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

"Oh? So that's what it is."

Lu Ming suddenly understood why Ishtar cared so much about the reaction to his speech. A large part of the manuscript had been personally polished by Ishtar.

As the 'second author', it's only natural for her to show some concern.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. "In that case, let her be."

"what?"

"Think about it, 'Odin's Abyss' is an intelligence collection published by our team, and it is also the most crucial propaganda and public opinion position. We cannot afford to lose it, nor can we give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Now that we have access to more people and our staff has grown, our audience has also increased. We must take their feedback into consideration and listen to the valuable opinions of the people at all times."

"Ishtar took the initiative to go to the grassroots level to understand the people's conditions. This awareness and responsible attitude are truly extraordinary."

"In my opinion, this is a good thing!"

Odin and other powerful dragon enemies are not just empty threats; they have been secretly rooted in human history for thousands of years, making countless moves and schemes, and have tried to win over, entice, and corrupt secular forces and even dragon-slaying organizations. Lu Ming is fully aware of this.

Therefore, the front lines against enemies like Odin are not only physical battles, but also battles of public opinion and morale. To truly understand one's people, maintain open communication channels, and win their hearts and minds is crucial to solidifying one's base and preventing the enemy from taking advantage of any weaknesses.

As a great leader once said, if you don't occupy the battleground of public opinion, your enemies will naturally occupy it.

"Is that so?"

Aileen's tone was slightly surprised.

This Ishtar, who spends all day loitering around and doing nothing productive, actually has such a profound understanding hidden within him?

really?

"Ailee, no need for further words. Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust!" Lu Ming waved his hand magnanimously. See, although he had never thought highly of Ishtar, he had never given up on her and always had her try various jobs.

After going through so much, even if you're not very bright, you'd still have some progress, right?

"Alright, you decide. Let's get back to business. Judging from the ley line detection results in this area, the convergence of the outside city and Nibelungen has become the norm."

Ai Lei nodded, as if the matter of Ishtar had been put behind her, and then turned to the situation that Lu Ming was most concerned about.

“Take this central hospital as an example. It should have been outside the world, but for the same reason as the previous outposts, it has been integrated into our world.”

"Furthermore, according to calculations, the original mirrored landscape here—that 'hospital ruins'—has not disappeared, but exists alongside the hospital, and the size of this central block has also increased accordingly..."

"We can initially conclude that the 'fusion of the two worlds' does not mean they converge into one, but rather that they add to each other, and the world is gradually expanding."

"Hmm." Lu Ming pondered for a moment. It wasn't bad news yet; at least he could protect more people while still being unable to escape Nibelungen.

"Then came the overview of the hospital facility. According to statistics from doctors and other staff, excluding patients who were successfully transferred to safe floors, there were over 500 casualties and over 100 missing..."

"Show me the list."

Lu Ming took several missing persons lists from Ai Lei, glanced at them, and a familiar name caught his eye.

"Wait a minute, Miu Qiu Chun..."

......

The western part of Snowfield City is covered by lush, dense forests, and the rich, natural atmosphere seems out of place with the dry climate of this part of Nevada.

Kugaoka Tsubaki couldn't open her eyes, but she seemed to smell the earthy odor and the layered scent of vegetation, as well as the sound of spider-like arthropods crawling.

'Mr. Darkness, why did you leave me...'

A ten-year-old girl weeps silently in the world of consciousness.

After the Holy Grail War began, she summoned Mr. Darkness—the Pale Knight, although she remained asleep in her dreams and did not understand what the Holy Grail War was.

Mr. Darkness gave himself a wonderful, rich, and grand dream.

Chun was filled with gratitude.

But one day, a terrifying one-eyed man riding an eight-legged horse took Mr. Black away.

Thus, Chun's world was lost once again, becoming empty and dark.

This was unbearable for her.

She could have endured the darkness if she had never seen the beautiful light.

