"Winston? Why's he calling? "
Andrew frowned and turned to look at Rachel.
Although this fellow had lost his brain, he still had the strength of a god. His mental strength was immense, and he was able to discern some information that wasn't on the surface.
Rachel pushed up his spectacles. In the background of the explosion, he said calmly, "Let's listen to what he has to say."
Andrew picked up the communication device and asked knowingly, "Oh, it's Chief Winston. Your voice doesn't sound too good. Why are you using someone else's communication device? Did something happen?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the huge crater in the distance that was shrouded in an umbrella-shaped cloud of dust that could blot out the sun.
Although the Miyie Tower had quickly set up a third layer of temporary enchantment to block the vision and thoughts of ordinary people, Andrew could still see it clearly at his level.
From his point of view, the entire 67th street in the middle was already in ruins. There was no sign of life.
With such a scale of activity caused by the death of a god, it was obvious that Winston had been seriously injured at the front line.
Winston's voice was still tired and trembling. "Don't talk nonsense … The Truth Society hasn't sent anyone to support the battlefield. Do they want to completely break off relations with the Miyie Tower?"
Andrew could hear the anxiety hidden in Winston's voice. He smiled calmly. "The battle between Yue Sefu and Wang Erde has ended, hasn't it? We've only sent people over to clean up the battlefield. What does it matter if it's early or late? As for breaking off relations … Winston, this isn't something you can decide. If we really break off relations, who do you think will be more upset? " com
Winston was silent for a moment. "Yue Sefu will win. This is what Boss Lin said himself."
Andrew was stunned. "You didn't hear wrong. I can tell you that the Miyie Tower sent people to test Boss Lin's thoughts on this battle. I'm the person in charge of this mission."
Andrew subconsciously turned to look at Rachel. The latter raised his spectacles and nodded. "He's not lying."
"Haha …"
He immediately burst into laughter. "So this is how the Miyie Tower treats a loyal knight. How hilarious. What do you think Yue Sefu would think if he knew that he was being used as a testing tool?"
Winston coldly said, "I don't know what he's thinking, but he must win. And now, if he dies because of the Truth Society's inaction, do you think you can escape responsibility?"
"Heh." Andrew sneered. "He's a member of your Miyi Tower. What does it have to do with me if you don't save him?"
Winston snorted. "Originally, I didn't, but who asked me to contact you now?"
"What do you think Boss Lin would think if she knew that you knew about this but refused to send people to look for Yue Sefu?"
"…"
Andrew had to admit that he was really threatened.
Even if he really didn't like Yue Sefu, this guy who didn't have pure thoughts about Boss Lin.
However … Perhaps it was because of this that Boss Lin was very keen on changing him. In other words, if he could change Yue Sefu from impure to pure, noble, proud, self-consistent, righteous, and selfless knight, and finally become a devout believer, it would indeed be enough to kill a long time.
This was probably a very pleasant thing to do.
And for someone like Boss Lin, finding pleasure was probably the most important thing in life.
Perhaps this was Boss Lin's preference for evil?
Alright … Although he was very unhappy with Yue Sefu, as a dependant and believer of the Lord, his first priority was to do things that could make the Lord happy.
Andrew let out a long breath and slowly said, "Alright, alright. I'll send people to search the battlefield, but only search."
On the other end, Winston seemed to suddenly relax. After a long while, he awkwardly and quickly said thank you, then hung up the communication device.
Andrew looked at the communication device in his hand and thought of Winston's appearance. He had goosebumps all over his body. With a face full of disgust, he turned off the communication device.
However, Rachel commented, "The Miyie Tower is really bold. They're even willing to give up on a god-level seed. However, based on my current inspiration, even if Yue Sefu is really alive, I'm afraid things won't develop as they think."
Andrew nodded and then turned on the communication device again.
He wasn't interested in whether Yue Sefu could survive or not, but Yue Sefu's life and death to a certain extent was related to Boss Lin's attitude. He couldn't be perfunctory like before. He had to find someone reliable to go.
