Chapter 1218
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Chapter 1218
Over time, Duke never expected that after thousands of years, someone would bring him the same feeling he had when he first met Homer.All latest novels on novelbin(.)com
There was no magical aura on him, and even his face had started to show signs of aging, but the brilliance in his eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was in Homer's time.
It was the glow of wisdom, the vision that transcended time.
His name was Poincaré, a descendant who initially believed in Homer's scientific path and unwaveringly chose to carry on the legacy left by the descendants who stayed on the surface.
Now, the seed has taken root and grown into a towering tree.
"So, this is the real nuclear explosion."
"Igniter, the switch that creates infinite energy."
"Nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse, but a scientific phenomenon, the power of the fundamental matter." After understanding everything that happened back then, Poincaré suddenly realized.
This is the truth of everything, a nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse cast by a warlock, but a weapon of science, powerful enough to destroy everything, the ultimate weapon.
It is only natural for the Empire's titled machine to lose. This is advanced technology beyond titled machine, a secret technology that should be used to create miniature suns.
That theory now only exists as some vague concepts in Poincaré's imagination.
Unexpectedly, even in the divine era, pioneers had already created this kind of miracle with their own hands. It's just a pity that they greatly underestimated the destructive power of this technology and relied too much on the experience of magic. They even attempted to bind this power with magic circles.
It was the limitation of the times. They didn't realize how difficult it was to create a miniature sun and how far-fetched it was to try to control the power of the sun.
But their method was correct, Poincaré could be sure of that.
"I will continue their research."
"The power of a nuclear explosion will surely belong to humans."
Without any hesitation, Poincaré immediately decided to take up the flag of Homer and the Last Miracle Generation, completing their unfinished dream.
"Then, everything is up to you."
When Poincaré took over this legacy, his obsession disappeared, and the 'something' that had been supporting him also disappeared.
"Crack!" Something invisible seemed to start cracking little by little within his body.
The last remnants of the soul fire that had been formed over a long period of time slowly dissipated, and the soul fire in Duke's eye sockets quietly shrank.
Soon, there was no longer any trace of an attachment emanating from Duke that made Poincaré feel somewhat bound.
He coldly glanced at Poincaré, like the other liches hovering around the venue, and began to move in a regular pattern.
In that moment, Poincaré knew that the Speaker Duke, who had just talked to him, had forever disappeared, along with the secrets of the divine era and the origin of nuclear explosions, the biggest catastrophe humanity had ever experienced.
What now existed here were undead beings who had endured millions of years, with only the magical star emblems on their chests, without any connection between the two.
"Goodbye... Speaker." Poincaré gently bowed to the departing lich, showing respect for the departed pioneers.
The Speaker, dressed in red robes, had done everything he could, but unfortunately, the science of that era had come to a halt after losing Homer and the last generation of miracles.
Whether it was Homer or the Speaker Duke, they were the people who made choices in that era.
There is no right or wrong, only mistakes made by them, limited by their era, mistakes that all the people in that era would make.
The path of science inevitably requires paying the price of such mistakes. They were the pioneers, and now their legacy will be inherited by Poincaré and the scholars.
In an era without magic, science is the truth. Countless new formulas have already emerged in Poincaré's mind.
In the blurry mist, Poincaré saw the truth, the essence that symbolizes the beauty of matter.
At the top of the Tower of Babylon, a magical ladder was descending.
The King of Undead, wearing pitch-black armor and exuding the aura of ruling the world, appeared before the representatives of all the powers in Sia's world.
The king has returned.
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Chapter 1218
Over time, Duke never expected that after thousands of years, someone would bring him the same feeling he had when he first met Homer.All latest novels on novelbin(.)com
There was no magical aura on him, and even his face had started to show signs of aging, but the brilliance in his eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was in Homer's time.
It was the glow of wisdom, the vision that transcended time.
His name was Poincaré, a descendant who initially believed in Homer's scientific path and unwaveringly chose to carry on the legacy left by the descendants who stayed on the surface.
Now, the seed has taken root and grown into a towering tree.
"So, this is the real nuclear explosion."
"Igniter, the switch that creates infinite energy."
"Nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse, but a scientific phenomenon, the power of the fundamental matter." After understanding everything that happened back then, Poincaré suddenly realized.
This is the truth of everything, a nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse cast by a warlock, but a weapon of science, powerful enough to destroy everything, the ultimate weapon.
It is only natural for the Empire's titled machine to lose. This is advanced technology beyond titled machine, a secret technology that should be used to create miniature suns.
That theory now only exists as some vague concepts in Poincaré's imagination.
Unexpectedly, even in the divine era, pioneers had already created this kind of miracle with their own hands. It's just a pity that they greatly underestimated the destructive power of this technology and relied too much on the experience of magic. They even attempted to bind this power with magic circles.
It was the limitation of the times. They didn't realize how difficult it was to create a miniature sun and how far-fetched it was to try to control the power of the sun.
But their method was correct, Poincaré could be sure of that.
"I will continue their research."
"The power of a nuclear explosion will surely belong to humans."
Without any hesitation, Poincaré immediately decided to take up the flag of Homer and the Last Miracle Generation, completing their unfinished dream.
