The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"Oh, by the way, those about the emperor..." The Blood Demon glanced at the wine bottle in his hand. This was a rare special supply for the Gallic royal family. The penguin had spent a lot of money on it.

"Okay, okay," Skadi waved her hand, "I know what you mean. Just think of it as a joke between me and him?"

She was very straightforward, "Of course no problem, do you want those dark histories?"

Akado will never give up any resources he can get, but some things are the bottom line.

Most of his friends had died long ago, and those who were still alive and able to walk could be counted on one hand only.

Friendship is not reliable, betrayal and rejection can always be seen.

It is undeniable that friendship is indeed precious. At least, it is the most reliable emotion besides blood ties and interests.

A true friend is simply someone who shares the same interests and aspirations as you. There will often be no sharp conflicts or disagreements between you in various fields or courses of action.

There are no numerous responsibilities to bear, just getting along with each other is rewarding.

How did Akado and the Emperor become friends...

He looked at the bright red liquid swaying in the glass.

It was probably a life-and-death battle that made each side recognize the other's military strength.

Then, there was a plan to assassinate the Witch King...

A moody penguin who is self-centered and only cares about entertainment. This is Accardo's objective evaluation.

A red-eyed man with a head full of old and decadent ideas of loyalty and righteousness. This is the emperor's sarcasm.

*

The setting sun hung in the gaps between the tall buildings, swaying with the light of dusk. Then, the night gradually spread, and the bright light of the morning sun gradually faded, melted, and disappeared. And then came the desolate and bleak atmosphere of dusk.

Miss Nian was squatting outside the villa, with a large pool of water under her body. Perhaps she was in a bad mood and was too lazy to control her body temperature more carefully, so she just melted the snow.

Accardo drove and picked up the girls who had been playing outside for an afternoon.

"What are you doing again?"

He was a very busy man today, taking care of several troublesome guys.

Nian didn't say anything, he was just in a daze.

"How's the filming going?" Akado went up to finish off the attack.

Of course he knew that Nian was planning to make a movie... As early as in Rhodes Island, he heard that this guy produced several weird movies in one go, and the reputations of the operators were all weird.

Nian had a dark face, squatted on the ground, and said nothing.

Obviously, he is autistic.

Probably because, ever since the script was released, all the actors who had been scheduled for talks have left.

A bunch of guys who don't know how to appreciate art... She gritted her teeth.

Without actors, it means her movie is completely doomed.

Because I have already tried submitting my manuscripts to publishing houses or film companies, and even went to the crew in person to recruit people.

But apart from some directors or scoundrels who coveted her looks and had ulterior motives, the rest of the guys basically started running away as soon as they read the script.

After being subjected to all kinds of shameless harassment and inquiries one after another, Miss Nian completely lost her confidence.

She just wanted to make a movie, not to seek a mate... Why were these guys trying to disrupt her plans as if they had never seen a woman before?

Oh, he did become a bit of a name in the Colombian entertainment industry.

Everyone knows that there is a "director" with a terrible script, weird aesthetics, but great looks who wants to make a movie.

So those who were a little self-confident and capable came up to try to "help when the time is right"...trying to use dreams as a bargaining chip to ask Nian to do something not so good. It was simply a replica of the darkness of the entertainment industry written in her script in reality.

The only difference is that she will go to jail after chopping people down.

But the heroine in the script doesn't need that.

Hey.

She sighed deeply and had to change the script.

As for giving up her hobby of being a film director, she had never even thought about it.

What is there to say?

I advise you not to direct... Oh, wrong, wrong, it should be -

I'm the guide, don't advise me.

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124. Don’t be like Adam

"In my hometown of Kazdel, besides the Demon King, there are ten great royal courts that govern the entire country..."

Akado sat beside the bed and told Ifrit a story.

Oh, the "story" here is not a literary genre, but a fact that actually happened in the past.

"Stonewing Demon, Banshee, Lich... and Balrog."

Akado looked at Ifrit, and through artistic embellishment, he slowly described the most cruel and desperate war era in words that the little girl could understand.