The girl's sobs echoed, longing for a response.

'Little one, I heard you! Do you want to see the light again?'

A strangely dressed, blonde woman, resembling a Central American aborigine, leaped in front of them.

Volume 1: Chapter 92 The New Three Goddesses Alliance!?

Ishtar now has a booklet in her hand summarizing public opinion.

He was humming a cheerful tune.

This is the product of her independent thinking, which she created by casually binding together a stack of manuscript paper, demonstrating her spirit of being the only clear-headed person in the team.

Although she hadn't received Lu Ming's permission yet, Ishtar took it upon herself to figure out how she could use this to reasonably gather feedback from various parties regarding the future content of "Odin's Abyss".

—Of course, this was completely unnecessary. Ishtar was unaware that the two had already arranged things for her.

Ishtar thought she was really clever.

This way, they can both expose Lu Ming's weakness and effectively shut up the endless nagging mouth of the gloomy woman, Ereshkigal.

More importantly, Ishtar wanted to use this opportunity to see the true influence of Lu Ming's Odin dragon conspiracy theory among the general public.

Then, through this investigation, she would identify a group of people who were unafraid of Lu Ming's authority, always clear-headed, and remained skeptical, and categorize them into her own camp and the general public.

In this way, by pulling one faction and attacking the other, one day Ishtar will be able to gather a large group of skilled fighters and believers to defeat the group of gods led by Lu Ming, dispel all superstitions about conspiracy theories, and restore a bright and just world!

By the way, isn't electoral politics popular in America?

How about we come up with a cool and catchy slogan? Perhaps we could take inspiration from Mesopotamia's own epic poems?

dong dong dong.

At that moment, a baby-faced young policeman walked down the hospital corridor, supporting a lean, gray-haired old man over fifty. The two turned into a ward.

"Young man, you're carrying such a heavy longsword, yet you walk quite steadily. Is it a prop? It's strangely well-made."

As the old man returned to his hospital bed, he caught sight of the magnificent, meter-long knife on the back of the young policeman, Wen Gaode. Its blade had a wild, Viking-style edge, yet it gleamed with gold, exuding a sense of holiness.

"Haha, old sir, this is not some prop, it is a precious sword that Lord Lu Ming personally bestowed upon me!"

Wen Gaode smiled and pointed to the patrolling policemen coming and going in the corridor outside the door. "See my colleagues? The weapons they are carrying were all given to them by that lord."

"These aren't just pretty decorations; if they're truly unleashed (released), they can easily defeat even the monsters you encountered earlier!"

But as soon as he said this, the old man's expression seemed to darken, because it reminded him of the scene of those around him being brutally slaughtered by vampire monsters.

It can only be said that Wen Gaode people have good intentions, but their emotional intelligence is limited, and they always bring up the most sensitive topics.

"Hmph, young people are so easily influenced and bribed... But remember this: there's no such thing as a free lunch!"

The old man spoke in a low voice, recalling his two energetic nephews, who were in the bright and beautiful adolescence of middle school. However, they listened to the 'killing rules' spread among the monsters in this hospital, and were then drawn into it, which led to them becoming monsters themselves.

Such a world is not to be trusted.

Who knows how much of the truth behind those hidden stories is actually true?

Wen Gaode frowned. "Lord Lu Ming is different! Old sir, you seem to have misunderstood him. He has never asked anything of us, and following in his footsteps is the will of all of us..."

"So that just proves you should be more cautious..."

While the two were arguing, Ishtar, who had been squatting in the corner listening for a while, began to smile.

As expected, Lu Ming's prestige couldn't possibly extend to everyone in the hospital right away. If the two parties had never met, only heard of each other but never seen each other, a strong foundation of trust would never be built.

"Gentlemen, could you spare a moment?"

“I think I have a ‘public opinion survey’ here that I need your opinions on. I will also need to compile it and give it to Lu Ming later.”

