Going down the stairs, Henry quickly came to the second floor, and before he could reach the door of the room, he felt a faint trace of radiation, although it was not enough to be fatal, but it would definitely endanger Hài's health. His face changed slightly, and he immediately quickened his pace. After living in the Western Continent for so many years, this phenomenon is still the first time it has been discovered.

As soon as you enter the door, the first thing that catches your eye is Tyrantiel's pale and painful face, and her skin that glows with a silvery white glow, even if you don't need to detect it, you can feel that all the radiation is coming from here. His long white hair and beard had fallen out, and his entire head was covered in gray spots, making it look like a dead corpse.

"This ...... This...... It turned out to be enriched uranium!!!!!! Is it nuclear radiation!!!!!!!! Henry was stunned. He couldn't believe that anyone but himself could refine this terrible substance in a world without any industrial system.

You must know that even on the earth, this is a top-notch technology that only a very few large countries can master, and its complex process and all aspects involved are definitely not something that a few people can do. However, the scene in front of me completely subverted the original perception, and from the perspective of the intensity and color of the radiation, the enrichment range dù exceeded 60 percent, although it has not yet reached the process of making nuclear weapons, but it is not far away.

The radioactive material that had been unsuccessful for many years appeared in front of him, which made Henry suddenly have the illusion of being in a different world, and he was stunned for a while, and all kinds of uses of nuclear energy quickly flashed in his brain. Nuclear weapons, nuclear energy, either of them can bring about a sea change in a world that is not productive.

Besides. He was also amazed that Tyrantil was embedded with so much enriched uranium. I was able to hold on until now and didn't die. Know that if you don't bless any protection. By normal standards, the current amount of radiation can kill a healthy adult male in just an hour or two, and his daughter and sister are protected by magical items, so nothing is wrong.

Obviously, the old mage's current situation can no longer be described as bad, a large number of cells in the body have died, the immune system has been completely destroyed, the internal organs are extremely weakened, the teeth have been lost, the diaphragm in the body has fallen off, the central nervous system has been damaged, and even the bacteria are pitiful. It can be said that this is completely a vegetative person, and will not react to the outside world at all. It's a miracle that he's still panting.

There is no doubt that no known magic or magic can cure this body that has even been genetically destroyed, not even "wishing arts", and the only thing that can be tried is divinity. That's right, only divinity with infinite possibilities has a chance of expelling so much radioactive material.

Henry sighed slightly, carefully took out a drop from the dimensional bag, and directly used the power of the creation zào to erase the consciousness belonging to the Sahua fish-man Saikola, and then put it into Tyrantil's mouth. For this, he paid for his sense of smell. The nose will not smell anything for twenty-four hours.

After the brilliant divinity slid down the esophagus into the body, it instantly emitted a white bright light. At the same time, a large number of small silvery-white particles embedded in the skin were squeezed out of the body, and the hair and beard that had been lost were growing rapidly, and the lower body also grew back rapidly, and it only took a few minutes for an old man who was dying to regain his health.

Seeing that Tyrantiel was no longer in danger of life, Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully collected the small silver-white particles on the ground and put them in a small box that was isolated from radiation. He knew very well that just a few dozen grams of small things could make all the people in a small town contract radiation sickness and die quickly within a few days, and the danger was self-evident.

The most important thing is that most of the divine arts can't detect any problems at all, and they are completely incurable, except for relying on their own immunity to stiffen, there is no good way at all, it is definitely a good thing for home travel, killing people and killing people.

The speed at which the divine transformed the body was very fast, and after ten minutes, Tyrantiel slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He first glanced at his intact body in disbelief, then jumped up from the bed and looked around warily.

Seeing the old mage's reaction like this, Henry immediately knew that he must have experienced a very fierce battle, so he bowed slightly and said, "Master, don't be nervous, it's me." ”

Henry?!! How did you end up here? How many days have I been in a coma? Did you see that line in the hall downstairs when you came? Tyrantiel quickly asked a flurry of questions. His face was quite ugly, his eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know whether it was remorse or shame.

"See, that was years ago. I accepted the commission of Master Kelburn, and made a mortal enmity with this mage named Chasma in the Dark Lands. You must have seen this man, can you tell him about his current condition? For example, the casting level, and where these silvery-white radioactive materials come from. Henry asked straight to the point.

