The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Despite the reluctance, the sacrificial ritual, the extraterrestrial life, and the forces behind Ars were clearly more important.

Ryan, on the other hand, had to go to Irkutsk first.

Once things are settled there, Ryan will return to the Holy See immediately.

Before leaving, Ryan specifically instructed Olena that the entire escort process must be kept secret, and that Ars must never be taken to the Trial Council.

Instead, it was delivered directly to the Knights of the Morning Star and personally handed to Elsa.

At the same time, Ryan also told Olina to remember what he had said the night before.

The key to defeating the extraterrestrial life forms lies in breaking through their powerful magic-suppressing shell.

High-level magical tools with multiple attribute modules will become the key to the next stage of the battle against extraterrestrial life.

Both Ryan and the Vatican must plan ahead.

Before other extraterrestrial life forms appear, the Holy See must minimize its impact by collecting a large number of powerful magical artifacts scattered around the world, as well as summoning exceptionally skilled blacksmiths.

After explaining all this, he shared a long, passionate kiss with Olina before reluctantly leaving.

After watching Olina leave, Ryan boarded the lightship and headed straight for Irkutsk.

Actually, he really wanted to accompany Olena back to the Papacy.

However, he had more important things to do right now than accompanying Olina.

The appearance of extraterrestrial life is undoubtedly a near-destructive catastrophe for this world.

If Ryan hadn't arrived in time, Orina and the others wouldn't have been able to defeat him on their own.

In that time, Orina will die, and Lydia and Sugar will die too. And after their deaths, the Outland life will spread fear and death across the vast land.

Magadan will soon become a ghost town. And what's truly despairing is that this is only the beginning.

The corruption will inevitably spread outwards, and if the elite members of the Church, represented by Olina and Lydia, cannot defeat the enemy, then the soldiers and mages of the four nations alone are even less likely to defeat it.

At that time, the alien life forms will bring corruption and slowly sweep across the entire world.

That will be the time when true disaster strikes.

You can't do it all by yourself.

This is the conclusion Ryan came to.

If the extraterrestrial life forms appear one by one, then even with effort, Lionnu can still catch up.

However, if several enemies appear each time, and they appear randomly all over the world, then even if Ryan can create clones, he won't be able to keep up with them all.

Therefore, what Ryan needs to do is to give the human world the means to counteract extraterrestrial life.

This includes, but is not limited to, the forging of magical tools, how to fight in the Corrupted Lands, and popularizing basic knowledge about extraterrestrial life among the general public to eliminate people's fear of such unknown life forms.

The Auguston Empire was skilled in forging and also possessed abundant mineral resources.

Ryan is going to Irkutsk to meet Tracy.

Besides the longing in my heart, I also want to talk to her about the blacksmith.

He urgently needs to recruit some outstanding craftsmen.

Of course, we also need to deal with the time bomb in Yvette's chest.

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Magadan, inside the city lord's mansion.

In the dimly lit corridor, the young man's wailing echoed.

Countless servants stood on both sides of the corridor, their faces pale and trembling as they listened to the heart-wrenching wails.

Servants kept bringing hot water and towels into the room.

When they came out, the hot water in the basin had turned into blood, and the clean towels were stained red with blood.

Most importantly, their hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

The moment they stepped out of the room, they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had finally escaped from hell.

I do not know how long it has been......

The wails gradually subsided, and several healers covered in blood emerged, their faces grim.

Who is the housekeeper?

An elderly man hurried over, his face filled with anxiety.

The doctor sighed and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.

"Lord Alvin's leg is beyond saving. We had no choice but to amputate it and stop the bleeding."

Upon hearing this, the butler's knees buckled, and he knelt down on the ground.

The servants around couldn't help but gasp.

Soft sobs could be heard from the crowd.

The doctor shook his head and continued.

"Furthermore, in order to facilitate Lord Alvin's daily activities in the future, I suggest that you immediately prepare some auxiliary tools."

"For example, canes and wheelchairs."

"Apply painkillers to Lord Alvin every half hour. Also, try not to talk to him about his feet."

“This will upset him.”

After saying that, he left without looking back.

They had been working all night and were exhausted, desperately needing rest.

Before the doctors disappeared at the end of the corridor, the old butler and a group of servants entered the room.

Alvin was lying in bed, covered with a thick quilt.

The outline of the blanket revealed that Alvin's legs had been amputated.

Alvin was covered in cold sweat, his hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Spencer died, so many of his soldiers were slaughtered, and he even lost his own legs.

The outcome of this battle can only be described as a crushing defeat.

But despite such a tragic defeat, Alvin's will was not broken.

Deep within his heart lay a burning rage capable of incinerating everything.

It was this anger that allowed him to remain rational after enduring pain that most people could not bear.

Before the butler could speak, Alvin spoke first.

"housekeeper......"

"Help me draft a document..."

The old butler couldn't bear to look at Alvin's miserable state any longer, so he quickly brought over paper and pen, his hands trembling with heartache.

Alvin gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Thiel Alvin, and Magadan City, from this moment on, officially withdraw from the King Selection Ceremony. Any member of the Thiel family, regardless of who they are, can take my head at any time."

"but......."

At this point, Alvin coughed violently a few times.

The maid hurriedly brought hot water, but Alvin pushed her away.

His knuckles had turned white from exerting too much force, but his voice remained strong and clear.

"but."

"They must help me complete my revenge!"

"At the same time, in my name, I hereby declare to the entire empire that anyone who can provide information about Ars will be rewarded with one hundred gold coins! The reward will increase depending on the importance of the information!"

"The city of Magadan, and me, Thiel Alvin, from this moment on, have only one goal..."

"Kill Ars and destroy the forces behind Ars!"

The old steward shakily wrote down the entire message and handed it to the attendant beside him.

"Lord Alvin, I have finished writing, so please rest now..."

"No..." Alvin gritted his teeth, struggling to support his upper body: "Help me down!"

"I still have things to finish!"

The old housekeeper was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, and he rushed over to help him up.

"Lord Alvin!"

"Please rest for now, we can discuss anything else tomorrow..."

"No!"

Despite the pain, Alvin spoke with unwavering conviction, leaving no room for argument.

"I'm going to visit those soldiers... who escaped from Hanshan Town."

"Let's go now..."

The old butler had served Alvin for many years and knew that this seemingly thin and weak young man was actually strong-willed and stubborn.

Once he's made up his mind about something, he will never change it.

Left with no other choice, the old butler could only take a few personal attendants and help Alvin to the military camp.

A place that usually takes ten minutes to get to took them a full hour today.

During the process, the painkillers on Alvin's severed leg lost their effect.

The intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his face to turn pale, and his lips to tremble.

The servant who was helping him up had his shoulders mangled and bloodied by Alvin's grip, but he didn't utter a single pathetic groan.

The biting wind blew mercilessly against Alvin's thin body.

The clothes, already soaked, offered absolutely no protection against the cold.

The bone-chilling cold and the pain in his legs did not extinguish the anger in his eyes.