He flipped through the contact list —
Prima Sandra.
This little girl was the director of pharmacy that Andrew had personally promoted. She had replaced her sister who was temporarily in a vegetative state and had also received a gift from the owner of the bookstore.
No matter whether it was in terms of ability or identity, she was completely foolproof.
He immediately dialed the number.
— —
Prima was busy adjusting potions in the laboratory.
She was obsessed with the ratio of the potions. Biting the tip of her pen, she worked hard to calculate the ratio formula and the possible consequences due to the special characteristics of the materials used this time. Her expression was extremely focused.
The laboratory near the surface area had the highest authority. Other than Prima herself, Andrew, and Hood, no one else was allowed to approach and disturb her.
Not only did the fluctuations of the battlefield thousands of miles away not attract her attention, even the underground explosion of Machinery Transmigration and the ear-piercing alarm that was almost within reach didn't attract her attention until the communication device beside her rang at an extremely high volume.
After witnessing the extent of Prima's concentration in the laboratory for the first time, Andrew forced her to set this ringtone on her communication device so that she could escape from the experiment with the highest efficiency.
"Ah!"
Prima raised her head abruptly as if she was suddenly awakened. The pen in her hand fell out of shock. She hurriedly connected the communication device.
After receiving a call from her immediate superior, she was rather nervous. She hurriedly stuttered, "Vice — Vice President."
It's the President!
Andrew corrected her fiercely in his heart.
Forget it … Now is not the time to be calculative about this.
Andrew quickly said, "Select doctors and pharmacists from your subordinates. I will also allocate some combat personnel to you. Now, immediately lead them to the battlefield at Street 67 and search for survivors. Take note that the place has been covered by the 'Destiny' law that dissipates after the death of a God-level. Wear protective clothing and take precautions."
Although it was said to search for survivors, in fact, ordinary Extraordinaires who could survive in the battlefield definitely didn't exist.
However, out of respect for the Secret Ritual Tower, he definitely couldn't say that it was to look for Yue Sefu.
"Okay!"
Prima, who was holding the communication device, nodded vigorously. She couldn't help but think in her heart.
This … Is this considered my first official mission after taking up the position?
Then, she remembered that Andrew had clearly asked everyone to pay attention to the A16 manor first. A strange intuition surged in her heart. Prima carefully asked, "Is this mission related to Boss Lin?"
Andrew concisely said, "Yes, so you must do your best, understand?"
Prima's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at the book that Boss Lin had given her — Secrets of Prima Potions.
Boss Lin had once said that the so-called pharmaceutics was to create one's own value!
She took a few deep breaths to adjust her state of mind … This is not only my first mission as the head of the pharmaceutics department, but also a mission related to my savior, the great existence, Mr. Lin.
In other words, this was the time to prove her value to Boss Lin!
"I will do my best."
Prima said, and then quietly encouraged herself in her heart.
— —
On the other side, after Andrew hung up the communication device, a question arose in his heart.
Speaking of which, although the Lord had personally judged Yue Sefu's victory, was Wang Erde, that terrifying and cunning Dark Warlock, really dead?
Rachel suddenly said, "He's dead."
Andrew turned and heard Rachel say again, "But he's not dead."
"…"
Andrew's gaze was incomparably complicated. Looking at the hole in Rachel's head, he really wanted to know what he was thinking with.
Rachel didn't care about Andrew's offensive gaze. He just looked at the sky, narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Augustus …"
"The Road of Fire Sword can't make the King of Giants bow, but now, what finally made you have to respond to the call of fate and walk into the whirlpool of disputes? Coming down from the throne, I'm afraid it's only a matter of time, right?"
Andrew couldn't understand his muttering, but at this moment, Rachel's eyes didn't look like a boasting machine whose brain had been hollowed out, but the real "earthly wisdom" that created the whole Nuo Jin.
— —
When death came.
Wang Erde fell backward, feeling as if his body had been thrown into a fire and burned alive by the raging fire. The pain almost exceeded his limit until he began to forget this pain.
