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In the blue-gray mist.
The outline of the cabin is looming.
Roger walked over with steady steps.
When they were two hundred meters away from the cabin.
He suddenly stopped.
Ahead.
There was a gully that Roger could not cross.
This gap is not simply on the material level.
Perception told Roger.
Unless there is a special opportunity.
Otherwise no one can get past this place.
He walked tentatively along the gully.
No matter how far he went.
The ravine always lay between him and the cabin.
The large amount of treasures perceived in the "Observer's Hut" seems more like an illusion.
This feeling of being able to see but not touch is really itchy.
But Roger was very restrained.
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"It could even be a trap..."
After noticing something unusual about the cabin.
Roger's vigilance instantly increased.
I have to say.
This 8th history world is quite weird.
Not only has such an extreme natural environment evolved.
It also cultivated immortal-level strongmen.
Walking here.
There is no room for slackness.
So he retreated a hundred meters.
He walked around the cabin again.
This time.
Roger made a discovery.
He found a figure beneath a giant dead tree outside the ravine.
The figure was hiding in the shadows.
Lifeless.
But those scarlet eyes were fixed on Roger.
The moment I saw that figure.
The pores all over Roger's body contracted involuntarily.
In perception.
He seemed to be being stared at by an extremely terrifying hunter!
on the data bar.
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"Insight: You discovered the 'Intimidation Puppet'"
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"No offense..."
" I don't think this puppet should scare you."
"It just looks fierce, but it's not actually threatening at all."
Suddenly, a very gentle sound came from the puppet's stomach.
Roger looked at the puppet silently.
After a short rest.
He tried to say:
"Constantine?"
"It's me."
A hearty laugh came from the puppet's stomach:
"I have been waiting here for a long time."
"Respected demon slayer."
Roger asked with a gloomy face:
"You knew I was coming here?"
The intimidating puppet nodded woodenly:
“People always yearn for light in the darkness.”
"What's more, anyone with sufficient perception can find the "Observer's Hut" on the surface."
“That’s its nature.”
Roger took two steps closer.
He glanced casually at the small house next to him:
"it?"
“This cottage looks very unusual.”
"There seem to be a lot of treasures in here..."
Roger's words were pure temptation.
He wanted to know Constantine's purpose and attitude.
This magical cottage is a great place to start.
The way the other party answers will directly affect Roger's evaluation results.
But what was slightly beyond his expectations was.
Constantine answered very straightforwardly:
"There are indeed many treasures in this Watcher's Hut."
"But I have been waiting here for hundreds of years, but I still cannot get in."
"It does not belong to history, nor to the present, nor to the future. In the dimension of time, it seems to be independent of our universe..."
"And physically, it shouldn't be here. We can't cross that gap, right?"
"I guess."
“Only gods with a higher dimensional perspective are qualified to enter.”
“Others, unless they can start from one of the two levels of time or matter, integrate themselves into it and achieve a harmonious resonance, will have a chance to enter it.”
"Of course, the above are just speculations based on theories."
"Perhaps it was a pure accident. Your and my observations are beyond doubt to him. So are his observations to us."
…
Hear this.
Roger was silent.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand.
But Constantine was a little too enthusiastic.
From the various signs revealed.
Roger quickly realized the opportunity and origin of this meeting between the two parties.
He asked back bluntly:
"You reported me to the Future Organization?"
Constantine laughed and said:
"Indeed."
"Dear demon slayer, please don't be angry yet. I need to talk to you, but I have to do it in a place where no one can see me..."
Roger said coldly:
“So it’s next to this ravine?”
"Because of the power of the Observer's Hut, no one can know about our meeting and conversation?"
"But you won't be afraid of the people from the Future Organization, right?"
For the last question.
The immortal alchemist did not give a direct answer.
He just patiently explained:
"This gully has the power to obliterate time and matter. This power is terrifying, but it is harmless to us."
"As you said, the conversations that took place here are truly top secret."
