27 Dead Apostle Ancestors の小説・ストーリー

"I have none, Zera. I'm okay. How's Aunt and Uncle? Are they okay too?" "Yes. Many personnel protected them. And besides, it looked like Aíresi isn't the target. Pápa has already ordered someone to investigate that. Though I think the target is Azul, since all those men who got killed are from that sect. " "H-How many died?" "Six persons died. I'm sorry. If I only knew there would be trouble, I wouldn't have forced you to come. Did Uncle scold you?" "He did. He was very mad... but we're okay now, don't worry."

“Start moving them back to the transport vehicles. Keep the ones that got out in a safe place until we can get them home. How many are there?” “We have seven, sir,” Zeke tells me. “Six guys and a fiery young woman who reminds me a lot of your little friend.” I smile for a second thinking about that. I like to think of her as my little friend, too, though I have a feeling that’s about to change. “How many are at the church?” I ask him. “I believe it’s eight, sir. Six in the crypt if I counted heartbeats correctly. One outside in the stone area, and the one under the altar.”

She reached out and covered her face. "Our apologies," a bushy-browed Elder said in a strong Spanish accent. "Thank you, Alejandro," Alexis said. Alejandro's eyes narrowed at me, but his voice remained polite. "We were informed that the entire Barcelona Council had met their final deaths, along with our brother Elder. We also have not been able to account for the whereabouts of their Council Rectors." "Yes," I said. "Alexis told me about that."

Unexpectedly, one of the disciples, an old man in the Fourth-grade ultimate god level, struggled to catch his breath before replying, “No, pavilion master and elders. I have something to report. We noticed something was off, so we ran out!” “And what’s that?” The First Elder frowned, sweeping his gaze across the disciples. Only then did the old man say, “We… We discovered that many of our people died after fighting them. It’s beyond our expectations to see three disciples in the Third-grade ultimate god level dead in one of our battlegrounds. There were also several disciples in the First and Second-grade ultimate god level who died. Several hundreds of our other disciples have also died, bu

Everyone looked at him. Antonio stared at the screen. Horrified. "No." Dante's voice hardened. "Who is Gabriel?" Antonio swallowed. For the first time since arriving— He looked terrified. Not worried. Not nervous. Terrified. And when he finally answered— His voice barely worked. "Gabriel..." A pause. "...was the eighth founder." The world stopped. Seven founders. That was the story. Seven founders. Always seven. But suddenly— There had been eight. An entire founder erased from history.

However, while everyone was deliberating, word came that— The ancestor of the Blood Cult had died. A boss at the level of a sect leader had died. "Who did it?"

she mumbled quietly. “What was it called?” he asked, eager to find out what had led to the showdown in the alley. “Apostle Ridge.” Lorenzo raised his eyebrows at the coincidence. He’d never been to Apostle Ridge, but he was supposed to have dinner there last night, before things took an unexpected turn. “Alpha Anton?” "Yeah. He used to be nice enough, but he changed after Luna Simone died.” “Oh,” replied Lorenzo. “I didn’t hear about that. What happened to her?”

I arched a brow at Elias and watched him stop talking mid sentence. "I forgot you didn't care so much about the syndicate before you took the lead role." I grumbled a couple of curses at him but didn't object and argue because he was right. I didn't give a flying fuck about The Black Rose. I just followed orders and did what I was asked to do, ignoring everything else. "The title of 'apostle' is usually passed down the family. As the apostles are mainly royals. Maybe, the royal before Harris kicked the bucket had him take his place before you became the head of the Black Rose."

"Mister Spears, Yonas is already dead!" The Fourth Apostle tested out Yonas's pulse and was sure that Yonas no longer showed any signs of life. "Very good! Fourth Apostle, you didn't leave any clues, right?" Yonas said carefully. "No! Mister Spears, don't worry. I used a secret method to stop his heart just now! Even if the Thompsons get a doctor to perform an autopsy, they won't notice anything!" The Fourth Apostle said confidently.

"Seven of them died in the explosion. Burned alive in the wreckage. Their bodies so destroyed that they had to bury empty caskets at the funerals because there wasn't enough left to identify, let alone embalm." "And Zane?" "Zane was the eighth man." "What happened to him?" Alonso smiled. "That," he said, "is the question, isn't it?" He stood up. Walked back to the small table. Picked up the folder again and started flipping through it, slowly, deliberately, like he was building suspense, like he was savoring this moment after twelve years of waiting for it.