Chapter 1271 - 971: Sudden Upheaval (Part 2)

Chapter 1271: Chapter 971: Sudden Upheaval (Part 2)

"Is the last message from Woodman true?"

Matthes asked seriously: "Is the Book of Fate really not in the Ivory Tower?"

"No, that’s Russell’s lie."

Viscount answered: "After receiving the message, I activated the Dead Sea Scrolls once more and got accurate results—the Book of Fate is indeed in the Ivory Tower without a doubt.

Woodman was deceived; it’s a trap carefully prepared for us by Russell—I even suspect that Russell might have already gained the Book of Fate’s approval."

Matthes’s expression changed suddenly: "How likely is it?"

"Over eighty percent."

Viscount decisively stated: "The remaining twenty percent is due to the limitations of current intelligence, unable to rule out other reasons. But in any case, the Book of Fate is in his control."

Matthes became increasingly confused and asked: "But why would he lie?"

"Because he likes it."

Viscount said: "How could you know what he is thinking? For an opponent like Russell, whatever he says or does could be an illusion or lie. He can even conceal his true advancement; tracing causes is meaningless.

You only need to do what you are supposed to do."

"Whatever he says, it won’t change our plan." Viscount said: "That is the best way to deal with him."

"But since he has the Book of Fate..."

Matthes’s expression gradually turned grim, unable to avoid such a possibility any longer.

Not to mention the enormous authority the Book of Fate itself has over events, more critically, it contains over four hundred percent of the Ideal States’ Correction Value!

That is the great outcome created by saving the world from Hell four times!

To this day, although the Utopia no longer exists, the countless achievements it left behind continue to generate more and more changes.

The Correction Value likely continues to climb.

If Russell truly could reconstruct the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy or even... complete the reconstruction of the Utopia, the power gained would be even more terrifying!

"Then, for someone like him, wouldn’t people like us be nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs?"

Matthes said coldly.

"So what?"

Viscount retorted: "Does that mean we should lose our composure? Or go to any lengths and pay a huge price to obliterate him before he succeeds?

The existence of the Ideal States is just our past, insignificant, and cannot change the things that are to happen."

Viscount said coolly: "Matthes, everyone outside thinks that we three are the creators of the Golden Dawn, but you should know clearly who the true founder of the Golden Dawn is—

Our existence is this world’s choice, Russell cannot prevent that ending from coming."

Matthes’s hand trembled slightly, gripping his cane tightly.

Viscount, Matthes, Woodman.

Indeed, the three of them are important organizers and leaders of the Golden Dawn, each having an irreplaceable role.

But over these seventy years, no one, perhaps, could have guessed who is the mastermind behind the destruction of the Ideal States, the true initiator of this evil result.

Perhaps Russell figured out some of it, but Russell certainly wouldn’t proclaim it to the public.

No one would believe anymore—that the emergence of the Golden Dawn came from the Utopia, no, from the will of the Astronomical Society.

From the one who truly led them down this path, after aiding and pushing, once all traces were covered, watching the evil fruit become irretrievable...

The former President of the Astronomical Society!

"Awaken Aresta, Matthes."

Viscount said indifferently: "After being dormant for so long, we ought to take some action, it’s time for the Current Circumstances to witness our masterpiece."

After a brief silence, Matthes nodded silently.

In the depths of Nowhere, a deep resonance was heard.

The sound of a bell rang.

Pale eyes lifted.

The splendor of Hell appeared.

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When leaving, we transferred via the Rainbow Bridge, but coming back, there was no such convenience, we had to rely on standard transportation.

Thankfully, there was still Raymond’s helicopter, otherwise Huai Shi would probably have had to take the students on a sled.

Four hours to Iceland, transferred through the Border, then by plane and train, it took most of the day to finally return to the Ivory Tower.

What they saw was devastation everywhere.

After the disaster, almost all the buildings in the Ivory Tower were damaged to varying degrees. Besides the Architecture Institute happily being unstoppable, all others were cursing.

After calculating the disaster losses and repair costs, the vice principal’s face looked terribly grim. Restoring to its original state would take at least half a month, and dealing with the aftermath was even more troublesome.

Most critically, Bennett managed to escape...

It was simply a huge humiliation.

The most dismal part was... he could do nothing about it.

High trees attract the wind.

As one of the hallmarks of the Ivory Tower, the most formidable on the surface, even more capable than Russell, and also with Kronos’s Stigmata, formally had the title of Doomsday Guard.

Anyone wanting to deal with the Ivory Tower, he was definitely the first target to take down.

Russell’s priority didn’t come before his.

Otherwise, once he loads a save, all is over.