It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"It's time for you to understand some secrets. The end is approaching, and the world will be destroyed in a few months at most."

he knows?

Tom regarded this as a considerable degree of secrecy. He thought it was a terrible secret that only the executors knew, but Philip seemed to have known the specific time of the end earlier?

"So you already know? Yes, she is more capable than I thought. It's not too late. I hope you have already received the gift I gave you."

What would a wizard like Ulysses Philip do when the end was near?

Why would he want to promote a great war sweeping the entire world?What is his purpose?

A vague answer gradually formed in Tom's mind, and he could probably guess it.

"I understand."

He pushed all the cards and chips in his hand onto the card table in one go.

"This is the answer to the three questions, or it can be said that they are different steps of the same answer."

Tom took a deep breath and connected the broken pieces of the puzzle, however absurd the answers it led to.

Although there is information provided by Ulysses Philip, it is indeed the conclusion he reached through his own thinking.

"You provoked the war as Napoleon III in order to use his status to influence the direction of the war and make decisions at critical moments."

"You let Val Farmine and the dark wizards of the Albion Brotherhood be active in the kingdom in order to let them serve as bait to confuse our sight."

"Your purpose... is to complete some kind of preparation through the great war sweeping the world. I don't know what that is. It is far beyond what I can touch at this level."

"You need a lot of dead people, but the death of these people is not your intention. It's a contradiction, but it's the only answer."

"Ulysses Philip, that's the strategy you use to deal with the doomsday! You don't want to sit back and watch yourself and this planet go to perish together, you have been using your own way to save the world?!"

There was a weird smile on the emperor's face, and at some point, the face of the middle-aged man with slender eyes and bushy beard began to become blurred.

A man in a bright red evening dress and a dark brown top hat sat on a high-backed chair with a mask on.His mummy-like body couldn't hold up the suit at all, and his exposed skin was full of burnt wounds and gray-white sparks attached to it.

He clapped gently in affirmation, nodded and said:

"Congratulations, you got it right. At this point, my plan is almost complete, so I'd love to share it with someone who can understand it."

"You used your own thinking to deduce this conclusion, and it is precisely because of this that you will believe and understand every word I say next."

"This world is about to end. The end comes from the starry sky and from our feet. Those invincible forces will wake up, and the irresistible existence will occupy the entire sky."

"No human can defeat them, it is absolutely impossible! And the true gods are by no means the allies of human beings, they will only let the disaster come in advance—"

"But even so, I don't want to sit still."

He stretched out his right hand and clenched it tightly to the palm of his hand with that dry, skeleton-like right hand.

"I want to hold my fate in my own hands, and no one can judge my ending in advance."

Philip's broken mask had a funny smiling face outlined in oil paint, and he repeated word for word:

"No one. No. Can."

Chapter 114 Choice

"What is your plan...why do you need so many victims?"

Tom still hasn't recovered from the huge shock. He never thought that Philip, whom they have always regarded as their enemy, is secretly preparing to save the world.

It was only today that he understood why Ella Williams entrusted all executors to have as much contact with divine wizards as possible, regardless of their previous positions.Because only people at this level can resist the doomsday.

"I'm not going to hide it."

Ulysses Philip knocked on half of the mask, and there were some tiny fragments that fell off, making it less able to cover the area, which made the man with dry skin not used to it.

"I've come up with a fairly simple approach to how to deal with apocalypse and catastrophe."

"The essence of the doomsday is nothing more than that our planet will be swept away by the wave aroused by the gods, and all living things and even all substances will be used as their firewood—but, do you think the tsunami can drown the birds?"

Philip laughed, and took out another intact mask from there and replaced it.

"Even during the time of the mythical Flood, a dove could fly over water for seven days and bring back an olive branch for Noah."

"However, even the mythical birds perish because there is no land to settle on."

Tom frowned and pointed out the problem.

"Correct."

Philip coughed twice, and cracks suddenly appeared on the intact mask.

"Unless we fly higher."

He glanced at Catherine inadvertently,

"You've seen my apostles and elect—I mean, alive."

"of course."

Tom answered in the affirmative.

Philip praised:

"They are an excellent race, capable of surviving in an illusory world that is neither physical nor spiritual."

"Even in our world, they are far superior to the aborigines here. They have powerful power, very special abilities, and can resist most of the radiation in the universe. The way the apostles replenish and store energy is also They are far superior to humans, they have a powerful learning ability, thinking and memory abilities that are more than [-] times that of humans, they can easily travel to the stars, there are almost no weaknesses and natural enemies, they are my most perfect creations. "

The apostles and the elect are Philip's creations?Although all signs point to this point, the meaning of his own admission is different from this speculation.

"This kind of creature is different from the family members and lambs raised in the Kingdom of God. It is a real brand-new life and an independent existence. They can breed brand-new individuals born with souls, and they are an absolutely complete race."

