The room fell into a dead silence. God knew how long it took before someone spoke again. "So, everything we've done before is meaningless?"
"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean." Von Burman shook his head. "The point is, we can't kill it from the outside. It has an unimaginably powerful self-healing ability. It's doomed to be a path of attrition."
The listener frowned upon hearing this. "Then why do you still fight it?"
"Because we have to make sure that it will drink that bottle of poison." Von Burman's finger tapped on the glass. The apple core inside was drying and blackening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Poison? Where did it come from? "
"Remember our previous arrangement? Five of us will activate the pre-set Origin Interference Field, and four of us will use the Origin Lock to capture the target. During this period, one of us will isolate it from the outside world to ensure that it can't absorb the magical elements from the outside world to replenish its Origin Force. After that, everyone will attack together and use the strongest attack to kill and exhaust it as much as possible, except for the last person."
"Hmm? That person has never participated in the attack from the beginning to the end? What's his use? "
"In fact, the most inconspicuous person is the key to the whole plan. He must be strong enough, both mentally and physically, because he must be able to watch his friends and companions die in front of him and not make a move. He must play his role in the whole team, slacking off in every round of attack, and try to preserve his strength as much as possible. The success of the plan depends on how much magic power he has left at the last moment, and most importantly …" Von Burman paused. "… he must be brave enough to sacrifice himself."
"But I still don't understand. Where is the poison you mentioned?"
"The eleventh person, that bottle of poison," Von Burman said calmly. "If we can't kill it from the outside, we can only find a way from the inside. Our goal is to develop a kind of poison that can be dissolved in magic power, so that it can be carried by a mage, and it will be difficult to be detected in advance. However, once it comes into contact with the Origin Force, it will immediately explode and release all its toxicity. This toxicity is so strong that even the gods can't do anything about it. The so-called Deicide Plan is a set of methods to make the gods willingly drink this bottle of poison.
Von Burman paused for a moment before continuing, "Although the previous few rounds of energy consumption couldn't kill it, it was enough to weaken it. Of course, it can completely absorb the magic elements in the surroundings to gradually recover. However, this requires a process, after all. If there is an opportunity in front of it, allowing it to use the magic power of a grade nine Great Wizard to quickly recover the origin power in its body, I'm afraid it will not be able to resist this temptation."
The audience in the room was trying hard to digest Von Burman's crazy idea. After a short silence, someone said, "Such an important plan, and the final success is pinned on guesses such as' if 'and' probably '?"
"Killing a god has never been an easy task. Not only does it require meticulous planning, perfect executors, the necessary level of technology, but sometimes it also requires … a little bit of luck."
"In your imagination, what will happen to the eleven people who carry out this plan in the end?" Another voice sounded.
"As I said, the core of this plan lies in sacrifice. If you want to get, you must first learn to give." The frivolity on Von Burman's face disappeared, and at this moment, his face became unprecedentedly serious. "I know what you want to say. My God Slaying Plan has such strict requirements for the candidates, and the people I choose must be the top masters. Using so many people to fight for an unknown result, even if they are lucky to succeed, it will be a huge loss to the magic world. Moreover, we have more than one enemy. We can win this time, but what should we do in the future?
The Grand Magister's gaze swept across the people in the room. "Before answering this question, we should first face up to one thing, and that is that the enemy we are about to face is simply not on the same level as us. Their strength is far greater than what we can imagine, and they have almost no weaknesses. To be honest, if we really start a war with them one day, I don't know what we will do to win this war, but we must do something. Being captured without putting up a fight has never been the style of humans, much less the style of magicians. We need to fight back, to bleed. This result may make us feel sad and painful, but the most important thing is …"
"But the important thing is to believe that no matter when, there will always be hope," Da Vinci, who had been silent, said softly.
The next moment, Pargos' eyes seemed to be blown into sand, and without warning, two lines of bright red liquid suddenly gushed out. Pargos' face changed drastically, but when he realized something was wrong, it was too late. Then, these strange red liquid began to flow out of his nose, ears, and mouth.
Pain, such a feeling was so strange to it.
Pargos did not hesitate to crush the still beating heart in his hand. At the last moment of his life, Da Vinci did not even look at the opponent in front of him. The old man's eyes stopped on Rob not far away, and became unprecedentedly gentle.
…
"What will happen next?" Steins asked Da Vinci in the Mitchell Magic Tower ten days ago.
"I don't know," Da Vinci said truthfully. The old sorcerer, who had not smoked for decades, took out the tobacco pipe that he had locked in the lowest cabinet and filled it with toasted tobacco. "I'm just doing what a president should do. I'm keeping the hope of mankind alive and killing that stupid God while I'm at it … The situation may get worse, and those things may retaliate against us, but that's not something we need to worry about anymore. After all, our old arms and legs will be dead by then." Da Vinci, who had always been serious, showed a rare sense of humor. "God slayer ~ Well, you have to admit that this name is quite cool to be engraved on a tombstone."
"I am the one who kills the god. At most, you are just a vase used to attract attention." Steins picked up the small bottle of reagent on the table and drank it without hesitation.
"Everyone in the team has their own role to play. By the way, I've prepared two bottles of poison this time. Other than you, Albert will also consume the Deicide Potion. Consider it another layer of insurance. You know me, I've always been a cautious person. Although there will always be an element of luck in this kind of thing, if we all die in the end and the other side is still alive and kicking, it'll be a little embarrassing."
"Naggy." Steins walked to Da Vinci's side. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the rising sun from the horizon. Suddenly, Steins said, "Do you trust him that much?"
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