Planner of Age of Heroes

Perhaps this is a bit of an overestimation of this incomplete being, which can dissolve all the light of life and successfully dissolved the Gorgon entrenched on the island, turning it into a part of the goddess' temple.

After laughing wildly for a while, Gorgon closed his mouth with a somewhat dejected look in his eyes. However, after destroying the existence in front of him, he did feel a little relieved in his heart, which he had always hated. That man was really scary. He could actually see through his heart.

With the death of this mother of gorgons, the Gorgons will no longer take other gorgons seriously. As for the other gorgons, even these humans can easily deal with them.

The monster appeared briefly and disappeared without a trace. The Gorgon, wearing white clothes and looking a bit like a goddess, returned to everyone's sight.

"Hey, you humans who disgust me, since I have solved such a big problem for you, it is reasonable to ask you for some compensation. Of course, if you refuse, I don't mind using your bones to decorate my temple."

Gorgon didn't intend to wait for their answers, but just twisted his body slightly, "Give me an island far away from humans, with better scenery, ah... I'll choose it myself. Before coming here, I've already picked one. Don't let anyone disturb me if there's nothing else, otherwise you have to be prepared to become an embellishment of my temple now, understand?"

After saying this, Gorgon turned around, gradually folded his wings, and sank into the sea, leaving the humans present to clean up the incident.

After seeing this situation, the commander standing on the stone slowly knelt on the ground, holding his face with his hands and crying. It was not because they were about to lose the island, but because they had finally saved the country, although it was only temporary. After all, they would face more dangerous situations in the future.

But as a patriotic soldier, nothing could make him happier than this.

As for allocating an island to this powerful goddess, let's call her a goddess, the Greek officials had nothing to feel bad about. After all, this way, there would be five great ancestors descended from their country... Well... As we all know, there are five Gorgon sisters in total, although one of them obviously does not deal well with humans.

But when a mythical disaster strikes in the future, it will definitely be of help.

Greece is now worrying about how to deal with future mythical disasters. To some extent, they have made a profit by exchanging an island for such a powerful fighter. Moreover, with this person in charge, who would dare to enter their waters without permission?

In any case, the prelude to this mythical event in Greece has come to an end. No matter what challenges there are in the future, at least for now the country can get a brief peace, and there will be no subsequent events in at least one or two months.

However, during this period, Greece does not plan to bring its people back to the country. The more important thing now is to settle its people and then arrange various defenses.

As for the other four of Medusa's three sisters, after Gorgon occupied the island and used his abilities to build his own temple, they will also converge on this island. No matter how much he disliked her, Gorgon still hoped to live with her sisters in her heart. Of course, it would be best if she could tease her less.

On the other side, in England, an old man who had just finished teaching his students and tutoring found a black letter with gold stripes inside in his mailbox. Looking at the blank envelope, the old man showed an interested expression on his face. It seemed that the first contest between him and his old rival was about to begin.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his blue eyes were very bright and cold, "I hope the stage can be more interesting."

Chapter 111: Underground Alchemy Competition

In the Chinese army, Zhao Ruonan began to pack her things with a serious look on her face. She was about to carry out a special mission, which required her to go directly abroad. Looking at the report in her hand, Zhao Ruonan covered her face with her hands. She did not expect that this matter would be so troublesome.

To be precise, this was also a mistake made by some people. Why would three sealed zombies be stolen?

The main reason for sending himself out was because his ability was of the fire type. If he found those zombies, he could cremate them directly. After all, if this thing really bit someone and then spread, it would not be a trivial matter.

The only thing that is certain now is that the thieves appear to have traveled to Britain with the zombies.

Zhao Ruonan covered her face with her hands, sighed heavily, and then boarded the plane assigned to her by the army. Neither China nor Britain wanted to make a big fuss about this incident. After all, many people in the West were very interested in Eastern elements like zombies. If those people knew that a few zombies had flowed into their country...

