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

Destructive power converged on his fist, aimed at the entire position constructed from the pivot.

hum-

A piercing, mournful wail echoed through the air.

At the same time, Bai Yigong, who was inside the position, finally saw the scene of Lu Ming making his move outside.

Putting aside the astonishing speed and power, the sheer amount of magic that surged forth, almost penetrating the barrier's defenses, was not at all of the nature of a Dead Apostle!

"...You are not Jesta—"

However, it was too late for Bai Yigong to react.

The look of astonishment on his face remained frozen in that moment.

boom--!

The atmosphere shattered, walls flew everywhere, and Bai Yigong was swept into the blast wave and terrifying impact by the force he could not resist. He could vaguely make out the overwhelming shadow of death, which condensed into a fist-shaped shadow.

He watched as the fist shadow enlarged and slammed into the outer layer of the defensive structure, which then collapsed completely, layer by layer, as if it were made of paper. Bai Yigong's own consciousness also went completely offline in the same way!

Because the entire figure standing there, along with the position he had painstakingly built, had been blasted into ruins by the terrifying power of a single punch!

"call."

Lu Ming stood at the edge of a pile of ruins, slowly withdrawing his fist, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"teacher."

The fanatic caught up at this moment, landing lightly beside Lu Ming like a feather. "According to my perception, the other party is still alive."

At least the magical reaction is still there, and the greatest characteristic of a high-bloodline Dead Apostle Ancestor is that he is not easy to die.

Presumably, his body was blasted to pieces by the teacher, but it will soon quietly recover on the spot under the effect of the restoration curse.

"What? He's not dead?"

Lu Ming was startled and gasped.

Unexpectedly, despite his all-out assassination attempt, the other party was still alive.

All that remained in sight was ruins, and the surviving enemy was nowhere to be seen.

This must be a master at concealing his abilities! Odin truly has a wealth of talent under his command!

Lu Ming clenched his fist.

We must strike again.

No, let's do another billion hits.

......

"Damn it! They mistook me for someone else! And this person..."

Buried deep underground by countless ruins, Bai Yigong gradually regained consciousness and felt a burning pain on his face.

For big shots in the industry, the thing they love most is to be in the limelight, and the thing they fear most is to lose face.

This time, in particular, Bai Yi Gong gave a fierce analysis in front of the ancestors, only to find that he was just a fool.

He muttered angrily to himself, "You brat, don't think you've won just because you caught me off guard. This is nothing more than letting this old man loosen up his muscles and show you what you're made of!"

"The Blood Ring of Principle is precisely the reason for becoming an Ancestor!"

boom!

Bai Yigong's newly restored body was once again destroyed along with the entire ruins!

Volume 1: Chapter 77 I can't possibly tell you anything!

Cold, shivering.

Bai Yigong finally awoke from the nightmare of repeatedly exploding and dying.

He felt a wave of weakness, his blood reserves were severely depleted, and his appearance was extremely unsightly. His once meticulously groomed white beard and hair had completely turned into a disheveled mess. Thorny shackles tightly bound his entire body, and ancient runes moved around with the light.

I've lost face.

Now, the substance is gone too.

"You're awake? You're the worst quality one among these enemies."

Lu Ming sat imposingly atop the pile of building ruins, coldly scrutinizing the monster.

Beside him, Ishtar, her face expressionless, prepared paper and pen, waiting for the right moment to take a statement. The little girl, Haruli, watched intently, while the fanatical lady stared coldly at the White Winged Lord, as if she wanted to kill this ancestor of the dead with her eyes.

"You and your companions have gone to great lengths to stir up trouble in human cities. What orders did you follow from Odin? What plans did you carry out in cooperation with Him? Tell me everything truthfully!"

Lu Ming asked sternly.

'Odin?'

Before Bai Yigong's mind had fully cleared, he was left completely bewildered by this sudden and forceful questioning.

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Those ancestors arranged to come here themselves to hold a ritual to 'create the poison that will kill the world,' what does that have to do with Odin?

Does Odin also want to overthrow this world of reason, just like them?

What kind of joke is this about the Age of Gods!

"Hmph! Nonsense! Brat, I have no idea what you're talking about..."

After sorting out his thoughts, Bai Yigong subconsciously put on an arrogant expression.

Hmph, does he think he'll submit just because he's a prisoner? Don't even think about it! This is his pride as an opinion leader in the Dead Apostle circle!

With an unyielding spirit, tall and strong, never bowing down!

Despite his stubborn, grumpy face, coupled with his disheveled appearance and unkempt look, he only appeared more comical.

"Not going to talk?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged, and simply raised his finger and pressed it into the air.

The runes on Baiyi Gong's chains lit up with a dazzling, blazing light almost instantly!

The veteran vampire was suddenly startled, "What!? Could this be the Primal Vampire?! ...

