Chapter 901 The Gate of Merchants and Alchemists

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"The current Astronomical Society has probably activated the Earth-Moon defense system, right? Maybe there are some super sci-fi weapons aimed at this place, and then -"

In the illusory temple, Tong Ji gestured with a pistol and said with a 'pop': "There is nothing left."

Zeus raised his eyes and looked over: "You don't care at all that your contractor is shattered to pieces? Or are you really planning to push him to death?"

"No, if you want to say it, you have more confidence in the conservative bureaucracy in the command bureau, right?"

Tong Ji shrugged: "If the situation is not the most critical, they will never take irreparable measures. Now, maybe they are still waiting and seeing."

"Oh, we are mortals after all."

Zeus sneered disdainfully: "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for a miracle to come?"

"You can't say that." Tong Ji held her chin, blinked her eyes, and smiled: "'Waiting' and 'hope' are the most beautiful things in the world, aren't they?"

"Mortals pray for miracles, but for gods, miracles never work." Zeus remained cold: "Even if miracles are on their side, they will not be useful."

As the source of power, stigmata is essentially the embodiment of ‘miracles’.

But miracles are of no use to gods, and gods never expect miracles to appear around them.

Because miracles are just their reflections on the earth, the essence of gods is already an existence above miracles, and they are the beloved ones loved by the current situation!

Relying on something like that to fight against gods is like hoping that the shadow on the ground can defeat its true form.

What a joke.

Publius does not need any other power at all, because even if he only has an empty god position now, he is still in the invincible mode like a 'cheating device'.

The only thing that can harm a god is another god, or an authoritative relic cast by a god, or... with the God's Wedge, a [natural enemy] who is equivalent to the position of a god!

Apart from this, compared with gods, everything else is nothing more than the moon in the mirror or the flowers in the water.

Regrettably, none of these things exist on Helios today!

Even Helios himself was under the control of Publius.

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

Zeus asked: "Your contractor is the blood descendant of what god. He has the status of a demigod and can touch the god's domain and cause harm to Publius?"

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Tong Ji shook her head and couldn't help but feel helpless: "He is a serious ordinary human being. Although his luck is a bit weird, he always picks up strange things, and then he is unlucky, but no matter how he looks at it, It doesn't look like you can kill gods. Do you have any unrealistic expectations for my contractor?"

Zeus's expression became increasingly weird, "Or do you want to sacrifice the God's Wedge that you rely on now to protect their world?"

"Are you thinking about eating peaches?"

Tong Ji's eyes widened and she slapped the table angrily: "When did you see the things that went into my pocket and go back? You want me to pay you back just to save the world? That's too much!"

As a result, Zeus's expression became more and more complicated.

It was like seeing a ghost alive.

"This is not the case, and that is not the case..." he asked, "Then you are destined to lose?"

"That's not a big deal. Isn't it true that we haven't lost yet?"

Tong Ji sipped the happy water from the pink teacup, and the straw seemed to sizzle with happiness: "Have you forgotten the most important question, Zeus?"

The most critical question.

The best kept secret.

That history buried in the past.

The crux that everyone ignored...

"That thing——"

Tong Ji held the straw in her mouth and smiled: "That thing was created."

She asked: "Is it really 'Apollo'?"

For a moment, Zeus fell into silence.

no answer.

But this is the most critical point!

From the beginning, everyone, including Publius and Galland, felt that if the ritual was performed in Helios and the secret ritual pointed to the sun god, it would be a matter of course that Apollo could be recreated!

However, the problem is...if they were pointing to gods from other realms, they might have succeeded!

But they chose the most difficult direction.

It's not because Apollo is the strongest, nor is it because Apollo is so special, nor is it because of any other messy restrictions.

The real reason is that the sun god known as ‘Apollo’ had died long before the gods fell!

Whether it was 'died' or 'fall', in short, he, together with his other colleagues, died at the hands of the woman in front of Zeus.

Simply, thoroughly, irredeemably, not even a scum left, dead!

Although she called it the "immature past", the method she used at that time was quite mature and complete, leaving no luck or loopholes.

It can be called an artistic murder.

Leave no consequences.

If there was a one-in-a-ten thousand chance of reappearance, Zeus and the others would have already done this long ago. Where would it be Publius' turn?

So, now comes the question...

Tong Ji smiled and asked quietly: "Who is the sun god who has descended at this moment?"

At that moment, amid the heavy blockade and imprisonment, Grand Master Garland raised his cloudy eyes.

Gein, the time has come!

But in an instant, more blockades and suppressions came.

Hedi firmly grasped the hinge of the seal, injecting new changes and variables into it, and did not allow Garland to make any reaction.

He has been paying attention to Garland's every move.

Now even if there is a slight disturbance, Garland will not be allowed to take advantage of it.

Even if Publius had succeeded!

"Are you being too cautious, Hedi?" Garland asked, "Are you so afraid of me?"

"Who can't be afraid of the Grand Master?" He Di retorted coldly: "Just be an audience with peace of mind, Garland, you have already exited, and your plot is over."

He paused, and his eyes became mocking: "Or do you expect your follower to help you? It's no use, he has already been locked up."

