The Last Alchemist

The tree demon puppet only wreaked havoc among the crowd for less than a minute, but in this short period of time, more than 4,000 people were transformed into puppets of the tree demon by the destructive toxin.

Calculating at this speed, if the tree demon does not die, in less than half a minute, the remaining 6,000 people will be completely defeated.

In one minute, nearly half of the people were poisoned and transformed into tree demon puppets. This transformation speed can be called bacterial reproduction.

The unfortunate people with black and blue bodies stood there motionless like statues. Some of these people were fathers, some were wives, and some were children. In a very short period of time, countless families were damaged.

Even victory cannot wash away the great sadness in people's hearts.

"Mom~ I want mom~"

A little boy hugged the legs of a woman who was all blue and black and cried bitterly.

"Ah~ God, why did you do this to me? Why wasn't I the one who died!"

A man with gray hair knelt in the cold mud, holding his poisoned son in his arms, crying.

"Woo~~Woo~~"

There was a young man holding the cold body of a young girl, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hahaha~~Hahaha~~Hahaha~~~Your skin is so dark, so funny."

There was an old woman who was crazy, clapping her hands and laughing at a poisoned old man.

More people were silent.

Some stood blankly, some leaned against the wall powerlessly, and some sat on the dirt. Their expressions were numb, and there was deep fear in their eyes. They had not yet recovered from the strong psychological shock caused by the monster's rampage.

The monsters are so powerful and yet they are so powerless. In the blink of an eye, their homes fall, and in seconds, their loved ones pass away. They are the real ants. Faced with the twists and turns of fate, everyone, no matter rich or poor, noble or low, can only be ravaged helplessly.

More than half an hour later, Rosen managed to recover from the wound on his heart. Mobius and Fairman also regained their ability to move. Veronica also woke up again, although her face was as pale as paper and she could not walk. Stable, but life is not in danger.

The four people stood around Wei Ge's body with heavy expressions on their faces.

"Perhaps, I can try to transform her into an undead. If the transformation is successful by chance, she may wake up." Mobius whispered.

"It's useless. Her body was completely destroyed and all her brains were drained." Veronica shook her head.

"Don't disturb her and let her go quietly."

Rosen shook his head and rejected Mobius's idea. He gathered the fragments of Wei Ge's body parts together and lit a fire. The raging flames quickly devoured the body.

In the flames, the young female magician turned into a pile of ashes. The ashes gently flew away with the wind.

The four of them watched in silence.

After a long time, Mobius whispered: "Sometimes, I would rather die early. In my more than a hundred years of life, I have never felt the malice of this world so strongly! In this world, life... It’s meaningless!”

The voice of this undead was desolate and silent, like a lifeless wasteland.

Veronica nodded slightly: "Old friend, this time, you said what I wanted to say. Look at those mortals, look at ourselves, and then look at this city, passing away meaninglessly, meaninglessly Fall. If there is a god in the world, he is either too weak to stop evil, or he is the devil's agent!"

After hearing these words, Fellman looked helpless: "Hey, guys, don't be like this, at least we are still alive now, right? Isn't it a lucky thing to be alive?"

Mobius glanced at him: "I have lived long enough, and it is boring to me!"

Fairman looked hesitant: "Isn't it just a failure? Besides, we didn't fail. We won. Although the loss was a bit big, we killed the tree demon!"

Mobius chuckled and turned to point at the crying crowd: "Do you think the disaster is over? No, it has just begun."

Veronica sighed weakly: "Yes, the tree demon is dead, but there are still many, many monsters, as well as the mysterious big lord. This time, the sage is dead and the lightning messenger is also dead. Next time , and which strong man would sacrifice his life for this? No, I don’t want to see such an ending!”

"The big lord is here, let's keep doing it!" Fellman waved his fist. This action affected the injury on his arm, and he grimaced in pain.

"Haha~~" Veronica shook her head and smiled, her eyes seemed to be seeing an ignorant child.

"Hehe~~" Mobius also laughed, a sarcastic smile, a weak smile.

"What's going on with you all? Are you scared of being beaten?" Fehrman felt a little angry. He turned to look at Rosen: "Rosen, why don't you speak? Are you scared too?"

Rosen didn't answer.

He heard the cries one after another in his ears, saw the sad or desperate faces in his eyes, and was surrounded by a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Yes, defeated the tree demon and the big lord. One day, if you are lucky enough to defeat the big lord, there may be a stronger devil. He won by luck this time. Can he win next time?

