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Chapter 690 Don't cheat or swindle
"Eh?"

Professor Tulsi, who was usually calm and serious, spoke in a voice that sounded like a cute, innocent girl.

As she watched the demons devouring Edgar, the only word that came to her mind was "Eh."

Hey, how did you die?

I just can't understand it. These demons should be strictly confined, so how did they escape?

Moreover, given Edgar's strength, he shouldn't have died at the hands of just a few demons.

Moreover, these demons are physically weak due to their long-term imprisonment; even a few old farmers could probably beat them all to their knees.

But at that moment, time no longer allowed Tulsi to stay in place, seemingly lost in thought but actually having a brainstorming session, because the demons were rushing towards her.

To improve her survivability and participate in the battle festival, Tulsi personally underwent a long period of combat training, and even her skills became much faster than before.

So when those demons showed even a hint of hostility towards her, she had already raised her magic wand and hurled several Radiant Stones and Swift Magic Shards at them with a speed that surpassed even American Iaijutsu.

Perhaps this should be called magical iaido.

Those demons were already physically weak, and when they encountered the magical Iaijutsu of a professor-level mage, they naturally didn't have time to react, and couldn't even put up a fight before their heads were blown off.

"Pap-ta-ta-ta-"

The demons' mutilated bodies fell heavily to the ground, splashing blood into the pools and onto the surrounding walls.

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Tulsi's expression changed several times, and finally she frowned deeply, gritted her teeth, and leaned in to poke Edgar with her magic wand.

The other party remained motionless and lifeless. Even healing magic was ineffective, as their body temperature had dropped to zero. Sending them to the resurrection house would likely be futile.

"Totally dead."

Her lips twitched.

Why did things turn out this way? A whole host of questions swirled in Tursie's mind, but she couldn't find the answers for a long time. Logically speaking, this kind of scene shouldn't have happened at all.

Fortunately, Edgar has already helped them decipher Eunka's most important research materials, and they can take their time with the rest.

Unfortunately, there were still many areas where Edgar's talents could be utilized, and it would be a waste for him to die like this.

"call"

Tulsi exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at the corpses lying haphazardly in front of her, and finally fixed her gaze on Edgar.

After staring at it for a while, her expression changed.

"That's what happened, Your Majesty. Younka's legacy was deciphered, but the decipherer died in an accident."

In the palace, the minister finished reporting the origins and details of the matter and then fell silent, leaving Bantou time to think.

"Really, that's a shame."

Bantou tapped his fingers slowly on the armrest of the throne, his gaze deep, and said:
"I never imagined that the demons would have such a use. Why doesn't Yunka make this public? If this information were made public, the alchemists of the Life School would definitely go crazy for it."

“Yes, I never expected this,” the minister echoed with a sigh, “I never imagined that demons could be used as the best adhesive for life fusion.”

The legacy deciphered by Edgar notes the role of the demons—the adhesive.

Life fusion is a category of magic, generally a field where alchemists excel. To put it simply, it involves fusing different organisms together to create a variety of new creatures.

Classic monsters such as chimeras and abominations are products of the fusion of life forms. Chimeras, in particular, have formed stable and fertile populations, making them arguably the most perfect masterpiece in this field.

However, other products are different. The monsters that are fused often have abnormal problems such as rejection, which eventually leads to various kinds of death. Even if the new monsters born after fusion can survive for a period of time and show some special abilities, they can only survive for a very short time.

Later learners of life integration were unable to replicate the miracle of the Chimera people.

Scholars have proposed many possible reasons for the failure, but in the end, an issue that cannot be ignored has emerged:
The fused monsters lack a stable center.

Just as building a house isn't simply about stacking bricks, but requires something like cement to hold them together, what fused monsters lack is precisely something like cement.

Scholars searched for many magical materials in an attempt to fill this gap, but in the end they were unsuccessful.

Until now, people have basically given up the search, and the use of the magic of life fusion has gradually changed from exploring new species to temporarily creating combat power in battle, and its positioning has gradually become no different from that of summoning magic and necromancy.

This was already a lukewarm magical realm, but who would have thought that Eunka's legacy would bring new surprises?

