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

Bloodlust, activate!

Multiple personality disorder and high-speed thinking, activated!

The realm of words, open! Energy release, open!

Let's turn the tide!

An intensely rising aura of terror inevitably emanated from him, making him seem like a war god unleashing tremendous power and possessing an imposing presence that could uproot mountains and conquer the seas!

The assassin's aura was immediately suppressed and began to become disordered.

Isn't this increase in combat power a bit outrageous?

She was fully aware that even if Lu Ming stood still, his overwhelming energy could still extinguish everything and engulf everything around him in an endless storm.

But Lu Ming was moving.

So fast that it became a blur in her eyes.

As he charged forward, he made only one move—

He raised his clenched fist.

The high-speed tearing of air produced a piercing, sharp bang, and the terrifying force pushed aside the air blast, rushing straight towards the face.

call--!

The frenzied, restless force rapidly approached, and the fierce aftershocks traveled through the air, easily tearing away the veil covering the black robe.

A beautiful face and jet-black braids were completely blown apart.

Miss Fanatic's pupils constricted sharply, as if she felt a huge "death" looming over her head, with no way to escape!

In the blink of an eye, in the brief moments of battle, once you are slow, you are slow for everything!

At this moment, it was too late for her to escape!

She subconsciously chanted the release incantation for her Noble Phantasm, "Zabaniya" (Severing Thoughts Body Temperature).

This allows one's skin to achieve a hardness similar to that of crystal in a magical realm, making it more resistant to external impacts.

However, the magical reaction was weak, the opponent's natural barrier covered the surroundings, the Noble Phantasm effect was drastically reduced, and the skin cracked and bled profusely.

The breath of death seemed so close—

The next moment, Lu Ming's fist stopped.

The fist, which seemed about to fall at any moment, suddenly loosened and pointed behind the woman.

The hospital building, reinforced to the level of a temple, had its walls blasted open, creating a wide passageway—all thanks to a deflected punch.

The fanatic looked back, his pupils dilated, and his spirits collapsed.

Her decision was flawed; she should have chosen to avoid direct confrontation from the very beginning.

The fanatics never expected that Lu Ming would actually carry out a direct, head-on assassination, and with terrifying speed.

No one expected that Lu Ming would release such a level of magical power.

Furthermore, the opponent's inherent barrier weakened Duanxiang's body temperature, making him unable to withstand the energy impact.

The moment she froze in surprise, defeat was inevitable.

No, being able to skillfully manipulate an opponent's emotions is also a sophisticated skill.

From this perspective, Lu Ming's infiltration into a temple-level position was virtually flawless, and his offensive was as impenetrable as steel.

The fanatic sighed inwardly.

As for myself, I still lack sufficient practice and my basic skills are not solid... In short, I'm too incompetent.

"Your reaction was acceptable, but your mindset wasn't strong enough and your will wasn't mature enough," Lu Mingrui commented.

Weakness is never a sin. Everyone has moments of weakness. He fought for decades, yet he was still weaker than Odin.

But that doesn't matter!

Volume 1: Chapter 43 Mad Nobunaga: My decision to become your disciple comes from the bottom of my heart!

Even if the enemy is strong and we are weak, we must be ruthless and tenacious enough to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy!

"Even if the enemy is in front of you, you must face them head-on and annihilate them with swift and decisive measures to hone your courage and determination!"

"Even if the enemy outnumbers us, we will wage a protracted guerrilla war with a long-term mindset, fight resolutely, and carry forward the spirit of never giving up!"

"This is the true way of assassination!"

Lu Ming spoke very frankly.

It is this spirit that has enabled him to survive for decades.

He may not be as skilled as a professionally trained assassin in some aspects, but he believes he has grasped the essence of assassination!

As we all know, the "way" is more important than the "technique".

The various dazzling "assassination techniques" are merely footnotes to this craft. Only by understanding the underlying principles can one truly cross the threshold of cultivation.

Lu Ming pondered, which fantasy novel these days doesn't emphasize the importance of enlightenment? It's clear that for cultivation, comprehending the "Dao" is a significant advantage.

'The way of assassination, huh?'

The fanatical young lady was deeply shocked by what she was told.

At this moment, she seemed to recall being criticized by the elders for her lack of mentality and mental defects during her lifetime.

No wonder the elders criticized her for lacking originality when she tried to imitate the skills of the Hassans of the past.

Not daring to create miracles on her own, but only willing to follow in the footsteps of her predecessors, is proof of her lack of courage and confidence!

It's no wonder that the elders refused to let him succeed as leader, citing various reasons such as insufficient spiritual beliefs.

She thought those were vague excuses when she was alive, but they weren't. She was too arrogant and failed to grasp the true meaning of assassination!

"Please teach me, teacher!"

A fanatical female believer, her clothes tattered and hair disheveled, bowed her head, begging for instruction. She was very likely a disciple of the Old Man of the Mountain, so her becoming his disciple wouldn't be considered a disgrace to the order.

If you do the math, the generational gap has increased by more than ten generations. So what are you waiting for?

—My decision to become your disciple comes from the bottom of my heart!

