Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 145: Post-Care Retreat
"Thank you both very much."

Three days later, at the European Magic Association's celebration banquet, the association's president, together with Taber, publicly toasted He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei.

"If it weren't for the help of our two friends from the East, we would have had a hard time dealing with the Dark Lord. It was you who saved European lives from being destroyed and prevented this disaster from further expanding."

"Okay, okay. We really don't dare to take credit for it. At least half of the credit should go to Brother Taber."

In such a situation, even He Songling did not dare to be too arrogant. He held the wine glass obediently and clinked glasses with the president, the principal and Taber together with Zhang Zhiwei. He then accepted toasts from many well-known wizards who lined up to toast.

"Yeah, you're right. I really learned a lot this time."

If Zhang Jingqing saw Zhang Zhiwei's current state, he would kneel down and kowtow to He Songling. After several failures, this arrogant disciple finally began to move in the direction that Zhang Jingqing expected.

After being defeated by He Songling, Zhang Zhiwei changed slightly, but he just sighed that he was not alone. Instead of being hit, he felt motivated to make progress and could not see anything around him that was weaker than him.

After all, the Sanyi Sect was also a world-renowned Xuanmen sect, and Zuo Ruotong was also a Xuanmen master who was no less than his master Zhang Tianshi. It was only natural that the disciple of Zuo Ruotong from the Sanyi Sect was no less than himself.

After this trip overseas, he saw a lot of hot weapons, as well as modern skyscrapers, high technology, finance, etc. in Europe and the United States, which had a great impact on his old worldview.

Finally, there are Taber and the Dark Lord. He Songling and Sanyimen were better than him, so he could still say that he was not alone. But when he came to Europe, the two foreign devils were also better than him, which made him sigh at the size of the world.

There are always people who are better than you, and there are always higher things. This is not just a joke. Although it was mainly because Taber and the Dark Lord were 20 years older than him, and Zhang Zhiwei was also confident that he could definitely surpass these two people after another 20 years of cultivation, Zhang Zhiwei would not make excuses for himself.

If it’s not as good as it is, then just practice well.

Wu Gensheng's words made the world think that Zuo Rutong was only a "real person", but they also forgot that how could the person who would be more powerful than anyone else in the future not be "real"?

"But you're very strange." Zhang Zhiwei said, looking at He Songling suspiciously, "Logically, you shouldn't admit defeat so honestly. You must find some tricky aspects to prove that there is nothing wrong with you. For example, the fact that the Dark Lord and Taber are more than 20 years older than you."

"Hush. Lao Zhang, don't make noise." He Songling used Qi to transmit his voice: "When we're done, let's find a safe place to talk."

The reception lasted until dawn, and the bigwigs dispersed one by one. If this kind of event did not exist in Europe, the banquet would have lasted for three days and three nights to celebrate the defeat of the greatest disaster in the European world.

Soon, the decision on how to deal with the Dark Lord came out.

Since Taber disagreed with directly executing the Dark Lord, and the two heroes He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei also wanted to keep such a powerful villain for training, the European Magic Association could not execute the Dark Lord directly.

Because none of them has the ability.

Using magic from a distance would not hurt them, and no one dared to fight them up close. If Taber and the two Orientals did not take action, the European Magic Association would be helpless for a while.

They could only find a high tower in Northern Europe that was built by the Dark Lord in his early years. He used this tower to imprison his enemies, and now it was used as a prison to imprison himself.

In this battle, not only was the Dark Lord captured, but his elite troops were also almost wiped out. The few who survived the poison of the Great Elder had their magic permanently damaged or were directly paralyzed. With the defeat of the Dark Lord and the death of his elite troops, no matter how fanatical his followers were, they were powerless in the face of absolute strength. They were surrounded and killed one by one by the European White Wizards. Some died in the battle, and some were captured. Those who were captured were tried and sentenced to death, imprisonment, or the loss of their magic power.

All in all, with the fall of the Dark Lord, his power gradually disintegrated.

The defeat was so devastating that in just over a month, the whole of Europe had returned to peace. The turmoil caused by the Dark Lord, who was said to be the most terrifying in history, seemed to have never existed.

"Old He, what on earth did you find?"

Outside the laboratory arranged by the Nisheng Group, Zhang Zhiwei and Boss Zhao paced anxiously. After the celebration banquet, He Songling immediately found Boss Zhao and asked him to arrange a safe place for him, and then began to retreat.

He didn't eat, drink or sleep, and refused to be disturbed by anyone. Nearly two months passed like this. Even Zhang Zhiwei, who had absolute confidence in He Songling's ability, couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Boom!"

The heavy stone door opened with a rotating mechanism, and He Songling, who was filled with Qi, slowly floated out.

At the moment, his condition was very bad. Although he was a body transformed from Qi, one could still see that his face was pale and his expression was exhausted. These actually didn't count. The most obvious thing was that his body, which was made up of a ball of white Qi, became gray and the concentration of Qi became very sparse.

Originally, his Qi-transformed body was so dense that it was almost solid, but now it was just wisps of green smoke.

"Lao He!"

Zhang Zhiwei was horrified and rushed forward to use the Golden Light Curse to cover his pile of ashes. Seeing He Songling's character, he was afraid that if he was a step late, this man would evaporate.

"Doctor, find a doctor!"

Fortunately, this is the laboratory of the Ni Sheng Group. Their current key project is biopharmaceuticals, and it is really easy to find a doctor. Not long after, John and his mentor rushed over.

But these two people were also at a loss.

They both studied internal medicine and surgery, and when they saw this person, which department should they treat him? Surgery? There's nowhere to operate. Internal medicine? This person doesn't have any internal organs or body systems, just a bunch of qi, how can they treat him?
Not to mention Boss Zhao, who urgently called for a batch of preliminary isolated penicillin from Fleming's laboratory. He stood by with the penicillin in his hand, looking a little at a loss.

This stuff is almost miraculous for bacterial infection inflammation. He knows the efficacy of his own medicine, but how to use it on He Songling? This person is not inflamed or festering now.

"Let's go, I'm fine."

He Songling took two deep breaths, his Qi body stirred, slowly solidified, and returned to his physical body: "Lao Zhang, you stay, I have a great discovery." He raised the small wooden stick in his hand.

(End of this chapter)