Each individual demon is unique, possessing immense inherent plasticity. This plasticity is weakest in old age and strongest in the period immediately following birth, before their bodies have fully developed their distinctive features. Incorporating them into a life fusion at this time can dramatically extend the lifespan of the fused demon, with a stabilizing effect beyond imagination.

These are the original words from Eunka's notes. It seems he must have conducted many experiments to reach this conclusion.

Another truth revealed in the notes is that the monsters that roamed the capital Blackrock City and other cities were actually released by him by accident, but this matter is no longer important.

The fetuses of demons have a miraculous effect on the fusion of life.

If this news gets out, everyone interested in life fusion will probably take immediate action and restart research in this field.

"Your Majesty," the minister said, "perhaps we can release this information publicly. That way, the magicians, alerted by the news, will surely capture a large number of demons, and the safety of the continent will be guaranteed!"

"The fetus has the best fusion effect."

Bantou said without changing his expression:

"Those magicians won't kill the demons they capture; they'll definitely cultivate demon fetuses for experiments. If a leak occurs, what do you think the consequences will be?"

He never trusted the reliability of magicians.

When dealing with any experiment conducted by a magician, one must first consider the premise that the other party will definitely fail; only in this way can one protect oneself.

The minister lowered his head, admitting that he had indeed failed to consider the matter thoroughly.

"Don't spread this news for now. It might be useful later. As for Edgar, bury him with the honors due to a court magician as a way of thanking him for his contributions."

He always separated rewards and punishments. Now that everything was settled, Bontou was about to leave.

But just then, footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a guard's report.

Tulsi arrived unexpectedly.

"Your Majesty, there is new information that may require your review. It was just discovered."

She took out a thin piece of paper, but her expression was very serious.

Bantou sensed the change in atmosphere and took the paper.

After glancing at the text above.

His face, which had previously remained expressionless, suddenly widened its eyes.

This contains the notes of Eunka, which Edgar finally deciphered.

Different individuals within the demon race also have varying degrees of strength. The teacher once said that if one could obtain a fetus with the bloodline of the Demon King, it might be possible to recreate the miracle of the Chimera. He said that he once had two fetuses with the bloodline of the Demon King, but unfortunately, they were not used for life fusion.

I asked him where the two fetuses were used, and the result was as I expected.

[As expected, these are the two experiments that transformed dragons and dungeon monsters into humans.] [After my teacher died, I took over his work and lived here, observing the progress of these two experiments. The results showed that the effects were beyond imagination. Excluding a few minor problems, this country has been operating normally to this day. The offspring of dungeon monsters created using the improved experimental method are even more stable than the offspring of dragons, and they are completely human. My teacher was a genius, an unparalleled genius. I dream of conducting such an experiment myself.]

[Suppose I could acquire immense power, enough to ignore the miasma of the Western Continent, I could capture more demon king descendants for experimentation. But what level of power would be safe?]

[For example, becoming a god?]

[It seems that the teacher also left behind relevant research materials, but they only remained at the conceptual stage.]

This time, let me refine this experiment.

The notes end here, and the results of that experiment have been witnessed by people.

Eunka is a genius; he actually managed to pull off that bizarre experiment, and he was close to succeeding.

But none of this concerned Bantowuyao. His pupils dilated violently, and he was thinking about only one thing:
When Yunka's teacher turned the dragon into a human, he added demons as a binder. Doesn't that mean...?
He clutched his heart abruptly and muttered to himself:
"Do demons still exist in our blood?"

Now that things have come to this, what exactly are the people of the Warrior Kingdom?!

If people only have dragons in their blood, they can console themselves and it's not a big deal.

But the demon race is absolutely out of the question; the implications are completely different!

Bantoo's beliefs are being tested.
Turci used a sedative on Bantoo.

Bantoo has returned to normal.

"No, this matter absolutely cannot be made public, it absolutely cannot be leaked!"

He slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne, panting heavily, and said:

"I must die so that no one knows!"

He dared not even imagine the unpredictable impact that would have on people's mental well-being if the news were to spread that he might still have demonic blood within him.

His gaze shifted to Tursie, who nodded and said:
“We will keep this a secret and swear an oath in the name of the magicians. This is too bizarre to be true; nothing like this has ever happened in history.”

