Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Alousseberry, Britain.

Although it is based on the local area, because it is just a small village in a corner of the countryside, it has not shared the country's glory and blessings in the leap of the times.

Like weeds on the roadside, the criss-crossing field paths that are completely unsuitable for vehicles make people wonder if they have returned to the Middle Ages, with row upon row of houses.

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

This kind of construction and business projects that have disappeared in big cities is the reason why Aluzberry can occasionally attract some nostalgic tourists and prevent the village from disappearing completely.

But even so, with the advancement of modernization, this small village, which has no value except feelings, will gradually disappear in reality sooner or later due to the loss of population, and become an inconspicuous corner of the book.

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

Yes, that’s how it should be——

"It has completely changed... It has only been ten years, and it has become an industrial zone with complete sets of equipment. The growth and accumulation of human beings are really enviable."

The middle-aged man, who was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress and behaved with perfect elegance, sighed.

He walked alone in the disharmonious landscape mixed with reinforced concrete factories, his sturdy leather shoes making a clicking sound on the stone-floored square.

Although his demeanor was very elegant, he could not hide the arrogance and coldness on his face. He walked calmly like a noble patrolling the territory.

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

This is not a psychological bias.

In fact, any normal person can't help but have such thoughts when they see the pure white feathers slowly dispersing around a man like a phantom.

But for those who have knowledge, they would rather encounter ghosts.

There is nothing we can do about this.

After all, even the danger of the swarm of ghosts that would devour all the lives of future generations was far less than that of this white shadow.

——Tevam Otenroche.

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

Currently the king of the Dead Apostles with the largest territory and the highest formal say.

The ancestor who is called by the name White Wing Duke by his enemies and dead disciples, and ranks 17th among the twenty-seven ancestors.

The reason why such a high-ranking person walks in the small village of Alousseberry at night is also very simple.

——He is the legitimate owner of this village.

Generally speaking, for the reason of reducing trouble, when Death Apostles choose territories, places such as ancient castles illuminated by the red moon and demonic cities covered by darkness and shadows are the first choices.

A place without the grace of sunshine, the smell of oil smoke, or the smell of human beings.

At the Zu level, you can already be more arrogant and build a towering illusory city covered by several layers of barriers and supported by powerful magic.

This invisible protection that can even deceive the forces of nature is almost close to the alien world where fairies live. It is the immortal proof that they will never be threatened.

But in human territory, writing the names of Dead Apostles is still one of the taboos.

Neither the Church nor the Magic Association is so slow as to sit back and watch the Dead Apostles establish their ranches openly and honestly on human territory.

Although Baiyi Gong's territory is very large, he doesn't necessarily have to be so independent.

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

But the appearance of Alousi Bailey broke Baiyi Gong's inherent concept.

Although it was the Dead Apostles who were behind the scenes and provided funds to build an industrial cluster on land that had no commercial value and was too backward to match the times.

But unfortunately, because this process is completely managed by human hands and managed by kind people, even the magicians cannot interfere despite knowing that this is one of the Dead Apostles' plots.

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

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

"But who came up with this kind of rule? They clearly know that the door to hell is about to be opened, but they can't take action because it hasn't been opened yet."

"As expected, I still can't understand human beings. Logically speaking, this kind of thing is unreasonable."

Bai Yigong murmured to himself and shook his head.

"But it's also one of the interesting things about humans, so interesting that you might even want to give up destroying them."

Suddenly, while Bai Yigong was deep in thought, a voice as frivolous as the uncle next door rang out.

Obviously a moment ago, there was no one around.

But also wearing a white dress, a blue tie, and a flamboyant and retro gentleman's hat on his head, a man in his thirties or forties suddenly inserted himself in front of Bai Yi Gong.

"Am I late?"

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

"If so, please forgive me. I went to enjoy the village for a while, and I got addicted to it unconsciously."

The White Winged Lord ignored the other party's exaggerated behavior and waved his hand in disapproval.

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

When the twenty-seven ancestors were fighting on their own, he called himself the king of the dead apostles, which often gave people the impression that he was stupid and pretentious.

However, because he did have the corresponding power and strength, he would maintain his arrogance even when facing other ancestors.

But at this moment, the White Winged Lord seemed quite calm and peaceful.

If you want to know why, it is naturally because the man who appeared in front of him was called Fan Feim.

The puppet master with the name of the Demon City is also a member of the "Age of Gods Alliance".

It was an organization jointly built by the dead apostles who existed in the distant Age of Gods four thousand years ago and successfully survived to the present.

At that time, most of the true ancestors were still alive, and the so-called dead apostles were just emergency food prepared by them to fight against the impulse of blood sucking.

Who made the human life span too short and the quality not good enough, so the True Ancestors created the Dead Apostles just like the Pillar Man created vampires, so that these living blood bags would not die after waking up from sleep, and thus always act as painkillers at critical moments.

