A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1013 Priest and Vampire

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Police station parking lot.

Several police cars were flying in the air, and Jesta kicked one of them hard.

Hansa cut the police car that Jesta kicked into two pieces, and took the opportunity to throw a few black keys from the broken part of the car body.

Jesta caught the blade with his bare hands, ignoring the blood and smoke flowing out of his hands, and laughed arrogantly: "There are spectators watching the fun, don't you care about the confidentiality of the Holy Grail War?"

Facing the question raised by the Dead Apostle in front of him, Hansa smiled, and while jumping to a high place on the police car, he replied: "This 'job' has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, so there is no problem."

In fact, it was very problematic from a church perspective, but Hansa may have already thought of a countermeasure, so even after feeling the attention of the onlookers, he still looked calm and calm.

"In order to get rid of me, are you willing to give up the mission of the supervisor? I repeat, I am the master, and I am the one you should protect." Jesta reminded again, with the same faint smile on his face.

However, Hansa didn't care about this and shrugged slightly: "...The reason why the church wants to interfere in the Holy Grail War is to hide the miracle and protect the peace of mankind. Is it a derelict church supervisor to agree that vampires are qualified to obtain this miracle?"

"You actually want to kill me so much. Could it be that the Dead Apostles have killed your relatives or lovers before?" Jesta was speechless at this. He did not want to conflict with the priest in front of him if it was not necessary.

But his words sounded more like a provocation to Hansa.

So, Hansa mercilessly threw out a few black keys, and after they landed on the ground, he replied: "Although my people were indeed killed by the Death Apostles, to be honest, I don't hate you for this."

While Hansa turned the new black key into a physical blade, he calmly told the reason for his fight: "I don't hate all vampires. In fact, I don't do this job because I hate vampires or worship the Lord. This is also the reason why others say I am not qualified to be a substitute."

"Then why do you want to kill me so much? What's the point of our fight?"

The gasoline leaking from the police car ignited, and the two men were instantly involved in the flames.

It was now before dawn, and the number of onlookers was growing, but the eye-catching fire made it easier to hide their presence.

"Your words and deeds are too much like a bad person. Is this reason enough?" Hansa smiled and came up with such a reason.

"Really? Then you are really a good person. However, your words and deeds make me very irritated. I don't feel the slightest belief from you. You are just chasing the assassin aimlessly. You are so His ugly appearance is completely different from that of the beautiful assassin." Although Jesta raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes when she looked at Hansa were full of disgust, and her words were full of sarcasm.

Hansa turned a blind eye to the hostility of the Death Apostle, and retorted: "If you are the kind of Death Apostle who is willing to suppress his impulses and live a quiet and reserved life, I wouldn't mind letting you go. Speaking of which, I said before I heard that some Death Apostles will rebel against their instincts and stubbornly make human food. Is this true?"

"how could I know!"

The smile disappeared from Jesta's face. He opened his arms and quickly crossed them in front of him.

The blood flowing from his hands bloomed in the air. At the same time, a strong wind swirled into a small tornado.

Then, I don't know if it was some kind of magic or some kind of ability - the surrounding flames "merged" with the wind.

Unlike fire that burns stronger and stronger with the help of wind, the flowing air directly turns into flames, and the red tornado sweeps towards Hansa.

"snort……"

Hansa's face lost the smile for the first time, and he avoided the tornado by a hair's breadth. In the steaming air, Hansa looked for Jesta's figure, but the dead apostle was no longer where he was just now.

Where did you go?

Hansa was confused and looked around.

Jesta did not let go of this momentary flaw. He reached out from the fire tornado and grabbed Hansa's arm.

"caught you!"

Jesta used arm strength that was unmatched by ordinary people to pull Hansa towards him, and tried to pierce his neck with his other hand.

Before Hansa can wave the Black Key with his free hand, Jesta will send him on his way with his sword.

Jesta was confident that his attack would definitely succeed, but the next moment, he gave up the attack.

Because Hansa made a counterattack that was beyond Jesta's expectations.

"Click" - mechanical sound vibrating Jesta's eardrum.

After a moment, Jesta was shocked to realize that the hand he had just held on to Hansa had loosened his grip.

No, to be precise, it was forcibly stripped away. Because all five of his fingers were cut off by a sharp blade that slipped out of nowhere.

"Tsk!"

Jesta took a big step back and stared at Hansa who slowly picked up the black key.

Only then did he see a hole in the priest's sleeve, and a blade with the same properties as the black key protruded from his arm.

Can blades grow out of normal people's arms?

Of course not.

This is not a human arm at all, but a robotic arm!

"Bastard...is this a prosthetic hand?"

"Didn't I say that? I usually have to deal with monsters like you, so 70% of my body is a consecrated mechanism." Hansa replied matter-of-factly.

"It's really surprising. I didn't expect the church to have such technology." Jesta frowned slightly.

"The church is a compass that guides people forward. Isn't it natural to collect all kinds of the most advanced technologies and secrets? But I don't know whether this is the case." Hansa replied nonchalantly, while guarding against what happened just now. .

It was indeed thrilling just now. If his body hadn't been different from ordinary people, he might have been succeeded by the Dead Apostle in front of him.

At the same time, Hansa discovered that Jesta's finger, which he had just cut off, had been reattached to Jesta's hand at some point.

