Many people are afraid of death, actually because there are still things worth cherishing in this world.
And dying bravely is for something you want to protect more.
Of course, he was afraid of death.
"On the contrary, it is to escape."
Victor thought that those who committed suicide, escaped, and collapsed did so because they lacked the courage to face life.
Unfortunately.
Victor lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the barrier in front of him.
The magus who still cherishes his research and excavation objects.
After all, I couldn't make it through and became a...
A ghoul whose dreams are incomplete.
Chapter 48: Victor is a madman
Due to the monarchy theory, Victor and Altluki's takeover of most areas did not cause much trouble.
But how to deal with the androids still made the impact spread.
Just as where there is shadow there must be light, where there is evil, justice will be enforced.
A large number of Dead Apostles began to gather in Cornwall, which attracted some attention from the Magicians' Association.
But that's just one point, it's far from reaching the level of causing an earthquake.
Perhaps the matter in Germany was too important. As long as Victor was waiting, no magician came to investigate.
Instead, I received another message and reminder from Lord White Wing:
The church people have already set out through Germany.
"It's really interesting, isn't it?" Victor looked at the letter and handed it back to Altluki: "The White Winged Prince seems to know what we are doing with his disaster, but he still reminded us with "good intentions."
"What do you think this is, Your Highness?"
"Uh... showing weakness?" Artluqi tilted his head, thinking hard.
"Haha, if the White Wing Guild were to show weakness, no one would believe it, right?" Victor shook his head, denying the other party's answer.
"It is the beginning of a tacit understanding, Your Highness."
"Our cooperation has already begun."
……
night.
In a small but slightly luxurious pavilion, the current Duke of Cornwall, who can also be called the County Governor, was sighing with a sad face, ignoring the wool blanket that his wife had put on him, and looking at the starry sky outside the window with melancholy.
Just one or two days after the information fermented, he, as the person targeted by the Dead Apostles, had not even reacted and received any information, but was jointly informed by the Church and the Magic Association -
Immediately tighten control over all magic in Cornwall, and increase government intervention, using the impact of earthquakes to disperse the crowds in concentrated cities - at the same time, have the magicians in the Cornwall area monitor the group of dead apostles invading the UK in real time and report the latest developments at any time.
"It's easy to say...but we also monitor and report..."
The Duke of Cornwall sighed bitterly again. After receiving the notification, he realized that his area had been invaded. He immediately notified the local Diggers Association and the branch of the Magicians Association.
Then... he found that his message fell on deaf ears and there was no response.
It's been two days.
As the night grew darker, the news and the suffocating feeling of being manipulated grew stronger.
It was like a stone thrown into the water, causing a tiny ripple and then no more movement. As a result, when he went out on the street recently, he felt that the people on the street were completely abnormal.
This has caused the Duke of Cornwall to be unable to sleep every night in recent nights, and he has even completely lost his appetite.
He reported it to the Magicians Association headquarters again, but they just told him that they had received his report and asked him to wait for the "support" from the Magicians Association - several magicians who came to investigate.
Investigate, investigate!
He no longer counted on the Magician's Association. He just hoped that the group of dead apostles could get whatever they wanted as soon as possible and leave.
Yes, let’s go quickly.
Cornwall didn't have much to covet, and even he, the duke, no longer had the qualifications to be a magician...
The Duke of Cornwall breathed a sigh of relief after letting his lady return to the bedroom. As long as he was poor enough, he would not be afraid of being robbed.
Thinking of this, the Duke of Cornwall sighed once more and cursed fiercely: "Damn monsters! Damn magicians!"
"When you want to curse someone, you should just curse them in your heart. If you curse them out loud, it's easy to get into trouble."
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in his ears. He looked up suddenly and saw a pair of deep eyes emitting a faint red glow reflected in the glass.
……
one day ago--
"If the crown decision is really initiated, Lord White Wing will not be able to protect himself."
Victor sat on a huge surveying platform, looking at the busy androids below. He had completely and forcibly controlled the Einzbern android team, and through physical and then forced transformation, he made this team work for him reluctantly.
"Let alone anything else, the magic army led by Barthelmero alone is more than the current White Wing Duke can handle."
"Ha, then we can reap the benefits..."
“And become the next target of liquidation?”
"Uh……"
Altluchi was stunned and stopped talking, but just frowned deeply. To be honest, she only knew how to pursue power, and she could never understand why human magicians and the church were so obsessed with destroying them. Or rather, she knew but still could not understand it.
At least, even though she was the child of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle and had inherited the True Ancestor's concept of "anti-humanity", she had never thought that she could cause the extinction of mankind.
The Dead Apostles do pollute the laws of this world and are poison, but they have tried their best to hide themselves. In modern times, the harm they cause to humans is not even as great as that caused by humans themselves.
Look at World War II, look at the Berlin Wall…
Look at the atomic bomb in the Far East, the concept called the light of technology.
The dazzling fireworks were so dazzling that not even she, Artluqi, could cause such great damage in one strike - she even thought that her father, Zhu Yue's Luoyue, was no more than that.
