paranoianovel Chapter 691 Legend
Chapter 691 Legend
Chapter 691 Legend
Yesterday's Battleship was an extremely transcendent force. According to legend, it housed geniuses from all timelines. Many once-famous figures disappeared mysteriously, and it was said that they were all related to this force.
But legends are just legends, just like aliens. Many people say they exist and the descriptions are detailed, but most of the time they are just hearsay.
After all, it is an existence that can travel through the long river of time.
The Elector is also a transcendent being. He knows very well what this kind of existence means. Even the gods cannot do such a thing.
"If you must have proof, that's fine, Elector. Please look up."
The translucent figure slowly extended a finger and pointed at the dome.
Amidst the changing circumstances, the Elector suddenly saw a huge, indescribable giant slowly moving through the long river of time, like an elegant giant whale, leaving behind a series of stunning and magnificent scenes wherever it passed.
The Crusades, the Hundred Years' War, the Wolf Clan Civil War, the Dragon War, the Song and Jin Dynasties, the Ming and Yuan Dynasties.
The barren desert, the vast grassland, the majestic Theodosian Wall and the towering towers
The cavalry charged, with men neighing and horses whinnying.
The volcano erupted and the sea surged.
The shining knight, the blood-soaked tyrant, the flying wolf assassin holding a double blade, the evil ghost from the East, the fairy in the book
And the final scene, the Candle Knight riding a dragon.
Viviana looked a little excited. She bit her lips lightly, and her eyes showed longing and yearning, as well as a desire to be recognized by her father - she could be more than just a tool for marriage.
After a long time, all the strange phenomena disappeared.
The housekeeper who pushed the door open was about to ask something when he saw the Grand Elector coldly say, "Get out, no one is allowed to come in."
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down from the shock. He was somewhat certain about Losa's identity. "So, Captain, how are you going to carry out the cooperation you just mentioned?"
Losa said in a relaxed tone: "We can sign a contract. In the future, when you need us, my crew and I will come to fulfill the contract. Maybe you won't need us that day, but this contract can be passed on to your descendants."
The expression of the Elector remained unchanged, but Losa could clearly sense that the tremendous force that had been concentrating and alert, like a mountain torrent ready to be unleashed, had stagnated a little - the old man had already prepared for a fight to the death.
He fell into deep thought. If it was something that could be passed down as a boost to the family's heritage, this deal wouldn't really be a big loss.
Although Germany still has states of various sizes, Saxony, Bavaria, the Rhine Confederation, Württemberg, Baden, and Hesse.
But this does not mean that Emperor Franz really has no means at all. In the Imperial Parliament, the autonomy of each state is being continuously reduced, first the financial power, diplomatic power, and then the military power.
This generation is still okay, but no one can guarantee that the crown of the Hohenzollern family will not fall into dust in the future.
Moreover, if it is true as the so-called "captain" said, he does not seem to have any room to make conditions.
"Any kind of contract is fine?"
"I'm afraid not."
Lothar shook his head, and a ray of golden light condensed into a parchment contract in his hand: "The content must be agreed upon by both parties. You will not suffer any loss, but we also have our own bottom line."
Although it seemed like he had lost money in this deal, he actually gained himself a copy of the combat record that he could participate in at an uncertain time in the future. Anyway, this was essential for his followers to become elite.
In Lothar's opinion, this deal was a profit because it could reassure Viviana, his new partner who had helped him a lot in the simulated battle.
"It's better to be cautious when signing a contract."
The Elector said meaningfully: "Just like the big chin of the Habsburg family, the Ottomans did not defeat the Habsburgs, and the French did not defeat the Habsburgs, but they were ultimately defeated by the blood curse."
The Habsburg family in this world today is a branch of Lorraine, and the main branch has become extinct.
Even so, didn’t we also have Ferdinand I who suffered from mental illness and epilepsy, Crown Prince Rudolf who suffered from depression, and a group of other descendants who disgraced the royal dignity?
In addition, it is said that the descendants of Queen Victoria also inherited a terrible blood curse, but these are just speculations among the people, and the Elector would never dare to bring them up openly.
After all, Queen Victoria is the grandmother of Europe and her influence is too wide.
"Blood curse. That's an interesting idea."
Losa smiled. This was most likely caused by inbreeding, but he couldn't say for sure whether it was related to the blood curse in this world, so he might as well not show off his experience from his past life.
"I understand your caution, Lord Elector, but I have to say that you are overthinking it. After the contract is agreed upon, you can choose to sign it or not. You can even wait until it is necessary to sign your name or the name of your descendants."
Lothar paused for a moment, and continued, "There is no unbreakable country, no family that prospers forever, and no crown that will never fall to the ground. So far, no monarch who has ever desired immortality has truly succeeded. Even the oldest dynasties will eventually fade, but the great ship of yesterday will last forever."
