Zongman: Starting from the Chaos Orb

Einzbern Castle, Germany.

In an underground magic workshop, there is a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. Various strange magic props and ancient artifacts engraved with complex runes are placed around, as if each one is telling a magical story from the past.

At this moment, a magician who looked very old was slowly straightening his slightly hunched back.

His hands were trembling slightly, as if he had just completed an extremely strenuous task.

With a soft sigh, a smell of decay unconsciously emanated from his body, as if the traces of time left on him were not only the aging of his appearance, but also a kind of fatigue and vicissitudes that penetrated deep into his bones.

He has been busy in this workshop for a long time, and the result is gratifying. The Holy Grail has been successfully integrated into the android.

Becoming a movable, self-protective container for the Holy Grail is undoubtedly a remarkable achievement, and is of vital importance to the entire Einzbern family.

Looking at the android in front of him, who was modeled after the Holy Maiden of Winter and the head of the Einzbern family, Ahad couldn't help but smile, but his eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light, as if hiding some unknown calculations.

"Thank you for your hard work. Is this the Little Holy Grail of this generation? The prototype of the Winter Saint. It is indeed very beautiful."

An elegant and gentle voice, like clear spring water, slowly sounded in this underground magic workshop. The sound echoed in the quiet secret room, breaking the originally slightly dull atmosphere.

The tall old man's whole body tensed up instantly. Even as one of the best ancient magicians in the magic world, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart at this moment, making his hands and feet slightly cold.

This is the highest-level magic workshop in the entire family. It is engraved with countless defensive magic circles to protect all the secrets and security in the workshop.

It was completely useless at this moment, and even the most basic warning function could not be exerted. Someone broke in silently.

He turned around suddenly, but the moment his eyes met the other person, his whole body movement seemed to be cast under a spell, and it stopped abruptly and froze in place.

This sudden situation made his panic even more intense, and it was like a raging storm surging in his heart.

Even the defensive magic prop that was originally in a semi-activated state in his left hand hidden behind his back seemed to have lost its magical support and became like an ordinary ornament.

He could clearly feel the magic power in this prop dissipating rapidly.

The person he saw was a young man with an upright figure, wearing a luxurious and mysterious purple-black robe. As the other person approached, the old man only saw a flash of smooth white hair.

At this time, Dongfang Zang had already passed Ahad, and his calm gaze fell on the artificial human whose soul had just been born.

This is Irisviel von Einzbern. Her appearance at this moment is exactly the same as in the established plot. Her delicate face is like a carefully crafted work of art, and her fair skin seems to emit a soft halo.

Although her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, the countless reserves of knowledge about human civilization in her brain still gave her a bookish air and a noble and elegant temperament like a princess.

The ultimate creation of the third method combined with alchemy...

Alchemy has endowed this girl with absolute refinement. Everything about her is an artificial human created according to the highest standards that humans can achieve. Her body is immortal, as if time can hardly leave any trace on her.

The magic circuits constructed inside her are even more complex and exquisite, almost naturally allowing her to stand at the pinnacle of human magicians, possessing magical talents and potential far beyond that of ordinary people.

But the third method was clearly not perfect, not even a prototype. In Dongfang Zang's eyes, that soul wave was too weak, like a candle flickering in the wind. If no action was taken, Irisviel would only have about 25 years left to live...

The third method is the magic of materializing the soul, which achieves complete immortality by transforming the soul into material form.

When this magic is completed, the soul will become a perpetual motion machine and will gain an endless source of magic power.

The source of magic power here actually needs to be put in quotation marks. As I said, if a certain amount is extracted, it can indeed be infinite, but if it is to be output at a continuous high frequency, that is obviously not possible.

The same applies to Dongfang Zang. One fifth of the energy in his body can destroy a planet, but he cannot release it all in one breath unless he self-destructs.

The quality of supernatural energy itself is always higher than that of the living thing itself, otherwise there would be no need to obtain energy. This is an inevitable result. Releasing all the energy in one breath, there is only one such behavior, and that is called self-destruction.

Living things themselves cannot withstand such an energy explosion, and this is especially true at higher levels. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as body refining. The Golden Immortal's invincible golden body is based on the same principle, and one of the main reasons is to increase the upper limit of its own energy output.

Just like a pistol cannot fire 7.62 bullets, you have to upgrade yourself to a rifle first.

Alice's appearance is very similar to Dongfang Zang's, and their two pairs of crimson eyes are staring at each other.

"Such a beautiful person..."

Looking at the nearby Dongfang Zang, this was the first definition that the newly born Irisviel had. The knowledge in her head gave her the same thoughts and concepts as humans.

This made her heart beat faster, and even her eyes brightened a little, completely ignoring her 'grandfather' who was nailed to the spot.

Dongfang Zang, on the other hand, seemed much busier. Although he was just standing there quietly, he was actually using his absolute domain to observe all the changes and structures on the girl's body.

At the same time, he was still invading Ahad's brain, constantly browsing all the old man's memories.

"What's your name?"

"Irisviel von Einzbern, hello, sir."

As she spoke, the girl, who was less than three minutes old, performed classical and dignified aristocratic etiquette towards Dongfang Zang. It was standard and elegant, as if these etiquette norms had been practiced thousands of times.

A smile appeared on Dongfang Zang's lips. He stretched out his right hand, lifted the other person's chin, and gently stroked the other person's soft and elastic face with his thumb.

"Irisviel, from now on, you belong to me."