He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

At the same time, keep firing at the direction the master and servant are retreating, not giving them any chance to change the battlefield, and focus on annoying them.

"You filthy bastard! After this battle, even ten thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to spare you!"

"Hehehe, weak king, you think you can just throw your weapons around like that? If you bring out the strongest sword from your warehouse, then we'll be truly evenly matched."

Gilgamesh scoffed disdainfully. How could he possibly take out EA for such a despicable person?

As the two sides remained locked in a stalemate on the battlefield, amidst the lingering shockwaves of terror, the raging storm in the sky suddenly dissipated, as if blown away by an invisible sword strike.

Gilgamesh's face darkened.

This is why he felt the situation was unusually serious.

"The aura and laws of the Age of Gods are leaking out from over there..."

Volume 1: Chapter 28 - Here comes the unofficial history!

Lu Ming felt that his fierce battle with Odin might have entered a new phase.

Or perhaps it has entered the final stage.

At this moment, both sides restrained their power. The divine lightning that was enough to illuminate the world and bombard the earth no longer scattered across the sky, but was condensed and gathered into physical forms in the shape of swords.

Previously, Lu Ming thought that the "Odin personality" form was more suitable for this scenario, and that learning and imitating Odin's techniques would be faster.

So, after acquiring the personality, he indeed quickly imitated and understood the new alchemical dragon runes inscribed by Odin and used them—while raising his gun, his other hand condensed a dazzling lightning-constructed blade of light.

In this regard, it was thanks to the fact that the fake Odin would occasionally freeze up like a program stuck, giving Lu Ming more opportunities to imitate him.

Lu Ming knew very well that since he was destined to embark on a path of confrontation with Odin, the future was bound to be extremely arduous.

Even if we manage to assassinate the formidable enemy before us and successfully escape Nibelungen, what then?

Outside the world, Odin's influence and schemes are already everywhere.

He will face more than just Odin's true form.

Instead, it is a greater, more complex, and multifaceted source of terrifying forces at different levels.

For example, Odin's "Council of Elders" within his dragonkin community, and the "Holy Palace Medical Society," the behind-the-scenes organization he leads in the modern world.

Odin also assumed different secular identities, interfering in the affairs of dragon-slaying families and the Secret Society, using various means to corrupt and divide them...

The advanced technologies, alchemy, and other skills that these people, who have gathered these connections and resources, directly and indirectly control dragons and humans, have continuously developed and accumulated are even more unimaginable.

The Gattuso family's launch of the space-based weapon satellite "Aegis" is just the tip of the iceberg.

The novel "Dragon Five" even mentions that the former Soviet Union developed a large number of advanced technologies, which were distributed in dozens of uninhabited cities in the vast Siberian region, and Odin was suspected to be behind them.

As Lu Ming recounted each and every one of these incidents, he subconsciously felt a chill run down his spine and a cold shiver run through his bones.

He was still too weak and too outnumbered.

Lu Ming needs to spread Odin's history of conspiracy and win over allies outside the city, while within Nibelungen, he must also hone his skills and strengthen himself.

What we are facing now is the first step of a long journey.

The foundation for this step must be laid solidly and firmly!

So when he was certain in his heart that the enemy he was facing was a fake Odin, and at the same time his "Odin personality" was able to imitate Odin's various skills extremely quickly.

Lu Ming then had an idea: to make the most of this time and, before the real Odin could react, to continuously learn new knowledge and technology from the fake Odin by imitating him.

Imitate Odin! Learn from Odin! Surpass Odin!

bass!

Lu Ming imitated Odin's dragon runes, and the resulting blades and weapons were sharp and powerful.

But compared to Odin's glorious sword, his somewhat dim blade, lacking sufficient energy constraint density, brought him back to reality.

As expected… Lu Ming sensed a decisive deficiency. After all, it was merely a beginner's on-the-spot application of what they had learned on the battlefield.

But so what?

Ever since Lu Ming suffered Odin's fatal trap at the start of the game, he never felt that he had any advantage. From manpower to equipment, from technology to martial arts, he was completely crushed in every aspect, but he never considered compromising or retreating.

We, the martial artists, have nothing to fear in a battle!

Even the weak dare to wield their swords against the gods!

hum!

In the instant of the exchange, there was no unrestrained and dense barrage of divine lightning, nor any terrifying sound that would shatter eardrums.

But in reality, when the dazzling sword of glory clashed with the overwhelming blade of light, the vast atmosphere and the endless void seemed to emit a silent lament.

Lu Ming had already sensed it; at the moment of the clash of sharp edges, a destructive, chaotic, and terrifying energy exploded out invisibly and without substance.

In an instant, the surrounding leaves, rubble, soil, and boulders were all silently and imperceptibly obliterated by the aftershocks.

Such a confrontation, if it took place in a city, would likely cause devastating damage.

At the same time, Lu Ming also clearly felt the burning and tearing sensation coming from inside his body, and blood streaks seeped from the sweat flowing from his skin.

"hiss……"

He gritted his teeth in pain.

So, I've also vaguely reached my limit?

Yes, with the support of Ereshkigal throughout, coupled with his own alchemy skills and Word of Power domain, he overloaded thousands of alchemy circuits in his body through a high degree of bloodlust.

Even if his body has a good recovery ability, his internal organs would probably have ruptured, he would have suffered internal bleeding, and the number of broken blood vessels and bones would be countless.

Although my body is recovering at the same time, old injuries are always lingering while new pains arise, and the pace is simply not fast enough.

After all, Lu Ming maintained this peak burst of energy for a much longer period of time than he had set for himself—far exceeding the three-minute time limit he had initially set for himself.

