Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Britain, Alzbeth Bailey.

Although it is based in the local area, it is just a small village in a corner of the countryside and has not shared the glory and grace of the country in the leap forward of the times.

The field paths, which are as common as roadside weeds and totally unsuitable for vehicles, make one wonder if they have returned to the Middle Ages, with houses lined up one after another.

The only thing that can be called special is probably the tavern located on the west side of the village - the first floor is as noisy as the gathering place for adventurers in the story, and there is an upper floor where you can go upstairs at any time and many beautiful women gather.

These buildings and business projects, which have disappeared in big cities, are the reason why Aluzberi can occasionally attract some nostalgic tourists and prevent the village from disappearing completely.

But even so, with the progress of modernization, this small village that has no value except for sentiment will sooner or later disappear from reality due to population loss and become an inconspicuous corner of the book.

Ten years ago, both outsiders and local residents understood this.

Yes, that's how it should be -

"It has completely changed... It's only been ten years, and it has become an industrial zone with complete equipment. The growth and accumulation of mankind is really enviable."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a gorgeous aristocratic suit and with perfect elegant manners, sighed.

He walked alone in the discordant scenery mixed with reinforced concrete factories, his sturdy leather shoes making a 'clacking' sound on the flagstone floor of the square.

Although his manners were very elegant, he could not conceal the arrogance and coldness on his face. He walked calmly like a noble inspecting his territory.

The sky was already filled with darkness, and under the dim moonlight, the pure white figure looked like a ghost.

This is not some psychological bias.

In fact, any normal person would involuntarily have such thoughts when seeing the pure white feathers slowly dissipating like a phantom around a man.

But for those who have the ability to discern people, they would probably rather believe that they met a ghost.

There is nothing we can do about this.

After all, even the danger posed by a group of ghosts that could devour the lives of those who come upon them is not even a fraction as great as that of this white shadow.

——Tefan Oteng Luoxie.

The oldest Dead Apostle and Zhu Yue's first follower.

The King of the Dead Apostles who currently has the largest territory and formally the most say.

He is called Lord White Wing by his enemies and dead apostles, and is the 17th ancestor among the ancestors.

The reason why such a powerful person would stroll through the small village of Aluzbeli at night is simple.

——He is the rightful owner of this village.

Generally speaking, in order to reduce trouble, when the Dead Apostles choose a territory, places such as the ancient castle illuminated by the red moon and the magic castle covered by darkness and shadows are given priority.

A place without the grace of sunlight, the smell of cooking fumes, or the scent of human beings.

When one reaches the level of ancestor, one can be a little more ostentatious and build a towering illusory city covered by several layers of barriers and supported by powerful magic.

This invisible protection, which can even deceive the forces of nature, is almost close to the otherworldly world where the fairies live, and is proof of their immortality that they will never be threatened.

However, writing the names of dead apostles in human territory is still a taboo.

Neither the Church nor the Magic Association would be so dull as to sit back and watch the Dead Apostles openly establish ranches on human territory.

Although the White Wing Lord's territory is large, it does not have to be so unique.

It's not that it can't be done, but it's too thankless.

But the appearance of Alzbeli broke the White Wing Prince's inherent concept.

Although it was the Dead Apostles who fanned the flames and provided funds behind the scenes, an industrial cluster was established on land with no commercial value, in a place that was so backward and incompatible with the times.

Unfortunately, this process is entirely managed by humans and kindhearted people, so even the magicians are unable to interfere even though they know this is part of the Dead Apostles' conspiracy.

For something like this that was built through legitimate human management without the use of any strange or mysterious means, if the existence of the mysterious side wants to take action anyway, they can only wait until its legitimate collapse.

From this point of view, the research of that guy who is immersed in ecology all day is not without merit...

"But who came up with this kind of rule? We know the gates of hell are about to be opened, but we can't do anything because it hasn't been opened yet."

"I really still can't understand humans. Logically speaking, this doesn't make sense."

The White Winged Prince muttered to himself and shook his head.

"But that's one of the interesting things about humans, so interesting that it makes you want to stop destroying them."

Suddenly, when Bai Yigong was in deep thought, a frivolous voice like that of an uncle next door sounded.

Clearly, there was no one around just a moment ago.

