bookbashuk Chapter 306 Wei Xin has found Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, while I have nothing.
Chapter 306 Wei Xin has found Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, while I have nothing.
Chapter 306 Wei Xin has found Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, while I have nothing.
evening.
On the garden ground lay two rusty suits of armor. One was a magnificent golden suit of armor, gleaming with a metallic sheen like the rising sun. The other was a dark purple suit of armor, exuding a gloomy aura that even the blazing sun could not dispel, inspiring awe. Wei Xin stroked his chin, a look of confusion on his face.
Why is the newly forged armor rusting?
Tanjiro reached for the dark purple cursed armor.
A resentful undead knight, a sin-ridden Azure Flame Blade Demon.
But when they were only a fist's distance apart, he froze on the spot and looked at the Celebration Armor on the other side.
A loyal guard revered by thousands, a Crimson Lotus Knight with illustrious battle achievements.
With such drastically different evolutionary paths, which one should we choose?
This is difficult, extremely difficult.
Wei Xin cursed inwardly. What kind of despicable person came up with this kind of business plan that split a version in half and sold it?
"Aren't you going to give Tanjiro any advice?" Cynthia asked.
Crimson Armor Knight is a Fire/Psychic special attacker, while Azure Blade Demon is a Fire/Ghost physical attacker. Choosing an evolution path means choosing your future and career path, much like choosing a university major, which requires careful consideration.
Wei Xin's team would be well-suited to adding a Crimson Lotus Knight to provide firepower.
However, Azure Flame Blade Demon is also a good choice to make up for the team's shortcomings in physical attack and attributes.
Cynthia was glad she didn't keep Charcoal as a servant, otherwise she would have been tormented by it.
"Let Tan Xiaoshi choose for himself." Wei Xin smiled. He wasn't good at choosing a major. Back then, he estimated the minimum score for admission to Magic University and squeezed himself into Magic University. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to the archaeology major.
As for the evolutionary direction of Tan Xiaoshi, Wei Xin understood it, but he wouldn't interfere much.
Giving Pokémon the right space to develop their strengths and then correcting them appropriately is one of Wei Xin's training strategies.
"Go ahead and choose with confidence," Wei Xin encouraged Tan Xiaoshi, clenching his fist.
He earned so much money primarily to make himself comfortable, and secondly, to give his children a greater margin of error.
The remaining armor can be given to the other Tanjiro servants.
"Cut!" With the trainer's encouragement, Tanjiro suddenly felt confident. Recalling her good brother whom she had just met a long time ago, she chose to evolve into Azure Blade Demon, which did look quite cool.
However, Tan Xiaoshi felt that the Azure Flame Blade Demon was not suitable for him.
Even now, the suffering of the past still lingers in his mind like a nightmare, and he knows clearly that his heart is not strong enough to bear the karma overflowing from the armor of curses.
Therefore, there is only one answer.
If you can't bear it, there's only one option left: muster your courage and overcome it.
Tanjiro leaped into the air and punched the Celebration Armor.
A crisp clinking sound rang out.
The rusted armor resonated with Charcoal Servant's heart, and a pillar of fire shot into the sky, where the rising sun burned away the sea of clouds.
Vibrant fiery clouds churned in the sky, and a smile appeared on the lips of Azure Flame Blade Demon.
I turned my gaze back to the silver-white seat in front of me.
Amegio knelt on one knee, and a handsome old man sat diagonally in front of him. The ends of his long, silvery-white hair were pink, tinged with the color of the Lac element. Pink gas flowed from the tubes behind him, continuously seeping into his body.
The old man propped his chin up, his lifeless eyes looking down at Amegio, who was bowing his head below the stage. His inherited triangular pupils proved the unbreakable blood ties between them.
"Emegio, my child, you must understand that the reason an ideal is an ideal is precisely because it will clash fiercely with reality. And conflict means blood and sacrifice, but this cannot be a reason to stop us from moving forward. We bear the mission of exploring the future of mankind and bringing eternal happiness to the world."
"But----"
"Emegio!"
Ji Bing interrupted Amegio's speech with a stern rebuke, his voice filled with regret and loneliness, "You should know that ideals are obsessive, but also unquestionable. Generations of our family's blood have flowed and been sacrificed, and in the end, only you and I are left."
"If I do something wrong and one day I have to pay for it with my life, I will not complain. But this sin will not fall on you, my child, I promise you."
He beckoned Amegio to his side and extended his hand to him: "Then, the mission of the exploration team will finally be handed over to you, and that will be the time for you to find your ideal."
"I understand." Amegio lifted that old hand, which looked like a thin layer of skin covering bones, with pink mist flowing through the faintly visible veins.
If it were him in the past, he might have chosen to unconditionally believe in the ideals his grandfather spoke of, but now that he has witnessed the future, he has learned to question.
If you were truly prepared to bleed, why would you be sitting in a wheelchair, barely clinging to life? What you're talking about—is it ideals, personal desires, or just wishful thinking and self-satisfaction?
Amegio leaned down and kissed him lightly, but there was no warmth on his lips.
There was no blood flowing in this body; before him lay only a puppet controlled by his obsession.
But he wouldn't reveal his thoughts; the most important intelligence in a war, and the outside affairs, could be completely handled by Wei Xin.
He believed Wei Xin could do it.
All he had to do was stay here until he had figured out everything about the Lak element and the mystery lurking behind his grandfather.
After Amegio left, Ji Bing let out a long, labored sigh. The LCD screen behind Ji Bing lit up for a moment, and a hoarse voice appeared in the space.
It pointed out the reality without reservation.
"Your child has begun to doubt you."
"He won't," Ji Bing said confidently. "I've spent over twenty years instilling my ideas in him since he was a child, watching him grow up. I know everything about him. Everything I say is the truth to him, and he won't doubt it."
"Alright, I'll assume you're right," the voice said. "But I must remind you, Ji Bing, that Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum has been opened and a suitable successor has been found."
He scolded, "But you, Ji Bing, you and your men are utterly stupid. The Imperial Seal of the State has not been found, the Six Heroes are missing, and now even the treasures in the First Emperor's Mausoleum have fallen into the hands of others. The strength of your generations is not even as great as that of a child who has not yet reached adulthood."
"I should consider finding someone else to collaborate with."
"Looking for whom? That young man? Then when you go to him, remember to carry a bundle of thorns on your backs, hoping he'll be lenient with you," Ji Bing sneered indifferently. "Or do you think that besides me, there's someone else who can release you?"
"What right do you bunch of old fogies, cowering in corners, afraid of being discovered, have to talk to me like that?"
Ji Bing rejected the other party's PUA tactics and threats, and even slapped the other party, which angered the other party.
"Ji Bing, remember your place! If we don't provide the elixir of immortality, your life will end here."
"Arrogant old fogies," Ji Bing sneered, "you don't really think that pills made using ancient methods can compare to advanced modern medicine, do you?"
"As for identity, that's laughable. Only those with value have identity, not information stored in chromosomes," Ji Bing retorted mercilessly. "Besides, you and I both know that the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum is not the key. Haven't you heard that the highest level of warfare is commanding the enemy? Instead of arguing with me here, you might as well offer some real help."
After a brief silence, the voice spoke again: "What else do you want?"
"Power," Ji Bing said without hesitation, as if he had planned it all along. "It is an absolute power that does not belong to this era, that exists only in records, that modern people have never seen, cannot understand, and cannot obtain."
The flames of desire burned in his eyes: "Even if it's the power to bring disaster."