinced of this idea."

"In the face of the enemy, I have only seen one other lunatic who can still play [Russian Roulette] besides you."

"He's a monster too."

"The more life and death is at stake, the stronger the demon hunter who can use brute force to overthrow any obstacle."

Hearing the first half of Heisenberg's sentence, Ryan showed a "shy" yet awkward smile on his face, but later, the expression on his face turned to curiosity.

"Sherman Lawrence?"

The famous legendary witcher.

The legend about him appeared in all the history of the profession of "demon hunter" that Ryan could see.

When it comes to the witcher, there is no way around the hero.

After talking a lot, Heisenberg felt a little thirsty, raised his head, and drank the fruit tea in the cup in a rather unassuming manner.

As the fragrance and sweetness bloomed in his mouth, the fragrance of flowers and warmth entered his throat, he smashed his mouth and said with a smile: "I was only 20 years old when I met him."

"And he is already 37 years old."

"He looks like a young man under 30 years old, full of energy, humorous, and often makes some girls cover their mouths and chuckle."

Speaking of which, Heisenberg laughed and shook his head.

"I think, if he wasn't an abyss race, he might already be full of children and grandchildren."

Ryan was a little surprised.

"Isn't Sherman Lawrence a member of the Lawrence family? Didn't he marry a woman from the Lawrence family and give birth to the blood of the abyss?"

If he guessed correctly, a powerful abyssal race like Sherman should belong to the ranks of "kings" within the Lawrence family.

Shangshen's blood is so pure, how can no one in the clan think about him?

And, according to Heisenberg, Sherman himself was kind of a dandy, wasn't he?
"Oh, it looks like you checked the document with your own authority."

Heisenberg smiled with satisfaction.

Ryan is indeed a studious kid.

"First of all, Sherman never married, had children, and died alone."

"Secondly, what you recognize is what Sherman obtained from the family's secret code after he conquered the Lawrence family."

"He told the church unreservedly."

"After that, he used his own strength to successfully smash the defenses of countless Abyss families, and obtained countless ancient secret tomes."

"Hehe, the current prosperity of the church is definitely due to his contribution."

Heisenberg said with a smile: "If you go to the research department, you can still see his statue, which is placed next to the statue of Einstein."

"So the facts are not what Sherman found?"

"No." Heisenberg shook his head and said, "This is the second point I really want to tell you. After Sherman learned everything, he did not dedicate himself to God's faith."

"His body was buried in the cemetery, not in the tomb dedicated to God."

"because."

"In his cognition."

"No god is above him."

Ho!
As expected of the strongest demon hunter, crazy enough.

Ryan was slightly startled and sighed inwardly.

"and then."

"Then?"

Heisenberg smiled.

"In his later years, holding a golden cup and a knife, he entered the tomb of the gods."

"At the price of an arm that could never be recovered, [begged] a cup of blood from God."

"At the same time, he also took away a loot."

Ryan's hand holding up the teacup froze in mid-air.

"God's."

"arm."

(End of this chapter)