"The apostles and the elect are just the new postures that human beings should have, and they are also birds that can escape the tide!"

Tom was stunned.

"Apostles are...human?"

He always thought that the apostle was an abnormal creature that invaded the material world from the illusory world described in the data, and it was a family creature similar to the spirit of fire.

"Why, haven't you come to this conclusion yet? I thought you'd already found the answer through those biological materials and Val's remains—oh, that's right, that old lunatic Dmitry Dalton or someone else involved in the research A good alchemist will not announce the truth."

Philip laughed playfully,

"It's cruel."

"That will shake the foundation of your belief, and make you realize that all the monsters you killed in this long war were human beings, wizards and even civilians who voluntarily followed me."

"This, how could this be?"

Tom caught a glimpse of the brutal truth in those words, a crack in something that had always been solid.

"I have the ability to evolve humans into apostles."

"My plan is to let all life on this planet complete evolution in less than six months! At that time, all of you will have enough wings to leave this land, let us give up this world, Leave ruins and empty fields to ravenous life!"

"And we will get rid of the shackles of our old bodies and gain true freedom in the universe!"

His voice echoed in the conservatory, and the spring water in the fountain pond floated in mid-air and hovered into small transparent water balls.

Tom saw the butterflies flying on the plants in the greenhouse, shining in the color of moonlight, with human palms and five fingers growing on the insect legs under their bodies, and they fell on the branches and leaves respectfully bowing their heads to listen to the teachings of the Lord.

The little bird that landed on Philip's arrow rubbed against his mask affectionately, each of its feathers curved gracefully, outlining psychedelic lines.It looked at Tom Miller and even narrowed his eyes and smiled a little - it was just a bird!

All the lives in this greenhouse showed some abnormalities at this time. They were all intelligent life, and they were all the voters that Philip promised to redeem!

Ulysses Philip suddenly coughed twice again, and there was the sound of something breaking, and a crack spread from the corner of the mouth of the funny smiling face mask to his earlobe.

"Originally, I didn't need to have so many victims. After completing the second stage of armoring, I can completely cover the entire planet with the scope of the Void God Kingdom, and then complete the emergence of all life."

"But...cough, the strength of that Miss Williams exceeded my expectations. The injuries she caused me are still eroding my body until now, no matter how many substitutes I change, I can get rid of it no such effect.”

He took off the gloves, and the dry and cracked skin on his hands was full of wriggling gray-white sparks.

"This effect is even greater than the curse of aging that caused me a lot of trouble back then."

"As a result, I can't stabilize my own state, let alone adapt to the impact of the second stage of armor. It's like a hanging garden erected on countless small stones. Now I just keep myself from falling, and I'm already He did his best."

"Now I can only use the beliefs of the undead to transform the dead into the eggs of the chosen ones, expecting them to hatch before the doomsday - this kind of success rate is not high, perhaps only one-third of the undead can emerge from the cocoon .”

After saying this, he held out a hand.

"Okay, my venerable executor."

"You have won this game, and now you can leave alive, what are you going to do?"

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"After understanding all this, what are you going to do?"

Facing Steve who was in charge of the docking mission, Tom Miller recalled what the man had said to himself.

"Go back to your headquarters and report me, let the executive officer or the guardian of the castle deal with this weak enemy of mine? But, apart from me, who else among you has the means to save this dying world?"

"Now, even if I stop interfering in this war, because of the previous arrangement, it will not simply end because of the emperor's surrender-the probability that this war will develop into a major war is very high."

"It can be said that this is a choice made by human beings out of their own will, and it is inevitable that the torrent of the times will eventually arrive - what are you going to do?"

"Let magic enter the world stage openly, forcefully use its own power to intervene, use the threat of force to rewrite history, and let them enjoy a fragile peace in this last period of time?"

"Or, do you think what I, an illusionist, is saying makes a little sense, and it's worth observing for a while longer?"

"Tell me, Tom Miller, what's your choice?"

Consciousness is pulled back to reality by continuous calls.

"Tom Miller."

"Tom Miller?"

Not long after he left the medical room, the senior executive with an unusually pale face called his name again.

"exist."

Tom nodded hastily in response.

"Are you sure that there were no mysterious factors in the Sedan war, and you used hints to guide the emperor to sign a surrender contract when the battle was unfavorable?"

Steve looked at the report in his hand, and asked again with uncertainty.In his opinion, this was a bit too smooth. Could it be that the remnants of the Albion Brotherhood finally restrained after the death of their saint?

But the executor in front of him is, after all, a very reliable one in the hands of someone who can be used.There is nothing wrong with his resume, and he was even equipped with two heroic warriors in this mission to prevent accidents. In theory, there is indeed no possibility of failure.