I really only stop

The corner of the mouth subconsciously subconsciously curved slightly when he mentioned Lord Demon King, but Valier quickly reacted and coughed lightly, pretending:

"Hmm, just pretend you didn't hear what you just said."

"Ah."

Oedipus responded obediently on the surface, but in reality he was complaining silently in his heart.

Even the serious atmosphere just now can instantly heat up and ease when the topic of "Master Demon King" is mentioned, Sikali, your affinity is definitely on the rise, right?

Chapter -35 Topics of 3/50

Just now, the serious atmosphere of discussing [Life and Death] and [The Meaning of Existence] was instantly diluted by the affinity attribute of Lord Demon King who is still powerful even if he is not present. After a while of silence, Valeria opened her mouth and said:

"The only thing the Bartley family is good at is plague. You came to me this time, do you want me to help you research something?"

"As expected of Miss Vallier, that's right, that's exactly what I came for."

When asking for help from others, one should be more generous. Edith nodded calmly:

"I want a highly targeted, highly lethal deadly plague. Not only must it be able to directly destroy the living body itself, but it must also have the ability to destroy a certain kind of special energy. If possible, it should also have the ability to spread instantly— —”

"--stop."

Before Oedipus could continue talking, he reached out and interrupted him, and Miss Patriarch frowned deeply:

"Where did you hear that our family can make this kind of thing? Impossible, please go back."

"Uh--"

Unexpectedly, the other party would refuse so resolutely, Oedipus was stunned for a long time before he stumbled and asked:

"But, but your family is not a plague warlock—"

"The Plague Warlock is not a god who creates everything at will. To create a new plague, you must go through a lot of study, experimentation, and even luck to succeed."

Glancing at Oedipus with the eyes of a fool, the patriarch's brows became deeper and deeper:

"What's more, what are your requirements? Destroying life forms? Destroying energy? Rapid diffusion? These characteristics belong to the most difficult type of operation. It will take a long time to add one to the existing plague. What's more, it is necessary to gather three kinds of plagues into one plague."

"Is this so?"

Slowly calming down from the eagerness that the plan was finally implemented, Oedipus scratched his head in embarrassment:

"I used to think that making the plague is like kneading clay, you can have whatever shape you want. Now it seems that I was abrupt."

"...There is no need to apologize for this, because of the talent of controlling the plague, the outside world has definitely misunderstood my family."

The slightly faster speech rate just now was a rare excitement for the patriarch lady. After adjusting her emotions very quickly, her voice returned to the usual coldness:

"It's enough for you to understand that [capable] and [able to do] can't be equated sometimes."

"..."

Hearing this, Oedipus fell into silence for a while.

What Miss Patriarch just said was exactly what he was so worried about before coming here.

Any research needs time, and what is most lacking now is time.

After a whole week of necessary analysis and planning, there are only fifty weeks left until the mother successfully seizes the power of the world and brings [Bliss] to all life.Although it sounds like a long time, but considering that the opponent is a huge [disaster] that even the world can't help, even breaking it in half in a second is not enough.

I thought that I could finally dig a way out of the desperate situation, but who would have thought that the first pick that fell hit a rock.

"...Is there really no other way?"

After a long silence, Oedipus looked at Miss Patriarch unwillingly:

"You can tell me what you need, and I can find any precious things for you, really anything!"

"..."

Seeing Oedipus bowing deeply to her, Miss Patriarch frowned again with some displeasure.

In the very beginning, the reason why she took the initiative to talk to him and brought him here after hearing his request was actually quite simple - she saw Oedipus bowing to the Batley tribe who walked into the living tomb The appearance of saluting.

At that time, she felt that this man who could overcome the terrifying rumors and go deep into the Batley family's residence, and was willing to offer condolences to those who entered the living tomb, was at least an existence that would cherish life and think deeply about life.

But now, this man opened his mouth to ask for a deadly plague, and his words seemed to only regard the Bartley family as a machine for producing killing tools.This alone is enough to destroy all the goodwill that has been built up before.

...Forget it, say everything fairly and objectively, let him recognize the facts and go back early.

No longer looking at Oedipus, Miss Patriarch said:

"First of all, the rapid spread and the instant death effect itself conflict with each other. If you haven't learned the knowledge of our race, I will briefly explain it to you-the [plague spread] in your eyes is actually a kind of plague that is transferred from the sick to the healthy The process in the body, this process takes time, if the plague can kill all the sick in an instant, then it cannot have the ability to spread quickly."

"That, that..."

After probably understanding what Vallier meant, Oedipus gritted his teeth:

"Then the rapid diffusion effect is not needed! I'll go to another place to find a way!"

If some irascible Balrog were here, he would have slapped the bastard out of joy.It's a pity that our patriarch lady is a rational beauty with a slightly cold appearance. Facing Oedipus' unreasonable stalking, she can only bite the bullet and explain to him:

"This is just one of the most obvious problems. As I said before, the birth of any kind of plague requires a lot of experiments, and it is even more so to create a precisely targeted plague in a short period of time. You are going to start from How did you get me such a large number of experimental subjects? Let me know in advance that the experimental subjects must be the race you want to target."

Oedipus is so eager to create a murderous plague, and what he wants to target is definitely not something like the black cockroach.

Putting aside all possible impossible premise, if this plague is really created as Oedipus planned, the impact on the race he wants to target will be absolutely devastating.

Genocide—this atrocity that even the highest level of magic cannot guarantee to be completed is easy for the [Perfect Plague] he requested.

Of course, the abilities of the Bartley family are limited.Miss Patriarch doesn't think she can make a truly perfect plague, even if she can make it, the Holy Light on the human side is not just for nothing.

