Scientific Cultivation Of Immortals, Mechanical Ascension

And so, Hundred Year passed.

The time of the Hundred Year is enough to cause earth-shaking changes on the planet Shia, but instead of making it more prosperous, it adds devastation.

Seventy percent of Shia's land was involved in the flames of war, and the population dropped by more than half.

After Hundred Year's battle, Roy has been promoted to the Pope of the Holy See, the leader of the New Taroy Federation.

Magician Rank - Holy Magister.

Now the pattern of the Shia world has been reshaped, a large number of countries have fallen, and there are only two forces left, one is the new Taroy established on the basis of the Taroy Federation, and the other is Gutes, who has grown into a giant of Great Completion empire.

The Gutus Empire has captured seven Supreme devil armaments', while Roy only has five, including the long-lost two he struggled to recover.

At this point, all of the Supreme devil armaments' have emerged.

Therefore, the two sides also fell into a stalemate.

During the war, Violet Academy was destroyed, and a brand new academy was built on the old site.

In addition, Roy has another identity, the thirteenth dean of Violet Academy.

Compared with the lofty palace or church, Roy still prefers the atmosphere of the academy, so all matters are completed within the academy.

Near midnight, the second floor of a small building in the center of the college was still lit, but it was still much dim compared to the surrounding street lights.

Anyone who is familiar with the former college will definitely recognize that this house was built according to the residence of Dean Orlando, and even the interior furnishings have been restored one by one.

Just changed the owner.

Roy was sitting behind the thick nanmu table, reading the information from the front by the light of a single candle.

Behind the candlelight, he is still young, his appearance fixed before Hundred Years.

But the eyes became calmer, reflecting the dancing flames of the candles like a deep pool.

The rough paper in his hand was an intelligence document written in encrypted characters, which had just been delivered, and the raven hadn't even flown far.

In the war five years ago, both sides suffered a lot of losses, and the magic power in their respective Supreme devil armaments' was almost exhausted, so the battle slowed down a bit.

And Roy's old enemy, the holy magician Edilas of the Gutes Empire who had never met before, seemed to be dormant.

But the turbulent undercurrent never calms down, and skirmishes and conflicts continue.

And the last few battles, as the intelligence said, are a bit strange.

In terms of the overall strength of the army, the Gutes Empire is going to overwhelm the new Taroy, but in the last few battles, they have an absolute advantage, and they can take advantage of the victory all the way to annihilate the situation of the new Taroy army He went down, but suddenly withdrew his troops.

This is very unusual.

They seem to be deliberately delaying the battle, or waiting for something.

Roy was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the knocking sound and the shaking of the candle.

It was Noel who was holding an oil lamp and a cane, and walked slowly to Roy's side.

Although she is a magician, she is still a mortal body, after all, she can't survive the invasion of the years. Now she is an old woman with silver hair, and her life's experience is engraved on her face in the form of folds.

It's winter now, but Roy didn't light up the fireplace, and the room was very cold. Fortunately, hot tea was being boiled on the stove on the table, gurgling and steaming, and the mellow aroma of Sicilian black tea filled the whole room.

Noel turned over a teacup, lifted the teapot, and poured the tea for Roy.

Although she is old, her body is still strong, at least her back can be straight.

"Roy, it's cold, let's go to rest, long-term fatigue is not a good thing, don't think that you can be like this because you won't grow old!" Noel complained and cared in his old voice, "Just like Lena, with a whole body An old disease, when it flares up, you still have to rely on alcohol to numb yourself!"

As Noel said, Roy just lived a long time and did not become a superman. He would still be tired and sleepy.

So the tea he drank was getting thicker and thicker. If he didn't know it, he thought the teapot was cooking porridge!

Roy put down the paperwork, held Noel's slightly withered hand, and looked down at the wrinkles on his knuckles, "It's obvious that your hands are colder, so why are you getting out of bed so late?"

Seeing that Roy turned the offensive instead and started to teach her a lesson, Noel said angrily, "Didn't I come to urge you to sleep!"

