A man in the ark was forced to become a king

The light of the spell circulated in the palm of his hand according to ancient rules. The Pardoner kept his hand raised, like a sculpture, motionless.

His silence lasted for a long time, maybe a few minutes, and the light flowing on the corner seemed to be stronger.

"It seems that our Demon King has really found a very good helper this time. Our intelligence is also focused on the golden tree that suddenly appeared."

"This so-called golden tree seems to have caused considerable personnel changes in the Tower of Babel. Felin, who had always been close to the Demon King, left the Tower of Babel because of this. The Demon King himself also showed signs of leaving the Tower of Babel in the near future. According to speculation, about I want to go to the Golden Tree."

"Ah, that's a really good helper. I was worried that something unexpected would happen if we started on their territory. Now our friends we haven't seen yet have helped us solve this problem - I'm starting to like them a little bit. "

There is something different about Baijiao's Pardoner, and his tone rarely fluctuates, as if he is saying: 'Is there such a good thing? '

Although they have made enough preparations in their plan, even if they attack directly on the territory of the Tower of Babel, it will not hurt, but if possible, they still want to place the battlefield somewhere else away from the Tower of Babel.

After all, the Demon King is the Demon King. The Demon King alone may not be so scary, but the Demon King in the crowd is enough to become a terrifying nightmare that no one is willing to face. As long as she wants to, everyone will become a puppet.

Therefore, the best thing to do is to get her away from the large army in the Tower of Babel.

Originally, they did not have this opportunity. The informants placed inside the Tower of Babel were limited by their status and could not do much other than provide information, let alone such a major event as affecting Theresia's schedule.

Now someone suddenly told them that the Demon King was going to leave his army on his own initiative?Even the somewhat troublesome film woman had already left first. It was like giving her a pillow when she was drowsy!

If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere, the Pardoner would even want to laugh three times happily and say: There has never been such a wonderful start.

Wonderful, really wonderful!

"So, what exactly is the Golden Tree?"

This invisible help made the Golden Tree put a mark in the heart of the Sin Absolver. Now he is indeed a little curious about the origin of this organization.

Some secret order in Lateran?Or the mad magician organization in Leitania?Or is it an underground church that believes in evil gods?

"There is no too detailed information. The current known news is that the Golden Tree has become an ally that Theresia has personally agreed to and will provide some kind of support to the Tower of Babel. The specifics are not yet known. At the same time, this organization's The force should be quite strong and nothing more."

"Strong force? Do you know what these four words mean?"

"Of course I know."

The light of the spell dissipated from the palm, and the silver-white pendant reflected gorgeous lines in the moonlight, shining brightly.

The Absolver, who stopped casting his spell, put away the pendant and looked at his colleagues. The hollow eyes of the golden mask were as deep as the abyss.

"The Praetorian Guards of the Flame Kingdom, the Internal Guards of Ursus, the Queen's Voice of Letania, the Papal Knights of Lateran, and the Knights of the Conquest of Casimir, they can all be called 'powerful' .”

"Then do you think a small, unknown organization that suddenly appeared can be comparable to the elite troops of various countries? I would rather believe that the old guy in charge of intelligence is dim-sighted and has lost his mind."

The pardoner of Baijiao scoffed at this information and simply regarded it as a joke.

There are indeed many secrets hidden in this land. There are countless secret societies and churches. A golden tree is nothing.

But if this group has strength comparable to the most elite secret organizations in various countries, then it will be a big problem.

The amount of force at that level is quite limited, and it's not a carrot planted in the ground. How could it appear out of thin air?

To be evaluated as "powerful" means that this golden tree has a strength comparable to their group of sin-absolvers, which is simply unbelievable.

If it really had such strength, how could this kind of organization remain unknown?

As long as it exists in the world, everything will always have traces, but the appearance of this golden tree is indeed like coming out of the ground. Where did their people come from?

"maybe."

The pardoner, whose horns were covered with a layer of blood, shook his head slightly and didn't care too much.

"Whether they are strong or weak, it has nothing to do with us. There is no need for us to conflict with them. We can just do our own thing. This opportunity is indeed very rare. Our plans must also be changed. Since we His Majesty the Demon King plans to create conditions for us, so we must not waste it."

"That's right, I thought so too."

The White Horn Pardoner raised his staff, and a looming gray mist rose from the surroundings, surrounding him.

"I will notify you and let our people take action. It's time to arrange a big surprise for His Majesty the Demon King in advance. This country is about to welcome his true master, and Sakaz will be reunited."