The reason she raised this question was simply to reconfirm Oedipus's attitude towards [Life].

The perfect plague he described is the ultimate weapon to directly wipe out a race.And even in the worst race there are bound to be kind people.

It is wrong to deprive them of all these lives unreasonably.

If he could realize in time that 'in any race there are people who deserve death', then she would accept his apology and continue to treat each other with courtesy.

If he really said, "Okay, no problem, I will provide you with unlimited experimental subjects at any time", then today's conversation will stop here, and Valerie will act as if she has never seen this cruel and empty guy, and directly Permanently expel him from the Batley clan's territory.

So, his answer is——

"The second difficulty is the need for experimental subjects? That's easy."

Just as the patriarch lady was about to sigh in disappointment, she heard him say:

"Use me."

——The tone is relaxed, as if born so.

Chapter -36 The Madness of 3/50

"Use... you?"

Unable to guess that the man in front of her would give such an answer, Valeri was completely stunned.

"Yes, of course I will be used."

Oedipus nodded as a matter of course, and even seemed relieved:

"I haven't told you yet, I have half of that race's blood in my body, and I also have the energy system that I want the plague to destroy. Thinking about it this way, there is really no more suitable [experiment] than me." .”

This is really what Oedipus thought from the bottom of his heart.

He had long imagined that the creation of a plague targeting elves and seals would probably be inseparable from the needs of experimental products.

However, all the elves are an extension of the mother's will. Even if one is lucky enough to catch one of them and tie it to the test bench, the mother will instantly know everything that happened here.At that time, all the plans will come to nothing, and all lives including [her] will be in a situation beyond redemption.

Fortunately, you can use yourself.

Fortunately, I'm also half-elven.

"——You, what are you thinking?!"

Seeing Oedipus' expression of "too lucky" from the heart, for the first time, Miss Patriarch's voice was raised with surprise:

"I'm talking about [experimental products]! You want to go to the experimental table, be infected by an unfinished plague, and then observe the pathological characteristics of me in endless pain! What you want is a plague of instant death. It stands to reason that every time Experiments will have a very high probability of death risk, but when the plague is truly completed, you will only have [-]% [death]!"

"Then I will work harder and try to last until the last experiment."

Facing her questioning, he just smiled easily:

"At that time, you must make my death worthwhile."

"...Crazy, crazy..."

The always rational patriarch lady had never seen such an inappropriate smile. In her eyes, the natural curvature of the man's mouth was even more terrifying than the devil's grin.

What she saw was not a monster that took people's lives, but a completely crazy gambler.

The devil still abides by the spirit of the contract, but the crazy gambler even classifies himself as a bet that can be discarded.

Seeing the astonishment in her eyes, as if appearing under the spotlight, he smiled and opened his arms, and made a classic salute:

"If that's all your problems, then we can start now, Miss Vallier."

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"...I don't understand why you would do that."

Qiang Zuo took a sip of water calmly, the shock in Valier's eyes has not completely dissipated:

"You just said that you also have the blood of that race in your body? You want to exterminate the race of your own father or mother?"

"That's my problem, Miss Patriarch."

Already familiar with the way others look at him, Oedipus just smiled calmly:

"The two difficulties you mentioned have been resolved by me, can we start now?"

"This--"

Valerie was dumbfounded.

He could even say the words 'take me as an experiment' without hesitation, and the man in front of him had obviously deviated from the normal category.

Now he is like a burnt-out shell, without any weight of his own, just subconsciously following something he believes in, and using a little peripheral light of that thing to support himself to move forward.

The empty shell doesn't need to care about himself, he never has himself in his eyes.

People like this who don't care about everything and just blindly move forward according to their own ideas are the most terrifying.

Even he can give up without hesitation, how can others make him give up his goal.

"...I can try."

Maybe it was because of fear, maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was just because of the doomed ending of the [Living Tomb] that she felt a little empathy for the man in front of her who was like an empty shell, and Valier closed her eyes as if admitting defeat:

"Let me tell you in advance, I can't guarantee the final result. You are likely to die halfway. Even if you survive by chance, the plague in the experiment will bring endless pain to your spirit and body—waiting for you It will be a living hell, even if it reaches the end, there will be only death, are you sure you want to do this?"

Oedipus's answer was simpler. He nodded with a smile, and lay down on the only bed in this room:

"I'm really sorry, Ms. Vallier. I don't want this matter to be known by a third person. This is the place for the experiment."

How could a stupid man who had forgotten about death pay attention to the girl's heart under the beauty's iceberg appearance?

Sighing helplessly, Valier picked up the airtight mask that she had just taken off, and put it on her head again:

"You can just call me Valerie. When I first entered the door, I could still speak well. Why did I turn into an opera accent after a while?"

"...Sorry, I'm used to it, you can just treat it as another mask in my heart."

"It's weird."

"Thank you for the compliment."

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There was a scorching pain from the internal organs as if they were about to burn, even if they instinctively wanted to take a big breath, the air squeezed into the chest cavity was pitiful.

His eyes have turned pale due to lack of oxygen, and everything that sounds in his ears is frantic and disorderly.Every tinnitus accompanied by a heavy heartbeat screamed loudly, 'Let him die! ''Let him die! '

However, in order for him to really die, I can't die just because of this level——

[Spirit Sign · Expulsion]! ! ! !

The clear senses returned like a tide at this moment, and before Oedipus opened his eyes, the cold feeling on his body had already been transmitted back to his brain.

I broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

"...so sorry I wet your bed."