"I know that the raid by the mobile team made you very unhappy. I apologize to you again here."
"Feel sorry."
"But the person I'm going to talk to you about next is very sensitive. If I mention his name somewhere else, he will definitely feel it..."
Roger said thoughtfully:
"Killing Mask?"
"Killing Mask."
Constantine affirmed.
"You know him?"
Roger asked.
"certainly."
There was a hint of bitterness in Constantine's tone:
"Not only do I know him, I also have an unbreakable relationship with him."
"He is my child, my mortal enemy, and my heart disease..."
"He was once my pride, but then things changed and I could only watch him fall into the abyss of depravity..."
"I created him with my own hands..."
"A monster."
The words fell.
Roger's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Did you create him?"
His tone was a little turbulent.
"Yes."
Constantine lowered his voice and said:
"He may be the most remarkable masterpiece in the history of alchemy."
"I'm sorry he caused you some trouble."
"You probably guessed it."
"I made him according to your template..."
Roger bared his teeth.
He didn't say anything.
He just showed an expression of listening attentively.
Under the giant tree.
The intimidating puppet began to stagger.
Constantine seemed lost in reminiscence.
After a while.
His narration began intermittently:
…
In Constantine's narrative.
He himself was a gifted alchemist.
But before officially coming into contact with the dream ether.
Limited by the inheritance of civilization.
He could only make some small gadgets such as the "contraceptive ring".
Hundreds of years ago.
A very accidental opportunity.
He was helped by a wizard.
He gained access to the Dream Aether.
The latter fully activated his potential.
His strength continued to rise.
Finally, it stabilized on immortality for a long time.
For Constantine.
It's a miracle.
Because alchemists prefer the application of ether rather than the study of theoretical knowledge.
Therefore, alchemists of high levels are very rare .
Far fewer than mages.
And all this.
It's all thanks to the magical dream ether.
In Constantine's fanatical description.
The Dream Aether is recognized as the most powerful and real force of the nine planets.
He even suspected that this was the power of God!
…
Constantine's outstanding strength allowed him to secretly occupy a place on the floating island early on.
But as a restless alchemist.
Of course he has his own pursuits.
In the early years.
While pursuing the power of the dream ether.
Constantine once mistakenly entered a lower dimension in a dream.
According to his guess.
That bottom plane is located at the bottom of the nine planets——
Even the bottom of the abyss of destruction!
That is the destination of all things.
There are also tens of millions of projections deposited there.
It's very dangerous there.
But it also has a beautiful style that you can't see anywhere else.
Even though I only stumbled in by accident for a short while.
But Constantine still gained a lot.
He claimed that he had mastered the mysteries of the gods.
That is, a small amount of “creative authority.”
This authority of creation, plus the projection he casually grabbed in the lower plane.
Thirty years ago.
The Mask of Killing was born.
It is worth mentioning.
The projection that Constantine caught that year.
It turned out to be Roger's!
therefore.
The Mask of Killing is essentially an artificial life created by tracing back Roger's projection.
Everything he had was inherited from Roger.
Compared to Constantine, the Creator.
Roger was actually more like his father.
…
“In the beginning.
He acted very normal.
He is very kind.
Also very hardworking.
He absorbed knowledge eagerly like a newborn baby.
I am amazed at how fast he learns.
At that time, I was completely overwhelmed by the joy of creation.
I imparted my knowledge to him without reservation.
In hindsight.
All I can say is that it's a good thing he doesn't have a talent for alchemy.
Otherwise he might bring more disasters to the world!"
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“The changes started with his first kill.
At the time I just thought he had to master some fighting skills.
And the potential he has shown is also suitable for becoming a top wanderer.
So I provided him with some very simple practice prey.
rabbit.
python.
goat.
Then there is the poisonous wolf...
But it starts with the first kill.
Something was wrong with him.
His strength began to grow at an incredible speed.
He kept asking me for more monsters.
Gradually.
