Chapter 780 Please (Third update, 10,000 words updated! Please vote!)

After various optimizations, Albert found that he just couldn't solve this problem - it was an endless loop.

To overcome the gargoyles' weakness of instantly turning to stone when dispelled, artificial flesh and blood that could resist dispelling and purification was a necessary construct. However, these creatures were living things, unable to remain active at high altitudes and in icy conditions, and could easily fall off or become damaged during high-speed flight. Therefore, a sufficiently sturdy shell was necessary to encase and secure them...

Whether using wood or metal, it cannot prevent lightning from killing the fragile artificial flesh inside; if a layer of stone is covered with petrification, it will affect the gargoyle's ability to fly - is there any way to use no more than ten kilograms of material to protect a layer of artificial flesh with the vitality of a frog from lightning while flying at high altitude and high speed without affecting its agility?

His secret formula for artificial flesh that is resistant to dispersal, purification, and curses is to implant the frog's brain and nerves into a thin layer of flesh that is automatically synthesized and evenly covers the gargoyle's shell, giving it "independent life."

He couldn't solve this problem anyway.

——Should we make this issue public and seek help from the masters?

Albert, who was 24 years old at the time, chose to keep it secret after several nights of painful struggle.

Because at that time... his status was constantly improving and he no longer needed to continue conducting experiments himself... So he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and chose to hand over the problem and responsibility entirely to the military's professional inspectors.

- If you find out, you can find a way to solve it by yourselves. I have done enough work anyway. If you don’t find out, it’s not my problem... In short, this "Armed Gargoyle" was invented by me independently, without any help or inspiration from any master!

I can’t let all the time I spent before be meaningless, Albert thought.

For a genius whose strength is constantly improving every year, if the career he has spent two and a half years stagnating to carefully maintain loses all its meaning due to such a ridiculous reason... he can't imagine how frustrated he would be.

So he ignored this problem and continued to optimize those problems that he could optimize.

It was like a child concentrating on drawing a blueprint of a tank he had "invented," and then constantly loading it with all kinds of brutal weapons, trying to arm it into the world's most invincible firepower fortress.

——Until that cruel promotion ceremony, when this child who always smiled happily suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Not only did I see another side of "death"... a death that is neither artistic nor philosophical, but a death of destruction filled with blood and violence.

He also realized another problem he had overlooked - the energy consumption of the gargoyles and the logistical supply in the war.

As General Carr said, he had never been a soldier, let alone fought on the battlefield.

He could not realize what a fragile, slow-moving, three to four-ton charging vehicle meant to logistics supply and marching speed - the solar charging vehicle called "Stake", by converting the power of dedication bestowed by the sun, could automatically obtain a set of energy every day to support twelve gargoyles in continuous combat for one hour.

To gain more stored energy, they need to recharge from the "blood pool" - a bathtub-sized mana pool filled with "Mixture No. 3". Such a mana pool can support an additional group of gargoyles in continuous combat for four hours, and can also allow them to continuously regenerate their lost stone and flesh bodies.

In Albert's conception, this should be enough.

It only takes a few minutes to use up all the bullets, so an hour a day is more than enough to make four or five round trips. In an emergency, you can also force yourself to fly for four or five hours - if you return after each round of bullets, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry so many bullets.

It wasn't until he actually went to the battlefield and experienced it from the opposite perspective.

Those Star Antimony soldiers hadn't used their "Armed Gargoyles" as he'd envisioned! They weren't advancing alongside the main army, providing high-frequency aerial cover and resisting the Griffin Knights' ferocious assaults... Instead, they were dispatched directly to carry out cross-terrain raids alongside the vanguard squads!

Albert searched for a long time...but in the end he still couldn't find any trace of the "pile"!

At this distance, it would probably take them more than an hour, or even several hours, just to fly to the battlefield - so they can only gain additional power by gnawing on flesh and souls.

The artificial shield troops that were originally used to fight against Avalon's elite troops and protect their own side have instead become battlefield butchers!

—When the Griffin Knights of Avalon attacked Star Antimony, they only targeted high-value targets. Perhaps Star Antimony's soldiers could have fought similarly. But perhaps it was his negligence that allowed Star Antimony's elite troops to massacre the civilians...

Even without considering these problems, the Great Guardian of Avalon immediately realized that these gargoyles were afraid of lightning.

In other words, they were completely unable to resist the lightning charge of the Griffin Knights... If Xingbi placed too much trust in the armed gargoyles, he would probably be defeated in an instant.