"..."

Seeing his colleagues disappearing in the mist, the Pardoner suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

When the name Golden Tree was mentioned, he didn't know why he always felt a sense of crisis for no reason.

'Is it an illusion?Or is there really...'

After thinking for a long time and thinking about the behavior of his colleagues, the Pardoner decided to calm down first.

After all, they were going to assassinate the Demon King, not to bury him with him.

If the goal is to be achieved at the expense of their heavy losses, then the gains outweigh the losses, and Tracys will probably wake up laughing in his dreams.

Chapter 1: Your Highness, your convertible is ready

"Kelsey isn't here, are you sure you want to do this?"

The doctor put his hands in his pockets, and his whole body was almost swallowed up by the shadows in the corridor, like a dormant evil spirit.

This is the secret laboratory of the Tower of Babel, and only four people are able to get close to it.

Now that Kelsey has left, only the doctor, Theresia and the Demon King's personal guard Askaron can approach this laboratory with the highest confidentiality level.

Strictly speaking, this place may no longer be considered a laboratory, because all its facilities and arrangements were adjusted and replaced a few months ago in preparation for the operation of the only project.

"Are you trying to stop me?"

Theresia changed from her usual gentleness, and no longer had a gentle smile on her face. She expressionlessly pressed her palms against the completely closed protective door, which was composed of double encryption of electronic equipment and Origin Stone spells. The closed locking system was unlocked layer by layer as she operated.

The Chimera Project - the most secret experimental plan in the Tower of Babel today, only three people know about it. Even Kelsey, the director of the medical department, has only heard the general content and knows nothing about the real core thing.

In Kelsey's understanding, the so-called Chimera Project is Theresia's last resort that she plans to use on herself. It gathers the power of multiple Sakaz races and concentrates them on the Demon King to become a fusion of the characteristics of all races. 'Chimera', thereby achieving changes in the nature of life.

Legend has it that the powerful vitality of the Chimera is enough to reverse the burden brought by the power of the Demon King, allowing Theresia to move from despair to new life.

This sounds very nonsense. Compared with an experiment, the so-called Chimera is more like an absurd gamble, and the probability of winning is extremely slim.

From an academic and rational point of view, Kelsey would definitely put the person who proposed this nonsense plan into the laboratory as soon as possible to have his brain dissected, but she couldn't do it because the person who proposed the plan was Tracy. Ya herself, and the assistant is Dr.

The Doctor - he is the one who occupies the decisive position.

He seems to be a ghost wandering on the earth, knowledgeable and omnipotent. Kelsey has never seen a creature that can surpass the doctor in wisdom, so when the doctor joined the plan, she instinctively had a plan that would work. Feel.

No matter how ridiculous it sounds, when people who know the doctor know that he will join, they can't help but have an idea - maybe it's not that the plan is not working, but that I am not.

From a researcher's perspective, a PhD has such a status.

But what Kelsey didn't know was that the Chimera Project initiated by Theresia from the very beginning was not for some 'perfect individual that gathered all the power of Sakaz'.

That kind of thing was just deceiving people. Theresia had never thought about that possibility. She herself thought this excuse was nonsense.

The real purpose of this plan is to create an individual with "Chimera" self-control. She will inherit the power of the Demon King, inherit Theresia's wish, and open up a new path.

Perhaps Kelsey also had speculations in this regard, but she had never thought about it deeply. The reason is very simple - if you want to find a successor, it is undoubtedly much more reliable to search among the senior people of the Tower of Babel. The vast majority of them are Sakaz people, and they are absolutely trustworthy. There is no need to spend energy on creating Chimera.

So compared to this possibility, she was more willing to believe that Theresia wanted to extend her life in this way.

"...No, I won't. I will respond to your wishes, all your wishes."

The doctor walked out of the shadows and stood behind Theresia. The alloy protective doors in front of him quietly opened to both sides.

"If this is your final choice, then I will make it happen for you."

"Yeah, I can always trust you."

In the pure white passage, Theresia walked in front, her steps slowing down a little. The last isolation door opened, revealing a slightly empty laboratory behind it—it was more like a large laboratory than a laboratory. The scene of the magical ceremony.

If you have to say it, the only things that can be compared with the laboratory are the hospital bed placed in the middle and the mechanical arm extending from the roof. The rest are closer to magic.