He did not talk about political stance or the nature of the war, nor did he discuss right or wrong. He simply vividly pointed out the identities of the Terran countries as invaders at the time, and the desperate resistance of the Kazdel people.

Because of a series of negative effects caused by the "chimera experiment", Ifrit's mental development lags far behind his peers, who are probably 8 to 10 years old... This is someone who was "invited" from Tremont Polytechnic Institute by the former director of the Structural Department.

And war is naturally where miracles happen.

She happened to be lively and naughty, so she was naturally quite interested in these "heroic legends".

"When the first Iberian vanguard troops broke into Wimpet, their heavy artillery smashed the city gates. The Inquisitors abandoned their due responsibilities and slaughtered people in the city with Originium hand cannons that imitated Lateran's Guardian Guns. They used the gifts given by the deep sea for conquest and plunder," Akado continued. "Coincidentally, an outpost of the Royal Court Army passed by here, led by a young scavenger. In the future, he will take on the glory of the entire race and become the master of the Scavenger Royal Court."

"Then, the King of Scavengers will..." Ifrit daydreamed.

"The Scavenger King did not choose to fight. He led a large army to support the capital city that was about to fall. Only a vanguard group of less than 20 people remained in Wimbit."

"It should have been just a delaying operation. Everyone had already prepared to be abandoned. However, in the battle with an absolute disparity, an unprecedented miracle happened - in a war of 20 versus 2000, the Sarkaz won."

"A legendary warrior almost turned the tide and changed the outcome. He burned the rivers, melted the warships, and crushed the march of thousands of people. He represented the Fire Demon Court, one of the Ten Courts of Kazdel."

Akado took a metal box from the assistant beside him and opened it. Inside was a glass bottle filled with a crimson oily liquid. He put the glass bottle into the groove of the gun-shaped syringe and looked at Ifrit. "And now, hundreds of years have passed, and the legendary Balrog is living in your body, living here."

He shook the syringe in his hand. "The Fire Demon Court has long been extinct, but if you become a new Fire Demon, you may be able to grow into a heroic figure like in the story—"

Ifrit's expression suddenly turned pale, and it was obvious that she didn't like injections, especially this kind of potion containing the Fire Demon Fragment Processing Agent.

"Let's take an analogy. If Researcher Hemer is kidnapped by a group of gangsters outside, and you happen to be nearby..."

"I'm going to defeat those bad guys! Save Hemer!" Ifrit shouted without hesitation, she even ignored the syringe beside her.

"But you have no strength," Accardo pulled up her skinny arm, "Look at yourself, you can't even hold a few books, and you want to defeat a group of adults with bad intentions?"

Ifrit's eyes widened. "What if..."

"If you become a fire demon, you are not afraid of those big guys covered in metal at the door, so why are you afraid of not being able to beat ordinary people with bare hands?" Akado persuaded, "Think about it, as long as you endure a little pain occasionally, you can have the power to protect Hemer..."

"I want to be a fire demon!" Ifrit swallowed her saliva. She nervously glanced at the syringe in Akado's hand, then closed her eyes, looking ready to sacrifice herself. "Come on! I'm not afraid of pain!"

Akado nodded with satisfaction. It turned out that this little girl was very malleable. By slowly letting her take over the inheritance of the Fire Demon, she could complete the transformation of her racial nature safely and harmlessly.

What Rhine Life got could not be the corpse of the Fire Demon Lord...that thing had long been blown to ashes by the Gauls' artillery fire.

But the souls of the destroyed Fire Demons still flow along the Source Stone and the remains of each of their compatriots.

Therefore, as long as Ifrit can become a true Balrog, the knowledge and memory of the entire tribe will be at her disposal. Regardless of whether her bloodline is pure or ancient, she is destined to be the only pure blood and the well-deserved Lord of the Royal Court.

However, the prerequisite for all this is that the little girl must be able to withstand the glory and anger of those warriors, must understand the meaning of the crown, and even understand the hatred that has been wandering for thousands of years.

Akado looked at Ifrit who had fallen asleep under the effect of the sedative, and he left the ICU.