Hansa thought that this was the Death Apostles' unique physical recovery ability, but Jesta's treatment method seemed to be different from the Death Apostles he had dealt with before.

"The wind just now and the power to restore your hand...are these your abilities?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a coward and don't dare to brag about my abilities." Jesta stared at Hansa with disgust for a moment, then thrust his hand into the burning police car next to him and grabbed the car shell directly.

He easily lifted the car and hit Hansa hard like he was throwing a baseball.

Hansa raised one leg to block it, and then kicked the body back hard with the power of the magic mechanical spring installed on his lower body.

The Dead Apostle jumped over the car and ran upwards along the police station building.

The priest followed without hesitation and started running vertically on the police station building. Judging from the deep marks left on the wall he ran through, I'm afraid he must have used some kind of mechanism - but even so, it was a feat that ordinary people could not accomplish in their lifetime.

As soon as he reached the roof of the building, Hansa was baptized with a submachine gun.

I don’t know when Jesta got it from the equipment of the police special forces. In short, he is now holding a submachine gun and shooting at Hansa with great vigor.

And in his other hand, he was holding a shotgun that was also obtained from the police. The two guns together released a hail of bullets that could turn ordinary people into pulp.

However, faced with such fierce barrage fire, Hansa didn't even use the black key. He only saw his body twisting like hot air, and knocked down some of the bullets with his bare hands. At the same time, his body flashed and he dodged. Another part of the attack.

Seeing the priest walking in the hail of bullets but not injured at all, Jesta felt like he had seen a scene like an action movie. He expressed his appreciation frankly: "I see, that's it, you have fought me so far." He is considered to be the best among all the agents in the field of communication!”

"Even if you flatter me, I will not show mercy." Hansa smiled and approached again.

"I'm just telling the truth. Looking at your skills... are you the legendary person who 'buries the mechanism'?" Jesta asked.

The Burial Agency is an organization composed of elites among agents. Members who can enter this organization have the strength to fight against the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors", known as the strongest vampire species, and some can even destroy them single-handedly. In the eyes of the Dead Apostles, they are like a legend, a very scary group of people who need to be vigilant.

Jesta had no idea how many agents he had defeated before, but compared with this man named Hansa, they were like babies.

In order to show respect to the other party, Jesta mentioned the burial mechanism.

But Hansa suppressed his calm smile, frowned slightly and said, "Burial mechanism? Are you talking about me?"

He looked at Jesta in front of him and shook his head helplessly, as if to say, "You don't understand anything."

"You are really a corpse who knows how to joke. My little skills can't even match the hair of 'those big shots'. No, I'm not even qualified to stand on the same ground as them."

"What?" Jesta frowned upon hearing this.

If you are being modest, there is no need to belittle yourself like this, right?

Or is the priest in front of me serious?

Seeing Jesta's brows furrowed, Hansa continued calmly: "I do have the ability to cause you as much damage as a nuclear bomb or a chemical weapon, but the weapons created by humans are far inferior to those who walk in the Lord's footsteps. The masters behind you! Each of them performs miracles that can make the heaven and earth collapse. Using the power of the Lord to defeat the evil that invades the Lord's domain is the scope of 'their' responsibilities as agents. Take me and Comparing them is simply insulting."

"Really? That's really scary." Jesta smiled in complete disbelief.

He had never met someone who had buried an institution, so he naturally didn't know whether the priest in front of him was serious or was exaggerating, but it didn't matter.

He tensed his body again, preparing to meet the attack of the priest in front of him.

Yes, Hansa is preparing to attack.

And unlike before, it seemed that he was a little angry because the Dead Apostle in front of him actually questioned his faith.

This time, he adjusted his breathing, put on a very serious posture, and said: "What you are infringing on is just the domain of 'humanity', so - I will use human power to attack you!"

The Hansa pose looks like some kind of martial art.

Seeing this, Jesta suddenly felt like all the cells in his body were trembling.

"That's it, let's get serious about it from now on."

Jesta thinks that he may not lose, but if he doesn't use all his strength, he may not be able to defeat this man.

But... it would not be good to reveal your trump card to other magicians and heroic spirits at the beginning of the Holy Grail War.

Who knows if the enemy has sent a familiar to keep an eye on him.

If it's just like the group of policemen who only rely on Noble Phantasms to fight, I'm afraid that the other party is a truly powerful magician. Exposing all your abilities in front of them is tantamount to telling others that you have Where is the weakness.

In addition, the view that Jesta saw from the rooftop also became one of the reasons for his hesitation.

The night sky in the east has begun to recede and gradually turn white. In other words, this space will usher in "morning" soon.

After much deliberation, Jesta decided to retreat temporarily.

"I'm sorry, the time is almost up. I'll just treat it like I'm here to say hello today."

After saying that, Jesta gave up the attack, turned around and jumped to the hotel next to her.

However, Hansa, who had adjusted his breath and prepared to fight seriously, would not let him leave so easily.

"Don't try to escape."

Along with the harsh mechanical sound, Hansa's right arm suddenly reached out to Jesta.

In his hand was the black key that reappeared, thrusting out like a sharp fork. His arms were like the tongue of a frog, and he was about to catch the man jumping towards the hotel.

But the robotic arm stopped when it almost touched the man.

