Lord Bartholomew looked at the young man who was knocked away and frowned.
He felt the breath of the young man and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.
"What are you doing! You are also a magician, young man!" Lord Bartholomew said sternly, "Get out of the way quickly. Half of London has been destroyed now, and the situation must be dealt with!"
"Of course I know what I'm doing..." Lu Silan's chest was blasted with magic, and blood was flowing out, but Lu Silan still used all his strength to crawl out.
stand up.
The blood dripping on the ground formed a tragic yet beautiful pattern, and Lu Silan's eyes were still shedding tears of blood.
His tone collapsed: "I really... don't want to stand by and watch..."
"And, if I don't stand by his side..." He turned around and walked towards the stunned monster, "No one will stand by his side..."
"
He staggered, but walked with determination.
"Ah...poof..."
Lord Bartholomew sighed: "Although I don't know what happened among you, and your determination moved me, but..."
He issued attack instructions to the magicians around him: "In this situation, we must take action. If you insist on blocking us, we will not show mercy."
"I know..." The magic behind him was about to strike, and a sad and mocking smile appeared on Lu Silan's lips, "Magicians, isn't that what they are like...
"
Arnold No. 1 wanted to protect Lu Silan, but before it could run over, Lu Silan, who had lost too much blood and was half-kneeling on the ground, still shedding blood and tears, was drowned in the magic.
Those compound eyes reflected Lu Silan's last expression.
It was a complicated and weird expression.
For some reason, Arnold No. 1 was able to understand the meaning inside.
"Bye now......"
boom--
Boom boom——
Luslan was directly blown to pieces by various powerful magics. Before Arnold had time to react, more bombs hit it.
It is strong, but the magician is stronger.
What's more, the clock tower itself represents one of the highest levels of magic on the planet, and here are nine of the twelve monarchs who can represent the highest level of magic in the clock tower, except for that one.
Mysterious Dean, this can be regarded as the highest combat effectiveness on the surface of the Clock Tower.
Arnold No. 1 is just an empty shell of a super fantasy species, and the actual strength it can exert is only at the level of a powerful fantasy species.
There is no doubt that what it encountered was crushing.
But the imprinted magic circuit on his inner shell is helping him slow down the damage.
As Selim said, at least on a relative level, Arnold 1 is a "perfect" creature.
The defense is strong and it can cause great damage. If Arnold could really learn to use his power, the current city of London would not be only half destroyed, but would have completely collapsed half an hour ago.
This is a monster in the true sense, and there are not many fantasy species that even date back to the age of the gods.
Selim has also arrived on the battlefield.
He saw clearly what was happening here from a distance.
He saw the rampaging Arnold No. 1 and Lu Silan's death.
"What on earth have I done!"
A large number of magicians, coming from all directions, used all kinds of magic to bombard Arnold No. 1.
Arnold No. 1 was roaring and wailing.
Even with a strong defense, it still can't stop such an attack.
Selim was also among the crowd besieging Arnold No. 1. He wanted to put an end to the mistakes he had made with his own hands, even if there was nothing he could do to reverse them.
The roar of the monster gradually weakened under the endless bombardment.
Its cry is aggrieved and painful.
But no one can understand it.
Selim may understand, but even if he understands, he must put an end to this mistake.
Just like that, the wailing disappeared, forever.
But what is surprising is that after the monster died, there was no huge body left behind.
Selim came to the place where the monster's body disappeared, dug through the rubble, and found a huddled little boy underneath who had lost his voice.
"Child, I'm sorry kid..."
He tremblingly picked up the body of Nora Brohl, looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and shed tears of regret.
The nine clock tower monarchs just stood behind him, looking at the little boy that Selim picked up from the big crater that was blown out, with different expressions.
Finally the two monarchs walked out from the crowd.
They are Lord Bartholomew and Lord El-Melloi.
"I need an explanation, Zolgen." Lord Bartholomew said in a deep voice.
"Selim, old man... I also need an explanation." Mark looked at Selim with a complicated expression.
Selim knelt on the ground, Nora's little body lying in his arms.
He nodded painfully: "I will, I will..."
"I won't avoid my mistakes, I won't..."
Lord Barthemero sighed, shook his head and left. He still had to organize people to deal with the aftermath. This time, the workload of the aftermath was expected to be very large.
Mark patted Selim on the shoulder and left.
They did not arrest Selim immediately, which was an unprecedented show of respect.
Now, they just need to wait for Selim to give them an explanation.
...
On April 15, 1795, Selim took Ivo to the ruins of the sub-manor.
"Father, why did you bring me here?" Ivo looked a little depressed.
What Selim did has been exposed to the world. Such inhumane experiments will be despised by everyone. The Zolgen family is now the target of thousands of people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Selim did not think about escaping, but chose to face it.
"Ivo, what I did was unworthy of all my ancestors and violated human ethics and morality." Selim's long, silky burgundy hair had turned gray. He looked at his son tiredly, "I will not do it again.
I will continue to stay as the head of the family. I am sorry that I have to entrust this family to you when you are so young."
Ivo was silent, did not speak, just looked at his father who had made a big mistake.
The sub-manor was already piled full of firewood by servants.
Selim lit the match, looked at the flames burning on the match, and sighed.
"I will not let the technology I researched be passed down. It is extremely clear to me now that it is wrong and should not exist."
"It was the product of my madness, and I must take responsibility to destroy it."
He threw the match towards the ruins of the sub-manor.
A raging fire burned.
Selim half-knelt down and looked up at his son, the current head of the Zolgen family, Ivo Zolgen.
"Ivo, I learned a lesson from this incident."
"Listen, you are responsible for engraving me on the family's pillar of shame and warning all future generations of our family."
"We must respect life and revere life."
"Never set foot in this area again."
"...I understand, father." Ivo nodded, "Then you..."
"I will pay the price for everything I have done. Please go back. This is my last instruction to you as the head of the Zolgen family."
Ivo returned, and Selim confirmed that Ivo's carriage had disappeared into the horizon and sighed.
Then, he walked towards the raging flames without hesitation.
"Lu Silan...you are right..." He smiled mockingly.