Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

The magic workshop fell into a brief noise, but soon the order of the past was restored, and the magicians in charge of the guards entered the hall in an orderly manner, looking at the old man Xuan Li who was sitting on the throne safe and sound, Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

"This is... Ise San Niuma? What happened just now?!

Someone noticed the identity of the corpse on the ground. A tall and thin old man's face darkened, and the wrinkles on his face kept twitching.He is the chief of the security department, Sanyota Ise, one of the elders of the Ise Trinity, and one of the few magicians who are all-in-one.

In terms of blood relationship, Ise Sanniuma is still his nephew, he can be said to be a very promising junior, and his magic skills are not bad, otherwise he would not be able to become the deputy chief of the security department. Here it is.

"Patriarch, what happened?"

He stood up and asked in a low voice.

"The magician outside used his body to invade the magic workshop, trying to detect the intelligence of the magic workshop, but I found out his identity and solved it."

"how is this possible--?!"

Hearing the old man Xuanli's answer, to be more precise, it was Mikael's answer, these people couldn't help but be surprised. They didn't expect a magician to invade the core of the magic workshop.

"Nothing is impossible. I need to test everyone. I am worried that there are other magicians lurking in the workshop, trying to harm our Ise Trinity."

"Sorry, it was the negligence of our security department."

Ise Sanyota bowed and said, his face became more and more ugly. It can be said that the magician in charge of guarding the magic workshop was manipulated by the enemy, which can be said to be a great shame.

"Open the defensive barrier, and then call everyone over, the sooner the better, maybe he has accomplices hiding on other people, so as not to run away."

Mikael waved his hand casually, dismissing Ise Sanyota.

"Follow your orders, Lord Patriarch."

Soon everyone in the magic workshop came to the palace.The population of the Ise Trinity Clan can barely be called prosperous, there are about 80 to [-] people, but most of them are only the eldest sons and magicians of the opening level.

Seeing the Ise San Niuma who had lost the breath of life, Ise Sanyingshi's heart arose. Unexpectedly, this guy was controlled by other magicians, and he was a traitor to the family.But thinking of the humiliating days he spent under his hands, he couldn't help feeling a sense of pleasure in his heart.

Since he was implanted with a false memory by Mikael, he can't remember what happened before.

The door of the main hall was slowly closed, and everyone stared at the Patriarch sitting on the throne intently. Mikael stood up, and the majestic magic power gathered in the main hall, and one after another enchantment opened, covering everyone. stuck in it.

"My lord, is this...?"

Seeing that Mikael activated the enchantment in the hall, someone asked inexplicably.

boom--!

The huge roar answered his question. In the narrow enchantment space, the burst of magic power swept across like a hurricane, causing everyone to lose consciousness and fall limply to the ground.

"It's a miracle that such a stupid family of magicians can continue to this day."

Looking at the magicians of the Ise Trinity who had passed out, Mikael couldn't help laughing.The plan went smoothly unexpectedly, he walked past these fainted magicians and left the hall.

The underground magic workshop of the Ise Trinity Clan is like a maze. If it wasn't for getting the location of that room from Xuanli's memory, Mikael would have to look for it for a while.

After walking through the seventh large room, he stood in front of a door that looked like a bank vault door. In addition to passing through the basic magic barrier, he also needed a password for verification.

"878235"

Mikael entered the password, and then entered the magic power of the old man Xuanli.Watching the red light above turn green, accompanied by the sound of high-pressure nitrogen gas being discharged, the heavy metal door slowly opened, and dazzling white light poured out like mercury pouring down the ground.

The room is full of large-scale computing machines. There are no magic dresses made by alchemy or traces of magic, but genuine modern civilization.

The recording media of several large film rolls rotated and made a "click" sound, connected to what looked like a supercomputer, and other instruments were connected to artificial life petri dishes, as well as expensive medical machines.

In the center of the room was a bed, on which a thin child lay, connected by countless pipes of various mechanical devices, large and small.

He seems to be only about four or five years old. Mikael can easily see through this young body, which lacks some internal organs and body, and there are magic imprints on the body including the bones. If it is not for the continuous input of vitality, I am afraid that the child will die in the next moment.

Reluctantly relying on the messy technology of the Ise Trinity to combine magic and science to maintain life, but the price is that every beat of the pulse and every breath will bring unbearable pain to it.

As if sensing someone's arrival, the child opened his eyes, and looked at "Old Xuanli" in front of him with pupils lacking in pigment.

He instinctively felt that the Patriarch in front of him seemed to have changed.

"He's really a sharp kid."

Mikael stretched out his hand and gently stroked the child's head.

The sound of heavy breathing resounded in the plastic breathing device, and the indices on the surrounding instruments rose a lot in an instant. If you guessed correctly, at such an instant, the child had borne a huge burden.

"It's really a poor creature. Do you have any wish? I can help you realize it."

His gaze moved down the child's body, and finally stopped on his right arm, where the three feather-shaped Command Spells were branded.

"...I have, one, wish."

A trembling sound came from the breathing apparatus.

"Ok?"

"I hope... the world, people... can be happy."

Mikael doubted his ears a little.

"You want everyone to be happy?"

He repeated the child's words, and couldn't help laughing, "Happiness is achieved by oneself. No one can bestow happiness on others, not even God."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the child's forehead, writing strange and mysterious characters.

"But I can help you realize this wish. What the gods can't do doesn't mean I can't do it either, so what you need to do now is to sleep first, and when you wake up, everything will be better. The world and people will be happier too."

"It's...really...well?"

"I never told a lie."

Hearing Mikael's assurance, the child fell into a deep sleep with a relieved smile on his face.

"After all, death is also a kind of happiness."