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

“Because knowing the truth isn’t always a good thing,” the old man sighed in his seat, then vanished into a cloud of smoke. “Kid, if you do that, you’ll be watched by that kind of being, and you can’t afford the price.”

The faint voice continued to echo in the air—

"Oh, right, I have some bad news for you."

"Huh?" Sigma was taken aback.

“The person you allied with, Ayaka Sajou, is no ordinary person. She is not human, and the immense magical power she possesses has attracted vampires. You will have to say goodbye to your peaceful life at the outpost.”

"..."

Sigma's eyes narrowed, and his expression tensed.

"what happened?"

Ayaka Sajou looked up and saw Sigma suddenly put the radio into his bag and begin packing his things quickly, frantically loading ammunition into his weapons.

"Enemy attack!"

Sigma let out a low growl.

Richard I's previously relaxed demeanor changed drastically.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, grabbed a dinner knife, and in a flash of golden light, the knife transformed into a magnificent holy sword of extraordinary quality, swiftly slashing diagonally!

The giant crocodile that leaped out of the black mud was instantly cleaved in two!

Sigma added, “Get outside! Staying here will leave us completely surrounded!”

Black mud proliferated wildly in the room, and giant crocodiles, demonic boars, gazelles, giant snakes, demonic rhinoceroses, and other magical beasts swarmed in from all directions!

"learn!"

Richard I's sword instantly unleashed its power, "Excalibur!"

A golden torrent burst through the villa, and a violent burst of light blasted open most of the house from the side!

As Ayaka Sajou covered her mouth and nose and hurriedly fled through the choking smoke and dust with her companions, she suddenly heard a strange man's voice beside her:

"A futile effort!"

Richard I stood guard to the side, sword in hand, and shouted, "Hidden away? Come out if you dare!"

"Hmph, I am the 'Chaos Horde,' and this chaotic beast tide is myself!"

Nero Chaos's voice echoed, "I never expected to encounter a 'fragment of the primordial dragon's remains' here."

"High-purity source magic of this quality is not easy to find. Perfect, I'm currently lacking ritual offerings, so capturing you is just the right solution!"

Richard I was completely bewildered.

"What fragment? Did any of us bring one with us?"

After all, his Master, Ayaka Sajou, doesn't look like a seasoned magician.

As for Sigma, he was just an unknown mercenary who spent his days tinkering with modern weaponry.

However, Nero Chaos did not give a kind answer to Lionheart's question, but only sneered a few times.

The black mud tide's offensive grew increasingly fierce. Outside the villa ruins, vast stretches of lakes and swamps were stained deep black, from which countless pairs of beastly eyes surged forth!

"They're talking about Ms. Sajō!"

Sigma, combining the hints from his Servant, instantly realized something: "Mr. Saber, protect her first!"

"Oh!" Richard I couldn't understand, but his body reacted faster than his mind.

"What......"

This time, it was Ayaka Sajou's turn to be dumbfounded.

She wasn't human, but rather a piece of flesh that fell from some kind of dragon...?

For some reason, Ayaka Sajou suddenly felt dizzy, nauseous, and her body suddenly turned cold.

Memories surged like they were being churned inside a washing machine, fragments of conversations instantly surfacing in my mind—

"As expected of you, you actually brought such a high-quality Mystic Code!" It was a woman's innocent voice. "Kenneth, are we guaranteed to win this Holy Grail War?"

"The Three Foundations of Magic Furnace, the supreme attire of our El-Melloi family, the highest-level fantasy craftsmanship in Albion, the Tomb of Spirits—it's not just a name without substance!"

Another man spoke to her, his tone seemingly calm, but he couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness under the woman's flattery.

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"Albion, the Tomb of the Spirits, isn't that the otherworldly realm beneath the Clock Tower?!"

The woman's voice revealed astonishment, "Could the treasure unearthed from there be the core of the dragon's furnace?"

"It might be, it might not be. Because when our ancestors found it, there were only ancient fragments, but it did have parts with wings and claws, and its nature was very similar to the Dragon's Core, which has an inexhaustible source of magic."

Kenneth said in a calm and unhurried tone:

"If it is further developed and utilized, it may produce other powerful functions besides magic, or even give birth to a mind. But the ancestors did not intend to explore it further, so they did not know its true origin."

"Huh?" the woman asked curiously, "Then why didn't you continue developing it?"

The man chuckled softly. "Sora," he said, "let me give you an example. Do you think a wish-granting machine with its own mind would be a better thing than one without one?"

......

"Hey! Ayaka, are you alright?!"

Richard I’s anxious calls reached his ears.

Ayaka Sajou finally snapped out of her jumbled memories. Her movements were stiff, and she felt increasingly uncomfortable as her frenzied magic surged forth.

He stumbled.

Seizing the opportunity, the black mud suddenly opened its massive, fang-like maw from the ground, creating a huge pit. The girl's legs briefly slipped, and then she was bitten by the fangs.

Whoosh!

Caught off guard, Ayaka was dragged into the mud and instantly swept away by the rapidly surging mud tide!

"You damned bastard! Give Ayaka back!"

Richard I roared in fury.