"Can we still win?" he asked himself.

No one gave him an answer, but the experience of fighting the tree demon made him feel discouraged. The opponent was too powerful. A large part of his victory this time was just luck, and the bigger reason was because the tree demon was seriously injured and weak.

At this moment, Rosen's will was as low as ever.

"Rosen, are you really afraid of being beaten?" Fellman asked again.

His voice was so loud that many people around him were startled and turned their heads to look over. Their eyes were full of fear, as if they were afraid that these protectors would let go.

Rosen also saw these looks, and his heart suddenly shook.

‘Am I just resigned to my fate? ’

‘The enemy is strong, do I just admit defeat? ’

‘Do I just give up? ! ’

Rosen suddenly thought of his motherland on earth. He thought of those heroes and martyrs at the beginning of the founding of the motherland. They also faced countless powerful enemies, but they fought hard and struggled all the way, never retreating, never giving up, and never compromising!

By the time he traveled through time, his motherland had become one of the most powerful countries on earth.

The heroic deeds of the martyrs instilled great spiritual power into Rosen. He suddenly remembered a song on earth called "Chasing Dreams with the Heart of a Child". When he was in school, whenever he was feeling down, whenever he felt confused about his future, when the song sounded, he could gain the courage to move on.

At this time, he was experiencing unprecedented confusion. The familiar melody of the singing voice naturally emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but sing along.

‘Where is the world full of flowers? ’

'If it existed, then I would definitely go. ’

Rosen's voice was low, hoarse, and full of confusion. He sang out the longings of everyone present. The song was not heavy, but it hit everyone's soul.

Mobius' eyes were confused. He thought of his alchemy room in the warehouse in the dock area, and of the days when he pursued alchemy freely.

Veronica was stunned, and she asked herself: 'Does a beautiful world full of flowers really exist? ’

The singing continued, and Rosen gained strength from the singing. His voice became louder and louder, almost roaring.

"How can you see the sparkle of life if you don't persist to the end? Instead of lingering, it is better to burn as much as you want"

"One day it will sprout again. Being depressed after failure is a sign of a coward. As long as you have a breath left, clench your fists!" ’

Rosen sang in the common language of the North. After translation, the lyrics were not beautiful, but they still contained great spiritual power. It nourished Rosen's dry soul and the hearts of all unfortunate people.

At first, he sang alone, and as he sang, everyone started singing along.

By the end, everyone was roaring at the top of their lungs, and the singing was getting louder and louder, like thunder rolling in the sky.

During the singing, the people who were kneeling on the ground stood up and clenched their fists; the people with numb faces burst into tears; the eyes of those with confused eyes lit up again.

Where is the world full of flowers?

A world full of flowers is created with your own hands!

It's better to burn than to linger!

A true warrior, even if he is lying in the ice and snow, frozen into an ice sculpture, he will never leave his position and always hold the steel gun tightly in his hand!

A true warrior can be burned by fire easily!

Compared with these warriors, what are the difficulties he is experiencing now?

Rosen's heart was filled with enthusiasm and unprecedented fighting spirit. He stood up straight and roared angrily: "No matter how powerful the devil is! No matter how terrifying the monster is! We will never give up!"

"Never say never!" Fairman roared loudly!

"Never say never!" Many young people in the crowd clenched their fists and shouted.

Rosen roared angrily: "As long as I don't die, I will kill all the demons!"

"Kill all the demons!"

"Kill all the demons!"

More people stood up, young people, old people, and even children, all stood up and roared with all their strength!

More than 6,000 people roared together, their voices rising into the sky like thunder from the ground.

Compared with the despair and fear at the beginning, this situation is completely two extremes.

Mobius felt that his soul was shaken by the roar, but this time, he did not feel the slightest resistance. He felt that something strange came to life deep in his body.

Eternal life is boring because it has no meaning. But now, he finds meaning in Rosen.

Veronica was also deeply shocked. She did not expect that a mortal's roar would be so shocking to the soul.

"Rosen, can you really take revenge?" she asked softly.

Rosen nodded: "One person can't do it, two people can't do it, and ten people can't do it, but ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand, or one million of them, all equipped with muskets, can do it!"

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million Musketeers?

Veronica was frightened by Rosen's words.

Among the crowd, a young bard took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote quickly: 'In the dark night, his whole body was shining, like the center of the world. People surround him, worship him, follow his footsteps, and hope that he can create a beautiful new world full of flowers! ’

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