Intense solar ripples, infused through runes, exploded violently throughout the body of the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, releasing terrifying light and heat; the air itself seemed to carry the stench of flesh being scorched.

—Jester: Does this scene look familiar?

"So, are you going to tell me or not?"

Lu Ming walked back and forth in front of the vampire, whose body was almost entirely charred and black, with his hands behind his back.

"What exactly did Odin tell you? You committed heinous crimes and acted recklessly against the entire city, yet you still want to distance yourself from Odin and portray yourselves as loyal dogs to Him!"

"Cough cough..."

Bai Yigong exhaled a puff of smoke, trying to regain his strength and recover his health, while a deep sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

how many years?

He, Bai Yigong, had been a powerful figure in the world of Dead Apostles for many years, and had never suffered such humiliation!

Even that lord (Zhu Yue) had never humiliated him like this!

Our ancestors must not be dishonored!

"Damn it! I have no idea who you are, and I've never even seen Odin! Whatever we're doing has nothing to do with Him!"

Lu Ming frowned slightly upon seeing this.

"I see, another die-hard?"

This guy is just like Jesta from last time! And their excuses are even so similar.

"Then we should be even more suspicious of your unclear connection with Odin."

Ishtar: "......"

Here we go again, are we going to start forcibly piecing together evidence without any proof?

Just like the Jesta last time?

Following the same procedure as last time, she should be preparing to write the unofficial history of 'the die-hard Jesta suddenly repents, defectes from the camp, and exposes Odin's conspiracy' right now.

At this moment, the runes... shone brightly!

"What die-hard?! What are you even talking about?!"

Bai Yigong let out another chilling scream.

Feeling the scorching heat all over his body, he was furious. The ceremony had been going smoothly, but things took a sharp turn for the worse after the attack.

Then, for no apparent reason, this group of people began to interrogate themselves about their connection with Odin.

What utter nonsense! Isn't that just gibberish made up by Jesta?! And these people actually believed it? It's all Jesta's fault!

"Fool Jesta...!"

Upon thinking of this, Bai Yigong couldn't help but utter a curse.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming glanced over.

"Hmph, finally giving in? As expected, Jesta was the striker and underling you sent, wasn't he?"

If Whitewing High Seas refused to budge, Lu Ming wouldn't waste his time, since they still had to deal with the enemies at various strongholds.

The reason for taking the time to interrogate this guy now is to figure out how to take over the core control area of ​​the Bronze City, regain the initiative, or more effectively suppress these anomalies and save more innocent people.

While Lu Ming was asking questions, Ai Lei, Skadi, and the others were also investigating what kind of tampering had been done to this ley line support.

Of course, if nothing is found, it means the problem isn't here, and we'll have to get information from this old man.

"what?"

White Wings spoke out in outrage:

"Jester is nothing but a lower-ranking (Dead Apostle) with less than five hundred years of history. How could he possibly have connections with us that have been built up over two thousand years? With his abilities, what right does he have to interfere in our grand plan to conquer the world over the next millennium!"

"Oh? Tell me more about it?" Lu Ming's interest was piqued. Here it comes! The bombshell revelation has finally arrived!

They're ancient monsters, no wonder they're harder to kill than Jesta. And having lived for so long, doesn't that mean they've been with Odin for even longer?

The intelligence value of such a senior figure is even greater, and the credibility of his talk about the "millennial plan" is extremely high!

"...?"

Ishtar opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Wait a minute, you bunch of Dead Apostles actually have a plan to overthrow the world?

Wasn't this something Lu Ming made up before? How did it become true?

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"Ridiculous! You think this little bit of physical torture will make someone of noble blood like me submit? Don't waste your time. Unless that lord comes in person, no one can pry my mouth open!"

"As expected, you're entangled with Odin and attempting to overthrow this world! Ishtar, quickly write this down!"

A glint flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and his tone was excited.

Who else could this old man be referring to as "the great one"? It must be Odin without a doubt!

"Okay, alright..."

Ishtar looked utterly bewildered as she typed lines of text with trembling fingers.

Could Lu Ming be right? Did he never cite any anecdotes but simply state the facts? That's impossible, I don't believe it...

Lu Ming continued his interrogation, "...As for the rest, you'd better confess honestly right away!"

"There's no way I could tell you anything!"

The radiance of the sun, like a blazing, expanding sun, filled the entire room!

Volume 1: Chapter 78 This can be called martial arts?!

An atmosphere of anxiety permeated the air.

The spider climbs the wall with ease, extending its eight bristle-covered legs and gleaming, sharp claws, while its eight bright eyes move nimbly.

It climbed up the tall bronze wall and spoke to a large, emaciated bird that flapped its wings in mid-air, resembling a ghost from the underworld.