Chapter 348 Old Bread: Numb, All Numb

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Annan fully understood.

What kind of taboo did Nicholas Flamel break—

Not just based on ethics, or based on moral prudence; not only to maintain the authority belonging to the gods or monarchs... Although Nicholas challenged his peers, monarchs, and gods at the same time, but the real cause of his death was because His betrayal of "humanity".

Because if synths make up their minds to hide, with their abilities, it's almost impossible to detect.

To disperse the extraordinary power held by the synthetic people requires the "veto" power of Lady Silent; and to cut off the connection between the synthetic people, it requires the power of the "secret" field of the mysterious lady; if you want to discover the traces of the synthetic people, you must not Do not rely on "luck" and "accident"; in order to completely destroy the synthetic human being and not be used by other false gods, it needs "decomposition" at the level of gods to destroy and "darkness" to bury. And let the burial mother-in-law personally confirm whether they are dead or not.

"Without the help of the gods, we can't even defeat the synthetics. But in this matter, the gods will help us after all."

Bishop Daryl said solemnly.

None of the Twelve True Gods are human beings, or in other words, none of them are "Atherans"—that is, the native race of the Oasis.

They didn't have to target Nicholas.

It can even be said... if a better race appears, it can be considered a good thing for Zhengshen.

But the popes are real human beings.

"At that time, we convened the first 'Holy See Council' of this era."

Bishop Daryl replied: "All twelve popes and thirteen saints were present, and in the end the vote was twenty-three to two.

"So in the end, the twelve popes and the thirteen saints all appeared--

"This catastrophe that could bring about the end of the Fifth Era is over in just two days."

Nicholas's creation really offended too many people.

Anyone who is a little sensible can judge that after the group of synthetic people grows up, human civilization will eventually be completely replaced by synthetic people.

And false gods are not counted, even the righteous gods have been offended by him.

As a creation without father and mother, this is undoubtedly a violation of "tradition"; the situation of spiritual communication makes them no longer have "secrets", no longer need "trade", no "war", and more. There is no "noble".

If synthetic humans really replace humans, they will offend the five righteous gods-especially the Silver Sir and the Red Knight, they are all righteous gods in a single domain.

The demise of the concept represents the cessation of truth. Under normal circumstances, "trade" and "war" cannot die... but there is an abnormal situation ahead.

Nicholas is not stupid.

He is the most brilliant alchemist...and their creator. He must have noticed it first. He also knew what he was going to face.

But he still chose to remain silent.

Even acquiescence.

He just didn't want to destroy his creation.

Of course... and when he was arrested and executed, he did not resist at all.

"I see……"

Annan nodded cautiously: "I fully understand.

"You have nothing wrong. In order to protect all human beings, synthetic humans must be completely destroyed... This is indeed a disaster that can only be prevented by the righteous actions."

Regardless of the identity of the leader of the Hermes School in the capital.

must pay attention to him.

Whether he is the real Nicholas Flamel;

Or the last remnant of the synths;

Or the successor of Nicholas' academic and ideological heritage;

As long as he's not a liar who knows nothing about Nicholas' secrets, then his mere existence...is a huge hidden danger.

"What are you going to do now?"

Annan was silent for a long time, then asked Bishop Daryl, "This is obviously a big deal."

"...But I can't go back to the capital just yet.

"

Darryl struggled for a moment, or sighed: "Neither Nicholas nor his partner have met me. As long as we meet once, he will know that his existence has been exposed."

"Then where are you going?"

"I'm going to Denisoya."

The fat bishop said solemnly: "Go to Nicholas' cemetery. There are not many people who know the location of his cemetery... There are few people there, and there will definitely be clues.

"I'm not an extraordinary person either. I'll go by boat and I'll be there in half a month.

"Whether he came back to life from the dead, or didn't die at all, or someone moved his body, there must be clues in the cemetery."

"……you are right."

Annan nodded slowly.

This is indeed a way.

The capital is very dangerous, and Grandpa Darryl is also very powerful. But he is really not suitable for the past.

——Nicholas' cemetery must be confirmed sooner or later.

At present, Darryl can't go to the capital, and now he can take a look at the cemetery, which is the best distribution situation.

But... how can Darryl pass the information as quickly as possible?

send a letter?

That's not right, what if the letter is lost...

Let Sir Silver help spread the word?

Or do some magic?

...Or else, find a player to be a mobile eye with the past?

Coincidentally, when it comes to magic...

"Okay, then it's settled."

Annan exhaled, and his tone became more relaxed: "I almost forgot what I came to talk about with you."

"...Isn't what happened just now?"

Darryl's movements were visibly frozen for a moment.

He looked up in disbelief.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Annan vaguely saw that a trace of fear flashed in Darryl's eyes...

"It's not a troublesome thing this time," Annan explained quickly, "although every time I come to you, it happens to be a more troublesome thing... But this time it's really not bad news."

"Because the news just now is bad enough."

Darryl complained: "I haven't heard such bad news for almost a hundred years, Your Highness."

"That wouldn't be any worse, would it?"

"……Too."

"But this time it's really good news."

Annan finally couldn't help laughing.

He stretched his right hand forward, palm down.

Just like when Darryl showed Annan the imprint of the Holy Light back then—starting from the back of Annan's hand, the fine, profound, shimmering silver runes flipped and emerged in pieces. Only a dark red rune hangs near Annan's wrist.

These runes quickly spread upwards, covering Annan's entire right arm, and extending upwards until they reached Annan's right cheek, and even covered the entire right side of his neck.

These complex silver runes contain strange powers. One or two can hardly see anything, but so many are connected together, anyway, the inexplicable power is constantly surging and superimposing like water waves——

"I'm here to ask you... I've been lucky recently. I just got 300 Silver Sirens' Imprints of Holy Light. Is there any high-end, practical magic that I can recommend to learn?"

Looking at Grandpa Bread, who looked at him motionless as if he had been disconnected, Annan asked modestly and gently.

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