If he continued researching the armed gargoyles, Star Antimony would launch a war of aggression, indirectly killing countless Avalonian civilians and leading to a horrific defeat for Star Antimony. Both nations would be mired in the quagmire of war, with countless casualties languishing in a battlefield resembling a meat grinder—and that meat grinder was his own masterpiece, a great invention he had imagined would be celebrated by future generations.

After the promotion ceremony, Albert was depressed for a long time.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since then...

Even now, he occasionally dreams of the battlefield during the promotion ceremony, seeing broken arms, heads, and pieces of flesh flying everywhere, and seeing one mutilated person after another.

If at the beginning, joining Evans was just the mentor's "last wish".

So now, he really wants to go to Avalon.

Because Albert's resignation encountered extremely strong resistance - resistance that he could never have imagined before.

Those who had once greeted him with smiles and flattery began to turn to threats and house arrest. If it weren't for the pressure from the elders he knew, he wouldn't have been able to easily transfer himself and Aurora back to the Ziggurat. Even so, the elders warned Albert not to leave the Ziggurat—he might be captured and taken back.

If the "Secret Chamber" believes that Albert might defect, they will even arrest or assassinate him!

——How could this happen!

Albert was furious at the time—he couldn't possibly make weapons for the Avalonians to kill his own companions! He just wanted a stable, peaceful research and development environment... and he would still find a way to use the undead he developed to benefit the Star Antimony people, the Avalon people, and even everyone else!

No matter how he explained that he didn't intend to create any more deadly undead, those people didn't believe him. Even the elders who had rescued him just shook their heads and said nothing.

That attitude deeply hurt Albert and made him realize what he had done in the past.

After several unsuccessful attempts to explain, Albert was placed under house arrest by the elders of the Ziggurat Tower. They were unwilling to let Albert leave, nor were they willing to go to Avalon.

Because the necromancers said that only Xingtan would allow the existence of necromancers. In other countries - including Avalon, which he longed for, necromancers were regarded as the greatest blasphemy and evil.

Even if the Ziggurat stayed in Xingti, it would be bound to be involved in the war and be exploited... and they would still be homeless.

Even in the Star Antimony Kingdom, which values ​​talent above all else and boasts a "Black Face" as its chancellor, the Spirit Tower is still not allowed into the urban area. They are confined to the outer reaches of Leipzig, and new necromancers are never publicly recruited or advertised; they all choose to enroll through self-information.

It is also for this reason that even though this generation of Dark Phase has heard Professor Brundswick's "last words", it still remains quite hesitant and unwilling to take sides; the first generation of Dark Phase has been in seclusion, and Albert has no access to him at all.

Judging from the action efficiency of these extraordinary people in the Twilight Path, by the time they really make up their minds, Valentine VIII may have died of old age!

The result is that he said it but it was as if he hadn't said it. Instead, he locked himself up here.

At this point, I'm afraid only Aiwass, who has become the Eternal Pope, can help me.

If they could work for the Pope, no one would doubt these necromancers... and as the Pope, Aiwass wouldn't discriminate against them. Similarly, if the Pope could send someone to communicate personally, the Vice Principal would probably accept it.

Now, his personal wishes, the peace of Star Antimony, the inheritance of necromancy, the reputation of the Spirit Tower... as well as his and Aurora's safety, and even the possibility of his mentor's resurrection, have all been intertwined.

Not to mention, the Red Prime Minister has now seized power - he is the craziest one among the top leaders!

He must find a way to contact Aiwass!

However, since he cannot leave the Ziggurat and his every word and action is closely monitored by the "Secret Chamber", how can he communicate with the Eternal Pope who has fallen into a deep sleep?

Wait for the promotion ceremony and then hit it head-on?

That probability is too small...

——But if we can contact Miss Aleister, maybe it will work!

As long as we can contact Aleister, it is almost equivalent to contacting Aiwass!

"Please ask your master...or mentor to come to the Ziggurat. Please."

Albert bowed deeply to Christina and said earnestly and earnestly, "I can pay a high price for this... We can discuss the compensation. But this matter is truly important, not only to me, but also to the entire Star Antimony..."

"Please."

Aurora also stood beside Albert and, imitating Albert, bowed deeply to her student Christina.

Update completed! Please vote for me!

These five chapters are together. In order to make the reading experience more complete, I wrote until seven in the morning and finished this section in one go... I haven't written 10,000 words in a long time, which makes up for the update I didn't make yesterday because I took a leave!

Actually, I had another migraine today, but this time I found ibuprofen and it stopped hurting after a while! This is the power of modern technology (hands on hips)

Sleep, sleep, if there are any typos, get up and correct them...

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