Above The Sky
Chapter 648 - 648 605 The Omen of the Prophet 33

648: Chapter 605: The Omen of the Prophet (3/3) 648: Chapter 605: The Omen of the Prophet (3/3) “Is this the kind of legacy you’re giving?”

Ian wasn’t foolish; he could tell that the Duke of Sorin’s meaning was clear—Ian himself was ‘Inega II’s legacy.’

He had given Adalbert to him.

Setting aside whether Adalbert was willing to follow him, and whether a living person—well, a Deceased Monarch could be considered living, right?

In any case, setting aside whether he had the right to give Adalbert to him.

The Duke’s statement was indeed correct.

Ian looked at the Deceased Monarch Researcher beside him with a somewhat odd expression—the Deceased Monarch was here, as were the lost souls, and the core technology developers.

Although Adalbert might not be aware, the knowledge in his brain, the techniques that the Duke of Sorin had unknowingly made him learn, were obviously almost the entire set of Inaga’s legacy.

Not only that, but Adalbert was still alive and could continue developing technology.

The young man was in his early twenties, with a promising future!

[This?!]

Adalbert could never have imagined such a turn of events, and that he had actually been dismissed?

No, that wasn’t the focus…

He had just been dismissed now?!

What was the Duke of Sorin planning to do with him originally?

He thought he was going to die!

Clearly, he wasn’t.

If Ian had to guess, the Duke of Sorin intended to nurture a successor who was the polar opposite in character, but similarly in possession of Inaga’s legacy.

His views on his own destiny, or his views on the world, were extremely pessimistic, so regardless of the action, he was thinking of leaving a ‘mark.’

Or perhaps a ‘tombstone.’

The Deceased Monarch and Adalbert were his tombstones.

[Ghost Valley Knight, do you really want to revive the Deceased Monarch?

Even the River of Death?!]

And Adalbert was honestly just that—honest to a fault in this regard.

Although he had the courage to question the Duke of Sorin, when the Duke told him to follow Ian and had dismissed him, he actually turned around, asked Ian’s opinion sincerely, and warned him: [Once this technology is born and begins to be used, it will absolutely go in an evil direction!]

[I used to think that technology had no good or evil, but now I don’t think so…

Any technology involving tampering with life, souls, and essence is a taboo!]

“Ethically speaking, you’re not wrong, Adalbert,”

Ian calmly looked at the Deceased Monarch beside him, his voice lowered, “But I’ve never spoken about ethics.

I only want to fulfill my wishes.”

“For me, the technology of the Deceased Monarch and the River of Death is necessary…

Adalbert, you’re a good person and an exceptionally excellent researcher.”

“But you’re not someone who can climb to the top of the mountain, let alone beyond the Firmament.”

Ian sheathed his Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.

He knew that there was no longer any point in fighting: “But the Duke of Sorin was right.

After leaving the lab, his side will also be inspected by The Empire, and he does not have the energy to protect you…

It would indeed be a bit troublesome for a Deceased Monarch to keep going.”

“I happen to be able to help you a little.”

He looked up, the Knight gazing at the Dead River Armament suspended in mid-air.

Even if he wanted to beat up the Duke of Sorin, the latter would not fight back and would simply withdraw his projection.

At this moment, under the Duke’s suppression, the originally deep azure Dead River Armament began to slowly blossom with a silver glow—during the time the Duke’s projection possessed it, the Fourth Level strongman’s minute adjustments and reconstruction had induced a transformation in the Dead River Armament.

A transformation significant enough to merit Ian’s attention.

[Any more questions?]

At the moment, the Duke of Sorin was still very patient.

He was in quite a good mood knowing about Ian, or rather the Ghost Valley Knight’s existence, even carrying a trace of a smile: [The Tianhong King and Michael are still fighting outside, and Moze has been thrown into the void by me; he should be returning about now.]

[If you plan to leave, it would be best to take advantage of this period.]

Truth be told, Ian had nothing left to ask.

Thanks to Adalbert, he had asked everything that needed to be asked.

The Duke of Sorin’s actions were quintessential traits of the Terra Ascendants—even though he was a Noble who valued his domain residents highly, he was ultimately a Sublimator.

He would do everything in his power to construct souls for his people and then kill them all, turning them into tombstones.

You couldn’t say the Duke of Sorin didn’t care for his domain residents or love them…

he was simply straightforward, a madman.

This was an incurable illness, pity that the patient was too strong.

When Ian was strong enough in the future, he would surely seek out the Duke of Sorin to cure him properly.

As for the River of Death and the Deceased Monarch—Ian had not lied.

In his view, this technology was definitely not just something like the Spark or Artificial Hell; it held many more secrets and applications.

It could even become a part of the core of his future domain…

Seeing that Ian had no more to say to him, the Duke of Sorin nodded slightly: [Then let time be the witness—although I don’t know who you really are, as a successor of Hiliard, I look forward to the day of your success.]

[But if you give up as well…

don’t be too downhearted.

It is indeed not a problem that we can solve.]

“I’m afraid that will have to wait until I die.”