Soul Trigger

Chapter 724 Processing
At the center of the encirclement, Bertrand Ludwig's mind raced, his spiritual energy already stretched to its limit.

The spiritual energy fluctuations that the other party displayed when it first appeared were even comparable to the feeling he got from the shattered white ring. Apart from an existence like the Spirit Pivot, it could only be a paradox.

Even though the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body aren't as terrifying now, they have already completely surpassed his level of spiritual energy at the fourth level of extinction.

Is it a Five-Scarred Dead Apostle... or a Six-Scarred?
If we add Veronica and Marin, and the knights of the three major agencies... no, that won't do.

Based on his initial attack that directly annihilated the mud, he was definitely not a match for him.

If the vault hadn't suffered this accident, we might still have had a chance. Damn Stargate... I should never have agreed to their cooperation; instead, the Dead Apostles took advantage of the situation!

And this dead disciple before me...

A glint in his eyes, and the motor whirred:

"Is he drafting his will?"

Bertrand's eyes sparkled:
"The human spirit cannot accept the rule of the dead."

Before Ji Li could speak, Governor Marin behind him suddenly unleashed his spiritual power:
“That’s right, the human spirit cannot accept the rule of the Dead Apostles! Even if I die…”

The two people next to him immediately turned to look at him, especially Veronica, whose eyes were filled with shock and anger.

You stupid paladin, if you don't want to live, don't get in the way of others!
Bertrand hurriedly spoke:
"What I mean is that neither ordinary human spirit groups nor the upper echelons of White Island will turn a blind eye to this invasion. The existence of the Dead Apostles will only attract endless encirclement and suppression!"

But if the Ludwig family could control everything, that would be a different story…

"Ludwig? In control of everything?"

The moment the distinctly electronic voice rang out, Bertrand instantly realized he had said the wrong thing—

Damn it, this guy has a grudge against the Ludwig family! He mentioned the Pioneers to Marin before… Yes, he's connected to the Pioneers. If Marin, that idiot, hadn't been so eager to die that he interrupted my train of thought, how could I have missed this…

He certainly didn't connect Ji Li with the Pioneer himself, nor did he pay attention to the earlier clamor at the tombstone, because that was a bit too shocking for the White Island people.

And if the royal family says you're a thief, would you think they're King Arthur?
Ji Li suddenly took a step forward:
"Even if I need white gloves, I don't need you to make them... Never mind, I'm too lazy to talk about it."

The black hole flickered, and spiritual energy erupted from all three simultaneously—

"Even though the Duke is seriously injured, the Ludwig family still has the souls of its ancestors and several immortals! You cannot take away the divine remains that remain in the family!"

The three men's eyes were already brimming with spiritual energy, ready for a life-or-death struggle at any moment, while the steel claw, carrying triple gravitational fluctuations, suddenly hovered:

“That seems to make sense… I really don’t know much about the situation at Duke Ludwig’s mansion.”

Bertrand breathed heavily, exhaling almost imperceptibly, afraid of disturbing the undead disciple before him. At the same time, he used his spiritual energy to firmly bind Marin, also fearing that this muscle-headed man would lead the others to their deaths.

"So...it's a deal?"

Odin's several-meter-tall body paused for a moment, and the gravitational fluctuations slowly disappeared:

"can."

Bertrand finally breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes calming down.

Just as he clenched his fist at his chest as if preparing to perform a knightly salute, two massive machines came hurtling through the air, instantly enveloping him and Governor Marin.

The latter immediately burst forth with a torrent of golden light:

"Damn Dead Apostle, I knew I didn't need to say anything more to a fiend like you!"

The contracting gravity instantly locked the container shut, piecing it together and completely crushing the golden light. Governor Marin's clamoring voice instantly fell silent:
"The Ludwig Sacred Cage?! How can you control something like that?! Who exactly are you...?"

Holy Cage?

Ji Li glanced at the architectural details of the [Ether Lockdown Pod] on the Ascension Protocol panel. The lockdown pod where Berant was located also closed instantly, completely sealing off the silver light it was emitting.

