Chapter 94. I'm Sorry, Night Lord!

"Why don't you kill them all?"

Rosswealth asked.

Char understood that she was referring to the people from the church, and could not help but smile.

She was still like this...

As they left the hall, she had been brooding over this matter and felt that Char seemed to be too kind.

As a dark version of the fallen Valkyrie, she was cruel and merciless to the core, a perfect match for Ortlinde's innocent, sweet, and kind beauty. It was only because of Char's existence that he was able to suppress her.

"I can't do that."

Char shook his head.

"Why?"

"They mentioned the divine decree just now, which means that someone knew about the existence of Ravesland from the very beginning."

"You're saying... The church's people?"

"It's their superior." Char said with certainty," I don't think the Holy See and Laurentia would hide anything from me. To be precise, based on my understanding of them, they can't hide it. I didn't notice anything unusual because they didn't hide it from me, and they didn't know how to interpret the divine decree. Obviously, the relevant content can only be understood in a specific environment, and that environment is right before our eyes."

Rosswealth was deep in thought, but she still frowned and asked, "but this and your tolerance...

"This is not tolerance, my dear."

Char smiled. "My understanding of the church is the same as some people's understanding of me. Since they can predict this situation, they can also predict my thoughts. As you thought, killing those people is definitely the safest way. But as I said, I understand the church. I know all the summoning and sacrifice methods of the church. They use flesh, blood, spirit, and faith as offerings. They can do some incredible things. Maybe the other party also wants to use me as a knife to kill people and personally open a door for them."

Rosswealth's expression froze.

She understood what Char meant.

This group of people who were extremely pious to God and pursued the divine decree might not understand that they themselves were playing the role of sacrificial offerings.

"Do you understand now?"

"Yes."

Rosswealth nodded, no longer suspicious.

Actually, Cjar had another concern that he did not mention, and that was the 'quality' of the offering.

It wasn't as simple as just a few heads, it also depended on the level of devotion of the sacrifice.

The people he left in the hall were not only the church's people but also a despairing Holy See and a righteous Holy Knight.

If an executioner was needed to slaughter the offerings and dye the sacrificial array with blood, then this matter would undoubtedly be carried out by the Holy See.

This was because he would never personally slaughter his own subordinates.

No matter what kind of power the Holy See obtained, Laurentia and the Holy Lance would be in front of him. This kind of internal friction was a great damage to the quality of the sacrifice, which reduced the power of the "reliance" to the maximum.

Then, it was the last bit of concern.

He had humiliated the Holy See before he left. If he had really been corrupted, would that attract Zin'rokh?

Char did not know, but he hoped so.

This was the only way he could get the most tools... Ah, no, guaranteed power.

..

After they reached a certain floor, the structure of the entire building seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

A cluster of radial crystal structures grew from the bottom to the top, like a well-trimmed tree. The branches were like solid Aurora corals that went all the way up into the sky.

However, anyone who saw it from the outside would know that there was no sky in Ravesland. There was only the gloomy reflection of the ruins above their heads!

There was no doubt that the top of the tree was only shrouded in a strong light. As for where it really went, perhaps only the manager of the building knew.

Around the courtyard, the corridor where everyone was standing had a gentle slope and spiraled up as if they had stepped into a tower.

The wall facing the glass wall was carved with pictures and words. The slowly unfolding picture scroll was filled with the ancient words of the second era.

Char looked at the written records and became more and more fascinated.

Wasn't this the expanded version of "How to be the next Fitzrock"? it had many details and strange illustrations.

It wasn't just him, but also Kuris, 875, and Roland were particularly fascinated.

Especially Kuris. When he saw that Fitzrock, as a mechanical assistant, had defeated many industry leaders and successfully gained the right to speak in the Beelzebub family, his breathing became a little heavy.

"How did he do it..."

Kuris muttered.

He was also an Assistant Mechanic.

Even though he could create a Blue Moon on his own and a full mechanical wind monster in the monster guide, this did not change his nature.

He desired to become a true mechanic, perhaps even more so than Fitzrock back then.