A group of researchers rushed out and took the experimental subject to lie on the operating table. They needed to detect the changes in the various systems in Ifrit's body and prevent the recurrence of "out-of-control rampage" incidents.

......

The Blood Demon was still wearing the same crimson suit, and the wind and snow hit his skin, bringing a biting cold.

Even if Huafalin, who is also a pure-blood, came here, he would inevitably shiver from the cold, and his life would be in danger if he stayed here for a long time.

But Akado was different. He ignored the cold temperature and his blood flowed according to his thoughts all the time.

The heart, which had already crystallized, was no longer able to pump blood.

The fact that Akado can stay alive, walk freely, and even maintain the activity of his other organs is entirely dependent on his superb control of blood.

If rosemary is a master of magic created by science, it integrates magic into instinct.

Akado used the most primitive way of learning, groping and exploring, and through countless journeys between life and death, he engraved the spell of controlling blood into the rhythm of breathing.

He has already polished this blood demon's body to the limit, and no progress can be made in either physical functions or pseudo-talent spells.

Fortunately, Ore disease and Originium technology gave him more room to strengthen himself.

As Akado walked in the snow, he couldn't help but think of the dream called cyberpunk he had some time ago.

Prosthetics?

He thinks, if he were like those cyberpunk psychopaths... No, that can't be done.

Terra simply cannot create mechanical objects that can replace flesh and blood tissue.

If this could be achieved, oripathy would no longer be an incurable terminal illness.

Full body mechanization.

Akado sneered, Adam Hammer?

He took into account the level of materials science on Terra and the intensity of the battles he might face at any time.

Even if it was D32 steel, what would it matter? If one was not good at casting spells, one would still be unable to resist those treacherous spell attacks.

Wait, full body machinery...

Perhaps he could try to use active metals, demon corpses, and his own Originium skills to create a mechanical humanoid that could resist the Absolutioner.

That's right, it's against the Pardoner.

The Pardoner has always been the royal advisor of Kazdel, and has mastered many secret and unknown spells. Even Akado is unwilling to try them out himself.

The Dead River can allow him to be reborn again and again, but it cannot make him immune to those illusory curses.

It is inevitable that disaster will be brought to the young heirs.

The current Pardoners are on the same side as Theresa...Acardo doesn't want to care whether they are suspected of being undercover agents. From the moment he noticed Theresa's "resurrection", there has been an irreconcilable hatred.

A high-strength mechanical soldier equipped with evil magic and Akado's own magic would surely be able to test out the cards of those treacherous ministers who wear sheep-head masks all day long.

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125. Oh, it's a small fan

I wonder if you still remember the two Sicilians in Longmen...

"I don't remember," Texas said calmly, drinking his juice.

"Well, actually, I don't know who they are," Exiah stood against the wall and yawned. There was not much business recently, so she played games with Croissant all night. She slept all morning and just woke up. She was called to the base by the Emperor before she had lunch.

[Penguin Logistics Temporary Supply Point], a plaque like this is hung outside the detached small bungalow.

Croissant was lying on the sofa in dishevel, reaching his hand into his sweater to scratch his white, flat belly. "It seems like they want us to send two people to Syracuse."

"Correct!" The emperor trotted out of the kitchen, skillfully performing a penguin slide on the smooth ground with his bulging belly, and then stood up gracefully, "Your mission is to send Mr. Capone and Mr. Gambino next door back to Syracuse safely."

"Well, why can't we ask a messenger for them?" Archangel raised his hand, unwilling to take the trouble.

"Because you still have to send something to Syracuse. To be precise, sending someone is just a by-product," the emperor kicked the safe open, and the frosted lock core broke and fell to the ground.

He took out a thick envelope, weighed it, and then slapped it on Archangel's thigh... Damn, he originally wanted to hand it to Archangel, but he was not tall enough.

"Let me guess, it's that blood demon in the red suit again."

"No reward for guessing correctly." The emperor began to drive people away with a grunt, "Now that you know the mission, get going quickly. The client is in a hurry."

Texas was a little confused, "I want to go too?"