"You didn't kill him. That's what surprised me the most." Garland asked back: "If I guessed correctly, Rachel also received the order to monitor me from you, right?"

Hedi said nothing.

"It seems that my guess is almost the same. Let me guess again——"

Garland continued: "Although part of the reason for not killing him is the need to abide by the contract, the more reason... is because he is too weak, right?"

The Grand Master stared at the alchemist in front of him who was far weaker than himself, and said calmly: "Because he is too weak and cannot pose a threat to you, so it doesn't matter if you leave him alone.

So, you didn't kill him, right? "

Hedi turned around suddenly, but still didn't speak.

"It's too late to give the order now, Hedi." The corners of Garland's old face curled up slightly: "Are you going to make the same mistake as me?"

He Di still didn't speak.

Outside the ruins of the tower, in a remote corner of the Land of Dusk, in front of Rachel's cage, the guarding hell creature slowly drew out its blade.

In the cage, Rachel, who looked pale, raised her head, looked at the assailants, and shook her head mockingly.

"There's no point in killing me. You're thinking too much."

As if he had already adapted to his own incompetence, he said numbly: "I can't save the Grand Master... No one can save him."

Because the time has come.

At that moment, inside the seal, Garland's eyes suddenly widened, he vomited out hot blood, and his breath began to decay rapidly.

die.

Death is quickly approaching and coming, quickly destroying all his vitality!

Ushering in the end——

He Di's expression suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand, trying to contain it, but it had no effect at all!

All means of treating and alleviating the injury are of no use!

In front of Rachel's cage, the face of the Lord of the Group suddenly distorted and turned into the angry face of Hedi, angrily asking: "What on earth did you do!"

"I didn't do anything."

Rachel looked at him blankly, and with difficulty, she managed an expression that was no better than a smile: "I just chose not to do it anymore."

When the time limit came, he chose to stop.

No longer continuing or maintaining his duties as a physician.

On the back of his hand, the double snake staff totem of Hermes dimmed rapidly.

That was proof that the oath was broken.

He violated the Hippocratic Oath he once swore and poisoned the patients who received his treatment!

"You were poisoned?"

He Di was in disbelief and couldn't understand.

What kind of poison can escape his own eyes and poison a great master to death? !

"...Do you think too highly of me?"

Rachel's expression twitched. She didn't know whether it was anger or relief, pride or anger. It just seemed like there were countless expressions mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

He said, "You just underestimated my incompetence."

【inability】.

Ever since he became an alchemist, such words have been surrounding him, sticking to his body, lingering, following him like a shadow, never separated for a moment.

As the inheritor of the school, he cannot even master the secret recipe of advanced potions.

He wants to do good, but is unable to cure the patients who ask for help. Even if he wants to do evil, he has no such ability. His poison is just a common thing, a joke.

Regardless of whether it is the right path or the evil path, he will be turned away, no matter how much he desires to achieve something.

The only useful thing is this life-extending secret ritual that can only be used once in a lifetime.

Treat your life as a consumable, continue with the other party, burn your future, in exchange for a glimmer of life for the dying person at this moment...

"Don't you understand yet, Hedi?"

Rachel spread out her hands, showing her palm prints that were no different from those of the Grand Master, and told him: "Actually, the Gallandon you saw is already dead!"

Long before boarding Helios.

Long before leaving the current situation.

Grand Master Garland is dead!

My existence as a doctor is not to treat his increasingly serious blood fever, nor does I have the ability to restore him to health, but to allow him to continue living.

Serves as an extra life reserve to keep Garand alive.

It doesn't matter even if it can only be like the walking dead.

Even if he is still dying...

"Grand Master!!!"

At that moment, Rachel took a deep breath and roared into the distance with all her strength, "The contract between us is completed!"

As if seeing those eyes full of resentment, Garland nodded slowly amid the seal.

"Yes, that's right."

He hereby acknowledges it: "Our contract is complete."

"Thank you."

While dying, Garland expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Rachel."

I promise: your sacrifice will not be in vain.

I promise you in the name of Grand Master: the school and workshop you have inherited will continue stably under the protection of the Stone Cauldron Society until your successors can stand alone.

"stop!"

Hedi reached out angrily, grasped Rachel's throat, and pulled him up from the cage: "Stop, now!"

"I-I don't!"

Rachel's expression was twitching. She didn't look like a man at all. She actually cried under the coercion, but when she was crying, she showed... a smile.

Like, deeply, proud of it.

"I am a person without talent, but...those children, they still have...a future..."

Yes, the future.

Unlike myself, the useless teacher who was wrongly loved, that was a beautiful future that only belonged to them.

Rachel raised her head proudly and used her last strength to tell him:

"For...them, I can do whatever they ask me to do!"

It’s okay to lick other people’s boots like a dog.

It would not be a pity to lose all dignity.

so……

Even if it means 'death', it doesn't matter!

At that moment, Rachel smiled and breathed completely.

The mediocre alchemist eventually died of his own mortal poison.

If there is gain along with giving up, then let yourself be the part that is given up. Use your own death in exchange for the death of the Grand Master.

At the expense of oneself, in exchange for the future of students...

This is the trash alchemist Rachel, the last alchemy.

Then, a miracle comes from the ‘melting pot’!