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

This is bad.

Skadi suddenly realized that as the 'End' grew increasingly outrageously powerful and influential, spreading these revolutionary achievements to the outside world would only further amplify the 'End's' power...

"Shall we continue?"

While the goddess of ice and snow was inwardly shocked, the 'nanny' goddess Ishtar remained calm and collected, quickly recording the experimental data that would shock everyone if it were to be disseminated.

Someone with such seniority as Ishtar wouldn't have the same worries as Skadi.

Lu Ming's method is only usable by him. Just look at how he bleeds out like crazy every time he uses the Demon Eye. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't even be able to unleash one ten-thousandth of its power before their eyeballs explode and they go blind!

"Let's stop for a bit. We're almost at the next fulcrum, and time is running out."

Volume 1: Chapter 81 Professor, you can't play with mud like that!

"Based on the calculated distance, we are indeed almost there."

Skadi snapped out of her daze and nodded.

As usual, she reached out to support Lu Ming while her feet moved nimbly, leaping over the broken bricks and scattered pits and cracks.

Just then, Lu Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He rolled his eyes, which had now fully recovered, and waved his hand.

"Let the main force stop and rest in this area."

Upon hearing this, Ishtar looked back and said, "The police on the gloomy woman's side don't seem too happy. They're not tired yet."

Lu Ming frowned. "It's not a matter of being tired or not. The condition of the ley lines ahead is not suitable for advancing."

They bypassed the pits and fissures created by Lu Ming and soon came across a hellish landscape where ice and fire danced together.

Boom!

The River of Flame surged and roared, raging through the streets and roads, scorching everything in its path until it was completely blackened. Following closely behind was a frigid current, whipping up countless icy blades that instantly swelled into an endless blizzard!

"The power of ice and fire coexisting..."

Lu Ming thought of the rare composite spirit word "Nine Infants" from "Dragon Raja". It is said that this ability contains the power of the three bloodlines of the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of the Sea and Water, and the White King, which can freeze and burn objects within the range at the same time.

Odin once used this kind of incantation.

"As expected! It was His doing again..."

Lu Ming was indignant. He casually took out a piece of paper and scribbled down a few lines, decisively adding another glaring crime to Odin's list.

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Skadi was stunned by this action.

She couldn't figure out how Lu Ming's logic was made up or how he arrived at his conclusion. She could only watch helplessly as he kept adding his own ideas to "Odin's Abyss" without any way to deal with it.

Even if Skadi wanted to figure out a solution by understanding the newly written content, she couldn't understand what Lu Ming had written on it!

I'm desperate, truly.

"Finished writing, let's continue the fight."

Lu Ming handed the items to Ishtar as usual, then took a deep breath and gripped his sword tightly.

His eyes shone with a golden, almost sun-like, blazing light.

Then, the world suddenly changed dramatically, with dragon-like lines forming between objects, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.

This fragile line is like the weakest point in the internal structure supporting something; a gentle cut can cause the whole thing to collapse.

However, upon seeing this world again, Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh slightly.

You should know that Teacher Daye can directly destroy the 'points' of things, but he can only see 'lines' despite his efforts to modify his eyes.

Clearly, the points where lines intersect are the most crucial!

"It was still a failure; we need to continue improving and keep trying!"

Skadi: "......"

Please, have some decency.

......

"Still can't get in touch with that guy, Ottenrose... That's strange."

Nero Chaos frowned slightly on his cold face. He was standing on the edge of the city, at a ley line point that was almost outside the towering walls.

The black mud beneath their feet resembled a deep pool reflecting countless beast images, continuously absorbing the boundless energy from the spiritual veins.

He is responsible for the third phase of the ceremony. Logically, while the second phase is underway, preparations for the third phase should begin on his end.

The first part involves a blood sacrifice to the life within the city. The second part involves injecting toxins to contaminate it. The third part involves the Great Source (planet).

