It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

All monsters or family members revived by the influence of divinity will be affected by this spell, and Glamis will become the brightest lighthouse in the dark ocean, pointing the way for all visitors!

Among the lives that are about to come to this world, there are many great beings with divinity. Even if there is a terrifying wizard like Benson Bane Chambers who has survived to this day in the last era, such behavior is almost equivalent to self. destroy.

"So, I will be one of the few retreats for human beings...but you have wasted too long, you should have done this long ago."

On the cross, the half-vegetated girl murmured in a sleepy voice, as if she could not feel any pain, she was indulging in a long dream.

Dmitry's face changed for a while, and emotions of anger, powerlessness and sadness dyed it in complex colors.

"I can't take it."

The old alchemist looked at her with dark impurities in his cloudy eyes.

"You were supposed to be his heir, the daughter he created with his own hands, but Albert...he just regarded you as a destined sacrifice, a lamb to be slaughtered!"

Michelle? Hebrew raised those golden eyes, the pride, fierceness and unquenchable fire in the past have cooled down, replaced by a peaceful lake.

The old man suddenly found that he was a little familiar with this kind of look. It was like this when Albert sat on his old chair and looked at the sea of ​​flowers.

He seems to have suddenly aged several years,

"I don't have a few years left to live, but you are different... I chose to leave 50 years ago, and I can't be said to be a firm executor. To be honest, I am not willing to take away a young life with my own hands. Saving something, that’s not what I like to do.”

"I want to hear your answer, aside from Alberto, can you...can you accept such an ending?"

The girl who was always reluctant to talk too much turned her head slightly, as if thinking.

After a few seconds, she gave the same answer again.

"I accept."

"Unlike you, I can't think about such complicated things. From the beginning of my birth, my father asked me to love people and the world."

"Albert told me to regard him as my father, so he is my father. To me, these are like the sun in the daytime and the stars in the night. It's just a matter of course."

"And this time, it's the same."

"It's different!"

The old man categorically denied,

"You have long transcended the alchemy life that follows the question-and-answer principle, and now you should already have a fairly complete humanity."

Michelle nodded.

"Even so, my answer has not changed, and that is the meaning of my existence."

"Let me return to the sacred remains of the prophet. Sibyl is only half a step away from the truly perfect divine body, and you are the only master alchemist in this world who can fill in the last piece of the puzzle."

"Professor Dalton, thank you... for being willing to tell me this at the end."

Saying this, she suddenly smiled.

This smile made her look like an innocent girl who hadn't really grown up for the first time.Like a Kraft's ordinary magic apprentice.

Dmitry watched the light disappearing from the opponent's eyes little by little, and heaved a long sigh.

Under his action, the magic circle under the chamber was relit, and the girl's body was slowly engulfed by golden plant roots.

Chapter 151 The Eden Project

The inverted triangular halo made the chamber look like an upside-down pyramid.

Gone are the trees, relics, and maidens, replaced by glowing spheres suspended in the center of the pyramid.

This ritual had been perfected many years ago; all it lacked was some inspiration.

In this warm light, Dmitry felt as if he had temporarily escaped from his body and reality, and entered another unobservable and wonderful space.

It looked like a strange square room without any furniture or furnishings. The walls, ceiling and floor were all pure white of unknown material.

In the very center of the room was an old man with an indescribable temperament. He was barefoot and wrapped in a whitish professor's robe.

The soles of the old man's skinny feet and the hem of his robe were stained with a lot of dried soil, and he looked as simple as an old farmer tidying up flowers and plants.

In Scotland, such old people can be seen everywhere, so common that people don't pay much attention to them.

But he is different,

The old man is smiling, and his face is full of traces of time, but he has a pair of baby-like pure sky-blue eyes, which is unforgettable.

"You're here, I know you will come."

"After my death, you will definitely return to Kraft to take my place and help me finish what I haven't done."

The old alchemist recovered from the dizziness caused by the strong light and space changes, his pupils dilated slightly.

He let out a breath, as if he finally heard the sound of the second boot hitting the ground in the night, he was not surprised but relieved.

"Albert...you are indeed not dead."

During his lifetime, he was recognized as the strongest wizard of mankind, the former principal of Kraft School of Magic, the man who died and was buried and then disappeared in the tomb.

Krystal Albert stood in the middle of the pure white room with a smile on his face.

After sighing, the old alchemist looked around with a strange expression, then buttoned his bald scalp, and sat down cross-legged.