"Then, everything is up to you."
When Poincaré took over this legacy, his obsession disappeared, and the 'something' that had been supporting him also disappeared.
"Crack!" Something invisible seemed to start cracking little by little within his body.
The last remnants of the soul fire that had been formed over a long period of time slowly dissipated, and the soul fire in Duke's eye sockets quietly shrank.
Soon, there was no longer any trace of an attachment emanating from Duke that made Poincaré feel somewhat bound.
He coldly glanced at Poincaré, like the other liches hovering around the venue, and began to move in a regular pattern.
In that moment, Poincaré knew that the Speaker Duke, who had just talked to him, had forever disappeared, along with the secrets of the divine era and the origin of nuclear explosions, the biggest catastrophe humanity had ever experienced.
What now existed here were undead beings who had endured millions of years, with only the magical star emblems on their chests, without any connection between the two.
"Goodbye... Speaker." Poincaré gently bowed to the departing lich, showing respect for the departed pioneers.
The Speaker, dressed in red robes, had done everything he could, but unfortunately, the science of that era had come to a halt after losing Homer and the last generation of miracles.
Whether it was Homer or the Speaker Duke, they were the people who made choices in that era.
There is no right or wrong, only mistakes made by them, limited by their era, mistakes that all the people in that era would make.
The path of science inevitably requires paying the price of such mistakes. They were the pioneers, and now their legacy will be inherited by Poincaré and the scholars.
In an era without magic, science is the truth. Countless new formulas have already emerged in Poincaré's mind.
In the blurry mist, Poincaré saw the truth, the essence that symbolizes the beauty of matter.
At the top of the Tower of Babylon, a magical ladder was descending.
The King of Undead, wearing pitch-black armor and exuding the aura of ruling the world, appeared before the representatives of all the powers in Sia's world.
The king has returned.
Chapter 1218Over time, Duke never expected that after thousands of years, someone would bring him the same feeling he had when he first met Homer.All latest novels on novelbin.comThere was no magical aura on him, and even his face had started to show signs of aging, but the brilliance in his eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was in Homer's time.It was the glow of wisdom, the vision that transcended time.His name was Poincare, a descendant who initially believed in Homer's scientific path and unwaveringly chose to carry on the legacy left by the descendants who stayed on the surface.Now, the seed has taken root and grown into a towering tree."So, this is the real nuclear explosion.""Igniter, the switch that creates infinite energy.""Nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse, but a scientific phenomenon, the power of the fundamental matter." After understanding everything that happened back then, Poincare suddenly realized.This is the truth of everything, a nuclear explosion is not a forbidden curse cast by a warlock, but a weapon of science, powerful enough to destroy everything, the ultimate weapon.It is only natural for the Empire's titled machine to lose. This is advanced technology beyond titled machine, a secret technology that should be used to create miniature suns.That theory now only exists as some vague concepts in Poincare's imagination.Unexpectedly, even in the divine era, pioneers had already created this kind of miracle with their own hands. It's just a pity that they greatly underestimated the destructive power of this technology and relied too much on the experience of magic. They even attempted to bind this power with magic circles.It was the limitation of the times. They didn't realize how difficult it was to create a miniature sun and how far-fetched it was to try to control the power of the sun.But their method was correct, Poincare could be sure of that."I will continue their research.""The power of a nuclear explosion will surely belong to humans."Without any hesitation, Poincare immediately decided to take up the flag of Homer and the Last Miracle Generation, completing their unfinished dream."Then, everything is up to you."When Poincare took over this legacy, his obsession disappeared, and the 'something' that had been supporting him also disappeared."Crack!" Something invisible seemed to start cracking little by little within his body.The last remnants of the soul fire that had been formed over a long period of time slowly dissipated, and the soul fire in Duke's eye sockets quietly shrank.Soon, there was no longer any trace of an attachment emanating from Duke that made Poincare feel somewhat bound.He coldly glanced at Poincare, like the other liches hovering around the venue, and began to move in a regular pattern.In that moment, Poincare knew that the Speaker Duke, who had just talked to him, had forever disappeared, along with the secrets of the divine era and the origin of nuclear explosions, the biggest catastrophe humanity had ever experienced.What now existed here were undead beings who had endured millions of years, with only the magical star emblems on their chests, without any connection between the two."Goodbye... Speaker." Poincare gently bowed to the departing lich, showing respect for the departed pioneers.The Speaker, dressed in red robes, had done everything he could, but unfortunately, the science of that era had come to a halt after losing Homer and the last generation of miracles.Whether it was Homer or the Speaker Duke, they were the people who made choices in that era.There is no right or wrong, only mistakes made by them, limited by their era, mistakes that all the people in that era would make.The path of science inevitably requires paying the price of such mistakes. They were the pioneers, and now their legacy will be inherited by Poincare and the scholars.In an era without magic, science is the truth. Countless new formulas have already emerged in Poincare's mind.In the blurry mist, Poincare saw the truth, the essence that symbolizes the beauty of matter.At the top of the Tower of Babylon, a magical ladder was descending.The King of Undead, wearing pitch-black armor and exuding the aura of ruling the world, appeared before the representatives of all the powers in Sia's world.The king has returned.