Some wealthy people with mental problems might choose not to announce the discovery of these zombies, but instead capture them and add them to their collections. They might even secretly invite their friends to their homes and show off these collected zombies.

If there was something wrong with his brain, the talismans stuck on the zombies' heads might be torn off.

That’s right, these were said by the people with special abilities in the UK themselves.

As for why someone would steal zombies and bring them to the UK, there is no clear answer yet. Is it for money? Or for something else? After all, simply using these zombies as biological weapons and releasing them could also cause serious damage to a country.

If you think about it carefully, it’s really a headache.

On the other side, Xia Yan also packed his uniform and bought a plane ticket to the UK. The reason was simple. Such a long time had passed. If he didn't go to the UK to see what an old man who called himself a professor had done, by the time he realized what was going on, he might have already caused a big disaster.

Although I have sent a detective, if an old man has too much fun and forgets his limits, the subsequent cleanup work will be very difficult.

In a grocery store on a street in London, Chris took off his hat and hung it on a hanger beside him. Then he reached out and took a bottle of water from the cabinet and began to gulp the water to moisten his thirsty throat.

The young detective, who was holding a magnifying glass and watching some modern case collections, handed Chris a handkerchief. Chris took the handkerchief, gently wiped his mouth, then sat on a chair beside him with a tired look on his face.

The young detective smiled and propped his chin with both hands. His emerald eyes were full of confidence and smile. "It seems that you have already inquired about the recent anomalies, right?"

The detective with emerald green eyes had noticed something unusual a week ago. More and more foreigners were coming to London, from the East to Central Asia, to people wearing South American costumes. All of them had a weird aura about them. They either had the aura of death from frequent contact with corpses... or they had a metallic and chemical smell.

This made the detective think of some people whose identities were not very bright. After all, in the era he lived in, there was darkness hidden under the thick fog and black smoke, and there were more than just one or two kinds of compromise. Because of the rapid development of society, people began to try all kinds of new things. Some people adhered to their beliefs, while others chose to degenerate.

Under various experiments, in his time as a detective, many cases were the result of humans' overconfidence in experiments. To some extent, it was also a self-inflicted disaster.

The detective felt a similar aura from those outsiders, so he asked Chris to use his abilities to collect information on whether there were any activities hidden in the dark in London recently.

After hearing what his senior said, Chris waved his hand quickly. During this period of time, he followed these outsiders secretly and picked up things used by these outsiders from time to time. The police almost regarded him as a pervert. Fortunately, he finally found out one thing from those fragmentary words and digests.

“Although I haven’t conducted a thorough investigation, I have gathered a term - the Alchemy King Competition. I just don’t know exactly where it is held, but one thing is certain, that is, the participants will have an invitation letter in their hands, and the invitation letter will clearly state the location of their participation in the competition.

At the same time, there is another type of invitation letter, which is the guest invitation letter, or the judges invitation letter. Every guest watching is a judge who has the right to score the works of the contestants, and these invited judges are either very rich or have abilities that ordinary people do not have. "

Chris lay on the chair, shaking his arms constantly. It was obviously very difficult to obtain this information from those people with special abilities. Before that, he had conducted a special investigation to make sure that the people he provoked would not cause any major impact on him. If the capable people directly turned him into a puppet, then he would never realize his dream in this lifetime.

Chris still feels scared when he thinks about it now. After all, after he confirmed that those guys were alchemists, he felt a chill behind him. Maybe the original alchemists were not so scary, but after one alchemist after another touched the taboo...

Many alchemists became terrifying and strange beings in the eyes of ordinary people.

Chris looked at the senior in front of him and spread his hands. "Senior, it's better for us not to get involved in this matter. After all, those alchemists...how should I put it, each one of them is very weird. If we anger them...we won't have a peaceful life in the future."

"Watson Two, I should have told you my name."

