The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"Hoo..." Zha Luo growled, "I just want to retrieve something that belongs to me in Longmen."

But the other party completely ignored Zaro's words, just like he did a few months ago.

It's not that He can't communicate, He just refuses to communicate.

Then charge, bite, and kill the opponent.

The Wolf Lord was forced into a meaningless fight.

*

A week later.

"Do you know who the biker was who beat us that day? You left without even listening to me last time."

"You can say it now."

"It's Madam Wen Yue, are you scared?"

“It was a bit unexpected...”

"..."

The surrounding scenery was stretched into blurry afterimages, fleeting.

Driving at lightning speed on the road, Blood Demon and Penguin chatted intermittently.

At the corner of Longmen Street, two motorcycles slowly braked to a stop on the side of the road. The emperor threw a can of cold beer from the basket to Acardo.

"If nothing unexpected happens, today will be the last time I play around with you."

Accardo steadied the car, took the beer, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

Feather Pen had been waiting here for a long time and handed over a stack of test charts about the weapons supporting the power armor.

The warm summer breeze hit my face, making me feel particularly hot. Akado sat on the motorcycle, looked through the charts, and returned the quill. "The three-dimensional maneuvering device has passed the test, so the spring arm knife and jet acceleration device need to be developed quickly."

"Yeah," the girl nodded repeatedly, quietly waiting for Akado's next words.

"I'll leave the spring-arm knife to you," Blood Demon planned to practice his daughter's basic skills. The relevant drawings had long been thrown into the laboratory, but they were drawn by Akado based on the scenes in his dreams. If you want to apply them to reality, it needs to go through a lot of modifications and debugging, which will undoubtedly greatly exercise a researcher's basic comprehensive abilities.

The emperor raised his head and drank his empty ice beer. "Why, is it urgent?"

"I'll stay in Longmen for two more months at most," Accardo finished his beer and threw the empty can into the trash can. "Victoria has made some new moves."

"Okay, stop talking," the emperor suddenly covered his ears, indicating that he didn't want to listen.

"..." Akado glanced at the feather pen beside him, pulled the emperor up, and walked away a little further.

"The Regent has sent me an invitation letter, and the messenger is on the way."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't drag me into this mess!" The emperor slapped Akado's face hard with his wings.

"I didn't ask you to follow me," Akado said in his usual cold tone, "Please protect my quill."

"Ha," the emperor finally calmed down, "It's just to protect someone... You can rest assured that even if Longmen is hit by a natural disaster, your daughter will be safe and sound."

"..."Acardo's eyes were deep, and his scarlet pupils were like red wine that had been aged for a hundred years.

The emperor saw a kind of fatigue in it.

"Dude, you've only lived for a short time..." Penguin took a deep breath, "Don't be like this, you make me feel like you're going to die in the next moment."

"In many ways, that's true," Akado looked down at the indigo ring on his finger.

"Tsk, mineral sickness," the emperor smacked his lips.

"Every minute, every second, a dead soul dissipates in the world... and they all end up here," Akado put the emperor on the ground and pointed to his heart calmly.

"I always thought that hard-hearted was just an exaggerated adjective," the emperor murmured.

"My heart and intestines have already completely turned to Originium, and my stomach is necrotic..." Akado whispered, "The reason I can still stand here and talk to you and play with you is because there are people dying for me all the time."

"What about your immortal body? Can't you just remove your organs?"

"I've tried it, but what I regenerated was still stone," Akado shook his head. "I guess I can only live for a few years, or even decades..."

"That's not a reason, Akado!" The emperor was a little angry, but he still consciously lowered his voice, "If I think from your perspective, I can find at least five ways to survive!"

"But I'm tired of living," Akado said frankly, "How long does an ordinary person live? 60 years old? 80 years old? In the land of Terra, this is a rare longevity."

"And I've lived for more than two hundred years...killing has almost become my instinct, as natural as breathing. The scenery I've seen, the battlefields I've been on...ha," the Blood Demon didn't want to say more.

