When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 979 - 336: Please Help (Third Update, 10k Words Updated! Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 979: Chapter 336: Please Help (Third Update, 10k Words Updated! Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Albert, despite various optimizations, found himself unable to solve the problem—a vicious cycle.

To counteract the drawback that gargoyles turn back into stone upon being dispelled, an artificial flesh that resists dispelling and purification was essential; yet these biological materials could not maintain activity in high altitudes and cold environments, and could detach or become damaged during high-speed flight, thus requiring a sturdy shell for protection and immobilization…

Whether using wood or metal, neither could prevent the fragile artificial flesh inside from being killed by lightning strikes; if a layer of stone was applied using petrification, it would, however, impair the gargoyles’ flying capabilities—what method could use materials weighing no more than ten kilograms, without impairing agility, to guard artificial flesh with the vitality of a frog against lightning strikes in the midst of high-altitude and high-speed flight?

His secret formula for artificial flesh that resisted dispersion, purification, and curses consisted of embedding frog brains and nerves into thin layers of flesh, automatically synthesized and uniformly covering the gargoyle’s shell, thus endowing it with “independent life”.

No matter what, he could not solve this problem.

—Should he publicize this issue and seek help from the masters?

At twenty-four, Albert chose to conceal the matter after several nights of agonizing conflict.

Because at that time… his status was on the rise, and he no longer needed to conduct experiments himself… thus he was relieved and chose to hand over the entire issue and responsibility to the military’s professional testing personnel.

—If you guys figure it out, then find a solution yourselves; I’ve already done enough work. If you don’t figure it out, then it isn’t my problem… Anyway, this “armed gargoyle” was my own creation, without any master’s help or inspiration!

Albert couldn’t bear the thought that his long time spent could become meaningless.

For a genius whose strength was growing yearly, if his carefully maintained endeavor lost all meaning for such a hilarious reason… he couldn’t imagine the extent of his devastation.

So he ignored this issue and instead continued to optimize those issues he could address.

It was like a child deeply engrossed in drawing their “invented” tank blueprint, continuously adding various fierce weapons to make it the world’s most invincible firepower fortress—

—until the cruel promotion ceremony suddenly made it impossible for the ever-smiling child to laugh anymore.

It wasn’t just experiencing another side of “death”… That wasn’t artistic or philosophical, but a trifling death filled with bloodshed and violence.

He also realized another issue he had overlooked—the energy consumption of the gargoyles, and logistical support in a war.

As General Karl had said, he had never been a soldier nor had he ever been on the battlefield.

He couldn’t appreciate what it meant for the logistical support and marching speed to involve a fragile, slow, three to four-ton recharging vehicle—named “Pile,” a solar charging vehicle that converted the energy from the Sun given through the Path of Devotion, obtained daily automatic support for twelve gargoyles to fight continuously for an hour.

And if one wished to acquire more stored energy, it required charging through a “Mana Pool”—a bathtub-sized pool filled with “Solution Number Three.” Such a mana pool could support a group of gargoyles to continuously fight for four hours, and allow them to constantly regenerate their lost stony flesh.

In Albert’s design, this should have been sufficient.

Bullets running out also took just a few minutes; running back and forth an hour a day plenty of times sufficed. In an emergency situation, they could forcibly fly for four to five hours—if they came back every time they ran out of bullets, they probably couldn’t carry that many in the first place.

It was only when he actually went to the battlefield and experienced it from the opposite side.

—Those Stibium soldiers, they did not use the “armed gargoyles” according to his design at all! Instead of advancing with the main army on land and providing high-frequency firepower cover from the air, resisting the fierce assaults from the Griffin Knights… they were directly deployed alongside the vanguard squad for cross-terrain assaults!

Originally Albert searched long and hard… until the end, he never found the shadow of the “Pile”!

Under such distances, just flying to the battlefield would cost them over an hour, perhaps several hours—thus they could only gain extra propulsion by consuming flesh and souls.

What was initially meant as a combatant against the elite forces of Avalon to protect their own troops as artificial shield-bearers instead became slaughters on the battlefield!

—Indeed, the Griffin Knights of Avalon, when attacking Stibnites, only targeted high-value targets. The soldiers of Stibium could perhaps have fought like them. But maybe it was due to his negligence that led Stibium’s elite troops to choose massacring civilians…

Even without these issues, Avalon’s Great Guardian immediately noticed that these gargoyles feared thunder.