The distance seems to have reached its limit.

Jesta subconsciously twisted her body in the air to assume a defensive posture, but after seeing that the other party could not reach her, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

However, this smile only lasted a moment.

With a "click" sound, Hansa's outstretched arm broke at the wrist - something shot out from the hole in the section at lightning speed.

"What……"

By the time Jesta realized it was a grenade-like bomb, it was too late.

The priest had a successful smile on his face, as if he was saying to him sarcastically, 'Times have changed'.

Before he had time to complain about the priest's lack of martial ethics, the warhead filled with holy water had already pierced his abdomen and exploded with a loud bang.

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Parking lot at the back of the police station.

"……what is that?"

Ayaka and the swordsman escaped from the back door of the police station to the parking lot. Following the sound of gunshots, they saw a scene like this: a man jumped from the roof to the next building, followed closely by a priest, who neatly extended his hand to the man. Arms that are several times longer than those of ordinary people. The front end of the mechanical arm also shot a grenade, which caused a small explosion after hitting the man, blasting the man directly into the hotel next door.

Soon, the priest's arms returned to normal length, holding several swords in both hands, and he also jumped towards the hotel.

It is said to be next door, but in fact there is a distance of more than ten meters between the police station and the hotel. If ordinary people can jump over it, it won't be a problem to win the world championship.

The man in priest's attire jumped easily and successfully jumped into the hotel.

"Am I dreaming, or is that also a heroic spirit?"

Hearing what Ayaka said, the swordsman seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Don't you feel anything when you look at me?"

"You come to strike up a conversation at this time? Please"

"No, you are indeed a very attractive lady, but that's not what I just said. I mean, when you look at me, can you intuitively grasp my strength and magic power? For example, can you see clearly? text description and the like.”

"I don't understand what you are talking about at all..." Ayaka was confused.

Seeing Ayakashi's surprised reaction, the swordsman groaned: "Is that so... Could it be because he is not the official Master..."

"What's the meaning?"

"I'll explain it to you slowly when I have time. Since you can't see it anyway, it means nothing. The important thing now is that you can't distinguish between heroic spirits and ordinary people. There are many types of heroic spirits, and some of them are very exaggeratedly dressed. It might be easier to recognize him, but once he puts on his casual clothes, he looks like an ordinary person."

Having said this, the swordsman looked at his own attire, then looked at the fish-white sky and murmured——

"I also want to get a set of casual clothes. Well, it happens to be dawn, so I will fulfill my promise and leave here."

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Hotel interior.

This hotel, located next to the police station, has always been the best place to stay in the city due to its unique location. However, this evaluation no longer exists as of today.

Guests in the hotel first heard gunshots and explosions suddenly coming from nearby, and then some rooms were hit by the aftermath of the explosion.

Although it was fortunate that the unoccupied guest rooms were damaged, bad reviews are inevitable.

While the hotel staff did not even know these objective conditions and were just running around, the priest who invaded the hotel from the "damaged guest room" did not see Jesta.

Not only did the other party's breath disappear completely, but even the flow of magic power could not be felt.

Hansa's only gain was to find several injured people lying on the ground moaning in the corridor.

I'm afraid they came to the corridor after hearing the gunfire from the police station. There were women and children among them, and some had their arms cut and bleeding.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Well...what happened..."

The victims did not understand what was happening to them.

"Put a cloth on the wound first, and I'll call an ambulance right away."

That being said, if they were tampered with by the Death Apostles, they couldn't just be sent to the city's hospital casually. If an incident inadvertently causes a large number of zombies to appear, there will really be no time to worry about the Holy Grail War.

But these people don't look like they've been sucked in blood or cursed, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?

Just when he was thinking about this, Hansa found a child hiding behind the stairs and watching them shivering.

"Hey, kid, do you see anything?" he stepped forward and asked.

The boy seemed to be less than ten years old. He nodded palely when he heard this: "A terrible uncle said...'getting in the way'...and then he sent everyone..."

"Do you know where that terrible uncle is?"

"He disappeared..."

"...That's it, you're fine, you don't have to be afraid now." So that's it, the reason why I didn't kill these people was to hold me back. Hansa thought this while comforting the frightened little boy.

He gently touched the boy's head, then took out his cell phone and said, "It's me. One of you goes to give a 'hint' to the people watching the excitement, and the other three people surround the building. Be careful that he gets mixed up with those who are escaping outside. No suspicious person can be left alone in the crowd."

After giving the order, Hansa sighed softly and murmured as if he was worried about the world: "Alas... the Dead Apostles actually want to get the Holy Grail. The end of the world is coming."

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Main road near the police station.

"Please stop."

Just as Ayaka and the two were about to leave the police station, a woman blocked their way.

It was a young dark-haired woman, but her face could not be seen clearly.

Because her eyes were covered with a strange eyepatch, I don't know if it was made of leather or cloth, and there was a cross in the center of the eyepatch.

She was wearing a black suit that resembled a diving suit, and there were many strange decorations on the clothes that hugged her body.

The white cloth wrapped around her arms fluttered in the wind, making Ayaka wonder, "Is this person from the circus?"

"I'm very sorry. I was asked to investigate the suspicious people around me." The woman apologized for stopping them.

"But I think you are more suspicious than us..." Ayaka frowned and suddenly noticed something.

