Selim sat among the ruins of the manor and looked towards the city of London.
Even though he was separated by several kilometers, he could see the thick smoke and fire that floated out of the city of London.
He suddenly remembered something and turned his head and searched wildly.
"Arnold, where is Arnold One? Where has Arnold One gone??" He thought in panic, searching for the ruins of the laboratory, "Is it collapsed? Or is something else happening?"
He had a terrible guess in his heart, so terrible that he was terrified.
But he doesn't want to admit it, he doesn't want to-
"Selim! Selim Zorgen!" Luslan's gritted teeth and roared suddenly interrupted Selim's thoughts.
"...ah?" Selim turned around and looked in Luslan at a loss.
But I saw a fist magnifying in my own field of vision.
Bang!
"Well--"
The tall Serim was punched by the short Luslan and fell heavily to the ground.
Luslan immediately chased after him without hesitation and punched Selim in the face.
"You - inhuman! A despicable - bastard!!!"
"puff--"
Luslan grabbed Selim's collar and half lifted Selim up, with blood-colored tears remaining on his face, and roaring hysterically.
"Even if things go to this point, don't you want to admit what you did?"
"All this! All the collapse and all the horrors are from you-"
"By the work of your Serim Zorgen!"
He yelled, punching Selim in the face again.
"You have not inherited the greatness of Lawrence even a slightest!"
"You are a maggot who is destined to live in the sewer!"
"You have never been awe of life, and you have never respected life! So now, the wrong life you have created with your own hands is because you are taking revenge on this world!!!"
"You-you-"
"You crazy, human-faced and beastly bastard--!"
Bang! Luslan punched another time.
Selim looked at his little assistant with blurred eyes.
Blood and tears fell on his face. He looked at Lu Silan's extremely ferocious face, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything.
He understood everything, everything that scared him.
Luslan let go of his hand, and Selim lay weakly on the ground.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
Luslan's eyes were dyed with blood and tears into an undesirable blood red. Looking at Selim lying on the ground, he spitted and turned and left.
Anyway, I will not avoid my mistakes.
Even in the end, even if you are about to fall into the abyss, I will... stay by your side.
Lord anno...
Selim coughed twice, wiped the saliva that Luslan had spit on his face with his sleeve, stood up tremblingly, and spit out a little blood as Luslan's back gradually distant.
Looking into the distance, the black smoke floating in London had already darkened half of the sky, and something was obviously something amazing happened.
"Arnold One..." He unconsciously muttered the name of his creation, and staggered to hold the things in the ruins and climbed up.
"Is it you, are you angry..."
He seemed to want to walk far away, but his legs became weak and soft. He knelt on the ground and happened to see his blood-stained hands.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
He was very frightened, and his body was not sure where he had a strong force, and suddenly he could dodge backwards at a fast speed.
But I can't escape the blood on my hands.
Bloodstains of Nolra Broll.
The bloodstains of Arnold One.
He was suddenly awakened.
"I did all this...?"
"I did it..."
"I did it!?"
He lay on the ground, looked up at the city of London, and looked at the smoke representing disaster.
"It's...I did it..."
His eyes became darker.
“…Luslan, you’re right…”
He slowly stood up.
"I am a bastard who doesn't know how to respect life and loses his conscience..."
"I...how could I do something like this..."
I don’t know if it’s guilt or responsibility, but it drives Selim’s legs.
"This...hell...is done by myself..."
Selim tripped over a piece of equipment, but he got up again.
"What did I do...?"
He ran, towards the city of London, towards his sins.
......
The magicians have arrived in London.
And outside London, there are more magicians.
They opened up huge magic positions and barriers, covering the entire city of London.
What they need to be responsible is not only to defeat this monster who doesn't know where they come from, but also to minimize the impact left over from this matter afterwards.
This is related to the mystery being exposed, and all magicians are extremely cautious.
Monarch Elmero, who is Maximilian, has made a very accurate judgment. Arnold is not the time to be strong now.
Its magic, both in quality and quantity, is very huge and advanced, and can even crush most fantasy species, comparable to those with names.
But it's too tender.
It was only a few hours old, and there had never been a life as sad as it had. It did not even have instinct, but just roughly used the magic power in its body.
No matter how terrifying the magic in its body is, it cannot be used.
It is a beast without any reason, just venting its desire to destroy itself madly.
Its huge palm slapped at a building, but a huge fireball suddenly hit his body.
I don’t know what principle it is, but it also has pain and looks in that direction with anger.
Then, people, many people, who have a "threatening sense" in their eyes, appear.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The monarch who inherited science, the monarch Brissan looked at Arnold No. 1 with some fear.
"This level of magic... everyone should be careful!"
To be continued...