"Of course it's the power of God!" Svartalfheim muttered. "What can make a piece of trash become a mechanic overnight? Only the gods have such terrifying power. You can't really believe that the secrets of the past are recorded in Feilulinde's notebook, right? Hahaha, idiot!"

Kuris' face turned pale and then red.

He raised his fist in anger and swung it at the Night Lord. The latter didn't dodge.

"Hit me, hit me! Anger is a sign of losing one's rationality. Why did you lose your rationality? Because I've said what you're most afraid of! Why are you afraid? Because you also believe that this is true! So if you hit me, you're denying yourself. Come and hit me!"

"Damn it!"

Kuris's punch stopped halfway.

With a victory gaze from Svartalfheim, he turned and left, returning to the end of the line in silence.

"Ha, a pile of mechanical drags wants to recreate the miracles of the past? dream on!"

Svartalfheim's clamoring was almost sickly, and his hysterical appearance reminded Char of the words left behind by Fitzrock on the "Holy Grail".

F*ck Science! Holy Spirits Prevail!

As he was lost in his thoughts, the group arrived at the top floor.

This was a platform that extended inwards, and the crystal structure that could only be seen through the glass window before was now in front of them.

However, when Char got closer, he realized that it was not a crystal at all...

This was the materialized long mist!

And...

This thing did not grow from the bottom to the top. It was the hinterlands of Ravesland, which was the stalactite structure that grew from the ruins corresponding to the Mirage above!

The so-called radial and gradually fluffy shape were essentially the stalactites getting thinner as they went down. However, there were countless branches that branched out from it. Char took a closer look and found that there were souls flying around them...

As expected, the solidified energy would attract something around it.

In the Court of the Holy tree, the soul and the long mist combined, giving birth to a heroic spirit.

Then what about here?

"This is the core of the soul furnace. The structure in front of us can be called the Turing tower. It is the birthplace of the consciousness and 'personal system' of all the citizens of the Upper City District. It is also the most precious inheritance that Fitzrock left us!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and slapped the ground.

"Hold on!"

Char pulled him back.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll show you the evidence!"

"You tell me, I'll do it."

"No."

Svartalfheim's voice broke, and he shouted like a pot of boiling water.

"Since I can let you replace Feilulinde, I can also send you back. You choose," Char said.

"There's a button on the ground, " Svartalfheim said. "Press it and a metal obelisk will pop out. The evidence is on it. I remember that Feilulinde took it out before I left, but now it's gone back. It's a little strange, you have to be careful..."

"You ran away so quickly..." Char mumbled and asked, "What's in there?" To be more precise, is there something that can help you turn the tables?"

"Yes..."

Svartalfheim did not answer.

"Let me guess, is there a hanging window hidden in the obelisk?

"Did you secretly hoard a large number of survival points? After you get the hanging window, you can get good things from the exchange list and catch us all in one fell swoop? "

"You..." Svartalfheim's brain heated up, and he blurted out, "How do you know?"

"I think that with your level of being a noob, this is the only possibility of you turning the tables. I really can't think of anything that's beyond my knowledge."

"You ..."

"It's just that your thoughts may be in vain."

Char smiled and did as he said, and a silver metal obelisk popped out.

However, the door at the base of the monument was open, and there was nothing inside...

There was no doubt that Ethan had stolen the hanging window here. He really did steal it.

The Night Lord looked at the empty obelisk in a daze. It was as if a rice jar that he had saved up for a year had been emptied overnight. His face was filled with despair and he was about to cry.

"Don't just stand there, hand it over."

Char extended his hand.

"Ah? Hand, hand over what?"

"The survival points that you have hidden."

Svartalfheim was stunned for a second, then he cursed, "You don't even..."

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He saw Char take out a gem.

He could feel a terrifying control from it. It was as if the other party could erase everything in his past with a single thought.

But he still had to be stubborn.

"I don't believe you would do that." He said in a deep voice, "You definitely don't know how to use such a terrifying weapon. You're just showing it to me to scare me... Back when Ravesland was still a floating city, the mechanics had invented the "destructive strike" that could destroy the entire city. Whether it was here or in other towns, such a powerful weapon was stored at the bottom, but no one has ever used it!"