Mysterious blood-colored runes that looked like some kind of religious ritual were densely covered over half of the ground, surrounding the hospital bed in the middle. The petite Carters girl was lying on the hospital bed, about eight or nine years old. Eyes closed.

"Am I disgusting?"

Suddenly, Theresia stopped and looked at the petite girl, as if asking, or talking to herself.

"You clearly say you don't want to see sacrifices, but you selfishly impose responsibilities on such a young child. She could have a carefree childhood, and maybe a happy life, but now she has to bear the burden early. Shackles, living under heavy pressure.”

"Maybe, but this is also Amiya's own choice."

The doctor's entire body was hidden under his windbreaker and mask, making it impossible to see whether he was being perfunctory or really thinking so.

Theresia preferred the former.

Choice sounds nice, but does Amiya really have a choice?

She was adopted by the doctor and brought back to Beita from Rem Billiton, where she grew up under the care of everyone.

This is a gentle child. She desperately hopes that she can help, so she will not refuse at all. Maybe she doesn't even understand what she promised, but just trusts.

The more this happened, the more Theresia felt that she was guilty.

But, she had to do this. In order for most people in the Tower of Babel to survive, and for everyone's future, this was... a necessary sacrifice.

How ironic that she once hated this word so much that now she had to pick it up with her own hands.

"It turns out that I, Amiya..."

Pain and struggle flowed in her eyes, Thearesia's face turned a bit paler, her body swayed slightly, and was forcibly restrained by her extreme self-control.

The pressure of survival has overwhelmed her, and she has to do her best with every breath.

She had no time left and could no longer insist on finding another person as outstanding as Amiya.

This child's blood and talent are so far irreplaceable.

Choosing her was both helpless and inevitable.

"Would you like to start now?"

The doctor said this, but did not mean to ask. He had already skillfully put on medical gloves while speaking.

It was obvious that he was ready to take action.

"let's start."

Theresia's eyes dimmed for a moment, then became firm again. She raised her arms, and the mysterious spell runes arranged in the laboratory seemed to respond to the devil's will. They lit up layer by layer, spreading a faint glow. .

When the spell starts to work, the doctor will implant the key items that Kelsey brought from the ruins into Amiya's body, allowing her blood to transform into a 'Chimera'. This process will last for several hours, until her The body becomes the most perfect container.

Until that day comes, Amiya cannot leave here and can only wait in silence.

When Theresia dies, the Demon King's power will be gathered from the collapse through the magic and gathered into her body, allowing her to become a true Chimera who has inherited the Demon King's power.

This is the final insurance that Theresia has prepared for herself and the Tower of Babel.

When the Demon King dies, the Tower of Babel has lost its value of being targeted, and they can leave Kazdaele alive at the cost of the King's life.

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A blush just rose in the sky. The two people who had stayed up all night walked back to the Tower of Babel through the morning dew. No one had any intention of resting.

Theresia had no time to waste on resting. Her body was deteriorating, so she had to use all her waking hours to complete her arrangements as much as possible.

Doctors don't need to rest.

If necessary, he can even work without sleep for more than ten days, using boiling water to make noodles directly in his mouth to solve his hunger problem. He is even more monster than a monster.

It was precisely because of his unusual behavior that Kelsey often caught him and punished him severely.

Without Kelsey, the doctor's life has become much more comfortable - the most significant change is that he can make a cup of super thick coffee that looks like melted chocolate according to his own preferences, and he can pour instant noodles directly into his mouth. , if this is seen, it will take a long time to lecture.

"How long can you hold on?"

Habitually brewing a cup of coffee for himself, and adding a lethal amount of instant coffee powder and icing sugar, the doctor placed the cup of very unusual-looking liquid on his desk, raised his head and asked.

"I can still... at least come back from the Golden Tree."

When talking about the countdown to her life, Theresia acted very calmly, as if she was talking about an unrelated person, without even the slightest change in her expression.

"Maybe the blessing from the golden tree that Kelsi mentioned is really useful. In that case, I can persist longer."

"Have you ever thought about what might happen to that blessing being more useful than you imagined?"

"I haven't had a dream in a long time."

Theresia shook her head slightly, with a gentle smile on her lips, and said warmly: "Don't worry, I won't fall down now. This is the last thing I can do. I must do it well." , that way, you can get an ally strong enough, and their protection is enough for everyone to leave safely."

dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Theresa's whisper. Her Royal Highness raised her head in a daze, and was stunned for a moment before reacting.

"Come in."

"Your Highness."