But a man who was also wearing a white suit, a blue tie, and a flamboyant and retro gentleman's hat on his head, and was about thirty or forty years old, suddenly inserted himself in front of the White-Winged Prince.

"Am I late?"

He took off his hat and placed it on his chest as a gesture.

"If so, please forgive me, I went to admire this village for a while and I was fascinated by it unconsciously."

Lord Bai Yi ignored the other party's exaggerated behavior and waved his hand disapprovingly.

"It's okay, Fan. We have been friends for a thousand years after all. I have long given up on your vulgar personality that would divert attention when seeing new things."

When the twenty-seven ancestors were fighting each other, he called himself the King of the Dead Apostles, which made Bai Yigong give people the impression that he was either stupid or pretentious.

But because he does possess the corresponding power and strength, he will naturally maintain his arrogance even when facing other ancestors.

But at this moment, Prince Bai Yi seemed quite calm and peaceful.

If there was any reason, it was because the man in front of him was called Van Feim.

A puppet master with the name of Demon Castle, and also a member of the 'Age of Gods Alliance'.

It was an organization that existed only in the distant Age of Gods four thousand years ago and was jointly built by the Dead Apostles who had managed to survive to the present day.

At that time, most of the True Ancestors were still alive, and the so-called Dead Apostles were just emergency food they prepared to fight the urge to suck blood.

Human lifespan is too short and its quality is not good enough, so the True Ancestors created Dead Apostles just like the Pillar People created vampires, so that these living blood bags would not die after waking up from a sleep, and thus act as painkillers at critical moments.

The Dead Apostles who escaped from the control of the True Ancestor using their own abilities were the original Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles.

Therefore, Duke Bai Yi would certainly not put on airs in front of this old friend who was no less capable or accomplished than himself.

"But I didn't expect that you would be so concerned about this human village that you would come here in person. Even if it is the preparation site for the ceremony, it must be more than just here. When I received your contact, I was quite surprised."

"I can't help it. It's just what should happen. After all, I am also its sponsor."

Van Phimm said with a smile.

His style of doing things is law-abiding, and he has not caused any disasters in hundreds and thousands of years, but among the twenty-seven ancestors, he was ranked fourteenth, higher than the potential threat of Lord Bai Yi.

This is all due to his style of behavior, which is considered strange even among the Dead Apostles.

After the First World War, he began to try to increase his sphere of influence without using the abilities of the Dead Apostles. Instead, he relied on primitive accumulation, pragmatically seeking status through economy and power, and penetrating into all aspects of human society.

Today, he is the head of one of the world's largest chaebols. Because of this, even though his base and whereabouts are not very secret, even the church can only be hindered by the network he has built and dare not attack him at will. And the current situation of Aluzi Bailey is exactly his handiwork.

"Besides... it's going to be destroyed soon, isn't it? Barthelmero has set his sights on this place. If we don't rush over to take a look now, I'm afraid we won't have this opportunity later."

At this point, a trace of regret appeared on Van Phim's face.

Unlike the network of relationships he had spent hundreds of years building, a testing ground like Aluzbeli might be able to remain peaceful when no trouble broke out.

Surveillance is much less costly than interference.

But if he really gets serious, his tricks that exploit loopholes in the rules will definitely not be able to resist that Bartomero.

Even without any mysterious means, her identity and status in reality are enough to force the government to forcibly expropriate the village.

He couldn't help feeling a little sentimental when he found out that his work was destroyed, but this emotion quickly turned into gloating when he saw the White-Winged Man in front of him.

"What are you going to do next? I heard that your ambush on Loreleija failed, right? And it also involved the new saint of the Holy Church."

Van Phimm said bluntly.

"Hmph...Rita Rojian is fine, but even Smily's failure was beyond my expectation. Plus, Fu Hailin's traces have completely disappeared. I think he's in big trouble."

"The fall of the three ancestors did not result in any results. Even the passengers on the train were intact. Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that the saint is not a weapon made by the church, but a real one who came from heaven."

Speaking of this matter, Bai Yigong snorted coldly and frowned.

So far, this saint has not provided any concrete information, nor has he shown any serious attitude.

Just casually showing the tip of the iceberg is enough to make people feel far behind.

"But even so—he is just a saint."

Prince Bai Yi was obviously not in a very happy mood, and his tone had lost a lot of his grace and became sarcastic.

