Quadruple split.

Chapter 698 Freshmen
【Bad Star α·0.2 Dual-Core Prototype】

Manufacturer: Merlin/Mo

Category: Special

Faction: █立%#善█@&
Quality: Unique Epic
Synchronization rate: 31%
Health: 5800/5800
Mana Reserve: 38000/38000
Enchantment: Overload Elemental Furnace, Rampage Elemental Torrent, Out-of-Control Elemental Rise

挂载：【仿生触觉神经系统β·0.8】、【仿生听觉神经系统β·1.0】、【仿生视觉神经系统γ·0.3】、【低功率神经元】*3000、【高功率神经元】*20、【第七型人工突触矩阵】*5、【强磁生成器】、【拘束装置】、【奥能反馈装置】、【外挂式秘金充能装甲】、【连体式黑箱（浸罪污染）】

Dual Core: Luther King/Vacancy
Activation limit: any legal system occupation level > 40
Full activation restrictions: ? ? ?

Absolute Authority: Mo/Silent Prayer
Traits [I]: Soul drive, high-speed charging, elemental vision, sin overload

Traits [II]: NA/NA
Talent [I]: The limit of mediocrity, the elegance of a mage B, zero fault tolerance, multi-line processing A, position formation EX, hard work EX, sin overload (temporarily unavailable), in the name of sin (temporarily unavailable)

Talent [II]: NA/NA
Skills [I]: [Fire, Ice, Wind, Earth, Thunder, and Light six series of all middle and low-level regular magic], [Arcane Missile], [Arcane Barrage], [Arcane Nova], [Arcane Storm] ], [Strong Arcane Awakening], [Arcane Construct], [Arcane Boost], [Prism Shield], [Crystal Curtain Barrier], [Element Perception], [Elemental Rune] [Stacking Twin Stars], [Life Circuit], [Sinful Arcane-Blast Kill], [Sinful Arcane-Melting Soul], [Sinful Arcane-Disintegration Storm]

Skill [II]: NA/NA
[Remarks: Merlin's trial machine was improved from the legal system to an upgraded version based on the prototype of the evil star α·0.1. In addition to the indicators that have increased by more than 20% compared with the prototype, a whole set of expensive equipment has also been installed. The external armor greatly improves its survivability, and the black box technology as the core is transformed into a one-piece structure, which can support multiple cores for high-power drive at the same time, and the overall output is 200% of the original black box, and its defects are The difficulty of coordinating the soul has also increased significantly. In addition, the new black box polluted by the power of original sin cannot accommodate the core of ordinary specifications. Only souls that have also been "baptized" and have more than [-]% integrity can control it. 】

Life flows from the body at an unimaginable speed.
Everything in front of me became blurred, cloudy, and fragmented.
Not far away, the elegant genius held his staff in front of him and was saluting himself.
[It's an honor to fight with you, I'm Bart Garros, the great magister. 】

That's what he said, that dazzling genius, the Grand Duke who has almost everything he could dream of, the teacher's most proud student, a hard-working genius.

Well, maybe he didn't work hard on his own, but in terms of talent, there is a huge difference between the two.

Hehe, if you say that, you should be the one who feels honored, after all
I'm just an idiot who will choose the 'correct answer'.

"It's an honor to fight against you. I'm Luther King, a high-ranking mage, and a disciple of Farah Osis."

So I still chose the 'correct' answer at the last moment. Even at the moment of the curtain call, I didn't complain about the first half of the sentence to that hateful fate.

What a hypocrisy.
At the end of my life, I sighed in my heart.

"May the light of magic be with you and me."

The Duke, who is favored by fate, greets me. I can't see his expression clearly, but I think it should be pity, can it only be pity?
"May the light of magic be with you and me."

I tried my best to maintain the hypocrisy to the end, just because this sentence is a 'correct' and 'respectable' answer, but in fact, I know very well that I have never been illuminated by any magical brilliance.

Then, death came hastily, and at the invitation of Grand Duke Gallos, he pulled me into eternal darkness.
Whether it is envy or longing, they are all pretended.

In the last moment when my heart stopped beating, all I wanted to do was to complain, to complain about everything I could think of.

But I didn't. I decided to close my eyes in a 'peaceful' manner, maintaining the role that Luther King should play until the last moment, and closing those incorrect and embarrassing emotions under my eyelids.

No matter how crappy a mage is, as long as it is a mage, it will be fine?

Ah.
What a boring reserve.

Boring, boring, boring, boring boring boring boring boring boring! ! ! !

Those who believe this sentence to be true are the real fools.

Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot! ! ! !
I.
just such a boring idiot
my name is.
"Luther King."

The black box that had been completely extinguished hummed again, and the puppet that had collapsed on the ground roared hoarsely. It stood up abruptly in a burst of tyrannical magic power fluctuations, and turned its head to look at the two figures in front of it without jerky. [Bionic Visual Nervous System γ·0.3] has been dyed pitch black by some indescribable force, and the creaking metal joints on his body have been operating freely after a series of explosions, without any jerky.

And Merlin had already rushed to the magic crystal board next to him when the opponent stood up, staring at the constantly refreshing value on it, and ecstatically shouted: "The synchronization rate is 40%! 48%! 55%! 72%! 80%! We succeeded, boy Mo! 002 fully adapted to his new body, a miracle! A miracle with a success rate of less than 1%! Hahaha, hahahahahaha! Praise for knowledge! Praise for my mother Everything that can be admired! This world is so interesting!!"

"I understand how you feel, Merlin."

Mo smiled faintly, and then turned his gaze to the chaotic-looking [Evil Star α·0.2 Dual-Core Prototype] in front of him, and corrected him: "But from now on, you'd better call him Mr. Luther King , after all, the name 'Experiment No. 002' really lacks aesthetic feeling."