Ishtar wasn't doing this for the first time; she was quite familiar with the process. She immediately asked about Lu Ming's broadcast content.

"You mean the part about dragons...?"

Wen Gaode was taken aback, but answered without thinking, "Although I don't understand why, Lord Lu Ming must have his reasons for doing this!"

Ishtar chuckled to himself.

This is a typical example of mindless loyalty.

This is a zero-point rating for flattering Lu Ming, which is tantamount to indirectly admitting that he doesn't believe in the Dragon Clan.

The elderly person's attitude was even more direct:

"I've been through so many terrible things lately, and I'm all dead. I guess I've finally made it to the end. I didn't see any dragons, but I did see a lot of spiders, strange birds, and wild beasts outside the city walls."

“I’ll put my words here—if your lord really isn’t just boasting, then at least slay a dragon for everyone to see. Stop making empty promises like politicians do during election campaigns.”

Plans are in place!

Ishtar listened and took notes with a cheerful expression; yet another clear-headed skeptic had emerged.

These are all like-minded people who reject the theory of God and man, and her potential followers!

Her career is already on the verge of success! Her future is bright!

......

The western forest of Xueyuan City.

Not long ago.

A woman in a gorgeous dress gently placed the Jade Dragon Clam on the altar, while grotesque spider monsters crawled around it.

"Rogeran, are you planning to use this human cub as a medium to perform the 'Principle Blood Ring'? Also, these spiders shouldn't be your followers, right?" A strange bird landed on a branch and spoke in human language.

The woman in the skirt, Luo Jie'an, glanced at the Black Winged Duke's retinue. "Hehe, these are toys sent by my good friend A Liangju. They're easy to take care of, aren't they?"

"However, Blakmoya, it's not a good habit to pry into a lady's thoughts!"

The large bird let out two strange cries, seemingly expressing its disdain on behalf of the Blackwing King, and then flew away in a flash.

"Come on, come on, good boy! Let me see why Jesta was so interested in you in the first place~"

Rosie's eyes shone brightly, radiating a magical light.

The principle of Blood Ring: The Demon Eye of the Rose.

The effect is to establish a telepathic connection between oneself and the target, allowing one to project one's own memories into the target's consciousness, and to see and reproduce the target's past memories.

Or forcibly separate the spirit (soul) of the target from the body, imprison it in one's own eyes, and manipulate it.

Using this tactic, Roggean successfully investigated traces of Jesta's past activities at the Central Hospital.

They quickly identified one of the Masters in this Holy Grail War in the snowy city, Tsubaki Kanaoka.

quack!

A crow landed on a branch at some unknown time, its dark wings seemingly blending completely into the deep night.

Rosie glanced over.

Huh? Why is Blackwing Duke back again?

Never mind him.

Luo Jie focused intently on the ritual altar. The immense magical power flowed along the earth's veins and gathered at the altar at the fulcrum. Then, the spider monsters around her began to hiss uneasily, and blood gushed out, flowing out and forming a blood-red stream that also headed towards Kuangqiu Chun.

"Come on! Come on! You little human, let me imprison you in my eyes and enjoy you to my heart's content! This is love!"

Rosie's face was filled with a terrifying grin. Her Rose Demon Eye tore through Kuangqiu Chun's dream, tracing the little girl's past through her memories.

Just then, the crow let out a strange cry.

Suddenly, the activation of the Blood Ring malfunctioned.

The power fluctuations of the Demon Eye not only struck the girl, but also encompassed the American bacteria proliferating within her body.

Suddenly, the Rose Eye began to trace the past of the 'bacteria'.

Bacteria constantly change their form.

It became complex, grand, unfamiliar, and primitive...

It—no, it should now be called Him—the true form of the gods of Central and South American mythology, an "alien fiber-type information memory"!

"Huh? This...this isn't right, is it? Wait a minute..."

Rosie's expression froze; she wanted to pause the ceremony.