Ludwig did not stay in the room that had been arranged.
He was still in fear.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he would recall what he had seen in the car.
In the light and shadow, the woman with wings on her back was holding a long halberd, psionic power erupting.
The huge horn broke through the world.
The fear of death was like a flood, rushing over.
He could still hear the angry voice of the King of Angels.
"Uncle Ghost!"
Ludwig took out a tissue and wiped his forehead.
Then, he took out his phone.
After hesitating for a moment, he swiped open his phone and entered the browser. Then, he chose to enter the Federal Empire\'s server. Finally, he searched for Uncle Ghost in the browser.
In an instant, countless web pages were searched.
He looked at the introductions on the web pages.
His expression gradually became serious.
"Uncle Ghost..." he took a deep breath. "The ancient Nether God of the East?"
The God of Death was the most terrifying existence.
It was not just because it was powerful!
It was also because it was mysterious and strange!
Since the recovery of the spirit aura, all the people or things related to the God of Death were the embodiment of terror and disaster.
A naive child took a tattered piece of yellow paper from an abandoned temple.
He casually wrote down the names on the paper.
Within seven days, all the people he wrote on the paper died mysteriously!
An ignorant merchant found a stone sculpture of a jackal\'s head in the desert.
He casually put it in the container.
In the next three days, people died suddenly every day in the entire caravan.
After the autopsy, the forensic doctor found that the hearts in all the victims\ 'chests had disappeared!
Only then did the merchant remember what he had picked up.
In a panic, the merchant took the initiative to ask for his body to be examined.
The doctor found that all the organs in his chest and abdomen had disappeared!
The moment he discovered this result, the merchant immediately fell to the ground and turned into a dry corpse.
..
All kinds of stories and legends flashed through Ludwig\'s mind.
He could not help but unbutton a button.
"So..." he thought, "This place is closely related to that Uncle Ghost, the ancient Eastern Death God?"
"Even...
"This is his dojo?!"
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed impossible.
The dojo of the Eastern Immortal God was fixed.
From the search results, the dojo of that Uncle Ghost should be on Mount Tai!
Putting down his phone, Ludwig took off his coat.
He lowered his head and looked at his crotch.
The place that was once warm had long since dried up.
For Extraordinaires, even if they jumped into the sea, they could still keep their clothes dry.
But the crotch can be dry, fear can not.
He recalled his state of mind at that time.
Fear came from all directions like the tide, almost drowning him.
But in the end, the other party was merciful and did not kill him.
Ludovic could guess why.
This was related to the culture of the East.
Punishing without teaching is torture.
Therefore, those who did not know were innocent.
So, on account of your first offense, I'll spare your life.
If he did it again …
The evils we bring upon ourselves are the hardest to bear!
Thinking of this, Ludwig slowly lowered his body and gasped for breath.
It was because of fear.
It was also because of the humiliation.
So much so that his eyes slowly turned red.
His resolute face became even more twisted and sinister.
But …
Soon, there was only the sound of soft panting.
The expression on his face became incomparably pale.
Because …
Ludwig thought of a possibility.
"Could I be a rock …"
"A rock to test the way …"
Because he knew that if that was the case, then he had no choice but to retreat.
In the words of the Easterners, a pawn crossing the river could only advance and not retreat!
If he retreated, he would die!
Whether it was the Church of Bone or the Devil King of Hell.
There was no room for him to cower at all.
Because, if the truth was as he expected.
He was the stone that heaven and hell had thrown out to test the way.
In that case, it was likely that they had already made countless plans for him.
Among them, there must be a plan for him, the stone, to have his own thoughts and even want to escape.
Ludwig had done this kind of thing countless times.
Using others as chips and cannon fodder.
Setting up the gambling table and offering the altar.
Once the chips and cannon fodder were placed on the gambling table and placed on the altar, they no longer had any freedom.
All kinds of restrictions, restrictions, and methods followed like shadows.
The top think tank, the best psychologists, and the best project management.
Threats and temptations were used to the extreme.
In the end, the chips and cannon fodder would understand that only by obeying would there be a way out, and resistance would lead to death!
Thinking of this, the pendant on Ludwig's body suddenly became hot.
He grabbed the pendant.
The Son of God on the cross seemed to have come to life.
Vaguely, he heard a holy chant.
"God will prepare his own lamb for the burnt offering!"
Ludwig's body trembled.
"God will prepare his own lamb for the burnt offering!" He chanted softly.
He knew that this was a threat!
An extremely obscure threat from the Land of Qin.
The Church of Bone was telling him that he had to follow the steps that had been agreed upon previously.
Otherwise …
He would no longer be a believer of the Lord, the Lamb of God.
He would be exterminated!
All honors, titles, and even the legitimacy of his bloodline, and even his strength would be taken away and taken back.
The Church of Bone could also take away what came from the Church of Bone.
Of course, he still had another way.
That was to fall. Before the extermination, he would fall into hell, desecrate the blood of God, and turn into a devil.
But …
Would hell want him?
On the back of his hand, the pentagram was shining.
There was no doubt about hell's attitude.
He was indeed a stone that had been thrown out.
It was a sacrifice on the altar of the burnt offering.
But …
Did he have a choice?
No!
The Church of Bone, hell... perhaps the entire Kingdom of Poland, and even the countries of the Land of Qin.
They were all looking at him.
He could only move forward, like a pawn crossing the river, until death or liberation!
After thinking this through, Ludwig was no longer afraid.
He leaned out and leaned against the back of the chair.
As a chess piece, as a stone, as a sacrifice for the burnt offering.
Ludwig understood that he could only move forward bravely.
He had to move forward bravely.
He had already proven his value and fought for his own opportunity.
Otherwise …
He would definitely die!