Chris curled his lips and shook his hands again, "Senior, please stop teasing me. Isn't Sherlock Holmes a character in a novel?"

Holmes sighed, but the smile on his face did not disappear. "Some things are not as they seem, that's all... But I must go to this underground alchemy competition."

After all, a certain professor wouldn't miss something so interesting.

Chapter 112: I don’t have a 70-year-old father

Holmes stood up and looked at his apprentice who was not very confident in his identity. He did not care much whether others believed in his identity or not. Perhaps his name was just a code name in the eyes of his little assistant.

Perhaps the reason why the little assistant didn't believe it was because these heroes came when there was no disaster in Britain. It doesn't matter. After a while, the little assistant will naturally understand that his true identity is just as he said. The most important thing now is to go tomorrow. It's not about taking away their invitation letter, but about checking the address on the invitation letter.

As long as you know the address, there is always a way to sneak in, right?

Holmes stood up and picked up his coat. "Let's go, Watson No. 2. I'll cover for you this time. You use your ability to find the contents of the invitation. Although I can slowly figure it out through reasoning, it's really too tiring. It's really a pleasure to find an assistant like you this time."

Holmes did not hide his desire to take a break. On the contrary, Chris rubbed his hair and felt that he was in trouble. However, the training given by this senior during this period of time did strengthen his many abilities, including how to apply his abilities, and he became more and more proficient.

In the past, I just blindly used my ability to view everything in the past, but now, after the guidance of this senior, I have gradually mastered and understood how to filter information when I come into contact with an object.

This is also the reason why Chris is willing to continue to be an assistant.

"Let's go for a walk on the street first and see if we're lucky enough to run into a possible contestant."

On the other side, a young man wearing a proper butler's uniform walked into the room, looked at the old man who was drinking black tea, and bowed slightly. By the window of this room, a blonde girl was flipping through the Bible in her hand, looking extremely harmonious and relaxed.

The old man put down the tea in his hand and slightly arranged the newspaper on his body. "How can I find out why those people invited me?"

The boy nodded. "Just like the teacher didn't intend to hide what he had done, the underground organization that sent the invitation letter to the teacher didn't intend to hide the fact that they sent the invitation letter to the teacher. It seems that they still want to recruit the teacher. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see what kind of ability the teacher has."

The old man showed a regretful expression on his face. "So you want to recruit me instead of inviting me to be a consultant? The vision of the younger generation is still much worse than mine."

However, I can also take this opportunity to take control of the entire London underground network in my own hands. I was originally worrying about how to intervene in the "underground" world of this country today. This is a good opportunity that comes to my doorstep. Since you invited me, I will take everything away. This is not too much, right? Who says I am a complete villain?

The old man nodded, seeming very satisfied with his conclusion.

Then the old man turned his head and looked at the little girl who was reading the Bible. "Alice, do you want to go with us? The invitation says that you can bring your subordinates or children. Alice asked if you want to play the role of daddy's daughter and go to see the alchemy competition this time?"

The blonde girl gently closed her Bible, a holy and quiet smile appeared on her face, she stood up and put the Bible back on the bookshelf, her eyes were filled with a bit of disgust and holiness, full of contradictions, "I won't go, and please respect yourself, teacher. I'm only fifteen years old, I don't have a white-haired father who looks like he's in his seventies."

After hearing these words, the old man's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, and even the elegant cane that had been placed beside him was accidentally pushed to the ground because of its owner's surprise, making a sound of wood hitting the ground.

The boy shook his head, thinking that his teacher really didn't learn his lesson. He had been rejected so many times, but he just didn't change his ways. He became more and more courageous. And every time he did it he acted like his sincere fatherly love was hurt. He was obviously a big villain, but for some reason he was so keen on having a lovely daughter.

And his junior sister is the same. She is the same as them at heart, but she likes to read the Bible and buy some sacred things. However, his teacher didn't say anything, so he naturally wouldn't persuade his junior sister to change her hobbies.