He seemed to be addicted to killing.
I realized something was wrong.
Trying to delay his actions.
But it was too late.
He escaped from the training room I built for him.
His magic immunity and invisibility made it impossible for me to track him.
I just know.
For a long time he stayed on the surface.
For a moment I thought he would die in the poison gas.
But soon.
He got used to the harsh environment on the surface.
His strength increased rapidly.
My fears soon became a reality.
About half a year later.
He returned to the floating island.
He didn't come to see me.
Instead, they started a killing spree!"
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“In the beginning.
He's only around level 70.
But the number of mages who died at his hands continued to increase.
His strength soon reached the critical point for upgrading.
I can't do anything about him.
to be honest.
At that time, I was a little soft-hearted towards him.
I thought.
Those mages will be able to solve this problem eventually.
But what I didn't expect was.
The future organization is actually so fragile.
Except for the final range exile.
They were unable to offer any effective resistance..."
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“You should know what happened later.
This guy holds the key to the secrets.
He can move freely between our world and this world.
I have seen him killing people in prophecy spells countless times.
I am in pain.
But there is nothing I can do.
Every time at this time.
I always recall what my mentor said to me when I first entered the industry -
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We alchemists are very good at inventions.
But not good at fighting.
The above two sentences can be translated as 'Alchemists are good at creating trouble, but not good at solving it'.
so.
In the realm of alchemy.
Be sure to think twice before you act.
…
terribly sorry.
I've said so many things that don't help.
But this is indeed my true feeling.
As you can see.
The Mask of Slaughter is a creation out of control.
I can't restrain him.
So I can only come to you.
I think.
Compared to me, a creator who stumbled upon it by accident.
You probably know him better than I do.
You know.
He is the embodiment of your projection.
There is absolutely no way he can be your opponent!"
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I listened silently to all of Constantine's accounts of the killing mask.
Roger's facial expressions are very interesting.
He rubbed his temple gently:
"so……"
"Are you here to ask me for help?"
Constantine said wearily:
"Yes."
"I want you to..."
"Kill him!"
Roger snorted:
"What if I say no?"
Constantine smiled bitterly:
"Then there is no way."
"I don't know who else can restrain him except you."
"The power to kill is the most terrifying power."
"I can confirm that."
"No one on the floating island can handle the upgraded Killing Mask."
After hearing this.
Roger said meaningfully:
"It seems that even if it is for the power to kill, I should fight him to the death."
Constantine said bluntly:
"Indeed."
"Of course, the cause of this trouble is me, and I will pay for this commission."
"You can name a price."
Roger habitually asked for a lot of money:
"Three and a half artifacts."
"Can."
The alchemist's straightforward answer startled Roger.
"I'll pay one as a deposit."
"The remaining two items will be given to you on the spot once you kill the Mask of Slaughter and bring his body back to me."
"That's right."
"What kind of semi-artifact do you want?"
Constantine asked casually.
Roger was so stunned by these words.
Is an immortal alchemist so rich?
Can you choose any semi-artifact at will?
So Roger tentatively asked:
"Gun."
"Not the kind that uses hot weapons."
The intimidation puppet was quiet for a moment.
After a moment.
Constantine replied calmly:
"some."
"Do you think this is suitable?"
While talking.
The threatening puppet suddenly opened its mouth.
A azure blue spear appeared in front of Roger!
on the data bar.
…
"Azure Oath (Semi-artifact/Knight's Lance)"
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"Special Effect 1: Three Shots to Death"
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"Three Shots to Death: Anyone hit three times by Azure Oath will be directly put into Level 8 Death State (except for the Gods)"
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"Note: Under the Azure Oath, everyone is equal, and the gods are even more equal."
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"Special Effect 2: Azure Oath"
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"Azure Oath: Every time you use the Azure Spear, you must swear an oath that complies with the Azure Oath rules. You must abide by this oath for life, otherwise you will permanently lose the right to use the Azure Oath."
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