Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

"The little holy grail that can contain the souls of followers, here, here you are."

Mikael, who was in the Tower of Babel building, withdrew his consciousness. He looked at the golden little holy grail in his hand, and then threw it to Paracelsus who was standing beside him.

"Master Mikael, I have a question I want to ask you."

Paracelsus took the Lesser Holy Grail, and he also saw everything that happened under the Fuyuki Church through magic. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked.

"Well, let's talk."

Mikael nodded, and then looked at the scabbard [Avalon] that was conveniently taken away from Irisviel's body.

"That artificial human woman, was she really resurrected by you, my lord? I'm sorry, I don't doubt your mighty power, my lord, it's just the so-called resurrection, which I don't quite understand."

"She is the Irisviel of the past, but not the current Irisviel. The time you can observe is one-dimensional flow, but it is also moving and static at the same time. Whether she is Irisviel depends on how you go. Understood."

"Mikael-kun~~you are the only one missing."

Suddenly there was the voice of Shatiao's love song outside the door. Mikael put Avalon away, then stood up and walked towards the door, and patted Paracelsus on the shoulder.

"The so-called [resurrection] is fundamentally just a false concept. In the records of the root, life and death are just two stages of life. Well, Paracelsus, you should go and perfect it first. [Unnamed Spirit Base], through this experiment, you must have an optimized and perfect idea."

Pushing open the door, I saw a set of mahjong machines in the center of the living room, and everyone else was already seated, except for Mikael.

Mikael glanced at his Ma friends, except for Mei Lian, Ai Ge and Qing Zi were all his own.They quickly exchanged glances, this was an event that had been discussed long ago, especially when Qing Zi heard that Mei Lian was a big dog, he even sharpened his sword and swore to Mei Lian that he would kill him.

Mei Lian couldn't help shivering, feeling the deep malice towards him from the world. Although he hadn't been in contact with it for long, this oriental chess game still left a deep impression on him. In the long life of the Dead Apostle, entertainment is also an essential behavior.

He was naturally aware of Mikael's plan, but he didn't back down. He might not be as good as Mikael in terms of combat power alone, but if it was a board game, Mei Lian was confident to compete with him. He is also a world-renowned gambling saint.

【Hmph, just Mikael, he must come and go! 】

Mei Lian confidently drew a card, and was ready to show Mikael the necessary cultivation of the ancestor of the ancient Dead Apostles.

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In the stronghold of the Demon Ghost Group, Granose Eryue just sharpened his knife silently, the sun fell on his face, making that solemn face look like it was made of pig iron.

It has been confirmed that the old man and the fat fox have been killed, and the murderer is someone from the Babel Tower. The two largest gangs in the new district almost fell apart overnight. This is the thunderous method of the Babel Tower Group.

What is certain is that the Tower of Babel Group will never let it go, and with their usual domineering style, they will definitely drive them to death.

And the ghost group without Dad is like without brain and spine. Although everyone is optimistic about letting him be the heir, but Sasuke Eryue knows that he is not the material to be a leader. If the group is handed over to him I'm afraid it won't be long before it will be disbanded.

dong dong dong-

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his complicated thoughts.

"Please come in."

With the sound of the door opening, the tall and thin man in plain feathers walked in. He looked at the sugar Eryue who was sharpening the knife, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"You are……?"

Granu Eryue frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, the man in front of him should be the reinforcements that the Fire Crow Group invited from Tokyo. Why did he appear in the Ghost Group's stronghold.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liangyi Shou."

[Liangyi... What a weird surname. 】

Granose Eryue murmured in his heart, but he still nodded. Although he didn't know what he was looking for when he came here, he could roughly guess one or two.

"Welcome to the ghost group, Mr. Liangyi, my name is Satang Eryue."

So he stretched out his hand, releasing his kindness.

Liang Yishou held the hand that Granose Eryue extended, and also smiled, and then the two of them sat on the floor.

"This time, I was invited by an old friend to come to Fuyuki City to help him deal with some problems. I didn't expect such an accident to happen."

He sighed slightly, looked at the scenery outside the window, his eyes were full of disappointment, and then continued.

"Although my old friend can't be called a good person, he is definitely not a bad person. Although he will not end well in the underworld, I still hope that he will have a good ending. Talking about drinking and talking, today is a yin and yang separation, which is really lamentable."

"Mr. Liangyi's old friend is..."

"It's the guy you call [Fat Fox]. I've tried to persuade him to lose weight many times, but that guy is always laughing and perfunctory."

Liang Yishou's eyes fell on the Dao in front of Sa Tang Eryue. As a famous swordsman, he was as familiar with the sword as his own limbs.

"Then Mr. Liangyi, you..."

Granose Eryue frowned slightly, the man in front of him gave him a different feeling, as if he was going to die calmly.

"That's right, that's what Mr. Sugar thinks. Do you have the courage to join us and raise the sword of rebellion against the Tower of Babel Group? Even if we die here, the Tower of Babel Group will have to pay the price!"

Liang Yishou's words were resounding, he stared firmly at the eyes of Nantang Eryue, his sharp gaze was like a sharp sword, making it almost impossible for Nanxun Eryue to look directly at him.

"Feel sorry……"

Sasuke Eryue subconsciously looked away. It's not that he didn't think about revenge, but he had to think about the Ghost Group. Confronting the Tower of Babel group was hitting a stone with a pebble. Everyone in the Ghost Group couldn't waste their lives in vain.

"Brother Er Yue—!"

Suddenly the door was violently pushed open again, only to see Koizumi barging in, and behind him were other brothers from the Ghost Squad, who must have been listening outside the door for a long time.

"We are not afraid of death. This bad life is nothing. They killed Dad, and we will retaliate with an eye for an eye, blood for blood, tenfold! Killing one Babel dog is not a loss, killing two is blood earn!!"

Koizumi shouted excitedly, his body was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked like a ferocious ghost.

"That's right, brother Eryue, we've long been displeased with those dogs in Tower of Babel."

"They killed Dad, so we will kill them. Underworld men don't have to die, but they must be bloody!"

.........

"You did this?"

Granose Eryue looked at Liangyi Shou, his eyes suddenly became dangerous, like a dormant lion opened its eyes.

"No, this has nothing to do with me, but their own ideas."

Liang Yishou stood up, shook his head, and put his hand on the hilt of his waist.

"It's only natural to pay for debts and pay for murder."