After all, her teacher also said that human evil can be divided into vulgar and elegant. Her junior sister seems to be planning to take the sacred path of fighting evil with evil. Since there are always some people in this world who cannot get justice, let her deliver justice to these people. However, the deeper she goes down this road, the heavier the sin this girl will bear.

The old man slowly sat up and looked at the girl's back as she left. He sighed, "Alice, you have really chosen a path that even I have not chosen. Who will support you if you continue on this path? One day, the sins you carry on your back will crush you, unless someone is willing to share the burden with you."

The boy showed a confused look on his face. He tilted his head as he looked at the old man and asked, "Teacher, is there no way you can accompany us all the way?"

The old man tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, then shook his head gently, "Most people in this world can go on with you, but I can't. My Master and my mortal enemy won't allow me to resume my old ways. This period of time is a rare free time for me."

When letting the old man pack up and prepare to go to the venue to watch the game, Holmes finally saw a lady on the road who was smoking ladies' cigarettes with a smile on her face.

Although she used perfume, the various metallic smells could not be wiped off. There were also calluses on her hands, which should have been formed by various chemical instruments and surgical tools. The clothes on her body were very gorgeous, and there was no smell of disinfectant, which confirmed that this lady was not a medical professional.

More importantly, this lady's temperament is similar to that of several alchemists he had known before, and she seems a little nervous, otherwise her thumb would not be tapping so gently. If nothing unexpected happens, this lady will be a contestant.

Chapter 113: On the Similarities between Zombies and Frankenstein

Holmes walked forward a few steps and sat in front of the lady. Then he smiled and said, "Hello, ma'am. Can I ask you something?"

At the same time, Chris took a few steps forward and took out the London police special investigator's ID from his pocket. Although this ID should not be used in this way, his teacher smiled and said that sometimes it was necessary to use some tricks to solve the case.

As long as Chris can touch any item of this lady, he can recall his memory. As for which item it is, it depends on whether Holmes can take it from the lady temporarily.

At the London airport, after Xia Yan left the lobby, he went straight to the mall. Although there were many ways to make an old man stop after he accidentally caused a disaster, the easiest way was still that one.

So I have to buy some clothes first to facilitate the next action. I don’t know where Holmes and the old man are now.

At the London military district airport, an armed fighter jet also landed. Zhao Ruonan looked at the several people with special abilities approaching her and a smile appeared on her face. At the same time, she silently prayed in her heart that she could get along well with these British investigators with special abilities. After all, if they couldn't get along well, it would cause serious obstacles to the investigation of the entire case.

In the car, Zhao Ruonan spoke first, "I think everyone should know what kind of danger zombies are. May I ask what intelligence your country has collected during this period? It would be better to prioritize intelligence sharing at this time."

The two investigators looked at each other and handed the collected information to Zhao Ruonan. "Let's not say anything to blame each other. After all, now that things have happened, what we have to do is to prevent the situation from getting worse. According to our investigation, one thing is certain, the thief has well-prepared accomplices in the UK.

At the same time, they used the abilities of illegal people to disappear from surveillance, so after confirming that they entered the UK, we actually lost their trace. However, according to the report sent back by our spies in the black market, no one brought zombies to the black market to sell before 10:00 this morning. "

Zhao Ruonan gently tapped the information in her hand and finally narrowed her eyes. If such a long time had passed and no one was selling zombies in the black market, it meant that one, these people had already found buyers before entering China, or two, these people had other purposes.

In either case, it will increase the speed of solving the case.

The former requires a lot of manpower to investigate the recent capital flows of various wealthy people. As for the latter, not only a lot of manpower is needed, but also more official agencies will be needed to assist in determining what the real purpose of these guys is.

Are these zombies being used to stage a terrorist attack or for some other purpose?

"Are there any special underground activities in the UK recently that are unknown to the public?"

