Super Righteous Player
Chapter 409 - 406: The Immortal Person_1

Chapter 409: Chapter 406: The Immortal Person_1

"Is the trouble at the palace your doing?"

Nicholas II’s spiritual body frowned tightly, "You charged into the palace and killed to obtain the Wizard’s bone marrow?"

"...I’m starting to regret it now."

"Regret what?"

"Regret that I should not have passed the Philosopher’s Stone technology to you."

Nicholas II glared at Bernadino, very dissatisfied.

He had not anticipated Bernadino would commit such an outrageous act.

To put it bluntly... with so many dark wizards in the Royal Capital, would it kill you to pick another one to murder?

Even if you want better quality spinal marrow, there are silver-tier Transcendents in the Royal Capital.

The Philosopher’s Stones created by silver-tier Transcendents are already good enough for seven or eight uses. Each use lasts up to the standard battle duration of five minutes—must you resort to such a bloody and extreme method of storming the palace and directly harvesting spines?

"I don’t even know what you’ll do with it after you successfully create the Philosopher’s Stone."

The spiritual body of the young man with white hair frowned deeply and drifted forward a few steps, scolding without courtesy, "Even if you had a grudge against that wizard, did you not know how to cover your tracks a bit?"

"Would dealing with the body have killed you? If it’s really not working, couldn’t you have just taken the whole body? Why leave behind a corpse without a spine?"

This time it seemed that trouble was imminent.

He wondered whether he would be detained... or perhaps directly executed by the stone father was also a possibility.

After all, strictly speaking, he himself could even be considered a "reformed criminal".

Being here, he was not allowed to contact anyone.

And after he had taught Bernadino the method for creating "Hermes School’s Philosopher’s Stone", that old rascal immediately stabbed him in the back...

He even didn’t destroy the body after taking the spine!

Wasn’t this deliberately having the clues lead to himself?

Bernadino, however, just smiled.

The elderly man in the wheelchair spoke slowly and unhurriedly, "I just need it to extend my life... nothing more."

"The ’Philosopher’s Stone’ is the quintessence of Elemental Power, the most magnificent thing in the world. Even if not completely created, it can completely change a person’s fate."

Nicholas II stressed, "Don’t just use it as a tool or a potion."

"No, no, no, Nicholas."

The old man chuckled lowly with excitement and satisfaction, "Of course, I won’t treat it as a tool.

"—Because it will be my blood, my fuel; it is my heart, my life, entwined with all I hold dear... and the starting point of my destiny."

Bernadino spoke slowly, raising his head from the wheelchair.

Listening to this, Nicholas II furrowed his brows slightly.

For some reason... witnessing this scene, he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

At his level, a "premonition" was not simply a "premonition."

Fortunately, he had some mastery of the spells of the School of Prophets.

In the depths of Nicholas II’s spirit eyes, an imperceptible amber halo suddenly flashed—His pupils were marked with the pattern of a hollow, metallic clock.

"Eye of Lag" once taught this School of Prophets spell to Nicholas, [Limited Prescience].

Its inventor was "Eye of Lag" himself. Though it was only a silver-tier Instant Spell, it enabled one to glimpse a brief future—

—All of the above took place in just a fleeting moment.

The very next instant.

As soon as Bernadino raised his head.

"[Mutual Truce]!"

Nicholas II suddenly burst out.

His decree carried an ineffable sense of authority.

The moment his words fell, they materialized into tangible force.

Between Bernadino and Nicholas II, a transparent, crystal-like wall suddenly arose. An invisible force thundered outward, pushing simultaneously on both sides.

Only Bernadino’s wheelchair was repelled, while Nicholas II’s spiritual body still floated in the air.

"—The crown of the lion, the rest omitted."

The previously anxious voice of Nicholas II instantly became calm.

The wooden floor in front of him collapsed instantaneously, turning into swirling, radiant golden dunes of scorching sand.

The room in a blink of an eye became exceedingly dry, like the desert under the scorching heat of summer... even more cruel than that.

If a normal person were here, they would probably start to dehydrate after just three seconds; if it were a demon, it would suffer sevenfold damage. Upon touching the sandy land, they would ignite in the blink of an eye.