"casual."

Merlin said something without looking back, and excitedly took out two crumpled parchment papers to write on them, and said with a frenzied smile: "No. 002. Oh, what Luther King is that?" Our only high-quality finished product, let me call him the ancestor."

Mo smiled noncommittally, and calmly looked at Luther King who was raising his arm towards him. It was precisely said that it was a man-made creature driven by Luther King's soul: "This name won't take long, if it doesn't come out If there is an accident, you will soon get a new identity, Mr. Luther."

What answered him was a string of basketball-sized, pitch-black [Arcane Missiles].

A crystal with the same black brilliance quietly appeared in mid-air, swallowing all the dozen or so magic balls containing astonishing magic power, and then disappeared from Luther King's sight like a hallucination, leaving nothing behind. trace.

"The destructive power of high-level magic."

Merlin suddenly turned his head to look at the [Evil Star Trial Machine] that was in a sluggish state, tossing the parchment in his hand with radiant eyes, and muttered quickly: "The casting speed and consumption are completely low. The level of high-level magic, but the power is comparable to sixty-three high-level single-body magic, haha, hahahahaha, I really don’t pay attention to the law of energy conservation at all!"

"Sinner."

Luther, who recovered from the shock, ignored Merlin, but locked his eyes on the young man in front of him, staring at the recognizable mask on the latter's face, and through the neck A certain sounding device 'said' hoarsely: "Why are you here?"

"Witness the birth of a miracle!"

Merlin interjected frantically.

"As Merlin said, witness the birth of a miracle, Mr. Luther."

Mo showed a smile without much warmth, and said playfully: "Returning to this dull world in this way, as an aborigine in this world, although this experience is not the last one, but it is also worth it. It can be said that there is no one before.”

Luther's thoughts were still a little confused, but this did not prevent him from roughly guessing what happened to him, so he could only subconsciously ask, "What do you want to do?"

"There are many things I want to do"

Mo gently helped his mask, and said to the man-made object that Merlin called a work of art in front of him, "But for now, I just hope you like this little gift and cooperate with it in the future." The work of this Master Merlin, and then with a brand new identity, is used by me."

Luther was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You'll understand, not long after."

Mo walked up to Luther with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Bishop Bishop Osiris, if all goes well, you will get this name after the project that Merlin is currently working on is over."

Luther snorted, and a complex magic circle with a radius of more than two meters suddenly appeared under his feet, and a pair of pitch-black 'pupils' stared at the other party coldly: "Although I don't understand it very well, Your Excellency the Sinner is not really naive enough to think about it." Let me work under your command?"

"Of course, because you have no place to stay other than here."

Mo seemed completely oblivious to the large array of tyrannical magic elements that was close at hand, and just said to himself: "Mr. Luther, although I still like to call you that, but in fact, the high-ranking mage Luther King died a long time ago, and the existence in this body is just a lonely ghost. To some extent, it is not as good as even the most humble undead creature. Everything in this world I can't even accept you, and now you can't accept everything in this world, can you?"

Luther did not launch an attack, nor did he question Mo's specious words, but asked without emotion after a long silence, "How do you know?"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and then dispelled the heavy magic circle under his feet and behind him, closed his eyes and staggered back two steps, raised his fingers tremblingly and pointed at the ink, unable to utter a word.

"You guessed it, Mr. Luther."

The latter nodded slightly, and chuckled lightly with his hands behind his back: "Everything you can feel now after being reborn is the only meaning of my existence, or it can be said that my existence itself is the first and last, see Come on, you already understand."

"I don't know!"

Luther's voice trembled: "This is ridiculous"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, all of this is ridiculous."

Mo nodded slightly, and said with his hands behind his back: "So we should correct this ridiculous mistake, shouldn't we?"

After a minute.
"Yes, we should do that."

Luther lowered his eyes and stopped looking at those abyss-like black eyes, clenched his fists full of metal texture, and said with a fanatical sense of ritual in his tone: "We must do this, Your Excellency."

"very good."

Mo nodded slightly, turned around and walked out: "Check your body carefully. You have obtained everything that you could not have dreamed of in the past. In the next few days, you will assist Merlin to complete the next few stages of the project. That's it."

"Yes."

Luther saluted first, and then whispered as if he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, please wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

Mo's footsteps paused slightly.

Luther hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked a little nervously: "You just said, 'If all goes well, you will get this name after the project that Merlin is currently working on is over'?"

"Yes."

"So, who do you mean by 'you'?"

"As you expected, Merlin will tell you the rest."

"Yes!"

Luther stood up abruptly, and the high-pitched volume from the sounder almost knocked Merlin off the workbench.

A few minutes later, Mo disappeared at the exit of the underground workshop.

"002 No, Mr. Durkin, Gallows told me about you before."

While adjusting various values ​​on the magic crystal board, Merlin said absent-mindedly: "It seems that you and your very powerful mentor were killed by Mo boy, right?"

I have to say that this old man really doesn't know how to chat, so he remembered Luther King's name wrongly and didn't say it. question.

"Yes."

However, Luther did not show any displeasure. He just looked at the information about his 'body' on the magic crystal board with great interest, and nodded: "You are right."

Merlin laughed, turned his head and winked at Luther: "I thought you would work hard after regaining consciousness, but you just agreed to work for Mo boy so easily."

"Is it strange?"

Luther looked down at the old dwarf in front of him who was said to have built his new body by himself.

"I don't know, I'm not interested."

Merlin curled his lips, and said casually, "Just to make sure you don't have any resistance."

"You don't worry too much. For me now, Lord Sin is the real savior."

"Oh? What about you before?"

"."

"Mr. Lu Jin?"

"The old me is dead."

"oh, I see."

"Ah."

Chapter six hundred and ninety first: the end

(End of this chapter)