27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

The East Wing protective array had been breached by the Evil God followers—a squad of elite warriors known as the Evil God Apostles, just like those who had ambushed me in the woods. Without allowing the sight before me or my emotions to slow me down, I dashed inside. My destination was the Eastern Wing Protective Array’s main defense room, where the central talisman connected to the core control of the formation was stationed. In my past life, Andrew’s parents had been afflicted by a dark curse cast by the Evil God Apostles. They died protecting the defense room and the array talisman. I reached the entrance of the narrow passage leading to the defense room and saw even more bodies litterin

There, all the faces and postures of the deceased ancestors were there, and one of them was the figure of the woman who was now facing Long Chen. "Uhuk... I don't know either! I only know that the second ancestor is dead, and I'm also really surprised by what's happening here. The ancestors should know about this matter, what's really going on, ancestors?" The ancestors stared at by the flower sect master couldn't answer the confusion of the sect members. He was also confused and didn't understand why the second ancestor was now in front of their eyes.

All powerhouses present at the Ancestral Holy Site were terrified. Without any hesitation, the Omnipotent Lord waved his hand and forcefully dragged Yermolai, who was meditating in seclusion, over to where they were at. Then, Thoth, who was not at the Ancestral Holy Site, was also forcefully dragged to the place. “Among the nine living beings who killed James that day, seven of them have been killed by another friend of James. Presently, only two of them are left. They’re all yours,” spoke the Omnipotent Lord.

He had let down his ancestors. In that instant, Bourne stopped breathing and dropped dead. The life of a supreme powerhouse at partial Super-God rank ended here, accompanied by the countless people from the Chris family.

The priest in white counted the number of guards and said with a big smile, “Why, Tenzel, you originally had 12 guards. Why are there three missing?” Angeline suddenly remembered the three children who died in the military intelligence division—Sis Daisy, Sis Five, and Sis Nine. They were all buried on the top of Yorks Stronghold, and with three guards missing, the guards’ soul formation could not exert its greatest power. Soon, the machetes flew toward the other sisters. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground. They were immediately restored t their modern appearance, Angeline was extremely anxious. “Tenzel’s souls aren’t complete, so the guards aren’t fully ready. What should we do?”

"Zora Vane." I spun around. Standing on the catwalk behind me were the twelve Apostles. They hadn't followed me into the water; they had simply materialized through the "Void-Rift" I had left in my wake. Their white-gold gowns were glowing with that same, parasitic blue. And in the center of them stood Dante. He didn't look like my husband anymore. He looked like the King of the Hive. "You cannot hide in the mud, First-Born," the Apostles said in unison. "The world is becoming the Spire. The mud is being deleted."

If we were both drawn to the rogue woman… then something was seriously wrong. “Get to the damn point, Athena, or fuck off.” She went quiet for a beat, and then her voice returned with a force that settled over my spine like frost. “Your brother killed Apostle Alphonso.” I stiffened. “Yeah, so?” Athena chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. “You do realize this is the sixth apostle he’s killed, don’t you?” I stayed silent. “That number isn’t just a tally, Alex. It’s a classification. Remember, six killings qualifies as ‘psychopath level.’ The council of the Twelve Apostles from the Desori Blood and Claw factions has already ruled. This wasn’t even debated, it was unanimous.”

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"Nate, I'm so tired. Tired of war. Tired of attacks. Tired of watching people die because we love each other. I just—I just want peace. Want normal. Want to be mates without constant violence." "I know. Me too." I held her. "Rose, I know. And we'll—we'll get there. Eventually. After the casualties are counted. After security is restored. After—after we process that Grandfather's final act was massacre. We'll get to normal. Somehow." "The casualty count is seventy-three confirmed dead," Uncle Cas said quietly. "Dozens more injured. Madeline Corso is in critical condition—they're not sure she'll survive. Christopher Dane dead. Three other Council members dead. The rest—the rest are integration

said the man in the suit. The old woman rasped, "That's alright." "Eileen, I think I should help you out. The apostle won't be an easy foe to take down," the young man in the trendy clothes smiled. Eileen barked out a laugh. "No thank you. I'm fine." "Alright, then. I respect your decision, Elder Fall," the young man shrugged. The scholar said, "Alright, we'll go with that, then." Eileen said, "Elders, there's just something I'd like to be sure of. Did our founders go missing, or did they die? Also, do they have any children?"