Even in continuous combat, breaks should be incorporated. If a truce can be taken midway for a minute of rest and recuperation, it's possible to maintain a decent level of condition.

But right now, Lu Ming's rest breaks depend entirely on when the fake Odin on the other side will suddenly malfunction and freeze.

For an ordinary person with limited recovery ability, this gap is like a mosquito's leg, not enough at all.

If he continues fighting like this, his injuries will only accumulate.

Their condition will only continue to decline.

Physical strength will quietly slip away completely.

maybe……

Perhaps after just three days and three nights of continuous fighting, his condition will reach its true lowest point!

Alas! In the end, he was still not strong enough!

……

"Ishtar, can you hurry up? Lu Ming is having a hard time holding off Odin!"

While urging her on, Ai Lei hurriedly set up defensive measures for the position to prevent the swarming shadows outside from rushing in.

After all, it was rare for Lu Ming to convey such a strong order through Francesca, which also reflected his anxiety and precarious situation.

Presumably, Lu Ming has already fought to the most difficult stage, struggling alone, his condition has declined sharply, and he is about to give up!

The kind-hearted goddess of the underworld grew increasingly worried, secretly sighing and heartbroken.

It's a pity that my strength has not yet fully recovered. If my powers were back, I could have made better preparations for the venue advantage.

"Ah, I know, I know! I'm doing it right now!"

Ishtar wore a pained expression, looking as if she had swallowed a fly; she was extremely uncomfortable.

Because of the extremely small-scale communication techniques created by those outsiders out of inexplicable caution, they can only recognize the most basic magical wavelength frequencies; there are no images or sounds whatsoever.

Ishtar had to rely on the extremely inefficient nature of this technique, using magical signals to simulate information in order to transmit the text of "Odin's Abyss".

It feels like painstakingly typing out Morse code by hand and then having the other person decipher it themselves.

The difference is that if she uses magic, she has to go over the words in her mind first.

Haha, in other words, they actually want her to go through all the unofficial history again, that's just outrageous!

Lu Ming, you just wait!

Those outsiders definitely wouldn't believe this outrageous and ridiculous content—no, they wouldn't even believe the beginning!

Volume 1: Chapter 29 Old Director: Ah, yes, yes, it's me again.

Outside, on the edge of a forest on the outskirts of Xueyuan City.

"Wait, why are they still fighting over there? It's been almost two hours, and they still haven't decided who's winning?"

Fadius shook his head, looking somewhat tired, and walked out of the canyon entrance to the edge of the protective barrier.

Using the magician's technique of enhancing eyesight, one can magically focus their eyes and see the reddish-brown rocky mountain range in the distance.

However, this level of vision is far from comparable to Archer's clairvoyance, and he simply cannot see the actual situation clearly.

"Reporting to Mr. Dioran, according to the message relayed by the observer 20 minutes ago, the two sides appear to have reached a stalemate."

A man in a suit stepped forward and answered in a deep voice:

"Before this, the sounds and lights from the battlefield were particularly loud, only starting to diminish noticeably at a certain point. Now, we speculate that the battle is probably nearing its conclusion..."

"Isn't there any more specific information?"

"I apologize, but our staff is currently focused on the project to coordinate with the Lesser Grail War. This has caused some delays in monitoring and reporting on the various aspects of the Holy Grail War..."

"Never mind! It's not a big deal. Just focus on your own work!"

Fadius felt that the various astonishing and unexpected situations he had received in the past two days were a bit too much.

He felt that after going through the Holy Grail War, he would have developed a calm and collected heart.

Small-scale abnormal events, such as a group of cats and dogs falling ill and filling up the workload of pet hospitals.

Fadius could categorize it as a secondary priority without even flinching.

Not to mention, the red-brown mountain battlefield over there had been fighting for several hours without either side suffering any casualties.

It's probably going to be a very relaxed, uneventful, and long period of mutual probing, with little chance of any serious incidents happening!

Once they've finished, proceed with the formalities.

If we find another gas company to sacrifice, the problem will be perfectly solved.

In recent days, however, more and more magicians, or even outlaw magicians, have begun to enter Snowfield City, which is something that needs to be paid extra attention to.

It's necessary to find out who else, besides Aozaki Touko, is an uncontrollable and dangerous individual...

"Mr. Dioran! Good news!"

Adela's assistant strode over, her face showing even more exhaustion than her boss's. "The communication spell linking to the Lesser Grail has sent important information!"

Upon hearing this, Fadius's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"What is it? Tell me quickly!"

That comfortable expression was like a thirsty traveler in the desert suddenly drinking a mouthful of cool, sweet spring water.

Good news! Finally, finally some good news!

These past few days have felt like an eternity for him!

……

"Observation complete (Game Over)! Excellent, the information-stealing program implantation operation is a great success!"

The blond boy, looking excited, whispered something furtively before nimbly running into the grove.

"Mr. Jack's ability is really convenient. He can transform into anyone! He infiltrated the scene so easily and didn't give a single clue even after being questioned by the patrol several times."

The wristwatch offered a helpless but futile warning:

Master, we're out in the world now, please stop calling me by my real name.

Moreover, if it weren't for Police Chief Orlando Leaf providing intelligence and evidence, our operation along the way probably wouldn't have been so smooth.

"Ah, yes! I also want to thank Mr. Orlando!"

As the master and servant were speaking, a man in a trench coat and with a resolute face emerged from the forest.

Behind him, in the hazy shade of the trees, were more than twenty uniformed police officers, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

That was a "monster of twenty-eight," a special police force composed of members all equipped with treasures made by Caster Alexandre Dumas.