I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years-Chapter 332 332

Chapter 93. Do You Desire Power?

"That's not right, doesn't she have one too?"

Char pointed at Rosswealth.

"I'm not the only one with a personal system?"

"It's not the same." The Night Lord said, "That guy-I mean, Feilulinde is known as the will of Fitzrock. There are three types of will. The first type is the true will, which is the acknowledgment of Fitzrock, like the one on you."

As he spoke, this guy was a little envious.

"It's as if Fitzrock has been waiting for someone like you to appear... The second type is the 'hanging window' that has materialized in the form of a relic. Logically speaking, there should be five of them, and I believe that the lady has one of them. The third type is the imitation of Feilulinde. The citizens of Ravesland that you've seen are bound to imitations."

He snorted disdainfully.

"What imitation, it's just a superficial one. That lunatic actually tried to replicate God's masterpiece and create a 'species'. He really overestimated himself! I've already said that science is limited, and only God can surpass science ..."

Char was getting more and more confused.

He had always felt that the person standing in front of him was Fitzrock himself. After he created the "Holy Grail", he might have fallen into such a contradictory situation that his personality was split into two. One was that he absolutely rejected God, and the other was that he believed in the existence of God without a doubt.

This was also the main reason why he suspected that Svartalfheim and Feilulinde were the same person.

This was because the Holy Grail was made by Fitzrock, and the three synthesis targets Feilulinde had just mentioned were on the list. This was more likely to be an inevitable than a coincidence.

But now, this alternate personality was scolding the primary personality with such certainty, and his tone was filled with respect for Fitzrock...

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like the real Fitzrock.

"I'll ask you one more time, is Fitzrock really dead?"

"You don't believe me?"

The Night Lord twisted his neck.

"Help me up, I'll take you to see the evidence."

"Alright," he said.

Char controlled this guy and was about to dismantle the other prison carts when he suddenly heard a "wait"

It was 029, Feilulinde's Android apprentice.

Char sized him up and was considering whether to keep him.

"Where's teacher Feilulinde?" 029 asked nervously.

"He's your teacher."

Char pointed at Svartalfheim.

"Hehe, it's me,"

The Night Lord grinned in cooperation, his temperament was extremely wretched, making people unable to look at him directly.

"He's not! I'm sure he's not," 029 shook his head.

"Don't be a coward, young man. You saw what happened just now. If you want to know the truth, cooperate with me and let those people go first." He pointed at Rosswealth's group.

"And then we can welcome the truth together. It's about your teacher, about you, about all of Svartalfheim.

029 was slightly moved, but he still struggled.

"Unless you want this guy to be your teacher," Char said.

Swathalfa chuckled in cooperation.

"I'll go now!"

After being released, Roland, Kuris, 875, and a group of sentries followed Char without a word as if they had found their backbone. The team looked quite spectacular.

-

Just as Char was being narcissistic, a bloodied man came over.

It was Laurentia. When 029 released everyone, he didn't stay idle either. He went to release the church's people.

Char was too lazy to care.

Not to mention that the church's people were now scared out of their wits, Laurentia had lost his combat power, and the Holy See was useless. ƒr𝙚𝙚𝘸e𝚋𝐧૦ѵ𝒆𝒍.𝒄𝒐m

He wasn't too worried about a gang of this level.

The current Char was extremely arrogant.

There was still an army of androids being liberated outside, so it was not-problem at all.

"I'm sorry, Lord Char, I only thought of you now."

Laurentia's expression was a little unnatural.

When they first met in Elfheim, Char had acted like a Jester, so it was normal for the best Paladin in the world to look down on him.

"What's the matter?" Char asked despite knowing the answer.

Laurentia laughed. He was obviously not suitable to say such flattering words, so he stammered, "We're all God's people. I've caused you a lot of trouble this time"

"I'm sorry, I'm not."

"Ah? Didn't you just say that you were one of the seven Holy spirits..." The Holy Knight was shocked.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Char's face was serious, "I do believe in the existence of God. What's wrong with believing in the goddess, Messiah?"

The Holy Knight was stunned.

"Let's get straight to the point, Sir Holy Knight. You're not suitable for haggling." Char laughed.

Laurentia heaved a sigh of relief. He liked this.

"I want to go up with you to take a look. If it's possible, please also bring the Holy See."

Char could not help but raise an eyebrow.

"You two... When did they become so harmonious?"

"It's not personal, Your Excellency Char." Laurentia shook his head. "I can't admit it personally, but he does represent the church..."

"What I want is the reason, Your Excellency." Char squinted her eyes.

It was obvious that the Holy See had asked the Holy Knight to come and talk to him, but why was he so insistent on going up to take a look?

The Holy Spirit undoubtedly knew the most. Was this part of the divine decree?

If it was the latter, then...

Laurentia thought for a moment.

"This is a divine decree, Your Excellency. We must use our lives to fulfill this."

"Oh, really... Thank you for telling me about this."

- Then there's nothing more to say.

Char's brows relaxed, and with a swift movement, he took out his gun and pointed it at the Holy See in the distance.

"Bang"

"Char!"

Laurent's scream was almost shot at the same time as the bullet.

The bullet grazed the side of the Holy See's face and embedded itself into the wall.

With a plop, the Holy See knelt on the ground. His body was limp.

Seeing this, the Holy Knight heaved a sigh of relief and immediately became furious. "Your Excellency, you're provoking...

"I didn't hurt him." Char kept his gun.

"He's not worthy, do you understand?"

He stared at Laurentia with a strange emotion in his voice.

"He is not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as the noble words of "using your life to practice'. He is not worthy of being crowned with the title of Holy See. He is also not worthy of you to please me with a smile. Do you still remember what I said in the palace that day? He is never worthy."

Laurentia's face was bitter.

If it was any other time, these words would make him feel comfortable.

But now... It wasn't the time!

Just now, the Holy See told him the real purpose of this trip...

It turned out that God had already predicted all this.

"The highest layer in the deepest part of the Earth's core."

This was the first instruction of the divine decree.

The Holy See had never understood what this sentence meant, but it couldn't be clearer now.

"Bu ..."

"no buts. If he had the courage to spill his blood on me, I would have let him go up a long time ago."

Char left the church members behind and took out the "Fitzrock S-101β mother-child access control system", sealing off the hall and trapping the church members there. He then led the others upstairs.

After watching him leave, the exhausted Laurentia finally fell to the ground.

On the other side, the Holy See was half-kneeling on the ground, exuding an aura of despair.

He could smell the stench coming from his body, and the Paladins and priests behind him who were gradually coming back to their senses were pointing at him.

He shouldn't have been able to hear it clearly, but at this moment, he could hear it extremely clearly.

At first, the sounds were just buzzing, but they became louder and more ear-piercing, like a drum beating in his heart.

Even though they were actually just discussing what they had just seen, in the ears of the Holy See, these became the most vicious words in the world, and they lingered in his ears...

"They're laughing at me."

The Holy See muttered to himself in his heart.

His unwillingness was like rotten meat fermenting in the mud. The stinky aura condensed into drops, nourishing his soul that had dried up from despair.

A seed was sprouting and growing ...

"Do you desire power?"

He seemed to have heard such a voice.