Kael cast a glance, and after a lengthy mont, scoffed.
"You think I’d co just because you told to?"
...Ten minutes later...
The Research Institute of Wandong City received an unwelco visitor.
"Welco, Captain Kael," Dr. Osborne, with his face sticking to a sandpaper-like cloth, spoke unclearly, "I also hope that today you will get the results you want here."
"I’ve seen the ssage you sent." Kael steadily walked up to the white-coated goblin, his piercing gaze prompting Osborne to sport an embarrassed smile.
Although he was a few years older in appearance than the inhumanly strong captain, he always felt an innate unease when facing him.
Damn it, I should have been the one breezily approaching him, looking down at him, and saying, "It’s your lifeti honor to get my invention." Where did I go wrong for things to turn out like this?
"Since you have seen the ssage, I assu we have reached a consensus on this matter."
Kael halted his steps, looking indifferently at Dr. Osborne, "It’s not that we’ve reached a consensus; it’s just that I let it be."
"Let it be?" Osborne chewed on his words, "I’m afraid I can’t quite grasp that feeling."
"How about I kill your whole family so you can experience it?"
"Then you’d be making a mistake, for after the great evacuation, I only have a son left."
Dr. Osborne chuckled, "During the snowfield operation that caused the Sword Maniac to be captured by the Alliance and transford into a Chosen One, he was one of the soldiers assisting you. After that battle, aside from Sword Maniac White Symthia, who has now beco a Chosen One, no one else survived."
"You can actually laugh about it... you’re stronger than in this aspect," Kael assessed him again.
The white-coat calmly said, "I thought the cold wind of Osilia couldn’t scatter us, but since it has, so be it. Instead of dwelling on that, I have more important things to achieve, and you are the most crucial part of this plan, so, please."
He gestured forward with a "please" motion.
"Impressive!" Though Kael didn’t quite like the temperant of this goblin, the attitude was indeed strong.
The Osilia snowfield is a public area adjacent to Wandong City.
Wandong City once carried out a plan known as the "Snowfield Operation" there.
The plan deployed nearly the top 11 professionals of Wandong City at that ti, with over 100 elite goblin marksn and heavy machinists to assist, all for the purpose of capturing the first special parasitic Undead that appeared.
More accurately, that being should be called the Holy Beetle Wraith. Your journey continues on .Côm
Although the capture was successful, no ordinary professionals survived, nine professionals died, one was left crippled, and the crippled Old White only managed to hand over the container with the captured Holy Beetle Wraith to Kael before his body gradually went out of control, nearly being directly possessed by a deity.
Later... later, Old White chose to flee far away to avoid harming Kael with the "arrival of the Saint" that "he" would beco after.
When they t again, he had already beco a "Chosen One" standing on the side of the holy Briania.
All of the above had happened prior to the restoration of Kael’s mory and can be regarded as the "setting" about Old White in this historical echo-type Dungeon.
Of course, if Kael could reset this dungeon, everyone would directly leave it, and Old White would face no issues.
Complicated... no wonder the will of the world would think that my choice of sides would determine the difficulties faced in the Dungeon.
If he sided with the Alliance of various nations, then Old White would still be his trump card weapon.
But if he wanted to save more residents of Wandong City, then Old White would beco a formidable enemy obstructing his dungeon conquest.
Kael strode forward, entering Wandong City’s research academy for the first ti himself, and he was quite shocked by the chaos within the establishnt.
In the not-so-spacious hall, a haphazard array of computer-like equipnt was laid out, a dense network of electric wires entwined with one another, a true nightmare for electricians, and in each massive glass tank, nurous organs were suspended in liquid.
The researchers present mainly looked tired, with wrinkled white coats that made them appear not as ticulous scientists, but more like a group of half-mad beggars.
Kael looked down faintly: "Is this the state you’re in while conducting research?"
"What else?" The white-coat ambled along, and that’s when Kael noticed that, although different in appearance from Humans, Osborne didn’t look too well.
His pale and cracked lips were even scabbed with blood.
"You..."
"We’re not planning on leaving," Dr. Osborne interrupted Kael’s words: "We’re not leaving. With the situation as it is now, if we evacuate again, even the last of the research facilities won’t be saved, so it’s better to just stay."
"You could have had a chance to follow them and leave," Kael said.
However, the prolonged silence only made the emotions in the white-coat’s eyes even more complex.
"Listen, Captain Kael, setting aside those divine creations, the earliest life forms discovered by our archaeological efforts erged 2.1 billion years ago.
It was 85 million years ago that the first intelligent life forms appeared, and from then to now, we have established the goblin empire. From a macro perspective, life is not a common visitor to this world.
On an individual level, we are as insignificant as dust; the history of civilization is magnificent and protracted to us, with countless nations perished under the waves on beaches, yet if you look across the continent, the legacy has always been ongoing."
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