Nero Chaos needed to gather a massive amount of primal energy and converge it at this fulcrum as the final 'sacrifice' (planet) element, subjecting it to the deadly poison accumulated from the exploitation of countless lives. During this process, there were many intricate details to be handled...

If the ceremony continues, and something goes wrong or goes wrong, the Great Source might dry up.

After all, it's about 'creating a poison that can kill the world,' which is no joke.

But then, the ceremony's host disappeared after only accompanying them to the beginning.

"...This is really troublesome."

What should we do now? Should he prepare in advance? But won't starting early cause unexpected problems? How should we coordinate with the other key stakeholders?

...Ever since the departure of Bai Yigong, the opinion leader who could mediate between the two sides, the ancestors have started to act on their own, like headless flies.

There's no way around it; after all, nobody wants to concede to anyone else.

pat.

A crow with jet-black feathers perched on a branch of a withered tree by the roadside, its dark, cold eyes watching everything unfold.

Nero glanced up and met its gaze. The latter flapped its wings twice and flew away in the blink of an eye.

'A bird? Oh, a Blackwing male, is it... Never mind.'

He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, and stared at the 'Creation Land', which resembled a stagnant pool of water.

Although both were born magicians and became Dead Apostles after reaching the pinnacle of magic research, Nero Chaos and Blackwing were ultimately not on the same path.

Luo Ya is the one.

It could even be said that Roa was Nero's close partner, as he collaborated with Nero on research projects in several of his reincarnations.

Even Nero Chaos's own inherent barrier, "Beast King's Nest," received personal guidance from Roja during its development.

Unfortunately, the timing isn't quite right this time; the reincarnation of Roja has not yet appeared.

As Nero Chaos faced the cold night wind, his thoughts seemed to drift back to the brief years of enjoyable conversations and research with Roya.

"Did you know? The Blood Ring of Principle, although it burdened 'Ancestor' with the poison of a singularity that could rewrite the laws of physics simply by existing, it was also a long but ultimately necessary task for us to complete. Just like homework that always has to be finished before the end of a vacation."

"Luo Ya, have you come up with a new research topic?"

"No, no, no, my research direction has never changed. That is the primordial state that is beyond human intelligence, the celestial bodies that formed before order was established. It is far from finished!"

"So that's how it is. What an ancient fantasy! When you guided me to complete the Realized Boundary within my body and suggested that I use it to explore 'Chaos,' you didn't also harbor similar expectations, did you?"

"Hahaha, of course! There are already related theories in the magic world. It is said that the source of countless life forms and ecosystems on this planet is the black chaotic tide known as the 'Sea of ​​Life'. Fuablow, didn't you think of anything?"

"I've heard of it. That's the earliest legend of the Age of Gods! But the Age of Gods ended long ago, and this claim is now almost nothing but idle gossip. What, could it be that my Beast King's Nest also has that potential?"

"The principle is the same. If the energy supply is abundant and the environment is suitable (the Age of Gods), your research topic may have no obstacles ahead, and you can completely surpass us and be called the 'Land of Creation' first!"

Glug glug.

Unbeknownst to them, the muddy water began to surge violently, and the ancient divine aura grew even stronger.

Volume 1: Chapter 82 I could tell you weren't human at first glance

On the edge of Xueyuan City, a cluster of villas and mansions, nestled among lakes and swamps, stood alone under the gloomy, sunless sky, cold and desolate.

It appears to be a wealthy residence in a district far above America's death line, but unfortunately, the conflicts during the Holy Grail War have caused several massacres here, adding a touch of gunpowder to the place.

But this didn't bother the newly arrived temporary residents at all.

The mottled bloodstains had already been hastily wiped away, leaving only a faint fishy and strange smell.

The intruders are now gathered in the living room, and the atmosphere is heavy.

The black-haired boy, Sigma, placed the radio on the long table, skillfully disassembled and reassembled it, then gently patted it and turned the knob.