Knock, knock, knock..
Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Ludwig tidied up his expression and attire and asked.
"Your Highness!!" His attendant's voice came, "The embassy of the Fusang Kingdom just sent an invitation..."
"You are invited to the embassy tonight to participate in the ball..."
Ludwig wanted to refuse.
Because he knew that the people of Fusang did not have good intentions when they sent the invitation!
The reason was very simple.
Fusang and Xinluo were the most ferocious hounds in the eastern world!
During the hundred-year war, the auxiliary troops sent by Fusang and Xinluo were incomparably ferocious and tyrannical.
So much so that on the battlefield, almost no soldiers of the Land of Qin dared to surrender to the people of Fusang and Xinluo.
In the years after the war, Fusang and Xinluo were the fighters at the front of the Eastern world.
They were even more determined to protect the Eastern civilization than the people of Xia.
So …
The people of Fusang invited him to a diplomatic ball?
They probably had the mentality of mocking, ridiculing, and attacking him.
It was like watching a monkey show or a sideshow.
They would say many things that the people of Xia would not say. They would do many things that the people of Xia would not do out of decency and etiquette.
Just like today, he was interviewed at the airport.
Even if the reporters of Xia were unhappy, they would still be polite. At most, they would be sarcastic.
However, the reporters from Fusang, Xinluo, Jiaozhi, and Ceylon directly started cursing.
"Whimsical red-haired ghost..."
"Where did this barbarian come from!"
But …
The pentagram on the back of Ludwig's hand continued to heat up.
He knew that he had to go.
Moreover, he had to follow the plan and be as high-profile as possible.
He had to be high-profile to the point of courting death!
Because he was a stone, a stone that was thrown out to scout the way.
If he couldn't jump a few more times, if he couldn't muddy the water.
Then he would be unhappy if he threw his heaven and hell into it.
Therefore, he had to be high-profile!
He had to court death!
He could only do this!
Because this was the only way to survive!
"Then come!" Ludwig thought and said, "I understand. Reply to the Fusang Embassy for me. Tell them that I am indebted to them and am honored... I will definitely be punctual!"
… …
"Your Excellency Ambassador..."
"This is the preparation for tonight's ball..."
The secretary handed a stack of documents to Takeda Neizhi.
The Ambassador of Fusang gently opened them and looked through them one by one.
As he looked at him, he asked, "Has there been any reply from the Prince of Poland?"
When he asked this, Takeda Neizhi couldn't help but laugh.
The Fusang Kingdom was the 'Country of the Gentlemen of the East Sea'.
It didn't matter if this title was boastful or not.
But in the world, other than Xinluo, no one questioned it.
Therefore, Fusang's ball could be said to be perfect in terms of etiquette and regulations.
In any case, Takeda Neizhi felt that the Prince of Poland probably wouldn't dare to attend the appointment.
If he came...
Then there would be a monkey show to watch.
What etiquette could the Land of Qin know?
They probably didn't even know how to write the word Hui!
At that time, under the eyes of the people of the world, the foreigners and barbarians would make a fool of themselves.
Thus, it could reflect the etiquette and civilization of Fusang.
Perhaps it could be on the front page of the news media for a long time.
That was a great political achievement!
What a pity...
Takeda Neizhi knew that countries outside the world would usually decline a ball like this.
He shook his head.
However, he heard the secretary say, "Your Excellency, the Polish side replied that they are indebted to you and are honored..."
"I will definitely attend the meeting on time!"
Takeda Neizhi raised his head. There were only two thoughts in his mind.
First: He actually dared to come?!
Second: How dare he come?!
"This Land of Qin's red-haired ghost is quite bold!" Takeda Neizhi couldn't help but sneer.
He heard the secretary say, "Your Excellency, we have received a notification from the Federal Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."
"This Prince of Poland is a transcendent being lieutenant general, a demigod with divine blood!"
Takeda Neizhi's smile froze on his face.
Transcendent being lieutenant general?!
Demigod!
So...
He wasn't here to play a monkey show?
He was here to cause trouble!?
"Immediately inform His Royal Highness the Prince of Reigong!" Takeda Neizhi took a deep breath and began to make arrangements. "Also, immediately send someone to invite His Excellency Yanagawa Shinfu to the embassy!"
After the chaos of the feathered fox, the Fusang Kingdom signed the Transcendent being Security Treaty with the Federal Empire in order to seek further security, especially the security of transcendent being affairs.
According to the treaty, the Fusang Kingdom fully accepted the guidance and training of the Federal Empire in transcendent being affairs.
From then on, the experts of the Fusang transcendent being would regularly come to the imperial capital to receive relevant training and spar with the experts of the Blackguard.
Yanagawa Shinfu was the expert of Fusang who came to the imperial capital for three years of training and sparring according to the treaty.
Although he was only a brigadier general, after the chaos of the feathered fox, the transcendent being strength controlled by the country was almost completely lost. Other than the few great yin-yang masters who were in seclusion in the capital, Yanagawa Shinfu was almost one of the strongest transcendent being in the Fusang official.
There was news that he might even be the next commander of the Fusang transcendent being Garrison Hall.
Although a brigadier general was unable to fight against a lieutenant general.
However, this was the imperial capital!
The heart of the world!
The place where the commander-in-chief was in charge.
So...
In Takeda Neizhi's opinion, with Yanagawa Shinfu in charge, even if that Polish red-haired ghost wanted to cause trouble, he would not dare to.
Who would dare to play tricks under the commander-in-chief's nose?
Was he tired of living?
Even an incomparably terrifying demon like the feathered fox was sealed again by the commander-in-chief.
The head of the Nanyang evil god was still blowing the cold wind on the Himalayas.
Thinking of this, Takeda Neizhi finally regained his confidence!
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