Only Bertrand managed to maintain his composure, his voice low and trembling amidst the turmoil in his heart:

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Ji Li ignored him and, in a flash, stepped behind Veronica. The collapsing spiritual gravity crushed her, making her unable to move.

Ignoring their wary and confused expressions, he looked at Bertrand's locked compartment:
"Saint Cage, you certainly know how to name things. But why does something from my World Tree have the surname Ludwig?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"Then let's stay inside and think it through before we talk about it."

With a casual wave of his hand, Ji Li activated the engines at the bottom of the two sealed chambers, propelling the two immortals into the sky and heading towards the Hall of Heroes.

Struggling against gravity, Veronica lifted her head and managed a weak smile:

“I didn’t expect Mr. Dead Apostle to be such a gentleman, since he didn’t stuff me into that iron lump…” On the back of his hand beneath his sleeve, a Blood Moon Command Seal was burning.

She is not a manifestation of the underworld, but merely an echo, making her the weakest of the three.

Leaving her alone was definitely not a good thing, and she didn't want to become a slave or food for the Dead Apostles...

Spiritual energy is subtly accumulating:

The Shattered White Ring abandoned this city, but the Blood Moon hasn't abandoned me yet. If you dare touch me...

Beneath the blood-red sleeves, the blood moon burned—

"You seem to have a backup plan."

Veronica's eyes flickered; Odin was right in front of her.

From this angle, she could clearly see the precise expansion and rebound of the other party's faceplate.

Especially deep within that azure blue mechanical single eye, one can see an incredibly fine array of lenses contracting.

For some reason, she felt that the thing in front of her was neither a soul weapon nor a desire body generated by the self-devouring of a Dead Apostle.

These illusory forms, which should have originated from the depths of the other party's perception... actually appear not just to be physical, but to be some kind of technological creation that seems to be truly functional?

The next moment, a cold touch came from her chin; the other person grabbed her chin as if squeezing a bullet.

"What, you've already drunk my blood, can't you still smell my scent?"

……Blood?

Veronica froze for a moment, then terror expanded deep within her bloodshot eyes:
"You're... the newcomer Angelica brought?!"

How is this possible?! A Dead Apostle right in front of her... and she didn't even notice?

Doesn't that mean Angelica already...?

Her soul trembled, and the spiritual energy she had accumulated suddenly dissipated—

No wonder, no wonder the Tower of Babel was able to break into the vault from the inside, causing such a huge chaos...

A mere stargate couldn't possibly achieve this; there must have been a problem inside the vault from the very beginning... That dead apostle...

"It was I... who personally sent you there."

Her bloodshot eyes narrowed, her pupils contracted, and a thunderous roar shook her ears. Veronica's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Yes, I should thank you."

Ji Li let go, stood up, and looked at the densely packed mechanical army before him:
“If it weren’t for you… things definitely wouldn’t have gone so smoothly, and I wouldn’t have been able to find this… World Tree root.”

Veronica looked up in surprise.

The ground began to tremble.

The soil loosened, the cement exploded, and a strange sound came from underground, as if endless metals were colliding and extending without end.

The twisted black shadow suddenly rose up—

It was a mechanical tentacle pointing straight into the sky.

Shaped like a human spine, it is cast entirely from jet-black metal, with a faint blue light extending from its intricate details. Its mechanical units spring and retract, like an alien visitor, a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

What is this? !

Odin turned his head, and the azure light shone on her astonished face, and also on the blood moon commandment that was gradually fading from the back of her hand:
"Young lady... I heard you're planning to restore your clan?"

Veronica turned around abruptly, noticed the other person's gaze, and clenched her hand tightly:

"you……"

"In that case, wouldn't it be better if you became the governor of this place?"

"...?"

Countless mechanical heads turned around in unison, illuminating her face in stark white light.

"How about it? After all, I don't want my troops, which I've worked so hard to build, to fight to the death with your three knightly orders for nothing."

He kept me here... to do this?
(End of this chapter)