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

Reines paused abruptly, "Little Mary, will you hate that person because of your father's murder?"

"hatred?"

Olga Marie's mind was suddenly filled with the image of her father's cold and ruthless eyes, which seemed to reveal a terrifying thought of treating his offspring as mere tools.

"How could I hate him? It was all because of my father himself..."

Sigh! My biology dad.

"Yes! One cannot shirk responsibility for their own family's sins, so blaming others is the kind of weak behavior that strong-willed Mary finds most repulsive."

Sigh! My family of origin.

Reines smiled and said, "In that case, I suggest you clarify the direction of your investigation and instead try to find that person directly!"

"I will."

Having lost the heavy burden of her family, Olga Marie was actually quite lost at this moment.

She was homeless and didn't know where to go, but fortunately her friend Reines showed her the way.

His gaze gradually hardened.

As the sun set behind the clouds, the scattered streetlights illuminated her long, silvery-white hair and her solitary yet upright figure.

But just then, heavy footsteps came from the end of the street.

He was a pale, gloomy young man wearing a heavy black fur coat.

"So cold, so cold... The Holy Grail?... Where is the Holy Grail... Can it heal my... curse?"

A hoarse voice, seemingly indicating mental derangement, rang out, and a surging, unrestrained magic swept across the surroundings, bringing a strong sense of unease to the senses.

Olga Marie's expression changed drastically.

Such immense, extraordinary magic...

This guy is a very high-ranking Dead Apostle!

......

In the Nibelungenlied, Ishtar felt as if she hadn't done anything, yet she remained melancholy all day.

Because of that silly girl, Haruli, who was completely stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason, she somehow became convinced that the magician who killed her parents was "Odin's doing".

If that were all, then so be it.

However, to make matters worse, Haruli inquired about the important missions the veterans in the group had accomplished in the "unified front against Odin," as if their small group were all legendary frontline warriors against Odin.

Ishtar originally just wanted to snort and reply that it was all Lu Ming's doing, and the others were just infected for no reason!

As it turned out, the first person Haluri asked was Ishtar herself, which almost made her lose her composure.

Because I never even joined this so-called anti-Odin front!

Ishtar couldn't refuse any longer, so she blurted out:

"Back then, I didn't do anything; I was just busy helping Lu Ming compile his 'Odin's Abyss' all day long!"

Ishtar regretted it as soon as she finished speaking.

"Wow! The Abyss of Odin! I've heard Mr. Jack mention it. A lot of the evidence circulating now comes from this book. I think it's simply a masterpiece!"

Well, now she's found the "bible" of Odin conspiracy theories.

"It turns out that Sister Ishtar also contributed to the writing of this book. It's a pity I haven't seen the contents of the book myself. Since the goddess was involved, she must be very familiar with it. Could you tell me about it?"

Telling unofficial histories?!

At this moment, Ishtar just wanted to shake his head frantically.

Talking about that kind of thing would only remind her of the written torture of Lu Ming's scribbles when she was copying and editing "Odin's Abyss" in the dark room, as well as the mental torture of the nonsensical and illogical content.

What kind of extreme double torture is this?!

Ishtar felt she couldn't take it anymore, so she decided to go back to Lu Ming and get rid of Haruli, that little tail, or she would leave the team!

Otherwise, she had a premonition that she would be buried in the world of conspiracy theories for the rest of her life, with no hope of ever getting out.

"Lu Ming! Don't let that stubborn girl follow me anymore, she's too annoying! If you don't agree, I'm leaving this team, and then no one will help you contact the outside world—"

Ishtar stormed over, just as Jack the Ripper, carrying a basket full of questions, was being brushed off by Lu Ming and muttered to himself, looking distressed, about how he couldn't explain himself to those outside...

Ishtar witnessed this scene.

'Huh? Wait, that guy can also contact the outside world...?'

Lu Ming's gaze swept over them. "So, you're leaving?"

Is there also a trend of people leaving the team?

......

Outside the snowfield city, on the outskirts of a certain suburb.

"Is that Jesta, who dared to provoke our twenty-seven ancestors, hiding in this city?"

Five figures stood silently, gazing at the tiny city in the distance.

Volume 1: Chapter 69 Who told you to practice martial arts like this? (3k5)

There were five "patriarchs" among the visitors, each of whom was a renowned senior figure on the list of the twenty-seven patriarchs.

The 17th Ancestor. The most senior Dead Apostle, "White Wing Lord" Tevum Ottenroseche, has the greatest say in the Dead Apostle circle, but does not have the nominal leadership that "Black Princess" enjoys due to her noble bloodline.

This can be understood as someone who, despite lacking ability and ranking low, has a loud voice.

They are seasoned influencers and opinion leaders who frequently circulate in online communities and command a large following.

The 16th Ancestor. "Blackwing Duke" Granzog Blackmoya, was quite capable, but had a bad reputation.

Just by looking at this setup, you can tell he and the White Winged Duke upstairs don't get along. They only came because they had a common purpose.

A die-hard fan of Zhu Yue.

My hobby is walking my bird.

The 15th Ancestor. Rita Rogéan, an artist with unique interests and hobbies, runs the "Eye-Collecting Train"—many magicians, including Webber and Olga Marie, have boarded the train.

