Chapter 369

"I used to be a tutor at the Griffin Empire Academy, dedicated to studying the history of the First Age." The priest's eyes showed unparalleled desire, and he grasped with both hands, "It only took one year! It took only one year to destroy the world. This is so beautiful, unparalleled power. Do you know how many people are needed to destroy the chosen ones?"

"114,514?" Field answered immediately.

"Ahem, bullshit." This almost choked the priest to death. He said angrily, "There will be no more than twenty people in the world! We have traveled all over Griffin, Dragon Tower, Silver Wing and Franvia, and we can't find any traces. We only found a scroll of destruction!"

"Less than twenty people...destroy the world?" Field rubbed his chin and tentatively suggested, "Maybe you didn't dig deep enough, or look to the east. But then again, if you revive a Destroyer, I can feel it intuitively."

"That's right, that's what I want. If you can revive the Destroyer, I don't care whether it's your contract or the contract of the believers." The priest nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the scroll in the center, "This is a special item of the racial heritage level: the scroll of destruction. It will only be formed after the death of the ninth-level Destroyer. Humph, you definitely can't understand it."

"I can understand."

Field instantly thought of his appraisal book, the precious artifact that could directly canonize a person as the Chosen One.

"Nobles love to pretend, you can't understand... This scroll is the key to reviving the Chosen One of Destruction. It contains the residual soul and knowledge of the Chosen One. Theoretically, as long as you have it, you can canonize a Chosen One of Destruction."

The priest danced excitedly: "We tried several times according to the guidance and deduction of the true god, and failed every time."

Field frowned. He hated the style of the shadow world: "Why don't you pull an ordinary woman over and use it on her directly? Why do you have to sacrifice people?"

Just like the appraisal book, you can canonize a wise Chosen One with a thought. If I didn't plan to use it to control a female noble and maximize the benefits, I would have used it to enhance my combat power.

"Of course not, we tried it." The priest shook his head, "The Chosen One of Disaster is completely different from the normal system. They will not stop until they kill something. Not only that, the laws of the world no longer allow the Chosen One of Destruction to appear."

"I see."

Field nodded to show his understanding. His appraisal book was the Chosen One of Wisdom, and his possession was relatively mild. Besides, the Chosen Ones of Wisdom also exist in the Empire, and they are not out of print.

"We have a lot of blood, flesh, artifacts, and even the hair of the Chosen Ones, but we can't revive them. Every time we damage a lot of rare artifacts. What else do you think is missing? Only fate is missing. Reviving the disaster is defying this world!"

Field raised his eyebrows and said bluntly: "Soul, you yourself said it was a remnant soul, and it may also lack a lord, haha."

"Enough, as a rigorous scholar, I don't want to hear messy speculations."

"Continue your ceremony, I will come to see it before it starts."

The priest tilted his head: "You are very interesting. You didn't stop us, but let us continue the experiment. Aren't you worried that this world will be destroyed in your hands? The contract of the Chosen Ones of Destruction is just an assumption. They may have human forms like the Chosen Ones of Corruption, but they can't be restrained at all."

"It doesn't matter."

Corruption also has two of them.

"Oh, right." Field took out a bottle and handed it to the priest, "Blood left by Chemi, the one who destroyed the chosen one."

"Blood? What nonsense are you talking about? Four eras have passed, where did the blood come from?" The priest opened the bottle stopper, smelled it, and almost vomited it, "This is...her aunt, didn't Chemi collect it to make potions, why give it to me, I think it's dirty."

The priest looked at Field with a strange face.

"Huh?"

Field staggered, and his eyes went black and he almost fell down. What the hell, aunt, why did you hide that thing in the mosaic.

"Okay, okay, I almost fooled her. Her acting is really good. She deserved her death."

In a hurry, Chemi mixed the truth and lies together. With her superb acting skills, she temporarily deceived herself and lived for a few days.

"It's okay. I'll make you some maoxuewang." Spreading his hands speechlessly, Field glanced at several scholars of the Shadow World Sect and said, "I hope you don't follow Chemi's old path."

After coming to the ground through the spiral staircase, Field asked a team of subhuman soldiers to supervise them and closed the door.

"Sir, can these suspicious guys be trusted?"

"Not trustworthy, but the possible benefits outweigh the risks, it's worth a try." Field answered solemnly, "Just those broken artifacts and rare monsters,I believe they are not joking. "

The most important thing is that the small map is marked in gray, indicating that they have no hostility.

"Okay, I believe you unconditionally." Asina nodded hurriedly, and then worriedly said, "Sir, are we going to intercept Richard? If he arrives in the Night Territory, the war will destroy our development."

"Not for the time being, they are passive now." Field pondered for a moment, "The environment in the Night Territory is much more cruel than the snow-capped mountains and rainforests, and he doesn't know the way."

Asina reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go to patrol the fortress to prevent loopholes."

"Thank you for your hard work. I have released the black crow when you entered the city. It will go back to see the situation in the Night Territory. You don't have to worry too much."

The corrupted black crow entered the gray fog and flew at high speed for more than half an hour before scouting Richard's army.

"Why is Richard walking so slowly? "

They were being attacked by a continuous tide of corpses, and there were large piles of corpses lying around, some human and some rotten.

The low-morale serfs were responsible for holding the line, while the fighting knights and mages mostly just watched. Richard rode on his warhorse with a calm face, quietly watching the battlefield.

Typical aristocratic war thinking.

"Oh, I almost forgot that Richard doesn't have a small map, and he can't avoid the movement of the corpse tide at all."

Field smiled and said that he was used to leading the way in the night, so he didn't worry about the corpse tide.

In fact, the road he was familiar with was also explored with human lives, and many slaves and soldiers died.

"According to their speed of travel, it is estimated that it will take more than half a month, which is too lame. I just don't know what Richard will think when he knows that he has no way out."

The crisis that originally made him anxious now seems very ridiculous.

"The biggest danger is still the other armies of the Shadow World Sect.

Not bothering to pay attention to Richard, Field controlled the black crow and flew back to the manor.