Although Lubare has the ambition to become the twenty-seventh ancestor, he is very clear that he is not yet qualified to be a member of the ancestor.
It would take at least another two hundred years for him to call himself the ancestor. To kill time during this period, he constantly plundered magic costumes and conceptual weapons from magicians.
The results are stored in the spire under his feet. There is a secret treasure that even the world's leading collector, the 20th of the 27th Ancestor, Mei Lian Solomon, who has nicknames such as "Crown" and "Demon Envoy", would envy. As long as this secret treasure is used, it will be no problem to kill those ignorant people.
"Oh, I thought you would take it step by step, but you arrogantly went straight to the point? You'll lose your life if you're so arrogant, Barthelmero."
Smiling silently and stroking his beard, Lubare, the "Dead Apostle of the Lake", happily watched the women slaughtering each other in the castle.
Generally speaking, the older the Dead Apostles are, the less human touch they have. The long time has made them indifferent to many things. Dead Apostles like "Jewel Man" and Van Feim who always maintain their enthusiasm are the few outliers.
For the vast majority of ancient Dead Apostles, their descendants and relatives are nothing more than precious resources. It is a pity to lose them, but as long as they can be exchanged for enough results, the slight loss is worth it.
Lubarre is such a typical dead apostle. In order to ensure that these women could step into the trap he prepared, he didn't mind losing most of his subordinates. Anyway, the most important children who inherited his power have already fled separately, and the others can be regarded as Barthelmero's burial companions.
Over the past month, Barthelmero Lorelaya has become a prominent figure in the entire mysterious world. The siege operation against the Dead Apostles she initiated has made the entire Dead Apostle circle remember this young Dead Apostle hunter and keep her information in mind. Therefore, when Barthelmero used the vacuum magic, Lubare recognized Lorelaya's identity at a glance, and was determined to get rid of this dangerous person at all costs.
"Eliminating this woman and her helpers will not only redeem my father's lost reputation, but also remove the obstacles for me to inherit my ancestors' name. Barthelmero, use your blood to forge my path to the top."
Thinking of this, Rubare took out an iron hammer from somewhere and opened the secret things he had hidden in the spire.
Just a few minutes after the activation of the secret treasure was confirmed, the door of the spire was smashed open, and a woman in an orange coat walked into the hall where Lubare was, escorted by the strange puppet that destroyed the army of familiars.
"'Dead Apostle of the Lake'; Lubarre?"
The woman with orange hair and glasses asked, and the coldness in her voice made even the Dead Apostles feel a chill.
"Exactly? You are—?" Lubarre looked at the woman with some curiosity. If he was not mistaken, she should be the commander of the team. Even that Barthelmero obeyed her command. There was no doubt that she was a powerful character.
"—The one who came to kill you." Orange took out a cigarette from her coat pocket. It was her favorite "Dragon Cigarette" from Taiwan, and it was also the gift he gave her when they first met.
"Are you alone? Where are the others?"
Lubare laughed, and the hammer in his hand kept spinning. Suddenly, a dangerous atmosphere filled the spire hall.
"They, they have other things to do, such as hunting down the heirs you hid, or plundering the wealth you accumulated."
Orange lit a cigarette nonchalantly, and wisps of smoke overflowed from her lips painted with orange lipstick and diffused around her.
"I alone am enough to kill you."
"What a big mouth." Lubare felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart.
On the one hand, he didn't think this woman had the ability to kill him.
Although the puppet that combined technology and magic was very powerful, and the woman herself was also a top-notch magician, he discovered the woman's weakness through his observation just now—her physical fitness was very poor and she was not good at close combat at all. Barthelmero and the other two girls had been protecting her from the enemy intentionally or unintentionally.
It's not that Lubare is arrogant. At this distance, it will not take him more than three seconds to kill Orange, even with the protection of the puppet.
On the other hand, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness deep in his heart. This uneasiness had been lingering since he received the prophecy. At first, he thought it was brought to him by Barthelmero, but now that Barthelmero was gone, could it be that the real danger was this woman
Two completely different emotions started a tug-of-war in Rubare's heart. Orange, who caused this disharmony, was not in a hurry. He just smoked silently. The spire hall was shrouded in a strange silence.
After finishing his cigarette, Orange pinched out the cigarette with some regret, and gave a look to the fighter Kirie, signaling the latter to retreat outside the tower, while he walked towards Lubare.
"Have you thought of your last words?"
Orange's strange behavior made Rubare feel even more uncomfortable—he approached her rashly even though he knew he was not good at close combat
"I haven't thought about it yet, and I don't have time to wait any longer, so let's just end it like this."
As he continued to speak confident words in a voice mixed with murderous intent and coldness, the distance between Orange and Lubare grew closer and closer.
Ten meters.
Eight meters.
Five meters.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
At this point, Rubare could pierce the heart of the orange by simply reaching out his hand.
At such a close distance, he didn't think Orange's movements would be faster than his, so Lubare attacked without hesitation.
The Dead Apostles' most commonly used claws pierced through the woman's chest and accurately took out her heart.
With Rubare's many years of experience in extracting human blood, he can be sure that the heart in his hand is real. The beauty of its still pulsating heart and its natural perfection are unmatched by anything created by humans.
"It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that this beauty will eventually be destroyed."
The dead apostle uttered a heartfelt exclamation and crushed the woman's heart, like a plastic bag filled with water falling to the ground.
After hearing this, Orange giggled, her bloodstained lips showing a tragic beauty.
"You have a good eye. I didn't expect there would be someone like you who appreciates others among the Dead Apostles. Suddenly I don't want to kill you anymore."
"You're still saying this now? There's a limit to how much you can bluff."
As Lubare pulled his hand away, blood, without the obstruction of his arm, gushed out, instantly soaking Lubare's body and the carpet under his feet.
"You will soon find out whether it is just a bluff or not. Farewell, 'Dead Man of the Lake';."
After saying this, Orange stopped her vital activities and her body completely lost its functions as a human being.