"where is this place"

"You are in my body, and also in my spiritual world, although it is still only the most basic prototype."

The old man's face turned green for a while, and he looked at the ground where he was sitting with some disgust, and then glanced at Kleist who was standing not far from him.

"That sounds really disgusting. I have no interest in you at all."

Even Kleist was silent because of what he said, and after a while, the flower farmer-like old man smiled and shook his head,

"You really haven't changed at all, just like you were 50 years ago."

The old alchemist waved his hand in boredom,

"You and I don't have so many old things worth chatting about. Let's talk about your plan, Alberto."

"Start from the beginning and tell me every word, including your pathetic daughter - you turned me into a butcher, and I feel I have the right to know everything behind it."

Kleist's eyes darkened a little, and there was a dark flash of guilt and pain.

"That was not my intention."

"The person who originally stood in this position should be Michelle. She is a copy of the holy skeleton, and she is born with part of the divinity left by the prophet. She can easily replace the main body, instead of merging like it is now."

"It's her choice."

Dmitry Dalton recalled the girl's last words.

Did she really have a choice?

Kleist's education and the love she was given at birth determined all of Michelle's actions. From beginning to end, she never left herself any choice.

The old man stopped thinking about those things, but proposed to Kleist his conjectures that he had repeated over and over again countless times.

"I found the manuscript you left behind in Sibyl's secret room, and I overturned that crazy theory of the universe. I guess your plan is to let yourself complete the second stage of armor, and create a world that ordinary humans can live in." The environment of the kingdom of God."

Kleist's eyebrows relaxed a little, and he smiled warmly again.

"Have you even thought about it to this extent?"

"Indeed, a kingdom of God that allows ordinary life to survive is the best way out for this world, but the most fatal flaw in this plan is that I can't be sure that I, who became a god, will first create an environment similar to this planet."

"Maybe I will create a sun, a huge celestial body that burns forever. Maybe I will use gas and stardust to create glowing dust clouds. When I become a god, I will burn out my humanity and can no longer follow my own will to protect this me. Beloved world.”

"And Miss Williams' return provided me with the last piece of the puzzle. The armor is indeed a genius idea. It allows me to stabilize my state at the moment before I truly become a god."

"Your guess is generally correct, except for some details."

Kleist opened his hands, and a lot of tender green grass emerged from the pure white floor under his feet, and those unknown flowers and plants quickly spread out to form a green carpet.

Trees and hills rose from the ground, and the room continued to extend to the area where the end could not be observed. Clear streams flowed down from the cracks in the rocks. They were divided into four tributaries at the old man's feet, and they converged into lakes and rivers in the sunken land. river.

Rivers run through veins of gold that shimmer with gold, and through solid, fertile ground where trees and flowers thrive.

The canopy bears delightful bright fruit, their surfaces glistening with dew.Surrounded by large tracts of white roses, the fragrance of flowers permeates every corner of the garden.

So hares, young deer and birds also appear on this land, lions enjoy the caress of the breeze on the hills, and sheep run across the fields to feel the pulse of the earth.

"What the second-stage armor creates is only the rudimentary form of the Kingdom of God. Such a sanctuary cannot compete with the revived true gods for soil."

Hurricanes, plagues, eruptions of lava, and deadly cold winds descended from the sky and land, gushing out.

In an instant, this beautiful scene was completely destroyed, and the land was full of charred trees and cold corpses.

"I will descend through the perfect relic, reaching the final stage of armor."

"With me as the fulcrum, God will fully mature at the last moment and become an ideal shelter, and I will abandon the seat of God at the last moment and integrate my consciousness into the soil of God's kingdom."

In the dead wilderness, new leaves pierced the scorched earth of the ground.

The colors around Kleist disappeared little by little, and the room became pure white again.

"Just like the Herald of Destruction, I will become one with the solidified Kingdom of God. The Kingdom of God is me, and I am the Kingdom of God."

"At that time, no matter how I expand myself with only instincts left, the country that is the fulcrum and source of faith will remain unchanged."

"That's my plan."

"I call it the 'Garden of Eden'. "

Chapter 152 Coming

"As for yourself, doing so will make you lose your will, like a living corpse that will never die completely, until the end of time."

"This is unimaginable torture, and even rest will become a luxury you will never be able to achieve."

Dmitry looked at him with pity in his eyes.

"That's so tragic."

Albert Kleist's smile didn't change a bit,

"You know, Dmitry, I got the answer a long time ago."