My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 441 329: Prelude to the Great Expedition (Part 3)

And as the light faded, the mystic scholar's lips twisted completely, for he had succeeded. In the future, a hundred years hence, he finally realized the speculation he had in life.

"What a pity, kid. If you hadn't ordered me just now to satisfy the desires of your loins, perhaps I would have spared your life, maybe even let you bear the Emperor's contract." The mystic scholar chuckled, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips.

The figure within the technique rose to his feet, clad in golden armor that radiated light. His face was filled with the marks of time and helplessness as he looked at the person in front of him and said, "I have come in response to the summoning, I am the Golden Emperor."

And the mystic scholar laughed, he had finally succeeded, assuredly! In an instant, he released a snake from a jar, controlling it the moment it escaped, thus forging a contract with the Heroic Spirit, the Golden Emperor.

This maneuver caused even the Golden Emperor to frown deeply at that moment.

Because he also realized that the man in front of him was not human, but also a Heroic Spirit, yet both of them shared the same seemingly insignificant snake as their true host!

He didn't know what method was used to exploit this loophole, successfully summoning him and allowing a snake to contract both of them at the same time!

And the mystic scholar laughed, bowing respectfully to the Golden Emperor, and said, "Great Emperor, I am the 22nd direct line of your second sister's branch, you can call me... Mad Viscount, Lumia!"

The mystic scholar, speaking with the Golden Emperor, added, "But in front of outsiders, please just call me Mystic Scholar, or you can also call me... Scientist!"

"Compared to mysticism, I seem to prefer biology. It's a pity that I can no longer research more rituals combining biology and mysticism."

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The next morning, the Prince, who hadn't slept all night, received news from the intelligence agency below. No one had successfully summoned a Heroic Spirit that night.

He could only massage his temples in frustration. This year was unlucky, already facing losses before the grand expedition, but the good news was that Mad Viscount was far more powerful than the legends, easily slicing the Blood Duke in half. This kind of power was beyond his imagination, comparable to the historical Golden Emperor.

Legend has it that the Emperor could kill Demon Race Heroic Spirits with a mere pebble, unstoppable.

All that remains is to hope that Mad Viscount can achieve a victorious taste.

Today is the day to head to the Land of Judgment, and tonight at midnight will be the survival game in that land.

But with only four Heroic Spirits remaining, Xue Dili, the Pirate Queen, the Archer, and the mystic scholar who always wore a smile, the Prince could only sigh.

Four against seven, the advantage is not ours...

But as things stand, they can only grit their teeth and forge ahead, putting all hope in Mad Viscount.

He coughed lightly, and then the court mystic scholars began arranging the technique to travel to the Land of Judgment. At this moment, the Prince said, "Thank you, ancestors, for your assistance. Please, no more infighting, unite and complete this grand expedition together."

Although it felt like a makeshift troupe, with the mystic scholar not even bringing his host, the Prince could only silently pray.

He even suspected that the mystic scholar might have secretly killed his own host. Observing the other four hosts' behaviors, he saw arrogance, belligerence, and an unparalleled sexual repression. He even thought what he saw was not a host capable of summoning Heroic Spirits, but an Enchanting Demon from myth.

Among all the hosts, only Lana seemed normal, but now, as they prepared to depart, the mystic scholar still had not brought his host, so it seemed that the child was most likely dead too.

As for the cause of death, he reckoned it was similar to the others yesterday, affected by an unknown pollution.

The Prince needed to let everyone hasten their research on why most hosts in this batch were polluted, and how to avoid such situations in the next batch.

"So may you all, for the future of humanity!" The Prince concluded with a noble etiquette.

The group then walked into the Teleportation Gate.

Xue Dili, in the next second, saw a twisted battlefield.

No vegetation or life existed here, and the entire battlefield felt like a descent into Hell, reeking of a foul smell and seemingly toxic gases.

Xue Dili immediately set up a filtering barrier for Lana, the only person needing protection, while surveying the towering light screen in the distance.

Although he couldn't see the full scope of this Land of Judgment, the light screen, like an air wall, made Xue Dili feel the island was composed of two connected islands, resembling an hourglass.

Or perhaps, like the symbol "∞".

And as the war progressed to the later stages, the light screen would gradually shrink, compressing the participants' movement space, forcing both sides into encounters.

Thus, Xue Dili always said this war was like a "battle royale," all the rules set as a human-devised game.

Just like those Olympus gods from Ancient Greece, who grew weary of an unchanging world over their long lives. Some turned into wastrels who only knew pleasure from procreation, while others began to relish stirring wars among human nations for amusement.

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