In other words, they couldn’t resist the lightning charge of the Griffin Knights… Trusting too much in armed gargoyles, Stibium could likely collapse in an instant.

If he continued to research armed gargoyles, Stibium would initiate an invasion war. Indirectly causing countless Avalonian civilians to die, then leading to a horrific defeat of Stibium. Both nations would be dragged into the mire of war, resulting in countless deaths in the cruel battlefield—an abattoir that he had personally crafted, his prideful creation that he initially thought would be celebrated by future generations.

After the promotion ceremony, Albert fell into a deep depression.

He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since…

Until now, he still occasionally dreams about the battlefield during that promotion ceremony. He dreams of limbs, heads, and chunks of flesh flying everywhere, seeing one maimed body after another.

If initially, defecting to Aiwass was merely his mentor’s “last wish.”

Now, he genuinely wanted to go to Avalon.

Because Albert’s resignation encountered tremendous resistance—an amount of resistance he could never have imagined before.

Those who had previously welcomed him with smiles had started to change their tune, switching from flattery to attempts to threaten and place him under house arrest. If it had not been for the pressure from the elders he knew, it would have been impossible for him and Aurora to be easily transferred back to the Spirit Summoning Tower. Even so, the elders warned Albert not to leave the Tower—he could be taken back by force.

If the “Chamber” thinks that Albert might defect, they might even arrest or assassinate him!

—How could this be!

Albert was very angry at that time—he would not make weapons for the Avalonians to kill his comrades! He just wanted a stable and peaceful research environment… and those undead he developed would still find ways to benefit the people of Antimony, Avalonians, and everyone!

No matter how he explained that he no longer intended to create harmful undead, those people did not believe him. Even the elders who had pulled him out just shook their heads silently.

This attitude deeply wounded Albert and made him realize what he had done in the past.

—Thus, after several failed attempts to explain, Albert was placed under house arrest by the elders of the Spirit Summoning Tower. They were reluctant to let Albert leave, nor did they wish to defect to Avalon.

Because the necromancers expressed that only Stibium could tolerate the existence of necromancers. In other countries—including the Avalon he longed for—necromancers were seen as the utmost desecration and evil.

Even if the Spirit Summoning Tower remained in Stibium, it was destined to be drawn into war and used by others… they were still without a home.

Even in Stibium Kingdom, which highly values talent and has the Black Chancellor as the Prime Minister, the Spirit Summoning Tower was still not allowed to enter the urban areas. They could only stop at the furthest edges of Leipzig City, and the recruitment and promotion of new necromancers were never allowed to be public; it was always by understanding and actively choosing to enroll.

It was precisely because of this that this generation’s Black Chancellor, despite hearing Professor Bruzewick’s “last words,” still held considerable doubts and was reluctant to take a clear stance; the first Black Chancellor was constantly in seclusion, and Albert could not make contact at all.

According to the actions of these Path of Dusk Transcendents, by the time they make up their minds, Valentin VIII might already be dead of old age!

It resulted in him speaking as if he hadn’t said anything. Instead, he trapped himself here.

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Now, probably only Aiwass, who had become the Eternal Pope, might be able to help him.

If they could work for the Pope, there should be no one who would suspect these necromancers… and as the Pope, Aiwass shouldn’t discriminate against them either. Similarly, if the Pope himself could send someone to communicate, the vice principal should be able to accept it.

Now, his personal desires, the peace of Stibium, the inheritance of necromancy, the reputation of the Spirit Summoning Tower… and his and Aurora’s safety, even including the possibility of reviving his mentor, were all intertwined.

Not to mention, the Red Chancellor had now seized power—he is the most insane among the high ranks!

He must find a way to contact Aiwass!

But how could he communicate with the Eternal Pope, who is in deep sleep when he himself is under close surveillance by the “Chamber” and cannot leave the Spirit Summoning Tower?

Should he wait for the promotion ceremony and then just storm in?

The chances are too small…

—But if he could contact Miss Aleister, maybe that could work!

As long as he could contact Aleister, it’s equivalent to contacting Aiwass!

“Please have your master… or mentor come to the Spirit Summoning Tower, please.”

Albert bowed deeply before Christina, saying very seriously and earnestly, “I can pay a high price for this… compensation can be negotiated. But this matter is really crucial, not just for me, but for the entire Stibium as well…”

“Please.”

Aurora also stood beside Albert, imitating his action, bowing deeply to her student Christina.