There were many people watching the excitement coming and going at the back door, but no one focused on this strangely dressed woman.

Huh? Is it possible that only I can see her?

A chill ran down Ayaka's back.

The image of Little Red Riding Hood flashed through her mind.

Seeing the panic on Ayaka's face, the swordsman seemed to comfort her and said: "This is a barrier to avoid sight. It should be the ability of the cloth on her arm, so she made her figure only visible." It's exposed in front of us. Ayaka, don't think too much. Instead, I'm more concerned about the smell that I've been smelling around the police station since just now. It's probably the incense that makes it easier for people to exert collective suggestion."

"Group suggestion?"

"It's most likely to hide the battle between the monster and the priest just now. Even after eight hundred years, the hunters of the Holy Church are still the same. However, you should at least be able to tell whether I am a monster or something else, right? "The swordsman explained to Ayaka while looking at the strangely dressed woman in front of him.

Hearing the swordsman's words, the strangely dressed woman bowed respectfully and apologized: "You two are a servant and a master, please forgive me for being rude."

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. It's a good thing to do your duty faithfully." The swordsman forgave her without any hesitation.

While the three of them were talking, Ayaka and the swordsman saw many people running out of the hotel to seek refuge.

"Is the vampire still in that hotel?" Ayaka asked in horror. From this strangely dressed woman, she learned that the thing the priest was chasing just now turned out to be the legendary vampire.

"Yes, I have blocked the entrance and exit with a barrier. As long as the Dead Apostles pass by, there will be a reaction." The woman replied.

"In other words, a vampire might come out from there?" Ayaka felt even more scared.

"Yes." The mysterious woman nodded calmly.

Ayaka glanced at the swordsman and said, "I don't want to get involved in trouble... I'm leaving first."

"Yes, I'll go with you too." The swordsman smiled and nodded.

"You don't have to follow me..." Ayaka sighed helplessly and left quickly. Although she heard a voice coming from behind her, "Please come to the Central Church when you are free. The supervisor should have something to say to the Master," but she thought that this kind of thing had nothing to do with her.

"Sorry, I'm not the Master. I'm sorry." After leaving these words, Ayaka left in a hurry.

The swordsman also followed her footsteps and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

"Huh?" The strangely dressed woman didn't seem to understand why Ayaka would say such a thing, but she didn't have time to think for herself. While she was tilting her head in confusion, more and more tourists escaped from the hotel. .

One of the children glanced in the direction of Ayaka and the others, especially at this strangely dressed woman related to the church who had set up a barrier to avoid sight.

He is the boy whose head was touched by Hansa just now.

Seeing the woman who was the representative, the boy showed a smile that was far from innocent.

Then, while using his body to feel the command spell moving to his back, he thought to himself: Ah, I'm really exhausted. Let's take a rest first.

After the boy stayed in the crowd of refugees for a while, he quietly left the crowd and disappeared into the street where dawn visited.

Whether it is passing through the barrier of the agent or bathing in the rising sun, it is not a problem for him now.

Because Jesta Caltore's current body does not belong to the Dead Apostle - but an ordinary human boy.

Yes, this boy escaped from Jesta from the priest. It may not be accurate to use escape, but he walked out openly and openly under the eyes of the other party.

The boy put an innocent smile on his face that was consistent with his age and whispered something, but no one could see the twisted desire hidden behind his smile.

"Sister Stalker, can you come back quickly?"

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police station.

"Are you okay?"

Not long ago, the police station was a battlefield.

With the smooth hint given by the representative of the Holy Church, the incident was finally resolved on the grounds that "the captured armed robber accomplices attacked the police station in order to rescue people."

There are still fresh scars in the lobby and parking lot, and the policemen are also in a state of bruises. In the medical room of the department, the policeman whose right hand was taken away by the Dead Apostle is receiving treatment.

A policewoman holding a giant scythe cast healing magic on him and barely managed to stop the bleeding from the wound.

However, regenerating a lost hand requires quite advanced healing magic, which cannot be performed by ordinary humans. Although a prosthetic hand can be installed, it will not allow immediate return to the front line.

"You don't have to force it, we will find a way to deal with the rest."

"...No, I want to fight, please let me fight."

"With such an injury? The target of the next battle may be the King of Heroes, the swordsman, or the cavalry who haven't even grasped the information yet. In a battle that is more severe than that of a stalker, Can you guarantee that you won’t be held back?”

"this……"

Looking at the policeman who clenched his teeth unwillingly, Orlando thought to himself: He is the most active in this battle plan.

This young policeman is one of the "policemen with magic circuits" that Orlando has summoned from all over the place to inherit the lineage of lone magicians.

At first Orlando only regarded them as his pawns, but after knowing that there were passionate people like him, Orlando changed his mind somewhat: because of this, he could not let his death be in vain.

After he lost this war and died, he still needed someone to carry on his legacy and look for another chance.

"You still have a future, don't ruin your future so easily."

"But... I want to protect the future of this city."

"The future of cities?"

"If I were just fighting the heroic spirits, I might quit. But if we leave that kind of ruthless guy alone, this city will... I'm not standing as a magician, but as a policeman. , I will never let him get away with it.”