"Lu Ming, what did you do? Even with prior notification, the extent of the damage to the temple is giving me a real headache... Wait, what are you doing?!"

Just then, Eresh walked in.

As soon as she arrived, she saw the fanatic kneeling down (a disciple's initiation ceremony), her clothes disheveled and her mask gone (damaged in battle). Lu Ming was facing away from the door, which conveniently partially obscured the fanatic's figure (subtle perspective).

The goddess of the underworld, her pupils gradually lost their luster.

……

A moment ago.

The endless enemy images resembled waves of black tide, rushing straight towards the medical building above the ley line pivot.

Ereshkigal and Francesca stood on the top floor of the hospital building, looking down at the shadowy warriors rushing towards the defensive barrier, but they were quickly repelled.

Immediately following, intense magical light was released, and the Radiant Magic Cannon and Magic Bullets built into the magic circle sounded the horn of counterattack, pouring forth towards the approaching enemies.

The deafening roar of explosions continued for a time.

"Sigh, if only all enemies, including Odin, could always be as clueless as they are now, just rushing around in waves."

Ai Lei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hehe, that would be too boring! If you're always sitting around doing tedious work like you're in the underworld, your brain will get rusty. I suggest you go out and find some fun! It'll make you feel better!"

Francesca plopped down on the window railing and swung her legs out the window.

"Sigh, do you think everyone is like you?"

Ai Lei pouted.

Previously, she had carefully sorted out and inventoried the treasure trove stored underground in the building, classifying which items were used for blessing and protecting the temple and which were used as "ammunition depots".

Even though I wanted to do the task Lu Ming assigned me seriously, this just felt like... a housekeeper in charge of household chores!

Thinking of this, Ai Lei's face flushed slightly.

If we consider it as a family, the members of this family—

Uh oh, there's a mortal enemy, an abnormal mental patient, and recently it seems a fanatic has been added to the mix. He doesn't seem like an easy person to get along with either.

Ellie's pink and enchanting fantasy vanished without a trace.

His face instantly turned sorrowful.

Oops!

What will become of our little group in the end? (Sad)

"Stop being so sentimental. By the way, have you checked the ley lines? I've recently discovered something interesting."

Francesca opened her palms and rubbed her fingers together excitedly.

The illusion instantly appeared in mid-air.

They resemble a series of 3D animated images from virtual reality.

In the animated image, the earth's energy is depicted as a tangible fluid emitting fluorescence, flowing eternally through the veins that resemble tree roots or river systems.

“Hey, look, this is a map of the ley lines in the ‘outside’ Snowfield City—I think my memory is pretty good, it should be about 80-90% accurate.”

After all, it was a project that took decades to complete, so it's hard to recall any mistakes or omissions when you look back.

"And here, this is the ley line map of the 'Nibelungen' world we live in. Look at the distribution pattern, it's exactly the same as a mirror image, right?"

Francesca pointed to the image on the other side, "But there are still some differences."

The ley lines map of the 'Nibelungen' world appears as a golden color, as if it has been painted with gold paint, coating the surging energy with a brilliant glow.

“That is…” Ai Lei frowned as she recalled, she had a sense of familiarity, as if she had returned to the underworld.

But Lu Ming once said that Nibelungen was the "land of the dead," so she assumed it was a different mythological world of death, and that it was normal for similar laws and auras to exist there. Her sense of familiarity was an illusion.

Could there be another hidden secret?

"The golden color represents the 'divine principles' formed by the intertwining of divine laws and powers!"

Book 1: Chapter 44 When the Gears of Fate Begin to Turn

"There is a theory in the magic world that the principle (Logos) for the prosperity and development of human civilization is the principle of humanity. And the divine age before that was the world of the principle of divinity."

Francesca rested her chin on her hands, tilting her head as she searched her memory.

"However, there aren't many people in the magic world studying this nowadays, and they probably don't have the resources to do so either! The relevant records are probably only in... let me think, a place called the Wandering Sea where divine principles are more commonly used?"

"Power? Wait, could the power we lost be here—"

Aileen was taken aback.

It turns out that Odin didn't seal away their divine cores and authority...

Or were those things taken away by Him?

"Yes! I've considered that possibility, but it's just too unconventional."

Francesca's eyes were full of interest.

Although she was not a god but merely a fragment of Art, she was still targeted by Odin, and the illusions that had previously easily deceived the world itself were weakened to a normal level.

"This is equivalent to taking away a portion of our spiritual foundation out of thin air, without even letting us notice it! Oh my god, this is outrageous! Even the supreme god might not be able to do something like this..."

"It was as if it were fate's arrangement."

……

Reality: Snowfield City.

"Fate cannot be defied... The remnants of the Age of Gods... must not be allowed to live!"

The low, somber words dissipated into the air.

Odin, his sky-blue cloak billowing in the wind, rode his eight-legged steed through the air, accompanied by a large legion of warriors.

They appeared and disappeared in mid-air, their forms hazy and indistinct, making them difficult to see clearly.

It was as if it were speeding through a dense fog and a raging wind that gathered and dispersed at will.