Just the moment Huai Shi laughed.

Ivory Tower, the old campus - under layers of blockade, under the brilliant matrix, a familiar figure slowly emerged and raised his eyes.

The old man with gray hair and waist was wearing black formal attire and handmade leather shoes, with cufflinks and tie meticulously.

Russell!

"It's still time to stop now, Woodman."

Russell's phantom shot up ashes, staring at the opponents in front of him, and laughing with a smile: "Otherwise, be careful not to die in burial place--"

"Does that fantasy mean to fool me, Russell?"

Woodman sneered and shook his head, exposing his disguise: "I'm not going to make you wrong wherever you are, playing with the empty city plan, you got the wrong place!"

As he said that, he waved his hand and the silent heretic king stepped forward and punched him!

The remaining phantom was completely destroyed, and then, it bombarded the thunder in front of me without reservation, causing the veins like giant trees to break, countless classics fell from the air, and the covers collapsed.

Woodman, and had reached out to hold the book that slowly fell from the air, his hands trembled excitedly, and his eyes were almost radiant.

But soon, in his hands, the book... began to shrink.

The thickness is thinning rapidly.

In the end, it turned into a broken book full of cracks.

Woodman's smile gradually became stiff.

That was the soul of the soul when he signed a contract with Russell...

——"Confessions"!

At that moment, in Woodman's hand, the cover of the confession slowly opened, and what surged from it was the grief and anger that had accumulated for seventy years.

Perpetual pain, irreparable mistakes, unbearable losses, unacceptable results.

An emotion called ‘confession’.

——And, the terrifying light that almost destroys oneself and the world!

The huge old campus trembled violently in an instant.

The surging tide boiled, the clouds in the air shattered, and everything collapsed inward in the loud noise!

The self-destruct mechanism set up seventy years ago ushered in an instant, and a large amount of source material turned into the light of destruction. Under this command of "repentance", all things cried silently.

evaporation!

The magnificent and gloomy old campus quickly shrinks into a singularity of nothingness in the blink of an eye!

Whether it was Woodman's phantom or the elite of Golden Dawn were all swallowed up and disappeared.

But then, the small singularity made a loud noise in an instant, expanding hard and slowly, forcibly spreading from the inside... A broken figure fell out of it, rolled back to the ground of the Ivory Tower, and vomited out golden and red blood.

The solemn body that used to be carved with gold is now covered with cracks.

The king of heretics!

The arrogant and powerful man in the past has now lost his legs, eyes, and even half of his body... and suffered severe damage!

"Are you surprised or not?"

Russell laughed, grinning at the phantom of the window despite the gaze of the clerks in the fast food restaurant: "How is it like being smart, Woodman?"

Woodman's face was gloomy and smiling, and had disappeared.

Instead, there are gushings and twists.

Ugly as an evil ghost.

"Russell!!!"

Regardless of his illusion of nothingness, he reached out to pull the old turtle's collar and roared out of control: "Where is the Book of Destiny! Where is the Book of Destiny?"

"Oh, did you mean this?"

Russell raised his right hand, and an ancient classic appeared again in his palm, emitting a real and solemn atmosphere.

"Are you?" He smiled and handed the book over: "Give it to you."

Woodman stiffened, unbelievable.

But then, Russell spread his hands and took out one book, one book, one book after another...

All are "Book of Destiny"!

In the end, the hill-like book of fate overlapped together, placed on the table, and pushed towards Woodman: "You said it earlier, I will give it to you if you want it."

After all, this kind of thing needs as much as you want, why bother so much?”

"You...you..."

Woodman couldn't understand, looked at him blankly, and then at the pile of books of fate on the table, the phantom almost shattered: "Why? This...I..."

"Anyway, it's all fake, it doesn't matter."

Russell waved his hand indifferently, so open and so happy, revealing the truth.

"After all, it was fake since seventy years ago. If I had known you wanted it, I could give you one Golden Dawn one copy... By then everyone will be the orthodox of the genealogy of the heavenly kingdom. Wouldn't it be beautiful?!

This thing is standard for us. Huai Shi, did you hear it? Why don’t you take out your book and give it to your seniors?”

On the snow field, Huai Shi shrugged helplessly, raised her hand, spread her book of fate in front of Woodman, and admired his dull appearance.

Hand over the book.

"Here, or?" he said, "for you..."

Woodman's expression twitched violently, his eyes turned scarlet, roaring and roaring. Regardless of his demeanor, the Phantom waved his hand and wanted to knock the classics in Huai Shi's hand away.

Penetrating through.

Huai Shi felt embarrassed.

"This is what you don't want."

He said seriously: "I can't blame me for not giving it to you."

"When do you want to use this kind of rag to deceive me to the point!"

Woodman roared: "Russell, where is the Book of Destiny?"

"How do I know that kind of thing?"

Russell shot up the ashes and said indifferently: "Whoever is happy to pick it up, you can pick it up. If you pick it up, you will make a profit. Anyway, I am not interested... I have lost it long ago!"

"impossible!!!"

Woodman denied: "Then what has been placed in the Ivory Tower for the past seventy years?! I can clearly feel it! I can feel it! How could it be a fake!"

How could a fake person deceive the whole world for seventy years?

Whether it is the Golden Dawn, members of the Heavenly Genealogy, or the governing bureau and the Insurance Academy, they have used various means to identify the authenticity of the Book of Destiny!

How could it be fake?

Russell whistled, looked at his sensitive fingers, and sighed: "This is due to my superb production level of fakes... By the way, do you still remember what level I was when the Kingdom of Heaven fell?"

Woodman was stunned.

Careful memories.

When the Kingdom of Heaven fell, Russell seemed to be... still in the fourth level.

Such a sudden change, if Russell had not found the Book of Destiny at the critical moment, advanced to the fifth level, forcibly stabilized the situation of the Ivory Tower, and preserved a little vitality for the genealogy of the Heavenly Kingdom, everyone might not have been able to be today.

But……

"Tell you another secret."

Russell leaned closer to his ear and whispered softly: "Actually, it was all fake, including my 'advance'."

“…”

Woodman's expression twitched, not only because of hideousness or dullness, but just staring at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

"What I want to say is that from the very beginning, the whole truth has not been announced to the public."

Russell whistled and danced: "As we all know, the culmination of the road to dusk is Heimdal, who represents military struggle and control, and Mimeer, who represents strategy and wisdom...

In fact, this is a cover, an illusion used to conceal the truth.

Because once the truth is told, it will be feared and isolated by everyone. Instead, it is better to hide it in a vest, just let the students and disciples know it..."

In this way, full of expectations and bad taste, Russell smiled and approached Woodman's face, carefully examining his appearance:

"——Please guess, what is the real name of 'Mimir'?"

What else can it be?

Isn’t ‘strategy’ synonyms with ‘conspiracy’?

Isn’t ‘wisdom’ a brother who is one side with ‘trick’?
To be continued...