A buzzing sound of electricity came from the dark device.

[Let me repeat... the anomalies you have encountered... are man-made conflicts, a slaughter game created...]

[...The above is all a conspiracy jointly planned by Odin and the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles. We, on behalf of the organizers of this Holy Grail War and the official America, guarantee the accuracy of this information!]

Please do not give up on saving yourselves...

“Saber, I’ve confirmed it several times. This broadcast has been transmitted throughout the city via the general frequency.” Sigma spoke to a blond couple at the other end of the long table.

His voice was cold, like a machine, devoid of any emotion.

"Wow, there really is a combination of gods and undead monsters forming an alliance! This is simply beyond reason!"

The blond man—Saber Richard I—spoke first with a look of amazement, his fiery and passionate aura instantly dispelling the quiet and cold atmosphere.

"Looking at it this way, our kind of alliance in the Holy Grail War is completely outclassed!"

“This is not the time to compare these things!” Saber’s Master, the blonde girl Ayaka Sajou, complained loudly.

She looked out the window with concern, "Those moving city walls and vampire monsters will spread here sooner or later. You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever."

Ayaka Sajou suddenly remembered that when she was locked up in the police station before, Saber seemed to have mentioned that a vampire had broken in.

"Hey! How come so many vampires have suddenly appeared!"

Is this still the Holy Grail War? Gods, vampires, what kind of nonsense is this!

No, she doesn't even want to participate in the Holy Grail War!

How did she suddenly have the brain fart to come to America?

Ayaka Sajou tried to recall the events carefully, but her head began to throb with pain.

"Hey, don't be so pessimistic. At worst, I'll carry you guys!"

Richard I, in his youthful impetuosity, declared that he could lead the charge and charge out directly.

Sigma glanced at it. "Mr. Saber, given that the Master's self-defense capabilities are limited, charging in rashly is not an ideal choice."

"Especially now, it is certain that the probability of finding an ally by fighting through monster hordes and exploring the maze is almost zero, and more than 80% of the residents are probably also caught up in the 'killing game rules', so they may not be friendly."

Richard I was silent for a few seconds, then clenched his fist.

He appeared cheerful and enthusiastic, but he was just trying to liven things up; deep down, he was just as indignant as ever about the vampires wreaking havoc on the city.

Richard I, in his lifetime, had led armies to fight monsters like the Dead Apostles. If his army were still around, he would have charged ahead to wipe out the Dead Apostles long ago. Unfortunately, he is now just a Servant, carrying at most a few "Spirit Origin Shadows" who can provide temporary assistance in battle.

"Young man, have you confirmed that the content of that broadcast is true?"

Faced with Lionheart's question, Sigmar's face froze almost imperceptibly for a moment before he slowly replied, "Yes, that's true."

At the same time, he glanced at an empty seat.

An elderly man in greyish-white clothes, leaning on a cane, sat there.

Richard I and Ayaka Sajo ignored the old man. No one but Sigmar could see him.

“Watcher”.

Sigmar recalled his servant.

Instead of summoning Lancer, he summoned a class that had never appeared in previous Holy Grail Wars, and its true nature was unknown. The old man that Sigma saw was just one of the Watchers' shadows.

His identity changed to that of an ordinary person with the job title of Lancer.

This made it impossible for him to explain things clearly to others, and even to his allies, he could only make up a story that his follower was Lancer Chaplin.

"Boy, do you really want to know the truth about 'Odin' and the 'Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles' in this Holy Grail War?"

Upon hearing the old man's question, Sigma nodded silently.

“Then you can take what’s on the radio as ‘the truth’,” the old man said in a meaningful tone.

Sigma's pupils contracted slightly.

Watchers always disclose any intelligence they have, because the city is under Watchers' surveillance, essentially giving Sigma a built-in intelligence booster.

But now Watcher isn't telling him the truth directly anymore. What does that mean...?