The Dead Apostles who escaped from the True Ancestors with their own abilities were the first 27 Dead Apostles.

Therefore, the White Winged Lord certainly would not put on airs for this old friend who was not inferior to himself in terms of ability and deeds.

"However, I didn't expect that this human village would make you so concerned that you were willing to come here in person. Even if it was the preparation site for the ceremony, it was more than that. When I received your contact, I was quite surprised."

"No way, it's just what should be done. After all, I am also its sponsor."

Van Feim said with a smile.

His style of doing things is law-abiding. He has not caused any disasters in hundreds and thousands of years, but he was rated as the 14th among the 27 ancestors, which is higher than the potential threat of the White Winged Lord.

This is all due to his strange style of doing things among the Dead Apostles.

After the First World War, he began to try not to use the abilities of the Dead Apostles to increase his sphere of influence, but to rely on primitive accumulation, seek status with economy and power in a pragmatic way, and penetrate into all aspects of human society.

Today, he is already 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 at will.

And the current situation of Aluzi Baili is exactly his handiwork.

"What's more... it's about to be destroyed, isn't it? Barthamero has already set his sights on this place. If you don't come here to take a look now, I'm afraid there will be no chance later."

At this point, Van Feim showed a trace of regret on his face.

Unlike the network of relationships he has spent hundreds of years weaving, a test field like Aluzi Baili may be able to live in peace when there is no trouble.

Surveillance is much less costly than interference.

But if he really gets serious, his tricks that take advantage of loopholes in the rules are absolutely no match for Barthamero.

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

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

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

Van Feim said bluntly.

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"Humph... Lita Luojian is fine, but even Smily failed, which is beyond my expectation. In addition, the traces of Fu Hailin have completely disappeared, and it is estimated that it is not good."

"The fall of the three ancestors did not cause any results, and 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 thing that descended from heaven."

Mentioning this, the White Winged Duke snorted coldly and frowned.

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

He just casually showed the tip of the iceberg, which is beyond the reach of others.

"But even so - he is just a saint."

The mood of the White Winged Duke was obviously not very happy, and his tone lost a lot of grace, with a harsh meaning.

There was also a hint of contempt.

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

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

Because his view was similar to that of the White Winged Duke.

The existence of saints is a legend, a miracle, and a myth for humans.

But as the ancestors of the ancient dead apostles who have existed since the era of the Moon People, witnessed the war between the magicians and the red moon, experienced the demise of the Age of Gods, and have been hidden in the history of mankind, they do not have the filter brought by time.

In addition to the height brought by strength, let alone the White Winged Duke, even Van Feim himself has seen more than one saint with his own eyes, and even indirectly had intersections with them.

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

"Even if the 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 can never resist the progress of the times."

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

The White Winged Duke sneered, his words full of sarcasm.

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

Van Feim blinked.

"Several ancestors of the dead apostles joined forces to attack the magic marshal and the saint. Although many people on the human side think that this ceremony is just a joke, the weight of this matter is enough to overwhelm any opposition."

"The alliance between the clock tower and the church is a foregone conclusion. If this continues, we may 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 position with higher purity-becoming a dead apostle never affects their continued study of magic.

The threat to them is those who speak of God's will, and they are the real rivals.

To make up for this gap in affinity, a huge value is necessary.

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

The only difference is losing miserably and losing very miserably.

"Speaking of which, is it okay to lose Rita and Smily? There don't seem to be many people left, right?"

"Don't worry, their positions have been filled."

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

"Oh? Even if this is the ultimate wish of the dead apostles... they actually joined in with their style."

Van Feim was a little surprised, but immediately thought of something and his face changed.

"Wait... you are not really going to revive the Moon King, are you?"

"If it weren't for this, how could they willingly participate."

The White Winged Duke said lightly.

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

Even the three families knew that the Holy Grail War was used to hide the true purpose of the path to the root, so the White Winged Lord would not be so careless.

Although it has not yet reached the point of a three-way 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 more suitable for this position than the white princess, so let's do as they wish."

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

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

The White Winged Lord closed his eyes slightly, with a bit of sharpness on his face.

The Dark Six is ​​not a goal that only he knows.

In fact, for many ancient ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the existence of this ritual is not a secret.

It's just that the image of the original, most perfect, and 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 ancestors of the dead apostles. Everyone thinks that the truth they have learned is the most correct, and there are many different opinions on the ritual.

The middle faction thinks that this is a carrot hanging on the donkey's head, which can be seen but not touched.

The extreme faction thinks that this is a sign and preparation for the return of Zhu Yue, the former king of the dead apostles.

As for the White Winged Lord, he is a staunch conservative - he thinks that the extreme faction is too conservative.

What is the point of resurrecting Zhu Yue? As the will of the moon, she is indeed perfect, but didn't she still fail in the end?

Therefore, instead of studying to resurrect her, it is better to make this image and the goal of this ritual bolder.

For example...

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