What exactly did Yuenka's teacher want to do? If we're talking about the scale of the experiment, which directly impacted the entire Warrior Kingdom, he would definitely be remembered in history.

Confused, Tursie decided to return to the association and dig deep to find out more information about this person.

Bantou sat back on the throne, but he no longer looked so composed.

He really wanted to erase the memory of what just happened, so he could still immerse himself in the joy of the successful holding of the battle festival and not have to worry about these absurd things.

"You can rest assured for now, Your Majesty. The demons' magic detection has no effect on any of your citizens. Perhaps the demons have acted as a glue, but they will not affect your bloodline. The citizens have no connection with the demons. I will conduct in-depth blood tests on the citizens and strive to provide results in a short time."

Faced with the professor's words of comfort, the king forced a smile.

"I'm leaving this to you, Professor."

"Ah."

Tursie nodded and then said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Meeting Bontoo's gaze, she said earnestly:
"Please issue an arrest warrant for Edgar, treating him as a top-priority wanted criminal."

Issuing a warrant for Edgar? Isn't he already dead?

“There’s definitely something fishy going on. Someone like him couldn’t have died so easily at the hands of the demons. Besides, I had a slave contract with him. Although my contract expired after his death, I didn’t even feel it when he died. That doesn’t make sense of the contract’s effect.”

She made a very reasonable deduction:
"He may have faked his death to escape; we must bring him back."

A very reasonable speculation.

Assuming Edgar wanted to escape, although dying at the hands of demons seemed very unusual, the atmosphere of national revelry after the battle festival was perfect for escape. Moreover, he dropped such a heavy bombshell as the Eunka Notebook, which would likely plunge the Warrior Kingdom into chaos for a short time, thus keeping people from paying attention to him. By the time the chaos subsided, he would have already made his escape.

This was Tulsi's deduction based on her understanding of that guy, and it might just be Edgar's thought process.

"okay, I get it."

Bantou's face darkened, and his tone sounded like he was about to kill someone.

Soon after, Edgar's arrest warrant was posted and quickly spread throughout the country.

The land of warriors, the capital.

"Such a high bounty! That's terrifying. What heinous thing did this guy do?"

"If I can catch him, I'll never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."

People gathered in front of the bulletin board, discussing the wanted poster. At the same time, guards chased after several ragged men, creating a noisy scene.

The guards were arresting refugees from Scamelonn again.

Local residents are already used to this kind of scene, and have even started betting on which side will have the last laugh.

After a while, a refugee peeked out of the alley in a panic. Seeing that he had finally shaken off the guards, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, wasn't it said that everyone in this country knows about Mad Fire? Why did those unruly people immediately call for the guards when I went to preach and said I believed in Mad Fire?"

This person is a classic Scammeron, and what makes him classic is that he is flexible enough to change or even create his own beliefs for the sake of his own interests.

When these people are too eager to achieve quick results and lack a deep understanding of things, they often end up making things worse than they are actually done.

Like this guy who claims to believe in Madfire, even though he's heard that Madfire is known to everyone in the Warrior Kingdom.

But it seems they didn't investigate the well-known reasons behind the "mad fire" at all, and instead used the "mad fire" as a pretext to swindle and deceive people.

"That must have been a mistake. Maybe I just ran into someone who hates the Mad Fire faith. Damn it, I haven't eaten for four days. This time I must find a way to convincing myself to do my missionary work!"

The refugees were walking along the alley when they suddenly saw someone ahead of them.

His eyes lit up because the person squatting in the alley with his back to him was an old man.

Old men are the easiest group to fool!
"Hello, lost lamb, I have received a whisper from the gods and have come here to guide you in the direction of your life."

The refugee straightened his clothes and walked up, speaking in an aria-like tone.

To be honest, his tone was quite convincing, just like a devout believer, and his professional skills were pretty good.

However, the old man he had spoken to remained unmoved.

The refugee frowned, then continued:

"My god of madness and fire has brought you revelation, can't you hear it?"

This time, the old man finally reacted.

"What did you just say you believe in?"

The old man, Dorian, turned his head and stared at the refugees, hot blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In front of him was the mangled carcass of a large animal.

(End of this chapter)