There was also a hint of contempt.

As the mastermind whose conspiracy was just thwarted by the saint, such remarks were full of flag flavor.

But Van Phim, who noticed this, did not refute it.

Because his views are similar to those of Bai Yigong.

The existence of saints is a legend, a miracle, and a myth to human beings.

But as people who have existed since the age of the Moon People, witnessed the great war between the Magicians and the Vermillion Moon, experienced the demise of the Age of Gods, and have always been hidden in human history, the ancestors of the ancient Dead Apostles, people like them do not have the filters brought by time.

In addition to the height brought by strength, not to mention Prince White Wing, even Van Feim himself had seen more than one saint with his own eyes, and even had indirect interactions with them.

So he understood very well the power and limitations of a saint.

"Even if this saint's mission is to target the ancestors of the Dead Apostles, so what? He may be able to turn the tide from an unreasonable crisis, but he will never be able to fight against the progress of the times."

"The Dark Six will only be the latter. To stop it, only the Son of God who can save the world can come in person."

Lord Bai Yi sneered, his words full of sarcasm.

"But even so, we must come up with a countermeasure."

Van Phimm blinked.

"Several ancestors of the Dead Apostles joined forces to attack the Demon Marshal and the Saint. Although many humans thought that this ceremony was just a joke, the weight of this matter was enough to overwhelm any objections."

"The alliance between the Clock Tower and the Church is inevitable. If we continue like this, we might lose everything."

If it was just the Magic Association, it would be fine. Although their core combat power is higher than that of the Church in some aspects, it is at most 60-40 with them.

After all, magicians and Dead Apostles pursue the same mystery, so naturally they cannot shake their higher position in purity - becoming a Dead Apostle will never affect their continued study of magic.

The ones who pose a threat to them are those who speak of God's will; they are the real enemies.

To make up for this difference in affinity, a huge value is required.

Therefore, once the church forces and magicians stop killing each other, the outcome of failure is foreseeable.

The only difference is between losing badly and losing extremely badly.

"Come to think of it, is it okay to lose Rita and Smeeley? It seems that there are not many people left?"

"Don't worry, their places have already been filled."

The White Winged Man narrowed his eyes and said, "Before you came, Mei Lian and the guy from Black Wing had already come to see me."

"Oh? Even if this is the ultimate wish of the Dead Apostles...it's surprising that they would add it in given their style."

Van Phim was a little surprised, but he immediately thought of something and his expression changed.

"Wait...you're not really planning on reviving the Moon King?"

"If it weren't for this, how could we get them to participate willingly?"

Bai Yigong said lightly.

"However, this was originally part of the plan. When I deliberately promoted the ceremony to humans, I was already prepared to proceed on two fronts."

Even the three great families knew to use the Holy Grail War to hide the true purpose of leading to the Root, so Lord White Wing would certainly not be so careless.

Although it has not yet reached a three-party stalemate, it has fallen into a stalemate of maintaining a delicate balance - at the center of this vortex, there must be an existence that is an enemy to all forces.

"There is no one better suited for this position than the white princess, so let them have their way."

"Anyway, haven't Mei Lian and the others always felt that I misinterpreted the true meaning of The Dark Six?"

"In this case, let's really stand at the same starting line and see who will succeed."

Prince Bai Yi closed his eyes slightly, with a fierce look on his face.

The Dark Six was not a target he was the only one aware of.

In fact, for many ancient ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the existence of this ritual is no secret.

It's just that the image of the original, most perfect, ultimate King of the Dead Apostles can explain too many things.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, not to mention the ancestor of the dead apostles. Everyone believes that the truth he has learned is the most correct, and there are many different opinions on the rituals.

The centrists think this is a carrot hanging on the donkey's head, which is visible but untouchable.

The extremists felt that this was a sign and preparation for the return of Zhu Yue, the former King of the Dead Apostles.

As for Lord Bai Yi, he is a staunch conservative - he thinks the extremists are too conservative.

What's the point of resurrecting Zhu Yue? As the will of the moon, she was indeed perfect, but didn't she still fail in the end?
So, instead of delving into trying to resurrect her, it would be better to make the image, the goal of the ritual, a little bolder.

such as……

"——New Primate!" (End of this chapter)