Apocalypse Forecast-Chapter 738 - 598 Good News (Alliance Master Tangtang Zhengzheng0_3)
Michel looked up, studying her guilty expression. "Does a teacher’s failure really require a student to take responsibility? That’s hardly fair."
"Moreover, when facing such an enemy, such a blindingly brilliant Hero, who would dare claim a guaranteed victory?"
Liz didn’t speak. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Lift your head, Liz."
Michel smiled, reached out, and patted her shoulder. "It’s just one loss, don’t take it to heart. The teacher lost a match, so why has the student become so dejected?"
He said, "Let’s go back inside. The wind out here is too strong."
Liz nodded, pushed the wheelchair, and moved towards the open gate.
In his fatigue, Michel heard the Teenage Girl’s words from behind him.
"Please entrust to me what the teacher couldn’t finish."
In the silence, Liz quietly promised, "I will win. I’ll keep on winning—until everyone knows that Lizard Eckmok’s teacher is Michel."
Michel was stunned for a long time.
Then, he couldn’t help but laugh.
"Alright."
Michel smiled and nodded. "The things the teacher couldn’t do... I’ll trouble you with them, then."
This was the pact between master and student.
"There’s no need to disturb them. We’ll handle the rest."
Inside the cabin, Pant Delong watched the scene on the monitor for a long moment before looking away, his gaze shifting ahead.
Behind layers of transparent isolation walls, and before the passing Scholars and Alchemists, hung a remnant. Suspended by countless devices, it was a vast creation resembling a hibernation chamber.
That was Ivy Vine’s only trophy: the final remains of the Eternal Frozen Heart.
One of the Disasters left behind by the Forgers.
—The Eternal Life Machine!
"A second prize, eh?"
The old man sighed softly. "Although we didn’t get the Eternal Frozen Heart, with this, the ’Sun Calendar Stone’ project can be shortened considerably."
As the final seal was injected, a torrent of liquid Source Substance poured into the isolation chamber. It rapidly underwent a qualitative change and froze, completely sealing away this precious Disaster sample.
The Eternal Life Machine was preserved.
"Let’s go."
Pant Delong looked away and turned towards the bridge.
Before long, with a great roar, a massive Wind Tunnel opened at the edge of Hell.
The grand Airship Cluster departed, not looking back.
"Have they gone?"
On the bridge of the Iron Crystal Throne, the Great Grandmaster casually waved his hand, switching the projection on the large screen. A massive design diagram emerged from the transmission, nearly filling the entire bridge.
Even at such a large scale, it was impossible to display every detail clearly; only some outlines could be roughly shown.
The Great Grandmaster frowned. "This is much larger than the anticipated scale of the project. The Iron Crystal Throne alone probably won’t be enough to complete it smoothly."
"Of course, it’s not just you. I’ve already used the Summon Dragon Flute to send a signal. In about half a month, ’Red Deer’ and ’Grey Stork’ will arrive to report," Luo Su said. "Apart from White Pigeon, who has other missions, the four campuses in the Abyss will follow your command. All the Ivory Tower’s forces in Hell are entrusted to you, Mikhail."
"It’s still not enough." The Great Grandmaster shook his head.
"After all, these aren’t the days when Utopia was still around, and we could squander resources freely due to its wealth and power. We must learn to be frugal," Luo Su sighed. "Our conditions are limited, so you must be thrifty. Besides, an entire Mechanical Hell is laid out before you. Hasn’t that already solved the most laborious part?"
"Do you think Alchemy is like building a house?" Mikhail glared. "Even a Hell that has undergone mechanical transformation isn’t something you can just take and use! Reforging the Underworld Giant isn’t that simple! Do you expect me to create a flawed product?"
"What if we lower our sights?" Luo Su suddenly asked. "What if... we don’t rebuild Osiris?"
The Great Grandmaster frowned. "Are you playing that ’change the requirements’ game with me? Do you want *me* to redo several design versions for you?"
"No. What I mean is, for the Fifth Stage of the Road of Eternity, aren’t there two options?" Luo Su said calmly. "Osiris no longer suits the present era, Mikhail."
"What the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy needs now is not a war machine that destroys everything, but a camp to rest and recuperate, a temporary refuge, a path of retreat, an existence capable of replacing ’Nowhere’."
With Luo Su’s words, the design diagram floating in the bridge suddenly changed.
The giant figure that once propped up the heavens and established the Underworld vanished. It was replaced by a majestic and sacred, vast silhouette—also a Fifth Stage of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy - Road of Eternity, equally a miracle akin to a man-made God Spirit.
In the silence, the Great Grandmaster’s eyes gradually lit up.
"—Heaven’s Prison Fortress - Horus!"