Hearing what the thirty-year-old policeman said, Orlando sighed and said: "Your courage is commendable, but I can't use spiritualism to put everyone in danger. If you still insist If you want to fight, prove it to me by using a weapon with one hand or a prosthetic arm."

"……I will."

Hearing the young police officer's enthusiastic reply, Orlando hesitated, not knowing whether to continue the topic. Just then, the cell phone on his chest rang, forcibly interrupting the conversation.

"……What's wrong?"

"Hey, brother! You are so unlucky! I didn't expect to meet a vampire! If I had known this, you might as well not have summoned me, but instead summoned people like Dr. Frankenstein, or those who can create monsters in large numbers. Isn’t it more convenient?”

The warlock's usual tone came through the phone. Orlando sighed and replied calmly: "This joke is not funny. Although no one of us died, there are still people who were seriously injured."

"You can't say that. Isn't it normal for someone to be injured in a battle? If no one dies in a battle with that kind of monster, it's a fluke. I will use this experience to improve the power of the equipment." The warlock smiled. said.

Orlando thanked him sincerely after hearing this: "Really, thank you very much. I'm looking forward to your new work."

While accumulating their own experience, they also need to continue to increase the limits of their Noble Phantasms.

Although the power of the Noble Phantasm has not been fully released yet, gradually some people will release the true name of the Noble Phantasm and give full play to its abilities. Most Noble Phantasms can maximize their power by chanting their "true names" such as Excalibur and Gáe Bolg. If all of them can achieve this goal, then there will be hope for victory when facing off against high-level heroic spirits.

"The closest thing to the liberation of the true name now is... let me see, brother, it is your Japanese sword." The warlock judged.

"Really? I will let others catch up as soon as possible." Although he said this, Orlando also reminded himself in his heart that he should not act too hastily.

The warlock didn't pay attention to Orlando's words and continued: "By the way, brother, a guy named Lion Jie sent something."

"...Well, his efficiency in doing things is indeed as high as rumored, which makes me want to recruit him."

Lionjet is a freelance magician widely known for his extraordinary abilities.

Orlando paid a lot of money to ask Lion Jie to help him get "something", but he had previously guessed that the probability of the item being delivered during the Holy Grail War was only 50%.

Now that the things have been delivered so early, Orlando, who had a bad start, saw a glimmer of hope.

As if to prove Orlando's sentiments, the warlock on the other end of the phone shared his opinion: "With this thing, whether it is an ordinary heroic spirit or a vampire, as long as I handle it, I should be able to penetrate their hearts." .”

But just after the warlock finished speaking, he said something that was beyond Orlando's expectation: "I will make one for the injured young man next to my brother, just as a replacement for his eaten arm and the short knife." .”

"...Wait until he proves that he can fight."

"Well, I'll wait. In the meantime, I'll put the Godly stuff back into the water and make the most powerful weapon out there."

After saying this, as if he believed that the policeman would definitely return to the team, the warlock spoke the name of "something" into the microphone.

"Use this Hydra's poisonous dagger (the thing that kills heroes) as a template. Hahaha!"

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Snowfield West Forest.

In a dense forest dozens of kilometers away from the city, Stalker squatted under a tree, regretting his immaturity: How could this be... What a stupid thing I did!

Stalkers almost never question why their magic is endless. She only looked forward, seeing nothing but what she was supposed to do.

But what’s the result?

As a result, the leaders have been using the magic power obtained from the monsters to perform their divine deeds.

"I have tarnished the great cause of the leaders. I am no longer qualified to say that I am a believer..."

The reason why she was not chosen as the "Old Man of the Mountain", the leader of the assassins, was that there were many reasons besides her being a fanatical believer who frightened the people around her - one of which was that as an assassin, she was too Too naive.

The same is true in the battle with the police station. If it were an ordinary assassin, he would never choose the option of facing the enemy head-on. Although they will deliberately kill people where they can be seen in order to show the people the "power of assassins", most of the leaders known as the "Old Man of the Mountain" are truly worthy of the title of "assassins" person of this title.

And she seems to be more suitable to be a "soldier" than an "assassin", so the cadres at the time were afraid that she would become the "old man of the mountain."

Because they had a hunch that if she became the leader, the organization would deteriorate and there would be a danger of exposing her internal organs to the broad daylight.

The stalker who didn't realize this was still blaming himself for his immaturity.

"What on earth do I want to do? Do a young guy like me have the qualifications to eradicate this heretical ritual that has bewitched the leaders? Wasn't even myself seduced by the Holy Grail?"

"Yes, I have responded to the call of the Holy Grail from the beginning. Those who want to get the Holy Grail will hear the call of the Holy Grail. If the knowledge I was instilled is not false, it means that I also want to get the Holy Grail."

"Yes, in fact, I have always wanted to get the Holy Grail. I wanted to get the Holy Grail and then destroy it to show my faith. I did this to show myself, but in the end I was seen through by the chaos of the Holy Grail War. In fact, I longed for the Holy Grail. "

She fell to her knees, ashamed of her weakness.

"Even this heretical ritual can penetrate my humble heart."

The stalker's biological clock reminded her that it was time for worship and she had to fulfill her obligations.

But she thought that she was not qualified to go to worship now that she was so dirty.

So she indulged in meditation and faced her own weakness.

After an unknown amount of time, the stalker slowly stood up. At this time, her eyes were filled with a dark and sharp light.