"You're right. It's the most powerful weapon before it's used," Char said. "I may not be using it on you. But, we're standing on Ravesland. I can control everything here with it. Then, when we attack Andaheim, the higher-ups don't even have time to send people down. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Svartalfheim's expression froze, and he gritted his teeth after a while.

"Bastard! You must have been sent by God to punish me .."

"Don't dawdle, get down to business."

"The inside of the obelisk looks empty, but in fact, after you wear the hanging window and touch its back, you can trigger a simple Commission. You only need to complete the Commission to obtain the survival points I hid inside.

"It's that simple?"

"Obviously! I hid it behind the back of Feilulinde. He didn't allow me to hide my survival points, saying that I would destroy everything. I didn't dare to merge with the window, so I could only hide the survival points in this way."

"How interesting..."

Char reached out his hand according to his description, and as expected, a "ding" was heard.

A pop-up window-

request: don't talk, touch me.

reward: 10000000PS "

"What the..." Char mumbled, "you're really a ruthless person..."

"Ten million survival points!" The night Lord's expression was extremely bitter. "I've saved them all up with great effort. I've never spent any of them!"

"Alright, alright, I'll spend your points! I'll treat them well on your behalf."

Char touched the obelisk, and his survival points instantly became three question marks.

Cool!

He immediately opened the purchase list and scrolled down.

"What's the most expensive thing in... The f*ck..."

His smile disappeared.

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[Annihilation Strike]

[Price: 10000000 points]

"You've never seen such a good alarm clock. There's no one that can't be woken up by it,"

-

'What the...'

Char was so shocked that he could not say a word.

The exchange list was listed from the lowest to the highest price, and this nuclear bomb-like item was the last one.

He finally understood why Feilulinde did not allow his other personality to merge with the hanging window.

"You... What are you looking at me for?"

Svartalfheim's hair stood under his stare, and he felt a cold wind blow past his head.

"It's nothing,"

Char shook his head and changed the topic.

"What did you rely on to save up your survival points?"

The word "save" had nothing to do with the Svartalfheim he knew. The latter was brutal and combative. The Dark Elf empresses of the past had to go through his torture to be recognized and crowned. This was not because of Elfheim's political defamation, but because the history he was familiar with was like this...

It was only after she became a candidate for the Queen that she chose to escape. Not only did she escape from the dark Elves' traditions, but she also escaped from the cruel fate that was right in front of her.

"Carrying bricks."

Svartalfheim replied.

"Seriously??? "

"It's not the kind of moving bricks you're thinking of. This is a common word in ancient texts. When a mechanic implanted combat thoughts into a mechanical beast, they would hire a martial artist to fight madly under a photographic device. The memory crystals produced from this would eventually be pieced together into a brick, which could be sold for a good price at that time. historical

Char was a little confused, "So those candidates for the Queen..."

"That's right, I rely on them to carry bricks!" Svartalfheim said seriously. "There are three main criteria for a Queen candidate: dance, combat, and physical fitness! These three factors are the key factors for how long they can last under the photographic device!"

"What about appearance? Aren't you interested in it?"

"Of course, who doesn't like pretty female creatures showing off their arms and legs in front of you?? "

He was silent

F*ck, there was no way to refute it.

"But why have I never heard of such a thing?" Char asked.

"In order to keep this a secret, I have to hypnotize them."

"hypnotize, then dance, battle... and then moving bricks?"

"Yes, they'll do it subconsciously until they're exhausted and become completely useless. What do you think?" the Night Lord asked.

I'm sorry! Svartalfheim!

I was thinking dirty!

"It's nothing," Char shook his head nonchalantly.

"Where's the evidence you wanted me to see?"

"You should have already seen it." He said, " the most expensive item on the exchange list is the "obliteration strike". This item was produced in the age of Fitzrock and has been in his custody since. According to the rules of The Hall of Truth, no one can get it until he dies. Now you can. This is the evidence."