The Endless Shuttle

If, if you can give me more time, at least this city... Fallows gritted his teeth secretly, unwilling to think about it.

"It's enough, I can't stay here for a few days." Luo Pei waved his hand with a smile.

"Hurry up and get someone to arrange Irisviel's whereabouts. Let's go and talk alone. By the way, let me meet the people you brought—my subordinates."

"yes!"

Fallows rolled his eyes, and the woman with the golden ponytail immediately understood, and said politely with Irisviel.

"Ma'am, please come with me."

"ah?"

Irisviel looked at Luo Pei at a loss, and the latter gave her a gentle look in response.

"Go and have a rest, we'll see Illya tomorrow."

"……Um."

Watching Irisviel walk towards the annex, Rope and Fallows stepped into the gate of the castle.

Entering the castle, stepping on the red carpet, Rope felt the temperature of the entire room plummeting.

The scorching sun in summer can't bring even a trace of warmth here.

The hall was transformed into a cathedral-like appearance, and the highest seat was enshrined with a stone sculpture in the shape of a green-haired siren, declaring the gods worshiped by Pharos.

On both sides of the red carpet, there were half-kneeling humans in black robes—let's just call them humans.

There are all kinds of people, about thirty of them.

"Please take your seat." Fallows said respectfully to Rope, under the statue of Cthulhu, a metal throne inlaid with gemstones was quietly standing there.

"...It's a blessing that you can make so many things in such a short time."

Luo Pei was not hypocritical, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the throne, and looked at the servant standing beside him approvingly.

"Let's talk about how many people you brought and what your abilities are. I will tell you what you should do later."

"learn."

Fallows bowed, then turned his back to Rope, and opened his hands to the servants and believers below.

"Look carefully, you maggots who believe in the truth! The person sitting on the throne is our master, the greatest mystic Mr. Rope! The messenger of the will of the gods! The sheltered one! Brighten your eyes, admire the face of a great existence with reverence, and feel honored to be under the saddle of this lord!"

The believers in black robes raised their heads, and Luo Pei watched the faces they hadn't seen clearly because of the hoods.

There are men and women, without exception, with fanatic and crazy expressions on their faces.

...It's done in a decent way. Lopez calmly praised Fallows.

I have to say that he really enjoyed this, and he felt like he was in the world of Godslayer back then.

"So far——" the alien servant turned around, thinking of Luo Pei and bowed deeply.

"—Eleven mystics! Twenty-one fusion practitioners! A total of 159 apprentices and believers, equipped with modern guns and individual bazookas! All your servants are here, this manor is waiting Your dispatch! No matter who the opponent is or what order you give, we are determined to fight for you until the last piece of flesh and blood is crumbled!"

Fallows' murderous and determined voice echoed in the empty castle hall.

Although the believer kneeling below did not make the slightest sound, his eyes revealed the meaning of agreeing with and absolutely implementing Fallows' words.

"..."

Rope was silent.

... Are you here to fight modern warfare?

Chapter 86 Azalea's Proposal

After listening to Fallows' words, Rope's stomach began to ache.

What is Einzbern?

One of the founding families of the magician family, the seeker of the third law, and the Great Holy Grail.

It sounds very powerful, but to put it bluntly, it is just a family of "academic" magicians. It has no combat ability. Only the artificial man equipped with magic dress is enough. Otherwise, it will not be used in the Fourth Holy Grail War. "Magician Killer" Emiya Kiritsugu has come to join the war.

Such a family, if you really want to slaughter him, why would you need Faros and its subordinates? He needs as many map guns as he needs, wind, rain, lightning, sun and tsunami, if not, a few gods and beasts will come to make trouble. The godslayer is called "natural disaster". Not without reason.

His purpose of calling people was just to deal with chores and unexpected situations after negotiating (physics) with Einzbern. It is impossible for Rope to let Illya von Einzbern completely separate from the Einzbern family, and it is the best model to kill the ignorant ones like the Asakami family and let Fujino inherit the family business.

The pure Einzbern family doesn't need to be the Lesser Holy Grail, and no one is going to force the Irisviel mother and daughter, nor does it need to leave their hometown and leave the family. As long as Luo Pei arranges a little, that is their only remaining happiness.

"The number of people, is there something wrong?"

He looked at Fallows and asked in a low voice.

The monster froze for a moment, then immediately put on a shameful expression, and said in a remorseful tone.

"Please forgive me, I have retained the personnel at the lowest operating station... No, in the final analysis, I am not good at handling affairs, and I have only taken in so few people in two years..."

Not all human beings can accept the terrible teachings of Cthulhu, and it can be extended to nearly two hundred people. Fallows has tried his best.

"I mean too much." Rope interrupted Fallows' association.

"If it's a simple battle, why do you need to rely on the power of believers? Fallows, leave some talents with social experience, and the rest, especially believers and apprentices, let them all go back. Don't let the resident become empty. looking at you."

The burial agency is not Mei Lian's voice. Even if he has the identity of an agent, it is impossible for Fallows to ignore the big commotion before. At most, he just hindered the action internally.

The man-eating crazy monster is not in the same order of magnitude as the previous Nero Kaos. I heard that someone has proposed to move up the "tenth seat" of Pharos.

When Fallows heard this, he pondered for a moment.

"...You originally liked the elite type, I understand."

...This guy failed in reading comprehension at all, right?

Fallows' own paranoid understanding of the word "loyalty" is not necessarily a bad thing, but occasionally—such as now—it gives Rope a headache.

"……it's up to you."

Nodding, the white-haired monster descended the steps to the throne.

It walked to the center of the kneeling believers and said in a cold and heartless voice.

"Did you hear that? Maggots, your insignificant power is not valued by the master at all. He doesn't need waste. If you want to dedicate more piously, you can prove your worth to the lord. The limit is at sunset. , Ten people with outstanding strength, social skills, and human social influence can stay, and the rest will go back to the headquarters and continue to hone themselves."

"yes!!"