—Because the flowing sands crafted by Nicholas II were actually from the living desert to the east of Aesirland—the one that nearly engulfed the Elves and Centaurs completely.

Not because the demons were kind, but because they too could not cross that desert.

That was indeed a calamity of the epoch.

But Bernadino, sinking into the sea of sand, his bandages beginning to yellow and self-ignite, showed not the slightest hint of panic.

Seeing this, Nicholas II’s complexion darkened.

He raised his right hand once more and began to chant rapidly.

"... omitting earlier part, Kubler’s left eye. Omit. The crown of lilies. Omit. Omit. The wolf that devours the moon should look up and howl—"

But his incantation was not yet complete.

For he was merely being watched by the glowing right eye of Bernadino, and Nicholas’s spiritual body suddenly stiffened.

... How could this be?!

Even if Spiritual Monks have absolute suppressive power over spiritual bodies... it shouldn’t have been so easy...

"Nicholas Flamell. I have something to explain to you, and that is about your Philosopher’s Stone... I have successfully completed it."

Bernadino said with a smile, "Because within my spiritual body, there is a man—he is your teacher, your foster father... the former Tower Master of Jade Tower, Isaac Flamell."

Upon hearing these words, the expression of Nicholas II instantly froze.

The next moment, a black cyclopean giant silently rose behind Bernadino.

After that, countless black feathers, dripping with oil-like liquid, emerged out of nowhere around Nicholas II and swiftly converged towards the center, sticking one after another onto Nicholas II’s spiritual body.

At the moment the first feather stuck to him, Nicholas II suddenly felt an intense sense of weakness.

Just two or three seconds passed, and he had completely become a black stone statue, unable to move.

And when Bernadino was about to be completely swallowed by the desert of sand.

The one-eyed giant behind him reached out and effortlessly lifted him out.

Bernadino’s skin was burned to the bone in places, yet he showed not the slightest panic.

Under the astonished gaze of Nicholas II, his skin emitted a hissing white smoke and healed rapidly.

His exposed skin was soft and smooth, not at all appearing as aged as before, only it was covered in dense tattoos.

Nicholas II could tell at a glance—engraved all over it were the alchemical symbols of direct lineage from Jade Tower.

"This is the miracle you created, Nicholas."

Bernadino chuckled softly, then burst out laughing.

He reached up to tear off the bandages on his face and stood up from the wheelchair.

His previously excessively aged face had now regained the appearance of a man under thirty.

His chestnut-brown curly hair fell to his shoulders, his deep gem-like eyes shining with confidence. His face and neck—every piece of his skin was etched with formation arrays.

Seeing the alchemical formations on his face, Nicholas II instantly recognized the whole truth.

... He had turned himself into the Philosopher’s Stone?!

This was by no means the Philosopher’s Stone of the Hermesian School... at best, it was only a half-finished product.

It was the practice of injecting a Philosopher’s Stone that wasn’t more than seventy percent complete into the bloodstream, using the runes on his skin to contain its power and continuously activate it.

"Immortal and infinite elemental power, surrounded by a ’flock’ of beasts—at this moment, I have reached the limits of humanity!"

Bernadino laughed heartily, looking toward Nicholas II with a smile, "I have you to thank for this, Nicholas!"

Nicholas II suddenly found he could speak again.

He said gravely, "So, you want to also take my spinal fluid?

"—As thanks to me?"

"No, no, I just want to make you... live a bit more clearly."

Bernadino wore a mysterious smile, "When you go back, remember to slit your wrists under the sunlight and then recite some secret knowledge about Mr. Radiance."

"What—?!"

"Let me tell you a secret, Nicholas."

Bernadino interrupted Nicholas II’s words.

He spoke with the authority of a divine decree.

"—[You once committed mass murder in Royal Capital];

"—[You once established the School of Nicholas];

"—[You created several demons]."

After hearing these three sentences, the youthful Bernadino smiled slightly and waved his hand.

Nicholas II’s spiritual body slowly sank down, falling into the black mire.

But the next moment, he abruptly woke up.

When Nicholas opened his eyes from the chair.

... he suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.

"Where did you go?"

The voice of the Stone Father sounded as always behind him.

"I—"

But Nicholas opened his mouth and said nothing.

—He opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word.

In that instant, Nicholas realized the whole truth.

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