A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 292: Chapter 159 Electronic Frontier (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

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“I can’t use it to protect our people,”

More than twenty years ago, Glarus obtained a miracle, Omnihand: “This miracle has no great power at all, it needs the vines of trees, it can only entwine with other things, it’s a shameless thief,”

[Electronic Frontier]

The most imaginative, creative, and speculative miracle faction, the miracles it brings are a boon to the intelligent and a nightmare to fools.

In theory, any kind of miracle can be developed and expanded by Omnihand.

But Miracle Power belongs to someone else.

How could the Master of Miracles allow their Miracle Power to be used by others?

“But it is the first miracle found by the Yatun Clan in a hundred years,”

“Grandpa didn’t find it?”

“He left behind clues,” Saros said, “After you leave, I will set out to find that miracle.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Saros: “The old man risked his life to find it.”

Grandpa Bailuo left home to search for miracles when Saros was very young, and Saros grew up under the care of his elder brother.

Therefore, compared to his brother, Saros was not as familiar with and accepting of their father.

Even now, at almost 40 years old, he still couldn’t let it go.

“Then you…”

“I don’t have much time left,” Saros said, “Next, I will do everything in my power to find it, it is the last hope of our Yatun Clan.”

“That’s why I need to…”

Glarus stopped mid-sentence, as he was about to embark on a grand and even terrifying plan.

“You should understand.”

Saros said to the then-young Glarus, “Even if we find the miracle, we can’t surpass them, the development of miracles takes time, they are already a hundred, even a thousand, ten thousand years ahead of us, we can’t catch up.”

“If we can’t catch up,” Saros’s gaze turned icy, “then we have to make them fall.”

If you can’t defeat your opponent head-on, then let them decline, rot, and corrupt, and when they become weak, bite their neck and kill them in one blow.

“What about Motis?”

“I’m not worried about my own safety, it doesn’t matter if I die,” Glarus said, “But Motis, she’s just gotten married.”

“Although I’ve always looked down on that lad, I know he will definitely protect her well.”

“Use that as an excuse and leave.”

“What?!”

“It’s better for her to hate you than to miss you and worry about you, right?”

“This…”

Glarus asked, “Is this plan really feasible? Will the Empress of the East, that woman, truly believe it?”

“In this world, if anyone truly desires peace, it must be her.”

“But there’s more than one way to peace,” Glarus inquired, “She might want to unite the world under her rule.”

“It’s the Eastern Empire that unites the world, not the Empress of the East,” Saros said, “The Eastern Empire with its more than twenty Masters of Miracles, if it wins, it’s just starting another tragedy. The Empress of the East is stunningly brilliant, she must understand, and she will surely take your suggestion.”

“After the Eastern Empire, it’s the Golden Ancient Nation, then Holy, Extreme North, Mountains, Star Night, and…”

Saros looked into the eyes of Glarus: “Iron Eagle.”

“Iron Eagle?”

Glarus was so shocked: “Why even it…”

“Iron Eagle is the breakthrough,” Saros said, “It’s your last stop and the only one you must give your all to.”

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Glarus asked, “What if it fails?”

“There are only two possibilities of failure,” the uncle said, “First, both you and I are dead, second, our clan is wiped out.”

“What if that day really comes?”

Faced with Glarus’s question, Saros fell silent for a while.

“If it fails.”

Gradually, Saros’s gaze became more and more sharp and terrifying: “Then let this world be a burial for our Yatun!”

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The Octopus Family completed their bath-rubbing work for Glarus.

Afterward, Tree Elves treated Glarus’s injuries.

Changing into a new set of clothes, in an instant, the formerly unkempt dirty old man transformed into an elegant elder with dark grey hair tinged with white.

Glarus’s temperament was somewhat like that of a profoundly learned scholar, a feeling reminiscent of great academics, philosophers.

His identity was also that of a technical advisor for multiple countries, his life had been full of dramatic episodes, quite remarkable indeed.

“Old brother, it’s been more than ten years, and you start with such a thrill, almost costing me my old life,”

Glarus, fifty years old, was considerably younger than Saros but looked older due to the hardships he’d endured, even more so than the uncle.

“Isn’t it out of sheer joy?”

“Only you would play like this out of joy,”

Glarus couldn’t help but cry and laugh, but he was also a steady elder: “But honestly, the skill of this bath-rubbing, it’s deeply influenced by your legacy.”

The character of Gonnia’s family was similar, all were geniuses with high IQ and EQ.

“Motis…”

“Sorry.”

The uncle’s eyes held sadness; he had once promised Glarus that he would take good care of his family.

Glarus embarked on an unimaginable task, endured humiliation, while he, not only failed to protect Motis and her husband, he had also lost the sharpness of his former days.

“You’ve changed.”

Glarus, in turn, comforted the uncle: “More than whether she’s still here, I want to know if she’s been happy.”

“Back then, Motis married that bastard lad and got locked in body and mind by him.”

Yatun Clan, direct descendants of the God of War of Yatun, that is, Miracle Descendants, this was different from most of the ordinary People of Yatun.

They were stronger, their physical condition and natural abilities far surpassed that of ordinary people.

However, with advantages come disadvantages, and the People of Yatun were not without their weaknesses.

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