"Hehe, go to sleep now." Roy nodded obediently.

After burning the paperwork in the small pottery stove for making tea, Roy habitually supported Noel and prepared to take her back to the house.

But Noel didn't take the leap this time.

Roy was about to ask, when he found tears in Noel's eyes under the orange candlelight.

"Roy, I'm old and I'm going to die, right?"

Noel's question already has an answer.

Over the past Hundred Years, Roy has never stopped searching for the secret of longevity, but he has not found any kind of magic or means to achieve longevity.

But he and Lena are two living examples right in front of them, but there is no progress at all.

It can only be said that there is a way to eternal life, but it has never been opened to him or to the entire Shia world.

Roy reached out to wipe away the tears on Noel's face, and comforted him with a smile: "There will always be a way, don't we still have time?"

Noel shook his head, but stopped sobbing, "Roy, anyway, thank you! Meeting you is the best life I can imagine."

Having said that, they haven't had much of a safe life.

It was obviously a sad scene, but Roy smiled happily, "Me too."

Infected, Noel also giggled, as if returning to his youth.

"You have to live well without me in the future. And if you live a long time, when Adilas is killed, the war will be won, and Shia will be able to return to peace."

"You can see that day! Believe me." Roy nodded his chin sincerely.

"I believe."

Later, Roy sent Noel back to the room, covered her with the quilt, blew out the oil lamp, and kissed her forehead in the dark.

And in the vase by the bed, there is a bouquet of fresh yellow flowers.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be such fresh flowers in this season. Roy cultivated them with all his efforts.

This is a kind of wild flower that only grows on the alpine grasslands of Eton. It blooms on the side of the road, and it is inconspicuous. People passing by will not even look at it more often.

But it was Noel's favorite flower when he was a child, because when this flower blooms, it means that spring is coming in Dapaya village.

...

Roy returned to his own room, lay on the bed, half of the quilt was lifted, and stared at the swaying light and shadow of the oil lamp on the ceiling, as if watching a weird movie.

Even though he was very tired, he still didn't want to sleep. Firstly, it was because of the complicated things in his mind, which made people upset, and secondly, because he was a little afraid of dreams now.

The person who called him Brother Su in the dream didn't appear again for nearly a Hundred Year after reminding him to "stay away" during the battle with Naga.

At that time, his heart was churning for a long time, as if the boundary between dream and reality was completely blurred at that moment.

But recently, he's back.

As long as Roy falls into a deep sleep, that person's voice can be heard from the depths of his soul, and now he can only spit out extremely short words, and the meaning is unclear, as if the "signal" has been disturbed in some way.

But Roy can still feel an unprecedented anxiety, despair, and even fear.

This feeling permeated the entire dream, as if it was going to tear his consciousness into pieces, and he would not wake up because of it. Until he woke up the next day, the aftertaste was enough to make him palpitate for a long time.

No matter how reluctant he was, the day and night of the past few days made him extremely sleepy, tiredness hit him, and his eyelids became extremely heavy.

In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.

That person arrived as promised.

But this time there seems to be a change again, the man's words became extremely clear, and an unprecedented strong emotion hit, "Brother Su, come quickly! Come to the realm of spirit and soul! I have tried my best, this is the last Chance!!!"

"The Realm of Soul..." Roy thought in a daze.

At this time, the feeling of tearing his soul hit again, the pain wave after wave, the only difference, this time it seemed to be directional!

Roy suddenly realized that this was not tearing, but pulling his soul somewhere!

Perhaps it is the realm of the soul!

Roy tried to calm down under the severe pain, and found a direction in the chaos, a point of strength to cling to.

But this process is like walking naked through the thorn bushes. There is no way out, and there is no way to find the direction. You can only use blood and pain to test.

There was no time in the dream. After an unknown amount of time, Roy felt that he was getting close.

At this moment, in the misty dreamland, a ray of golden sunlight suddenly cast from the sky, followed by an arm stretched out from nowhere.

Roy reached for it. At this moment, he inexplicably remembered a mural painted by Michelangelo - "God Created Adam".