"Ahem."

As soon as Kelly entered the underground space, she found that the air here was thinner than where she was before, but it was still enough to sustain her short-term activities.

As long as you hurry up, oxygen levels will not be a threat to Kelly.

The underground space was not as big as she imagined. Although it was very empty, the furniture only occupied half of the room.

An ordinary set of fir tables and chairs, and four tall bookshelves, filled with densely packed information.

Kelly pulled up the wooden chair, got on it, looked at the documents scattered on the table, and her brain began to spin slowly.

She picked up the notebook that was closest to her and seemed to be the one she read the most.

"Record subject: Victoria.

The ninth recipient of God.

The test was conducted on November 24, 1872, the subject's sixth birthday, and the similarity was 89%, exceeding the 43% threshold."

What follows is a less formal excerpt.

"It's too high! It's a full 22% higher than the second place. Is it really protected by my king? If you continue like this, you only need to consume five to six failed products to reach a level that can be used as ritual materials.

“The first to fourth generations completed the construction of the servant’s slow authority, and the fifth to eighth generations completed part of the construction of the aging authority.

"Perhaps it only takes this generation to fully supplement the basic structure of the death authority and the erroneous aging authority that we need."

Kelly's hand holding the note tightened slightly.

What follows is another formal description:

"On December 3, 1873, Experimental Subject 9021, who was two years older than the recipient, was placed in a room two meters away from the activity space of the recipient. The basic aging power was adjusted through the magic array, and the balance of death was input in reverse.

strength.

"Without the intervention of the power of death, the experimental subject will reach the limit of aging and die naturally within ten years. Once the anti-death balance is successful, the collapse time will be in 1886."

Kelly has already guessed the identity of the experimental subject.

"Can it really be achieved? If the power of death can delay the occurrence of natural death, then the power of death should also be able to pull the deceased back from the underworld. Maybe my father's plan is really possible and King Arthur can really be resurrected.

?

"However, we have to design some comparative experiments that are not affected by the power of aging. Let's choose experimental subjects in the fifty-five-year-old age group, set the death balance collapse time from ten to fifty years, and select the test subjects every five years.

Four guinea pigs."

Kelly continued to read.

"On December 9, 1874, Experimental Subject 9021 left the room. Her vital signs were all normal. Judging from her skeletal development, the age gap between her and the recipient increased from two years to five years.

"After observation, it was found that the minds of all aging experimental subjects will be relatively mature. According to the latest medical research, it may be due to reasons related to thinking patterns and brain development and gland development in the body, but the mental age of aging experimental subjects is still older than expected.

Mature, perhaps the new recipient changes the way the power of aging affects others.”

If Kelly got it right, Erin is the experimental subject 9021 is Erin Bertie, the kind old woman, and the ninth generation recipient is Veronica, who seems to be the gloomy temple

It was built for the evil plan described in this notebook.

Looking at the account of the owner of the note, this plan was proposed by his father? How many years has he lived?

And their purpose does not seem to be as evil as Kelly initially imagined, it is to resurrect the great king-Arthur Pendragon.

Although their goals seem noble, their methods are even more cruel than the most evil secret society. They use the direct bloodline of the Gawain family as consumables for rituals. And isn't this the first generation?

Not only his own bloodline, innocent maids, but also many people were used as experimental subjects for their debugging plan.

However, no one knew about the plan carried out by such a giant. It meant that their power and influence were extremely powerful, and Kelly slowly felt a little powerless.

Even though she has mastered strange powers, she is just a newbie who has come into contact with mystery inexplicably, while the Gawain family is a "mysterious family" that has existed for countless years.

How could she possibly contend with it?

"My king wishes that the Lord of Death never discovers what we are doing, but it has been going on for so long, and this strange god never seems to pay attention to us. Maybe she doesn't care about us at all.

"Where did my father find this god, Hela, the god of death? Although my father said she was a great ancient god, I am increasingly doubting whether she is a foreign god. If such a powerful god exists in our world,

How could it be that no one worships and sings praises now?

"Yes, she was probably a foreign god who once passed by Obelia, so she was worshiped in older times, but she left this world for some reason and became uninhabited as time went by.

know.

"This is also the reason why we can connect to her power, because based on the god's time scale, she has just left Obelia, but based on the human distance scale, when the other party reacts and eliminates us, maybe King Arthur

It has been resurrected long ago, and by then, our life and death will no longer matter."

Kelly detected a hint of awe and self-comfort in the narrator's tone.

He was afraid of the god called Hela, who seemed to have endless power in his heart, and it was indeed true. After all, they actually wanted to use the power of this god to resurrect a true king.

You must know that I have never heard of any miracles about resurrecting the dead.

Although it was possible that they overestimated Hela's power, Kelly still didn't think they would make such a stupid mistake.

There is a kingdom waiting in hell.

Kelly continued to read, and as time passed, the content became more repetitive and boring, including many useless experimental tests.

As the air gradually became thinner, she simply flipped through the entire notebook quickly. After confirming that there was nothing very important, she continued to search around.

Just take a look or two at all the information to see if there is anything worth investigating.

It became difficult to breathe.

But she did find an interesting red notebook.

"Edward White actually wants to interfere with our plan. Does a mere angel warlock think he can be my opponent?

"But he is indeed not a simple character. He is also the former vice-president of the Free Warlock Association. Although I don't know why he was seriously injured and his combat power is not as strong as what I heard before, but it still needs more attention. After all,

There can be no mistakes in this matter.”

Edward White? Isn't that Skyde's ancestor?

Kelly had held her breath.

Kelly turned back a few pages.

"He actually escaped from my control with the eighth generation of the God-received. Is it worth sacrificing his life for a woman? I want to let him know with my own hands the price that a controller who offends the power of God must pay."

Kelly could no longer hold on. She endured the pain and put the book back into place, and then jumped again.

Snapped!

Notes fell from the bookshelf.

A hand made of black lines stretched out from the middle of the page, touched the cover, then pushed the cover and turned the note to the last recorded page.

"I actually survived? I actually survived? How did Edward White survive the trick of that evil spirit for so long? It's simply a miracle! I must give up the eighth generation of recipients, for us

The life and death of the entire family also depends on the possibility of King Arthur's resurrection.

"Hela bless you, don't let that evil spirit notice me!"

There was a black spherical palm at the front of the black-lined arm. He touched the writing with his palm, and after confirming the content on it, he snapped his fingers neatly.
Chapter completed!