However, her biggest wish was actually to have children.

However, the Dead Apostles are a race that cannot reproduce, no matter how beautiful you are or how much money you spend to have a child.

Alas! Infertility.

Besides them, there was also the 22nd Ancestor, Kromkre Petaschakcher, who remained silent.

The ability is [City, i.e. Kingdom], which simply means that you can carry a city dozens of kilometers away with you intact.

Why is it necessary to specifically mention this ability of his?

Because this is the amazing tool we'll be using later.

And the last one to appear as the grand finale...

"You're too late."

White Wings speaks out.

"Hmph, I already said that this is my normal travel speed."

Nero Chaos said, "I just didn't expect to be chased by someone I knew before on the road."

"The Wandering Sea?"

Both being Dead Apostles transformed through magical research, Blackwing and Nero did share some connection. His gaze shifted, his wings fluttering, as if he had guessed something.

"Of course it's them. There's no way around it, I'm a traitor from that place."

A traitor, of course, will be hunted down and killed.

Furthermore, they're naturally at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, unless they're as thick-skinned as Roja, thinking, "So what if I betrayed them? The church has no choice but to leave me alone!"

"traitor?"

Luo Jie'an was surprised, "That was so long ago? You still remember it?"

It is a well-known and ancient fact that Nero Chaos, the "Chaos Swarm," was once the magician of the Wandering Sea.

“Luo Jie’an, you are the second-generation ancestor of the Blood Ring, which inherited the principle of blood ties,” Bai Yigong sneered, speaking in the manner of an old veteran.

"Powers like the Wandering Sea have existed since the Age of Gods, just like us, and there are many ancient monsters hidden within them. For them, who are so old, Nero's defection is as if it happened yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiean chuckled softly but remained silent.

Our ancestors were truly remarkable.

It's remarkable that it served as the first emergency ration for the True Ancestor.

So you've been around for so long, how come your ranking isn't as high as mine?

Why don't you look for the problem within yourself?

"Cough cough!"

Nero vaguely sensed that something was off about the atmosphere, but he had no interest in the messy conflicts among his own kind. Like Roya, he was the type who was completely absorbed in his research.

"The 'ritual' requires six ancestors, right? Who is the last one?"

After he finished speaking, everyone else fell silent.

Only Bai Yigong frowned and sighed, saying, "We've made a mistake; Feimu didn't come."

Bai Yigong seemed to be speaking from the heart—he was genuinely lamenting that there were times when his words were no longer effective.

Pham refers to the 14th Patriarch, Van Pham.

The most modern-day patriarch of deadbeats. He's mastered all the lucrative activities of the wealthy these days, from finance and cruise ship ownership to casino operation. He's also an environmentalist deeply concerned about the planet's environment.

This version is too advanced, making it stand out from the other versions.

"Oh? Hehehe, that's quite an interesting thing!" Roseanne laughed.

"How come I remember there was a promising junior in the Holy Grail War in this city, but he didn't even show up?"

Bai Yigong, a prominent figure in the online community, racked his brain for a moment, "There is such a thing, it's called 'Jiesta,' does anyone know it?"

After asking around, all the ancestors shook their heads; no one recognized him.

Got it, it turns out the Jesta was too far from the roadside.

Bai Yigong continued, "Well, I don't know much either. I only know that this Jesta contracted with an assassin and was pursuing her passionately. When Fem heard about it, he scolded her and refused to come."

Blackwing Duke keenly understood the meaning: "We Dead Apostles are the 'poison of the world' that rejects human reason, while Heroic Spirits are the shadows of human reason. For Dead Apostles to accompany Servants is the greatest betrayal of factions."

Luo Jie'an chuckled, "Didn't he already openly betray the camp? He even spread rumors to challenge us, but he just waited in the city and even made our ancestor come in person. What a grand display!"

“I’m not here for him,” Blackwing glanced at him, “but for the ritual to ‘create the poison that kills the world’.”

Bai Yigong added, "Furthermore, Fem also advised us to pay more attention to recent online news."

The ancestors were taken aback again.

What is that? The internet?

None of these founders of the Dead Apostles care about modern technology.

Even normal people find it difficult to accept new things when they are 100 years old, let alone these older generations of ancestors, many of whom are even ancient tomb raiders who have lived from before Christ to the present day.

Of the few people present, only Luo Jie'an, the second generation, was operating the train and had an "industrial revolution-level" understanding of human civilization's technology, which was already a tremendous advancement.

To play the financial game and speculate in stocks like Van Fem is simply unimaginable.

"If you don't understand, skip this."

Thus, the ancestors completely missed the opportunity to obtain information such as "a great battle on the level of Odin, the chief god".

So, the ceremony's host, Bai Yigong, looked around and finally announced their goal:

"We have gathered here to recreate the ceremony that we failed to achieve last time in Paris, France."

"With the participation of six ancestors, a poison that kills the world was created, completing the Dead Apostle system tree—that is, the Dark Six!"

"Then, while we're at it, we'll teach that arrogant Jesta a lesson."

“The ritual offerings require the presence of the White Princess (Arquet), don’t they?” Nero said.

Blackwing Duke echoed, "Yes, it's still several years before the Serpent of Akasha (Roya) is reincarnated, which makes things a bit difficult."