"My biggest wish now is to see Kazdel unified."

"The way you live, you may not see it."

"So I adopted Quill, and she will bear witness in my place."

"......" The emperor was silent for a long time, and it took him a long time to utter a sonorous and powerful word.

"(*Longmen swear)!"

*

In the laboratory, the air conditioner blows cold air, isolating the room from the heat outside.

Joyce was sleeping soundly in an armchair, wrapped in a thin blanket, with her long white hair draped over her shoulders.

The sun shone on the girl's face, burning her skin and waking her up from her sleep. She opened her amber eyes that were the same color as the sun, "...Starting the system."

"Startup failed..." She nodded her head, closed her eyes again, and the black down feathers between her hair swayed.

With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Hemer pushed the door open and walked in, placing a thick reference book on the desk.

"!" Joyce was frightened, trembled violently, and then opened her eyes.

"...System has started successfully." There was a hint of grievance in the smooth electronic voice.

"Joyce, you slept soundly," Hemer sat down in his seat exhaustedly, "I have been staying up late for three days."

"Apologies, system error caused me to fall asleep... The scientific research assistance system is online." Joyce took two reference books from the table, "Modern Fluid Mechanics" and "Analysis of Elastomeric Materials".

In the laboratory, a group of researchers, including the two of them, were working day and night to design the power armor type C.

Because of the need for large-scale mass production and low costs, extremely high requirements are placed on the selected materials and component structures.

Researchers at Rhine Life have tested almost all rigid and plastic materials these days, but none of them worked.

Apart from getting back together, they couldn't think of any other options.

As for the design structure...

The Blood Demon pushed open the office door and glanced around.

The researchers, who were originally so sleepy that they dozed off from time to time, immediately woke up. They all stood up and saluted and greeted Akado.

"People from the Engineering and Structural Engineering departments, come out with me. Everyone else, if you haven't slept yet, go to sleep first," the Blood Demon's tone was as cold as ever.

"Yes, Director!"

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27. Endless Death and Rebirth

"I shall die and die again to understand that life is endless." - Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds.

At sunset, he wore a black crown and stood on the top of the tower, in the center of the circle of silence. Dusk fell, and all sounds were silent. The tower was silent, and the king was silent. Only the iron discipline penetrated the void. The fireball of the sun descended to the horizon of Terra.

Dusk is a weak ear, vibrating frequently with the discordant sounds of crows. The crows are in the west, cracking in the amber fire. To the west is the bright red lava, erupting from the solar furnace, flooding the place where the Khan led the Nightmare Keshig's expedition that day. Today, tens of millions of souls from different eras are marching on it. To the east is not backlit, and on the hill county, the strict artillery positions of the Gallic Legion can be clearly counted. The Great Flame is in the south, and the white and straight one is the state road heading south. The same road, driving north for more than a thousand kilometers, is the vast and boundless tundra of Ursus. All of this, this circle of interconnected kingdoms, belongs entirely to him.

The dark ocean was surging at the bottom of the tower, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, looking cold and lonely.

He was the only one left in the world. The crows had roosted. The sun had set. He was left alone, suspended between memories and expectations.

This is his dead river and also his kingdom.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the darkness, and a tall, middle-aged man from Sakota walked up to the tower.

Sakota, wearing a white coat, a cross necklace and round glasses, looked like a priest leading the prayers of the faithful in a church. He walked to the side of Accardo.

"Why do you always come in and mess with us when you're in a bad mood? Why this time... do you want to die again?"

"..." Akado said nothing, but just gave a cold look.

"Okay, okay, I overstepped my boundaries," Sakota took off his glasses, sat on the top of the tower, and sighed.

The two of them remained silent until the red moon hung high in the sky and the stars dimmed.

"Can we really die?" Sakota suddenly asked.

"......" After a silence, Akado said slowly, "I don't know."

"So, what are you thinking about?" Sakota looked at him, "I almost ended your immortality... There are at least five people here who have forced you into a desperate situation."

