Chapter 143
Li Ang paused for a moment and said slowly, "However, there are some obvious problems with this timeline.

First of all, the time of death."

"Time of death?" Ding Zhenshen glanced at Solomon's remains, his brows furrowed.

Li Ang said, "In most worldviews, transcendents have supernatural powers, so their physical fitness and lifespan are higher than ordinary humans.

If Theresa and Solomon were born in the Goddess Era 1011, then it's now 1086, and they should be in their seventies.

Even for ordinary people, this age is not particularly old,

But judging from the appearance of the corpses, they clearly died of old age, and the corpses have been here for many years. The time doesn't match."

David couldn't help but interject, "Wait, are you saying that they also suffered from the progeria in the Guardian Village?

Isn't progeria only contracted by ghouls?

Or are you saying that they also have ghoul bloodlines?"

"I didn't say that."

Li Ang spread his hands and said casually, "It's also possible that there is a problem with the flow of time in this area,

Or the corpses will accelerate their decay after death.

There are many possibilities.

I'm more concerned about the latter three questions,

Why did they return to the Holy Mountain Trial,

Why wasn't Ken there on the second return,

And why were Theresa and Solomon trapped in the Holy Mountain Trial."

No one answered Li Ang's questions, but he didn't dwell on it,

"Right."

Li Ang thought of something and turned to look at Liu Wu Dai, "Can you still use that skill of yours?"

Li Ang was naturally referring to Liu Wu Dai's [Huan Wo Liang Liang Quan] (Return My Beauty Fist), which could repair items.

Liu Wu Dai nodded. The cooldown time for this skill was twenty minutes, and it had already refreshed. "What do you need me to fix?"

"This."

Li Ang picked up the stack of experimental logs placed on the third floor of the Mage Tower, turned the back side up, and handed it to Liu Wu Dai. "The content on the back of the experimental log should be the latest.

These things are relatively broken. See if you can fix them.

If you can, that's great. If you can't fix it, it doesn't matter."

"I'll give it a try."

Liu Wu Dai nodded, struck a pose, and punched the experimental log.

Bang!

The stack of scorched experimental logs quickly repaired itself, as if time were flowing backward, gradually turning from scorched black to the normal white of paper.

By the time the effect of [Huan Wo Liang Liang Quan] ended, the last few pages of the experimental log had turned white,

The handwriting on it was still blurry, but at least some sentences could be distinguished.

Everyone gathered in front of the paper and carefully observed it.

The last few pages of the experimental log recorded Solomon's magical research.

The research project was to use transcendent power to restore the resurrected corpses to reason.

[Experiment 124, referencing the United City's slave mind control device, the emotion inhibitor produced still has no effect on the Tier 3 corpse. The created corpse is still violent and ignorant.]

[Experiment 125, the newly developed potion seems to have improved the physical fitness of the corpse, but it has not restored the brain from disorder to normal. The corpse broke free from its restraints during the experiment and attacked me. I had no choice but to destroy its brain... The Holy Mountain Gate is closed, and the number of experimental subjects is getting smaller and smaller... Heh, sometimes I wonder what the point of all this is. Even if I develop a way to help the corpse regain its sanity, I can't transmit it to the outside world to help it regain its sanity...]

[Experiment 126, the corpse self-destructed, the experiment was interrupted]

[Experiment 127, the corpse accelerated its decay, the experiment was interrupted]

...

[Experiment 143, the last two experimental materials finally yielded results. With Theresa's help, I used the corpses of former heroes to successfully create two corpses with reason and capable of communication... Although I haven't reached the point of fully restoring reason as I imagined, I can still proudly announce that I am now the man closest to the forbidden divine realm of creating creatures in the world. Hahaha, I really hope that Finn is here, so I can see the expression on his face... I wonder how they are doing outside. The magic in this area is eroding my body and sanity for a long time, and maybe my time is running out.]

Corpses? Creating life?

A gleam flashed in Li Ang's eyes. Without rushing to talk to his companions, he continued reading.

This was basically the last entry in the experimental log, but outside the experimental log, in the corners of the paper, there were also some scribbled words,

Seemingly Solomon's self-talk when he was depressed.

[Damn it, life without cigarettes is really hard. I tried to make cigarettes with some wood chips, but I choked to death]

[I can't feel my arm anymore. So this is what it feels like to age... Heh, this damn Holy Domain, the higher the magic content in an area, the more severe the erosion]

[When I looked in the mirror today, I couldn't believe that the old man in the mirror was me. I, Solomon, the youngest special-grade mage in human history, have actually aged to this extent... I smashed all the mirrors in the Mage Tower and cried like a child with my knees hugged. Fortunately, we have separated and stayed in different places. If Lamont and the others saw me like this, they would definitely be embarrassed]

[The feeling of waiting for death to come is really unbearable. On the one hand, I am happy that Finn kept his promise and closed the Holy Mountain Trial. On the other hand, I sometimes hope that he can rescue us and leave here]

[Damn goddess, damn world. Everything is meaningless, we are her slaves, the livestock she raises]

Similar sentences filled the corners of the paper, the handwriting was scribbled and chaotic, and some places were stained with blood.

"So that's how it is..."

Li Ang repeatedly scanned the content on the paper, breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly at his teammates' puzzled gazes, and was about to explain when his expression suddenly changed and he looked at the door at the other end of the room.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Hohnenheim was the first to react. The Book of Sand in his hand moved without wind, quickly flipping pages, and hundreds of attack spells were ready to be cast.

Liu Wu Dai also drew her bow and nocked an arrow, pointing the arrow at the door.

Creak—

The door to the room was pushed open, and An Borui walked in.

"Don't attack, it's me."

The female pirate looked at the other companions in the room holding weapons, chuckled, waved her hand, and put down a corpse she was carrying.

The corpse, like Solomon and Theresa, was dry and shriveled, wearing a cloak and a quiver around its waist. From the appearance, it was the elven archer in the hero team.