"it's not finished yet."

An ordinary person would probably give up fighting due to mental frustration. Or maybe he compromised with himself and comforted himself by saying, "So what if it's the magic power of the Dead Apostle."

The stalker did not choose any side, nor did he escape. Instead, he reexamined his position.

"The reason why I exist here is God's will. If this period of time is also part of the "life span" given to me by God, then I must complete what I should do and will never allow escape."

"What I should do... remains the same. I want to destroy this heretical ritual. And then... kill that monster."

"My immaturity... does not constitute a reason for me to stop moving forward. I cannot use it as an excuse."

No one knows whether the stalker's actions are to sort out his feelings or for other purposes. She just felt ashamed that she wasted a few minutes sitting here because of her own weakness.

"Ah, I'm so immature."

When the morning sun shot into the forest, her eyes were no longer confused.

On the premise of admitting her weakness, she chose the path of fighting again.

"What kind of methods are needed to defeat that monster?"

That is an inhuman demon.

It is a fact that the stalker crushed his heart with Zabaniya, but it is also a fact that he is still alive.

"How many hearts does he have? What can be done to completely eliminate him?"

Rogue reconsidered his abilities.

She can only imitate the divine deeds of her predecessors, but even if they are of the same nature, their power may not be the same.

She always believed that all the divine arts she had mastered were "not as good as those of her predecessors." In fact, the effects of her divine spells are also different from those used by the original "old men in the mountains". Some have the same power, some are more powerful, and some are not as good as the others.

For example, the old man from the mountain known as "Quiet" uses "Zabaniya".

"Quietness" herself has a very powerful ability. It is said that she can turn all her body fluids, nails, skin and even her breath into poisonous substances. Because of this, she left a terrifying legend - when facing thousands of troops, she mixed the poison on her body into the wind and massacred all the enemy troops.

However, the stalker can only concentrate the poison into his own "blood" and temporarily imitate the behavior of "Quiet", but cannot massacre thousands of troops.

However...some people say that this is because she did not want to spread death around and kill her compatriots and innocent people indiscriminately, so she lowered the concentration of the poison.

"Zabaniya" is a magical skill that allows hair to stretch and retract freely. It is said that the original "Old Man of the Mountain" can make each hair as thin as spider silk and cut off the heads of opponents miles away without anyone noticing. The stalker can't do this either.

In addition, what Diver doesn't know is that she actually possesses a higher power than the founder by controlling her opponent's "Dream Essence (Zabaniya)" and other skills through singing beyond the realm of hearing. When dealing with multiple people at the same time like just now, "singing" can affect their brains and cause the magic circuit to go out of control. But if the "singing sound" is focused on a certain target, it can make ordinary servants kneel to the ground; if the target is a human, it can even directly control his brain.

Although even the founder of this divine industry has never exerted such power, the stalker would not admit it even if he knew it. For her, being able to use her own power to use skills is already an irreplaceable great achievement, and she dare not ask for more.

The stalker listed countless "Noble Phantasms" in his mind, thinking about the most suitable method to destroy the monsters.

However, at this moment, she had some doubts.

This was a doubt she had occasionally had during her lifetime.

It is about "Zabaniya" - a technology that allows you to perceive the surrounding terrain and structure completely as one's own.

This was the trick she used when she was looking for a power source at the police station, but this one trick always made her feel like something was wrong.

It is said that this magical skill was once used by a certain "Old Man of the Mountains", but no one is sure which era the "Old Man of the Mountains" belonged to.

Not only she, but her compatriots and mentors, and even the reigning "Old Man of the Mountain" don't know.

However, there is a legend about the "Old Man from the Mountain" who used this magical skill in history. She recreated the magical skill on this basis, but...

"Is this "meditation nerve" ability really like this? No, is there really an "old man in the mountain" who uses some kind of "meditation nerve"?"

Even she, who was called a fanatical believer, had such doubts.

No, maybe it was because she had contributed everything she had and imitated all the divine deeds that this question arose.

"I always feel that there is something I don't know yet. Does this legendary "Old Man of the Mountain" who uses "meditation nerves" really exist..."

Thinking of this, she forcibly stopped thinking.

Doubt is inappropriate behavior.

"It's because I'm not mature enough to think about such things." She felt very ashamed, so she once again turned her focus back to how to defeat the enemy.

However, even she herself didn't know that the strange doubts and the fateful premonition that "maybe something is about to happen" continued to make a small voice in her heart.

It's like it's resonating with something.

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Koltzman Center for Special Orthodontics.

Time has to go back a little bit.

"Okay...it's almost time."

Just before the stalkers attacked the police station, Faldius arrived at the deepest part of the prison - his underground workshop.

The workshop is full of magic-style decorations, making people completely unaware that this is a modern prison. Faldius stood in the center of the workshop, slowly adjusting his breathing.

Various puppets were sitting around, ranging from delicate mannequins to cloth puppets used for casting spells, and their "eyes" were all fixed on the central pedestal.

Faldius Diorland——

He was born into a family of magicians who have used dolls for generations, and he is also related to magicians who participated in "Fuyuki's Holy Grail War."

This refers to the "Third Holy Grail War" that took place before World War II.

At that time, the magician who drove the stalker carved his struggle into the puppet he used in the form of magical "memory", and passed it on to the people of the family through this puppet.

