Chapter 698 - 407: Cows? Where Are the Cows? (Part 3)
Xue Dili: "..."
How can you boastfully claim a 106 bust size when you’ve slapped your chest like it makes such a loud noise?
Even if you manage to create a body with a 106 bust size, can you handle the tens of pounds on your chest?
Xue Dili didn’t want to mock this person anymore, so he left the Consciousness Space. As the sky darkened and Little Dragon Lady and the others hadn’t returned yet, they must still be playing in the inn.
He thought about sending them a message, but halfway through typing, he felt it would ruin their fun. It’s rare for them to go on a trip.
So finally, he browsed the news one last time and prepared for sleep.
News trending topics:
1. An important Utah official was shot, the previously suspected gunman has been released, and there’s another shooter.
2. Boston University Professor Blington publicly stated that the shooting was a step forward for America, a stairway to freedom.
3. Teacher Wang’s concert concluded successfully.
...
Blington? Is he the Blington Xue Dili knows?
The one who fished the Divine Tree from beneath Boston and nearly destroyed a world?
Xue Dili immediately clicked on the news, and indeed, it’s the Blington he knows, the one who originally should have been the real Thirteenth Apostle.
However, Xue Dili killed him, and even completely took over his identity.
Seeing this man, Xue Dili calculated the time and realized he should be the one who recently found traces of the Divine Tree, meaning that in the near future, he should be engaged in cave diving activities around the Boston Bay Blue Hole to discover the Divine Tree, right?
"I should confirm this at the time, lest this Blington come up with something major again." Xue Dili thought, then put down his phone and gradually drifted into slumber.
In a location unknown to anyone in Subspace lies the Mist Council’s headquarters.
This time, the meeting was even more oppressive, with no one speaking first.
"Number 12 died, we don’t even know when he died, if not for the meeting confirmation, we wouldn’t know why he died, or that he died on his home planet." The leader of the Mist Council said from the main seat.
His pupils swept over everyone below, from the First Apostle to Xue Dili, but ultimately didn’t focus on Xue Dili, rather on the Fourth Apostle.
Because he knew, the Twelfth Apostle was the Fourth Apostle’s underling, and the Fourth Apostle knew the Twelfth Apostle’s home planet coordinates; once the Twelfth Apostle died, she was the biggest beneficiary.
"I just investigated that galaxy, there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that planet has disappeared from its set path, with only a trace of Void’s power left in its original place."
"It’s very possible the Twelfth Apostle was completely devoured by Void along with his entire planet." The Fourth Apostle reported her findings.
For a moment, everyone in the council fell silent, nobody spoke, with two companions dead so far, even if they were the weakest, they couldn’t help but feel the sorrow at their loss.
The main concern was that there were no clues about the Twelfth Apostle’s death, whereas in the Ninth Apostle’s death, at least they knew the Interstellar Corps were responsible.
"Is it possible that those maniacs from the Masked Ball did this?" someone asked.
Xue Dili looked over, and it was a shadow like a ball, the Fifth Apostle, whose powers, race, and even strength were unknown, and he rarely spoke even in meetings.
"If it were true, Number 12 would have had a chance to call for help, right?" The Fourth Apostle directly stated, "Someone must have betrayed his information."
"But among us, only you know the Twelfth Apostle’s coordinates, right?" The Sixth Apostle, the Insect God, sneered.
The scene turned even quieter, with other apostles glaring at the shadow concealed beneath the mist, wary of these "companions" around them, as they vaguely sensed an undercover agent within the council.
Though it’s just a suspicion, they began suspecting anyone, even Xue Dili, who barely attained Apostle Level in their eyes, was also a target of suspicion.
"Enough, let’s stop the divisive talk hereafter." The master of the Mist Council from the main seat directly halted these meaningless arguments.
Everyone immediately ceased their debates, and Xue Dili realized that the Lord of Mist wielded significant authority among apostles, so much so that even the Duke Level apostles stood at attention when he spoke.
This made Xue Dili feel that the Lord of Mist might indeed be on par with Hassan, or even close to a Mimic Venerable King type, and how many fruits he must have consumed to establish such an organization?
Xue Dili wasn’t sure, but for now, this might be his ultimate foe.
"From now on, pay attention, we’re being watched by others recently, possibly the Interstellar Corps or other organizations, but so far no traitors have been found among us, given that we are all fruit consumers, it’s impossible for other organizations to trust us, and I’m confident you won’t act foolishly."
The Lord of Mist stood, coldly scanning everyone present: "What’s vital now is to protect and unite against external threats, not to distrust internally. If you really have undying grudges, you may challenge me to a death duel, otherwise, stop bringing it up."
Everyone fell silent instantly, even the previously vocal Fourth Apostle and Sixth Apostle refrained from speaking further.
"Lastly, if things become unmanageable, prioritize your safety. If the Interstellar Corps dare to strike again, I’ll intervene." The Lord of Mist concluded before returning to his throne, coldly scrutinizing the people below, "For the remainder of the time, engage in customary free communication."
The others bowed, then gathered with their familiar groups, and began exchanging information with each other.