Monarch Bassermero frowned as he looked at the young man who was knocked away.
He felt the aura of the young man and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.
"What are you doing? You are also a magician!" said the monarch Bathmero, sternly, "Get out of here quickly, half of London is now destroyed, and the situation must be dealt with!"
"Of course I know what I'm doing..." Luslan's chest was blown out of a hole by magic, and blood was flowing outwards, but Luslan still used all his strength to get up.
The blood dripped on the ground formed a miserable and beautiful pattern, and blood and tears were still flowing downwards in Luslan's eyes.
He collapsed: "I really... don't want to stand by and watch..."
"And, if I didn't stand beside him..." He turned around and walked towards the monster that was stunned. "No one would stand beside him..."
He staggered, but he walked very firmly.
"Ahhh...puff..."
The monarch Bassermero sighed: "Although I don't know what happened between you, your determination moved me, but..."
He issued an attack order to the magicians around him: "We must take action in this situation. If you insist on blocking us, we will not show mercy."
"I know..." The magic behind it was about to hit, and a miserable and sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Luslan's mouth, "Isn't this the magician like this..."
Arnold No. 1 wanted to protect Luslan, but before it could run over, he lost too much blood and half kneeled on the ground. Luslan, who was still bleeding and still bleeding, was already submerged in magic.
In the eyes of the compound, Luslan's last expression was reflected.
It was a complex and weird expression.
For some reason, Arnold No. 1 can understand the meaning.
"Bye now......"
boom--
Boom--
Luslan was blown up by various powerful magic tricks, and before Arnold could react, more bombardments came towards it.
It's strong, but the magician is stronger.
What's more, the clock tower itself represents one of the highest magic levels on this planet. Here, nine of the twelve monarchs who can represent this highest level. Except for the mysterious dean, this is already considered the highest combat power of the clock tower.
Arnold No. 1 is just an empty shell of a super fantasy species, and the strength it can actually exert is only at the level of a powerful fantasy species.
There is no doubt that what it encounters is crushing.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The beast roared in pain.
But the engraved magic circuit on his inner shell was helping him slow down his damage.
As Serim said, at least on the relative level, Arnold One is a "perfect" creature.
The defense is strong and the damage it can cause is also great. If Arnold could really learn to use his own power, the current city of London would not have been destroyed only half of it, 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 trace back to the level of the God Age.
Selim has also arrived at the battlefield.
He saw clearly what was going on here from a distance.
He saw the death of Arnold No. 1 and Luslan.
"What did I do in the end!"
A large number of magicians, from all directions, bombarded like Arnold One with various magic tricks.
Arnold One was roaring and wailing.
Even with strong defense, it still cannot stop such an attack.
Selim was also among the crowd besieging Arnold One. He wanted to end the mistake he made with his own hands, even if he was powerless to make the world come true.
The roar of the monster gradually weakened in the endless bombardment.
Its screams are grievance and pain.
But no one can understand.
Selim may understand, but even if he can understand, he must terminate the error.
In this way, the wail disappeared, and forever disappeared.
But surprisingly, after the monster died, the huge corpse was not left behind.
Selim came to the place where the monster's corpse disappeared, opened the ruins, and found a curled-up little boy below, who had lost his voice.
"Child, I'm sorry for the child..."
He trembled and picked up Nolra Broll's body, looked at the calm sleeping face, and shed tears in regret.
The nine monarchs of the clock tower stood behind him, watching the little boy Selim picked up from the big hole that was blown out, with different expressions.
Finally, the two monarchs came out of the crowd.
The monarch Bassermero and the monarch Elmero respectively.
"I need an explanation, Zorgen." Monarch Bassermero said in a deep voice.
"Selim, old man...I need an explanation, too." Mark looked at Selim with a complicated expression.
Selim knelt on the ground, and Nolra's small body lay in his arms.
He nodded in pain: "I can, I can..."
"I won't avoid my mistakes, I won't..."
Monarch Bassermero sighed and shook his head and left. He also wanted to organize people to deal with the aftermath. This time, the aftermath will probably be very large.
Mark patted Selim on the shoulder and left.
They did not arrest Selim immediately, which was a brutal respect.
Now, we 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, what did you bring me here for?" Ivo looked a little depressed.
What Serim did has been revealed to the world. That kind of inhumane experiment will be despised by everyone. The Zorgen family is now ruled by thousands of people.
Selim did not think about escaping, but chose to face it.
"Ivo, what I did is worthy of my ancestors, and it violates human ethics and morality." Selim's soft long burgundy hair was already gray, and he looked at his son tiredly, "I will not continue to stay in the position of the head of the family. Sorry, when you were so young, you would entrust this family to you."
Ivo was silent, without saying a word, just looking at his father who made a big mistake.
On the manor, the servants were already filled with firewood.
Selim lit the match, looked at the burning flames on the match, and sighed.
"I will not let the technology I have developed pass on. I am extremely clear now that it is wrong and should not exist."
"That's the product of my madness, I have to take responsibility to destroy it."
He threw the matches to the ruins of the manor.
The raging fire started to burn.
Selim half-kneeled and looked up at his son, the current head of the Zorgen family, Ivo Zorgen.
"Ivo, I learned a lesson in this incident."
"Listen, you are responsible for carving me onto the pillar of shame in the family and alerting all the descendants of our family."
"We must respect life and fear life."
“Never get involved in this field again.”
"...I understand, father." Ivo nodded, "Then you..."
"I will pay the price for everything I have done. Go back. This is my last command to you as the head of the Zorgen family."
Ivo went back, and Selim confirmed that Ivo's carriage had disappeared from the horizon and sighed.
To be continued...