That is not only passed on to direct blood relatives, but to all people with blood relations, so the scope of transmission is very wide.

But no one in the clan stood up and said "I will win the Holy Grail War."

It is said that during the Third Holy Grail War, violations of the rules occurred one after another, and forbidden arts and demons were causing trouble.

Seeing such a realistic record, it is normal for ordinary magicians to hesitate.

However, it is also possible that the powerful members of the clan discovered that something ominous had been mixed into the Holy Grail.

Therefore, Faldius's grandfather joined forces with some politicians and soldiers to formulate a plan to conduct the Holy Grail War on his own land.

Everyone thinks this is a fantasy.

After all, even the basis of the Holy Grail War - the "Great Holy Grail" rooted in the earth and its composition are Einzbern's secret techniques and have never been spread to outsiders.

But this is all a topic for the future. What they have to do at that time is to find a spiritual land comparable to Fuyuki and start preparations to turn it into a battlefield for the Holy Grail War.

In any case, it is also indispensable for the government to ensure useful spiritual sites.

The influence of the Holy Church is spread all over the world, and this place is no exception. Therefore, magic-related actions are restricted everywhere, and only a small number of agencies are under their jurisdiction.

It would be nice if we could move a little closer to Fuyuki's Holy Grail War in one hundred or two hundred years.

Even if the country's system changes, they must establish an organization based on it.

With this momentum, they forcibly took away the land from the clan that protected the land, and transformed the land's spiritual veins on a large scale.

However, when Faldius' father inherited the business, a huge turnaround occurred in less than a hundred years.

A magician who came from a different family than Faldius and had connections with the government's Anbu gave them suggestions for recreating part of the Great Holy Grail system.

"I can steal part of Fuyuki's Holy Grail and cultivate it here."

What a joke!

Although everyone thinks so, this magician has left many achievements in the government, so he cannot be ignored.

But even if the Great Holy Grail is cultivated, a fake will still be a fake. Compared with Fuyuki's perfect Holy Grail, its connection with the spiritual veins is not that strong.

Can this really recreate the Holy Grail? In response to Faldius's father's question, the magician replied: "Just find a primer."

"Introduction..."

Thinking of what he heard from his father, Faldius smiled bitterly and said to himself.

"I didn't expect that the 'Introduction' would actually create a glass crater in the south of the city. Is there anything more ironic than this?"

He sighed deeply, put on a smile and began to complete his task.

"The foundation is silver and iron, the foundation is stone and the Grand Duke of the Contract——"

What came out of Faldius's mouth was the genuine "Summoning of Heroic Spirits" spell.

As the long spells were recited one by one, the air gradually changed.

This is a chant that shouldn't happen, a ritual that shouldn't happen.

Any magician who understands the Holy Grail War will have this idea.

Because all the heroic spirits have been summoned.

There are six Heroic Spirits in Snowfield, and this is what Faldius announced to Langar and other people from the Magic Association.

This sentence is not a lie.

False Holy Grail War——

The heroic spirits summoned as part of a fake ritual were nothing more than sacrifices.

The purpose is to disrupt the spiritual veins and concentrate the "fluctuations" in a certain direction.

Then use this reaction to start the real Holy Grail War.

"From the Wheel of Inhibition, O Guardian of the Scales!"

The moment the chant ended, Faldius's workshop was suddenly filled with light.

The eyes of the countless dolls sitting around reflected the light and began to tremble slightly.

It’s like blessing the appearance of heroic spirits.

He also seemed to be trembling with the smell of death.

When the light converges on a certain point in the room——

Nothing happened.

After the light disappeared, the doll stopped shaking, and only a cold silence enveloped the entire workshop.

"……Failed?"

Faldius could not feel the breath of the heroic spirit, nor the feeling of magical connection.

The most important thing is that there is not even a voice from the heroic spirit asking him "Are you my master?"

"Well……"

However, there was no anxious look on Faldius' face.

To be honest, he only had 50% hope.

Using six heroic spirits as a guide to summon another seven "heroic spirits" is simply ridiculous.

Heroic spirits as powerful as the King of Heroes have already appeared. In terms of "introduction", the total number is too much.

"Forget it, let's take plan B."

Faldius sighed softly and left the workshop.

Even he himself didn't know that as the creator of this false Holy Grail War, he failed to fully grasp the actual situation of the war at this moment. This war had already deviated from its original trajectory and was heading towards a direction that no one could predict. direction of development.

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There is also Faldius' second workshop in this prison, which is also the monitoring room.

As soon as he entered the room, Faldius announced to Aldora and other men: "Switch to Plan B. Contact Miss Francesca and Mr. Orlando."

"...Didn't the heroic spirit appear?"

Hearing Aldora's straightforward question, Faldius nodded simply and replied: "Yes, it seems that even if a 'time limit' is set, there are only seven heroic spirits at most who can appear at one time. According to our As previously planned, we treat the swordsman as the 'false seventh' instead of the 'real first' and prepare for a false Holy Grail War."

“I don’t know if the Holy Grail will appear in this case, so let’s consider this as the next topic.”

"However, the Command Seal has emerged clearly...Does this mean that I can eliminate the current Master and use this Command Seal to re-contract with the heroic spirits?"