"But every time... you always broke free from the shackles of death again and again... at the call of the demon king."

"..." Akado was silent again. He looked at the night sky and the stars, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Okay, Acardo, you are such a loyal and hypocritical fool," Sakota sneered mercilessly, "The so-called 'Devil's Edge', the most brutal caster in Kazdel, a monster made of blood, once the most pure and brutal executioner, but now he lives a more complex and mottled life than any soul here."

"I can see your memories... All the souls in the Dead River are the continuation of your life! You want to die because you hate this dirty world and feel free... Of course, this is not the main reason -" Sakota stood up, "A hundred years ago, when the first Sarkaz prostrated himself before you in front of Theresa, countless people knelt down. Some of them called you 'Blood Demon King', and some called you 'Deep Blood King'."

"From that moment on, you felt that you had usurped the authority of your master. You felt that you had violated the creed you set at the beginning of your life - to live for Theresa."

"Anderson, that's enough," Accardo said impatiently, "What do you want to say?"

"Look around you, Acardo," Anderson said with a helpless look on his face, "Do you really think you have nothing to worry about?"

"You just see that girl as a carrier of knowledge and ideas?"

"You love her, Acardo. As I said, your life has been more complicated than any of ours. You have become more and more like a human being. You are no longer that bloodthirsty monster."

Anderson seemed to be begging, or reminding someone, "Don't let that pure and innocent girl suffer for the rest of her life. Just as you love her, she loves and worships you more than anyone else."

"Take a good look—" the priest pointed to the Dead River below, "You thought you were consuming the souls in the Dead River every moment to sustain your life, but after ten years, how many people have disappeared here?"

"Subconsciously, you just want to keep yourself alive and keep that girl alive!"

"!" The tide suddenly rolled towards the world, drowning out all the noise and noise.

Akado opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of the room with a somewhat touched expression.

The moment he left the Dead River, he seemed to hear Anderson laughing, or mocking.

The room was quiet and no one would disturb him.

"like...?"

The Blood Demon whispered this familiar yet unfamiliar word.

28. Candlelight-like Feelings

Quill's bedroom.

The girl was wearing a thin white nightgown, curled up in the soft bed, rolling around unconsciously, her small hands grabbing the sheets, her delicate and beautiful thighs rubbing against each other unconsciously, her cheeks flushed, her slender eyebrows tightly furrowed, as if she was having... a nightmare?

Maybe it’s a dream of a garden full of spring.

It was not until the alarm clock rang that Quill Pen suddenly woke up from his sleep. When he realized what he had just dreamed about, his face heated up sharply.

There was a sense of stickiness in the smooth and white armpits, and the nightgown was slightly soaked with sweat, appearing somewhat translucent, tightly fitting the exquisite body, outlining the unique and fascinating youthfulness and beauty of a girl.

The cute feet are also stained with a little sweat, looking white and tender, making people want to...

cough cough.

Fu Jin, who was passing by the windowsill, could not bear it any longer. As a woman, she had to admit... Yes, Fu Jin was indeed a woman, but as a crow for decades, she had long understood that as a tool of the king, she did not need a personal life, and her gender was not important at all. She only needed to obey orders and perform tasks unconditionally.

A pair of beautiful white bare feet fell from the bed and stepped lightly on the floor. The perfect foot shape reminded her of the word "carved jade". The thin pink nails were cleaner and more beautiful than any manicure, like a jade with rouge on it.

The nightgown was taken off Quill Pen's body, revealing her graceful figure like a young girl's budding flower, and she walked towards the bathroom.

Fukin dared not look any longer, for Akado could find her at any time. If a servant spied on his master, he would be killed if he was caught.

In just a breath of time, the crows turned into black shadows and disappeared into the dragon gate of the early morning.

There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

Half an hour later, the girl was wrapped in a bath towel and standing in front of the dressing table, combing her short hair which had grown a little long with a hair dryer.

Then, after changing his clothes, Quill opened the door, thinking that it was still early and he could make breakfast for Akado himself.