In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"Now, enjoy the scenery you've created."

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Chapter 697 Serim, who was severely reprimanded

Serlim sat amidst the ruins of the manor, gazing toward the city of London.

Even from several kilometers away, he could see the thick smoke and flames rising from London.

He suddenly remembered something and turned his head to search frantically.

"Arno, where's Arno One? Where did Arno One go?!" He thought frantically, searching among the ruins of the laboratory. "Could it have collapsed? Or did something else happen?"

He had a terrible, terrifying thought in his mind.

But he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to—

"Selim! Selim Zorgen!" Luslan's furious roar suddenly interrupted Selim's thoughts.

“…Huh?” Serim turned around and looked in the direction of Ruslan with a blank expression.

But then he saw a fist looming larger in his field of vision.

Bang!

"Uh--"

The tall Serim was sent flying by a single punch from the short Ruslan, crashing heavily to the ground.

Ruslan immediately caught up and punched Serlim in the face again.

"You—you inhuman! You utterly depraved—bastard!!!"

"puff--"

Luslan grabbed Serlim by the collar and half-lifted him up, his face streaked with bloody tears, and screamed hysterically.

Even now, don't you want to admit what you did?

"All of this! All the collapse, all the terror, it all stems from you—"

"This was done by you, Serlim Zolgen!"

He roared and punched Serlim in the face again.

"You haven't inherited even the slightest bit of Lawrence's greatness!"

"You are a heartless serpent, a maggot destined to live in the sewers!"

"You have never revered life, never respected life! So now, the lives you have created with your own hands are a mistake, because of you—you are taking revenge on this world!!!"

"you you--"

"You heartless, inhuman beast—!"

Thud! Ruslan threw another punch.

Serlim looked at his little assistant with blurred vision.

Blood and tears dripped onto his face. He looked at Luslan's hideous face, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't say anything.

He understood everything, everything that terrified him.

Ruslan released his grip, and Serim collapsed weakly to the ground.

He didn't even know what he was thinking.

Ruslan's eyes were stained an indelible crimson with blood and tears. He looked at Serim lying on the ground, spat, and then turned and left.

In any case, I will not shy away from my mistakes.

Even at the very end, even if you are about to fall into the abyss, I will still... stay by your side.

Lord anno......

Serlim coughed twice, wiped the saliva that Ruslan spat on his face with his sleeve, stood up shakily, and watched Ruslan's receding figure before spitting out a little blood.

Looking into the distance, the black smoke rising from London had already darkened half the sky, clearly indicating that something terrible had happened.

"Arno One..." he muttered unconsciously to the name of his creation, staggering as he scrambled to his feet, clinging to something in the ruins.

"Is it you who's angry...?"

He seemed to want to walk away, but his legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, where he happened to see his hands, still stained with blood.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Ahhh—Ahhhh—!!!"

He was greatly frightened, and suddenly, with a burst of strength from somewhere, he quickly dodged backward.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the bloodstains on his hands.

Nora Broer's bloodstains.

Bloodstains on Arnold I.

He was suddenly awakened.

"Did I do all of this?"

"I did it..."

"I did it!?"

He lay on the ground, looked up at the city of London, and at the thick smoke that symbolized disaster.

"Yes... I did it..."

His eyes dimmed.

“…Ruslan, you’re right…”

He slowly stood up.

"I am a heartless bastard who doesn't respect life..."

"I...how could I have done such a thing..."

Whether it was guilt or a sense of responsibility, it was what drove Serim's legs.

"This...hell...was created by my hand..."

Serim tripped over a piece of equipment, but he got up again.

"What...what have I done...?"

He began to run, toward the city of London, toward his own sins.

......

The magicians have arrived in London.

Outside of London, there are even more magicians.

They erected a massive magical array and barrier, enveloping the entire city of London.

Their responsibility extends beyond simply defeating this unknown monster; they must also minimize the lingering impact of the event afterward.

This is a matter of whether the mystery will be exposed or not, so all magicians are extremely cautious.

Lord El-Melloi, also known as Maximilian, was absolutely right. Arno is not at his strongest now.

Its magic, in both quality and quantity, is enormous and advanced, even capable of crushing most fantasy species and rivaling those named dragons.

But it's too immature.

It was only a few hours old, and there had never been a life as pathetic as it. It didn't even have instincts; it just used the magic within its body in a brutal way.

No matter how terrifying the magic within it was, it had no way to use it.

It is a beast without any reason, simply venting its destructive desires in a frenzy.

Its giant paw slammed towards a building, but a huge fireball suddenly smashed into its body.

For reasons unknown, it also possesses the ability to feel pain and angrily looks in that direction.

Then, people, many people, appeared—people it perceived as "threatening."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The monarch who inherited science, Monarch Bricissan, looked at Arnold I with some apprehension.

"This level of magic... everyone be careful!"

"Its appearance is so terrifying, yet its voice sounds like a little boy's. It's really strange. To be honest, I'm tempted to take it back to my lab." Monarch Gaius, the monarch of animal science, pursed his lips, looking at Arno-1 with slight interest.

"Let's talk about that after this is over." Lord El-Melloi sighed, glancing in the direction the monster had come from, his mood slightly heavy.

He had a vague guess, but dared not think about it.

The magicians launched an attack.

but......

A young man, who appeared out of nowhere, suddenly stood between the monster and the magician.

He happened to be blocking the path of a magic trick and was sent flying.

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Chapter 698 Lessons of Life, The Price of Life

Monarch Barthezello frowned as he looked at the young man who had been knocked away.

He sensed the young man's aura and gestured for everyone to stop.

"What are you doing! You're a magician too, young man!" Monarch Barthemello shouted. "Get out of the way! Half of London is in ruins! This situation needs to be dealt with!"

"Of course I know what I'm doing..." A hole was blasted into Luslan's chest by magic, and blood was flowing out, but Luslan still used all his strength to get up.