The vice-principal said with a rare frown,

"This is a difficult matter. Schneider is probably right this time."

"Several of our other detachments found similar bronze pillars in the Bronze Palace in Europe and the transoceanic bridge."

"The sudden revelation of these ruins is definitely not a coincidence, but has been planned for a long time. The person behind the scenes... is probably the second-generation monarch of the dragon clan we are newly introduced to, Frixis."

"He has long left ambush in the buildings of various Dragon Clan civilizations to prepare for this day. If these are really connected in series to form an alchemy matrix, then this will probably be an unprecedented world-class alchemy matrix in the history of the Dragon Clan. No

People can predict its power, but plowing the surface of the earth and exterminating civilization on the earth is definitely as simple as farting..."

Everyone was shocked by this fart... and by the vice-principal's exquisite description.

"Is this really possible?" Manstein murmured.

"My lovely son, you don't understand alchemy." The vice-principal sighed, "Maybe I don't understand it either. The only ones who truly understand alchemy are the dragons."

"Okay, let's end the call here. By the way, let me know as soon as there is any news about Fingel."

Communication was cut off.

Huge bronze pillars stand vertically in the center of this ancient dragon city floating on the sea.

The vice-principal stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth wall, his expression extremely serious.

He claimed to be one of the best alchemists in human history, but he could not imagine how to cast such a bronze pillar.

Sure enough, just as the priest said, only dragons can push alchemy to its extreme. This is not a path suitable for humans...

The researcher on the side was recording various data, came up and said casually: "Vice principal, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that maybe the world is really going to end." The vice-principal spread his hands, "I heard that you have prepared the most powerful shelter. Can you take me with you?"

The researcher hesitated for a moment, seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons, and then said regretfully: "I'm sorry, we don't accept old men with body odor and baldness genes. This will affect the next generation. Professor Manstein is a living example."

The vice principal's face twitched and he looked around, wondering where would be a better place to bury this kid.

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…

In the dark room, there was only the white fluorescent light cast by the huge screen.

"Wuni, report the current progress. Also, Ouroboros hasn't come back yet?"

"The current progress is 81%, and we have met your requirements." The beautiful little boy floated in the air and said seriously with a small face, "Ms. Ouroboros has probably died."

"Dead?" Frisius raised his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, as if it was hard to imagine that the woman who made him feel troublesome died so quietly.

"Where was she last seen?" Frisis asked.

"Franz Josef Land, the northernmost archipelago of Eurasia."

Frisius was silent.

The crazy woman finally went to that coordinate and died there.

If he guessed correctly, this woman probably left with satisfaction, because she must have fulfilled her long-cherished wish before she died.

What a crazy woman, she even died so contentedly.

"Where is her chosen heir now?"

"Fingel von Frins, he has not yet been detected leaving Franz Josef Land."

Frisis frowned. If possible, he wanted this person to be his ally, not his enemy.
Chapter completed!