Faldius looked at the command spell on his right hand with cold eyes, and then recorded the summoning process on a note, preparing to contact all parties later.

At this time, he suddenly felt something was not right.

Snowflakes appeared on several monitors neatly placed indoors.

If it was just like this, he might still regard it as a simple malfunction, but the problem is that even the "video sent by the familiar" has snowflakes.

Although those videos are displayed on the monitor, they belong to the category of magic. Normally, abnormal situations such as snowflakes would not occur, so he suspected that the familiar had been interfered by an external magician.

While checking the monitor, Faldius suddenly realized that he was scribbling on the note.

"Ah, subconsciously, I don't usually do this. It seems like the fact that I couldn't summon the heroic spirit still hit me."

Faldius felt a little confused about his behavior and was about to tear up the note.

But his hand stopped suddenly, because there was a sentence on the note that was obviously different from his own handwriting and had a clear meaning.

"May I ask, are you my master?"

Faldius felt blood rush to his head.

He suppressed his anxiety and pretended to be calm and looked around slowly.

Then he saw darkness.

The monitor with flashing snowflakes reflected the situation outside the prison.

In the shadow of the forest, a blind spot where light cannot reach, his eyes were attracted by the extraordinarily pitch-black darkness.

To be precise, I was attracted by the small white object floating in the center.

This display is a magic device connected to the familiar.

He conveyed instructions to his familiar and told it to approach the darkness.

As the familiar approached, Faldius saw one thing clearly: floating in the center of the darkness was a twisted skull mask.

"...Sorry, I'm going outside to get some fresh air."

After speaking to Aldora, Faldius left the room and strode toward the location where the familiar was photographed.

He thought that this might be a trap set by an outside magician, so he remained very wary as he walked along the prison passage.

Before dawn, the long passage——

Faldius walked quickly in the corridor where the light could barely shine through the windows, walking...

I saw the fluorescent light at the end of the corridor flicker on and off, then go out completely.

Darkness suddenly enveloped the front.

In the darkness, Faldius saw the thing.

That white skull mask floating in the deep darkness.

Yes, that skull mask... is the Heroic Diver.

Was the summoning successful? No, could it be the stalker who had been summoned a long time ago and was used as a "sacrifice"?

Just as various speculations flashed through Faldius' mind, the fluorescent lights in front of the corridor were turned on again, and the white mask disappeared at the same time.

"That was just now..."

As soon as he murmured, the fluorescent light above his head went out.

At the same time, a voice sounded behind him.

"...don't look back."

Faldius finally recognized that it was a male voice. This inorganic voice, whose age, body shape, and other information was completely unimaginable, sounded softly from behind him.

At this moment, Faldius was ready to face death.

Whatever he did was in vain.

No matter what magic he uses, he can't get out of this deadlock.

The premonition of "death" is so vivid.

He didn't know who was behind him.

It even felt like there was just endless darkness.

It was abundantly clear from this that he felt nothing.

There was no murderous intent in the voice, on the contrary, there was no trace of breath.

It's as if a "void" space that doesn't even exist is talking directly to itself.

It made Faldius wonder if this was an auditory hallucination caused by his own delusion, because the sense of existence of the "voice" was too weak.

Even so, he could still imagine one thing.

If there was something behind him, it was probably the white mask that just appeared in the darkness.

"Let me ask...are you my master?"

Empty question.

You can see the answer just by looking back, but Faldius can't look back no matter what.

All he could do was to say to the man standing behind him in silence: "...Yes, if you appeared because of the summons just now, then I will be your master."

The whisper paused, and then sounded in Faldius's ears again: "...Do you have faith?"

"Faith?" Faldius was slightly startled when he heard this.

The voice from behind Faldius who asked in surprise repeated flatly: "...Do you have enough faith to dedicate your life to it?"

Faldius thought for a moment, adjusted his breathing and replied: "I am willing to dedicate all my magic to the country. This is my belief."

"...Even if you interrupt a person's lifeline, will you carry it out to the end?"

"You're asking me...not to hesitate to kill people, right?"

"...This is the price of signing a contract with me."

Since they have joined the Holy Grail War, most magicians are mentally prepared to die. But when facing "death" so close, how many magicians can answer without hesitation?

After a brief silence, Faldius said with an astonishing calmness: "Of course, as long as it is for the country, I will do whatever it takes."

After hearing Faldius' decisive answer, Darkness was quiet for a while and finally spoke.

"...My name is Hassan Sabah."

Faldius was convinced that the heroic spirit told him his true name. Since the contract has not yet been established, this is not telepathy, but only you can hear this name.

It was a whisper that only affected a certain point in Faldius' brain, like a curse seeping into his internal organs.

"As long as you don't lose faith, I will be your shadow."

The "Shadow" didn't show up until the end. He left these words and disappeared into the darkness.

Faldius was left frozen in place.

The magic thread should be connected to "something" in the distance, but the flow of magic is almost invisible. This made it impossible for Faldius to immediately judge whether he was really connected to the Servant.

"I see, I didn't realize it until now."

If you answer a question wrongly, you may die. As long as there is a slight mistake, even the heroic spirit summoned by himself will turn into a god of death.

Faldius truly felt the unreasonableness and viciousness of the heroic spirits——

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"This is...the Holy Grail War."

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