After hearing this, the British assisting agent nodded, and the expression on his face became more and more approving. Just like Zhao Ruonan was worried that the British assisting agent and herself had a Mercedes-Benz, which would increase the time to solve the entire case, these local people with special abilities were also worried that the people sent by China might not know anything.

Both sides have their own concerns, but as far as the current situation is concerned, both sides are gradually becoming satisfied with each other and are getting used to each other.

The female assistant agent took the phone from the side and said, "Two days ago, we sent a special person to investigate the relevant matters. I believe there will be news coming back soon."

Just as he finished speaking, a cell phone rang out. It was a report sent back by the police who had gone to investigate underground activities. According to the report, there was only one underground activity in the whole of London and even the surrounding cities during this period, and that was the alchemy competition. In order to investigate this matter, the police officer who went to gather information even lost one leg.

Although the news that someone was inquiring about this matter was exposed, I think the organizer of this competition will definitely not stop the entire competition because of this small episode.

After all, holding such a competition requires a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and may also require some rare networks of relationships to assist. After paying such a huge price, giving up on holding this competition will only end up with a loss of everything, and will also offend alchemists from all over the world.

They hired so many alchemists and it took a lot of effort.

What's more, if there really are policemen trying to stop them, they could just make the content of the competition more specific and add a work display session, wouldn't that just get rid of these policemen?

Moreover, there is no shortage of arrogant and crazy people among alchemists. In their eyes, state officials and ordinary people are inferior. The organizers have plenty of ways to divert the attention to these alchemists.

After watching the alchemy competition, Zhao Ruonan raised her eyebrows. If the top technology of alchemy is the legendary fifth element, the philosopher's stone, then the culmination of alchemy is the legendary devil - Frankenstein.

The resurrected monster possesses powerful existence and is also a taboo among taboos. The alchemist who can create this existence can be said to have mastered the truth of life to some extent. Therefore, if someone can really reproduce the legend of Frankenstein, it should not be a problem for him to win the championship of this competition.

Zombies have certain similarities with the legendary artificial man Frankstein. They are both dead people who have been endowed with a life-like state. If the zombies' body shapes are slightly dressed up and changed, they might be able to deceive some alchemists.

Could it be that those who stole the zombies did so just to participate in such a competition and get the prize money?

They are still wondering whether these guys who stole the zombies will launch a vicious attack similar to the Resident Evil. If these people's goals are just for bonuses and reputation... then these officials have really overestimated these thieves.

At the same time, in a small hotel, Xia Yan stood at the door and waited quietly with a man in a white robe and long dark blue hair. After a while, a girl with short pink hair walked out of the room. She was wearing fashionable clothes, but the golden horns on her head and the metal instruments on her ears were not something that ordinary people had.

Chapter 114: The Purpose of the London Underground Manager

"It is better to stabilize the summer spiritual base. How does Fran feel now? Will he feel uncomfortable because of the forced change of spiritual base? After all, the next step is to entrust a certain old man to you."

Xia Yan touched the forehead of the pink-haired girl, then took a small bottle from the young man next to him. There was some liquid in the bottle. Xia Yan smeared the liquid on the metal on the girl's forehead, using the effect of the potion to temporarily hide the metal. In this way, the girl looked no different from other people.

The girl touched her hidden body parts with some curiosity and shook her head gently, "No, Master, Fran likes her current spiritual base very much. She can say more! Fran is very happy!"

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was no problem with the spiritual foundation, it would be fine.

Another option is to look for Sherlock Holmes, or go directly to a professor. There is still no clue at the moment. Xia Yan raised his head and looked at the young man beside him, "Teacher Hohenheim, I'll leave the next thing to you. Use artificial creatures to search."

Xia Yan was right to call him teacher. After all, according to his personality, he would definitely study alchemy with this teacher in Chaldea. In fact, after coming into contact with Hohenheim, vague memories of alchemy did begin to appear in Xia Yan's mind.