The power of time
For the first time, the Elector felt his own insignificance. He was silent for a long while, and sighed helplessly: "Now that things have come to this, it seems that I have no room for objection."
The Elector had never expected to encounter the legendary existence of Yesterday's Giant Ship, which greatly disrupted his original plan.
Fortunately, now it seems that this is not such bad news.
Being involved with such a transcendent and mysterious force as yesterday's giant ship is a good thing for the Hohenzollern family. It is understandable that their daughter would become "rebellious" after seeing such scenery and experiencing such a life.
Thinking of this, his expression lightened up a little: "Then, Captain, let's discuss the contents of this contract."
...
"A cunning old fellow."
Losa, who regained consciousness from the giant ship yesterday, couldn't help but sigh.
The two of them had a long argument over the contents of the contract.
Although he would not lose anything in any way, he did not want to be a sucker. Instead, after this operation, his intimacy with Viviana was further strengthened.
"what happened?"
Prajna, who was cleaning the sheets beside him, asked.
"Our new companion encountered some difficulties. I projected my consciousness over through this card."
Losa explained.
His current strength is far superior to what it used to be, and he has gradually gained some insight into the true nature of the so-called "system". Although he is still like a blind man groping in the dark, he has been able to explore many new functions.
"Prajna, please help me call everyone. According to custom, we will hold a welcoming ceremony."
As he spoke, he frowned subconsciously.
The two looked at each other, walked out of the room one after the other, jumped onto the roof, and looked to the west.
It was dusk at this time, and the sky in the distance was a warm orange color. Above the sky, there were countless translucent ghosts, like a tornado blowing on the sea, converging towards the direction of the Saracen camp.
In the Saracen camp.
Mountains of stones and wood rose into the air as the legendary spellcaster in black robes chanted, forming a huge furnace, like a giant chimney that seemed to reach the sky, with billowing black smoke.
Adil looked at this scene and was amazed.
Is this the power possessed by the so-called "legendary" spellcasters?
Compared to gods, what's the difference?
If he had not inquired long ago and learned that he did not have the talent of a spellcaster, he would sometimes have the urge to drop everything and devote himself to the mysticism.
The spellcasters on the advisory panel were also amazed. The reluctance that was originally hidden in their hearts had completely disappeared - even if he relied on an ancient artifact to break through to the legendary level.
That is still a legend, an unattainable and coveted realm for them.
The young assassin who possessed the King-Slaying Blade couldn't help but ask curiously, "Teacher, the Soul Furnace is ready. What exactly do you want to refine?"
He was also a member of the spellcaster advisory group invited by Saladin. He had previously learned that his new teacher's attainments in alchemy were not actually very high.
This is not something difficult to talk about. Every spellcaster has his or her main research area and several secondary research areas.
No one is a jack of all trades. Lack of energy is one reason, and too little research material is another. Many ancient spell books are written in unpopular, rare, or even extinct languages. Even if there are classics, it is still difficult to maintain the inheritance.
These ancient spells are most likely quite evil. After all, no one can expect ancient civilizations, most of which still practiced "human sacrifice", to have much "human rights" in this regard.
Orthodox spells have been passed down in a systematic manner not because they are "just" but because they have no backlash or have fewer side effects, rather than relying on moral constraints.
If one really had to sacrifice a thousand or eight hundred lives to reach the level of legend, even a more law-abiding witch like Anna might not be able to resist doing this.
Shemaier was surrounded by wedge-shaped clay tablets, which were said to contain the spellbooks of an entire civilization. After he entered the realm of legend, their previously hidden power gradually emerged.
Shemaier glanced at the young assassin and ordered, "Bring those dragon beasts that you tamed before."
The assassin was startled for a moment, then realized something and asked, "You...are you going to put those dragon beasts you asked me to tame before into this furnace?"
"Otherwise, do you expect them to threaten the enemy's spellcasters?"
Shemaier had a calm expression. Although there were more than ten dragon beasts like the Desert Rock Dragon that he had tamed before, most of them were low-level dragons, and there were only a few medium-level dragons. It would be too difficult to find a sleeping high-level dragon and tame it in a short period of time.
Some ancient dragons that have been dormant for a long time are even as powerful as legends. Even if he has a wedge-shaped clay tablet, he cannot be sure of taming it without spending more than ten years planning and making arrangements in advance.
"Since they are not strong enough, why not put them all into this melting pot? If I can't tame a high-level dragon, I will create one myself."
He whispered softly, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
This is the creation of a high-level dragon!
For the vast majority of "dragon studies" scholars whose lifelong pursuit is to witness a high-level dragon with their own eyes, it is an unparalleled honor if they succeed in doing so.
After all, that is the exclusive domain of the Creator.