He was very interested in whether it was Chasma or someone else who could use the refining and utilization of enriched uranium. This is very important because the rescue operation can only be planned in detail if the most difficult enemy is first determined.

Tyrantiel sighed helplessly, and explained with a wry smile: "I don't know the name of the other party, but that festering dark elf mage has always claimed that you killed his son, it should be Chasma." This guy has a fist-sized silver-white crystal embedded in his forehead, about the same as what you're holding in your hand. He cast an unknown spell that instantly pierced through four protective spells, directly producing a violent explosion that blew me in two. ”

"Unknown magic? Violent explosion?!! While Henry muttered to himself, a huge amount of money was set off in his heart.

There is no doubt that Chasma has mastered the refining and application of enriched uranium. Judging from the description just now, he not only discovered the principle of nuclear fusion, but also developed a spell similar to a miniature nuclear bomb. Talented! Definitely a genius! It's a pity that this genius is now his enemy, and he is also the enemy of his son, so there is no possibility of compromise at all.

It seems that the inhabitants of the Faren Continent are really powerful, and there are too many people with amazing talents to count. This is true of the necromancer Lavok, who just died this morning, and so is this Chasma who has reappeared. They share the same dedication and pursuit of magic, and they are tireless in their own paths, and it is in this way that they can achieve success.

Seeing that Henry stood there for a long time without speaking, Tyrantiel showed a look of shame on his face and bowed deeply: "I'm very sorry, I couldn't protect your relatives. But don't worry, even the abyss of hell will be fought until I get rid of all the children. ”

Henry shook his head slightly and refused, "No, no need. This matter started because of me, so it must be solved by me myself. And don't you realize that you are no longer mortal, as soon as you enter the dark elf city, I am afraid that you will be immediately noticed by the high priests. ”

"Not mortal?!" Tyrantiel first showed a hint of doubt, and immediately carefully examined his body. When he noticed that there was a trace of divinity flowing, he cried out, "This ...... This is divinity!!! How can it be! Where did you get that?!! It's so precious...... It's so precious......"

As a human mage who is almost a hundred years old, Tyrantil understands better than anyone the preciousness of divinity, not only to prolong lifespan, but also to gain so much immunity that even legendary spellcasters salivate. He originally felt that he might not have any hope of crossing the threshold of legend in this life, but now everything is different.

For human mages, the greatest enemy is time. That's right, it's time. It normally takes more than sixty years for a genius human to go from apprentice to legendary mage. This means that even if you start learning magic at the age of ten, you will not have any hope of progressing until you are seventy.

However, everyone knows that the human brain decays rapidly after middle age, so even those with as high intelligence as high as eighteen have a very low chance of becoming a legendary spellcaster. Unless you have some special methods, such as transforming into the undead, gaining divinity, longevity magic, changing young bodies, etc.

Looking at the old mage's helpless appearance, Henry smiled: "You used to be my enlightenment teacher, so this should be regarded as a reward." Don't worry, the consciousness in the divinity has been completely erased, and there is no hidden danger. As for the captive Elen, there should be no danger to his life, I will bring him back, and those dark elves must pay for it! The price of blood! ”

"It's still too precious, so it's better to do it......" said the old mage, who pressed his hand on his forehead and shouted loudly and solemnly, "I! Tyrante swears by this, to become Alan. Angomei, Lina. Angomy, Liv. Angome, the guardian of the three, volunteered to protect their safety with his life. ”

"Guardian Contract? Why do you bother? Henry had a look of helplessness on his face. He didn't expect the old man in front of him to make such a move, it was too unexpected.

The guardian contract, also known as the nanny contract. The oath-taker establishes a special bond with the protected person, who is immediately aware of danger when encountered. Not only that, but if the life of the protected person is in danger, the oath taker will give his life force to share with him until death.

It can be said that it is a noble covenant of devotion that only the closest friends, lovers, and loved ones make to each other. But Tyrantiel only swore an oath unilaterally, so as long as he was alive, he had to protect the three little ones, otherwise if any of them went wrong, he would be buried with him.

Obviously, the old mage had tied himself firmly to the chariot of the Angome family as a way to repay this heavy gift. Maybe for him, he didn't want to get such a big benefit for nothing, so he made such a move. However, this is very much in line with his camp tendencies, neutral and kind.

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