When his body resisted the last blow of Yue Sefu, it disintegrated inch by inch, and now it was almost completely gone.
The Black Wizard tried to sacrifice himself to Boss Lin again in an instant, wanting to use this trick to escape again, but he suddenly thought of the last time he did this.
Boss Lin's response to his sacrifice of his life was … rejection!
Yes, only rejection could allow the sacrificed life to escape from the reincarnation of hell and be resurrected in the human world.
At the same time, this meant that Boss Lin rejected Wang Erde's act of sacrificing himself and refused to let him become a relative in his God's Kingdom. This meant that there was a problem with his loyalty!
"My … my loyalty … how could it be …"
Wang Erde opened his eyes wide and suddenly lost his voice.
There was indeed one place where he was not loyal enough, and it could even be said to be an extremely blasphemous act.
That was, he sacrificed himself to Boss Lin. In fact, his biggest idea in his heart was to let Boss Lin reject him so that he could defeat Yue Sefu.
In this world, how could there be a devout believer who was unwilling to enter God's Kingdom and even wanted to be rejected by the Lord? He even used this to fulfill his own private wish?
Oh my god, what had he done?!
Wang Erde belatedly realized why Boss Lin stood on Yue Sefu's side in this battle.
"No! Don't tell me, I also want to … I still don't want to … No … Don't tell me this is Boss Lin, to me … "
Wang Erde struggled in his heart and was in pain. He reached out his hand with great regret, wanting to grab something.
But in fact, he had no hand.
To put it in a more scientific way, he was vaporizing. The whole process should have been extremely painful, but since even his consciousness had disappeared, the pain was irrelevant.
In his last vision, he saw Yue Sefu also fall to the ground with a loud crash.
The knight's body was also badly damaged. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger, shining like a sharp sword. Unfortunately, his vision soon dimmed, and he could only see that half of his opponent had turned into flying ash.
"That's fine … Is this … my end?"
Wang Erde was powerless to change everything. With deep unwillingness, he gradually let go and sank into the Lake of Death, where he could not breathe. His vision was pitch-black, and his ears were deathly silent …
Suddenly —
"Wang Erde."
A familiar voice came from nowhere and penetrated the Lake of Death. It vaguely reached his ears across the surface of the water, as if it was an illusion.
"My disciple."
That's right, it was even clearer.
A voice seemed to have penetrated layers of dream worlds, crossed mountains and seas, and directly reached Wang Erde's ears.
It was so intimate and so familiar.
Wang Erde suddenly opened his eyes. It was pitch-black in front of him, up, down, left, and right. He could not tell the direction.
He could not feel his limbs. He could not feel his hands or feet. It even made him wonder if he really existed.
Only a circle of spells, which seemed to be casually written in ancient characters, floated around him, blocking the darkness that was covetously watching him from all sides.
"Ta, Teacher …?"
Wilde, or perhaps what was left of Wilde's consciousness, was barely able to recognize who was calling out to him in his muddleheaded state …
The ancient Dark Emperor, the Spirit King of Words, the Dragon Speaker, the Last Descendant of the Giants … The great Extraordinaire blessed by all kinds of titles, the living history book, and Wang Erde's preaching teacher as a Dark Wizard.
— Augustus.
"Teacher …"
Wilde blankly saw a dark green light shining in the distance, and it was getting brighter and brighter. He subconsciously ran towards it, and after running for an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand, and in this endless dream, he grabbed a letter.
"Flap flap flap —"
There were two small wings on the letter. They immediately retracted, like a docile carrier pigeon.
"Such a way of sending letters … It's indeed Teacher!"
As soon as Wang Erde's thought appeared, the pair of wings disappeared. The letter lay quietly in his hand — he was not sure whether it was his hand or not.
And on top of the letter, there was a golden gem in the shape of a scarab.
Was this … the ring on Teacher's finger?
Before Wang Erde could react, he was pulled and rushed into the emerald eyes that were as quiet and deep as a scarab.
Augustus' voice still echoed in his ears:
"My last disciple, good luck."
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