But it was useless for her to think, as the law of the jungle was most evident in the magic world.
Destruction never needs a reason, because it is easy -
Victor looked at the thoughtful Altluchi, smiled, and didn't continue speaking.
He hoped that Altluchi could figure it out on her own.
They can take advantage of the situation, but the White Winged Prince cannot disappear.
So, he won't be watching the show this time, quite the opposite.
"We have to keep him."
After we got our stuff.
Victor looked into the night, and the silvery and holy moon was glowing with a hint of red.
Kyle has been on the move quite a lot lately.
In other words, ever since he said he was short of manpower, Kyle has shown his own obsession and hobby - he is extremely keen on "opening up new territory" for Victor, well, in terms of the population of the Dead Apostles.
And after getting Victor's promise, this enthusiasm became even more fanatical.
……
"Every noble's ancestor must be a magician or under the protection of a magician, and this is especially true in Britain."
Late at night, on the Duke of Cornwall's balcony, the Duke looked pale and was sweating.
Victor's voice sounded slowly.
"And in modern times, the reason why a few ordinary people and high-ranking officials know about the existence of magicians is also because of this."
"Because they have inherited the right to know magic from their generations."
"But think about it the other way around..."
“Those guys who thought they were righteous and used ordinary people’s wisdom to eventually overthrow the mysterious rule and manage the secular world, in fact, never escaped the control of us magicians.”
"So, it's better not to say such bad things easily."
Victor sat on the chair where the Duke used to watch the scenery at night. He glanced at the Duke who was gritting his teeth and struggling with something, smiled, and looked out the window with his chin in his hand.
He and the Duke of Cornwall looked at the same starry sky.
But the feeling... is completely different.
"Wolf? What's wrong?" A gentle female voice came from the bedroom next door. It was his wife who had just left to rest.
This made the earl, who was hesitating whether to fight to the death, look even paler.
He fell to his knees with a plop.
This made Victor slightly stunned, and then he smiled: "Oh? He actually cares more about his wife... This is much simpler."
Just as Victor said, according to the principle that secrets cannot be disclosed, ordinary people are absolutely not allowed to come into contact with secrets. However, some of the upper class people know about secrets because their ancestors were related to secrets. These people generally continue to serve the mysterious world from generation to generation.
The main reason why the Duke of Cornwall alarmed Victor was that he actually had the qualifications and could even directly contact the Magicians Association.
This piqued Victor's interest, and he decided to change his plans slightly.
After all, he originally planned to infiltrate slowly, but infiltrating slowly...
It would be quicker to just ask the boss to surrender.
Right?
Victor thought, if he guessed correctly, the other party was really the descendant of a declining magic family, then he should have the ambition to restore the magic family and also have the physique that can carry magic.
However... the degree of importance the other party attached to his wife made Victor feel for the first time that his judgment might be wrong.
The other party might not really care about being a magician... but if he cares about his wife, then it would be easier to solve.
Victor didn't even say a word, he just kowtowed and begged for mercy, asking him to spare his wife, spare his family, and to kill him if necessary.
Victor was speechless.
"Did I say I was going to kill you?"
Why do most people always feel like they are going to die when they meet a Dead Apostle?
Victor was helpless. In fact, living people were often more useful than dead people. Most of the dead would not kill anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. This rule actually applied to criminals in reality as well, unless they wanted to silence them.
Even a guy as extreme as Lord White Wing tried his best to forbid his Dead Apostles from killing people indiscriminately - it's funny to say that the top Dead Apostles, the ancestors, never thought of dealing with humans, and they even helped humans eliminate the last True Ancestor.
Most of the predecessors of the Dead Apostles were also humans and magicians. In a sense, the Dead Apostles are more like beings sandwiched between the True Ancestors and humans. They are weapons, weapons that successfully rebelled and betrayed the True Ancestors. And this weapon, while now inheriting the status of the True Ancestor, seems to have also been burdened with the so-called "mission" and is beginning to be liquidated.
In this regard, Artluqi has his own opinion.
If humans really become extinct one day, it will definitely not be something we, the Dead Apostles, can do. It must be that they exterminated themselves.
Ah, far away.
Victor came back to his senses and saw the other person standing there in a daze. He raised his head in disbelief. Behind a hint of surprise, there was deep sorrow.
Don't want to live? Then what do you want?
"In fact, it's a death sentence. It will cost you the rest of your life."
Victor sighed. Well, it was not the church's fault for portraying the Dead Apostles as being too cruel. After all, the way the Dead Apostles reproduced was a little special.
If you get bitten, you will be forced to transform. If you fail, you will become an irrational monster. If you succeed, you will evolve into another mother body just like a zombie...
"I want your loyalty."
"what?"
“And all of Cornwall.”
Victor looked at him and said expressionlessly.
He casually poured his magic power into the glass behind the balcony. After a light mist appeared on the glass, a picture emerged like a mirror.
An ordinary civilian was being transformed by a Dead Apostle, and then a famous noble who was close to him lowered his head willingly.
This made the Duke of Cornwall stand there in a daze, and after a long while he finally uttered...