"Mr. Saber! We can't let her be taken there. That's the enemy's stronghold, and they might be setting up some kind of dangerous ritual there!"

Sigma shouted a reminder.

"Ugh...!"

Forced into the high-speed movement, Ayaka Sajou felt dizzy and nauseous. She was surrounded by darkness, unable to see a single ray of light, and couldn't help but let out a miserable laugh.

A few minutes later, when Ayaka Sajou looked up again, she saw a pale-faced man standing on the edge of the city, staring intently at a strange, dark pool.

It turned out that the other party had never left and was preparing something, so they were only distracted and used a group of magical beast followers to capture him openly.

The man who commanded the chaotic horde suddenly turned and looked over.

"Hmm? Not a dragon species, but another fantasy species with similar characteristics?"

Ayaka was pulled in front of him.

Nero Chaos ignored the girl's resentful face and muttered to himself in a daze.

He was so engrossed in preparing for the ceremony and pondering his 'Creation Land' plan that he didn't bother to carefully analyze the information carried by the 'Chaos Swarm'.

"I see. I wasn't paying attention and misjudged it."

"Having a human form, responding to wishes, a magical core... I never imagined your nature was so complex. Having undergone several cuts and modifications, you've become unrecognizable?"

Nero pondered for a moment.

Only a portion of it matches, and there are certain risks involved in using it—it may lead to incorrect elements or cause accidents.

But that almost responsive nature of granting wishes can make up for the shortcomings and might even bring a 'surprise'!

"You have ultimately been tainted by the most primordial life force of this planet. This ancient catalyst is enough to complete part of the offering. Come, my principle, my 'Creation Soil'!"

With no word from the White Winged Lord and the other ancestors seemingly having their own agendas, Nero gradually lost patience with the original rituals and swayed towards his own plans.

The current environment of the Age of Gods is now an excellent environment for further developing the principles.

Don't miss out.

Even if there's an element of luck involved, Nero Chaos doesn't want to miss out.

Success or failure hinges on this!

Ayaka felt a chill run down her spine. The Death Apostle's tone suddenly became somewhat fanatical in her ears, but his attitude towards her was extremely cold.

"Ayaka!"

A familiar figure rushed over.

To be honest, Ayaka Sajou felt a little regretful.

Despite being called a Master, she hasn't actually signed a contract with Lionheart yet; there's only a channel for supplying magic between them.

However, the next moment, an immense force pulled her into the very center of the mud.

The unrestrained, primordial magic power gathered in one place at this moment!

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone and everything took on a different appearance.

Ayaka saw the fervent joy on the Dead Apostle's face as he pursued his long-cherished wish, she saw Saber's anxious face, and she saw a crow silently watching from a withered tree branch not far away.

He saw the ancient, muddy pool and called out to the primordial world through his own actions.

The frenzied, restless memories began to surge again. The aura of magic spread, reaching an unknown place across endless space and time.

Ayaka saw a distant era where a magnificent blue-winged dragon soaring through the sky plunged into the depths of the earth, and then she was dragged down with several figures...

At the same time, a strong, ancient aura was rapidly brewing in the deep pool beneath our feet.

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The image of the soaring dragon was abruptly cut off, replaced by another colossal dragon form in the dark world—no, it wasn't simply a dragon, it was the womb of creation—

Nero succeeded, but also made a fatal mistake.

It was as if it were a predetermined, fateful mistake.

"Aaaaa—"

Ayaka suddenly woke up with a start.

A sharp cry shattered the last vestiges of tranquility in the pool.

The black tide was boiling over, and countless ancient factors gathered and recombined, beginning to conceive specific lives because of the cries of the womb.

As if rejoicing at her return, they erupted in a thunderous celebration.

......

boom!

A violent explosion came from deep within the earth.

The ice and fire were fierce, but they were cleaved apart by a single, powerful strike, as forceful as splitting a wave.

Before long, Lu Ming came flying up from the abyss with an easy expression, casually tossing an unconscious, gloomy young man named Flor to the gods who had come to watch.

Although I don't know what this nineteenth seat is, it seems even weaker than the white-haired old man from last time.

What number was that old man again?

Lu Ming considered that these were all Odin's elite subordinates, and it would be best to cut off their wings without leaving a single one alive!

Moreover, since Odin has been able to send out his capable generals, what will happen if they are all killed?

They will definitely send even more auxiliary troops! The real fighting force will not be the impure-blooded dead servants, but their pure-blooded dragon kin from ancient times!

Those dragon servants forged in the flames of war during the mythical age are the truly formidable ones. It's quite possible that quite a few have survived to adulthood.

Thinking of this, the relaxed expression on Lu Ming's face completely disappeared.

His expression transformed into a serious and solemn look, his brows furrowed in worry.

“You guys go interrogate this man, and then send some people to explore the ley lines… And then, Ishtar! Come here, as usual, bring paper and pen, I suddenly have a new idea, I need to update some content of Odin's Abyss.”

It's time to deliver the real deal, to shock the public with an even more powerful truth!

This will likely offend Kassel College's secrecy policy more and more; no, all the families and organizations in the dragon-slaying world will see him as an enemy.