They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck…!”

Fingle ran across the rooftop, screaming, feeling like a real loser.

At this moment, a group of dark, eerie, and shadowy servants were still stalking Finger. He flew onto a new rooftop and kicked over a water tank to slow down his pursuers. The tank exploded amidst the monsters, and rust-smelling water gushed out, showering the grotesque group of enemies.

This level of resistance was nothing compared to the monster. But Finger had no other options. He had already destroyed all the thermal weapons and equipment in his combat uniform, as well as the alchemical bombs in his equipment section.

"I'm so unlucky! Am I going to die if this continues?"

What? Didn't you ask Fingel if he summoned the invincible Hercules? Use it!

Nonsense, of course Finkel wanted to call out again, "Gong Hai, save me!", but the conditions did not allow it.

Dozens of minutes ago, Hercules was invincible and brave. He drew his bow and arrow to clear the monsters from several areas for Fingel. Then he said sorry and disappeared on the spot as a spirit.

Finger's originally cheerful face was suddenly filled with horror:

Oh, my idol, the peerless Hercules, why have you abandoned me? If there's anything you dislike about me, just tell me. I'm a great man and I won't bear grudges. Next time we go to Kassel Academy together, I'll treat you, Master Gong Hai, to pork knuckle and king crab!

The spiritual Hercules smiled and said, "That's not the case. It's just that Finger's magic power is insufficient to sustain him in a long battle." If he were to force himself to materialize and rush out to fight the monster, Finger would probably be drained.

"So what is magic?"

Fingel was still bewildered, asking as he ran. Not only had he inexplicably entered the strange Nibelungen, he had also summoned a powerful Heroic Spirit that he had previously thought was a trick. Now, because of some inexplicable lack of magic power, the Heroic Spirit was useless!

At this moment, Finkel finally recalled the two videos he watched with the principal and vice-principal in the attic. Could it be that this new magic system really appeared in Europe... ?

When did the world become so strange?

"Magic power is the food that feeds the Servant's activities," Hercules' voice came from the invisible void beside Fingel, "and the Master-Servant Contract is the benchmark for the Servant to stabilize himself and the channel for the supply of magic power."

"According to the knowledge I gained from the Holy Grail, the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual consumes a huge amount of magic power, allowing the Servants to intervene in reality. This magic power is provided by the ley lines connected to the Holy Grail, while the magic power that materializes the Servants needs to be provided by the Master—that is, you."

"So the problem now is that you don't seem to have practiced magic. If my magic power is insufficient, my ability value will decrease, and..."

Finger hurriedly dodged the claws of another Nue. The stench of decay and decay spread with the black mist, but he couldn't help but run all the way, his face flushed and his breath heavy. "Ha... If you have something to say, just say it quickly. I can accept anything! I only have one miserable life anyway!"

"Yes." After hearing Finkel's assurance, Hercules uttered this word very concisely.

"Ah?" Finkel didn't react for a moment, feeling that it was irrelevant.

"If you're running low on magic power, you might need to pay with your life force."

"Grass!"

Finkel thought he had drawn an ace, but he didn't expect that Hercules' magic consumption was so high that ordinary people could not control it at all. Now he wants to ask this great god to take action, but he even needs to spend his life!

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Don't look at the original "Fate/Strange Fake" where the archer-class Hercules transformed into the enemy-class Alcides, who was very good at dodging in the early stages and shot an arrow twenty kilometers away. In the later stages, he fought against the Bull of Heaven summoned by Ishtar, and he was not afraid at all throughout the whole process.

But there is a very important prerequisite, which is the sufficient supply of magic power - his master Bazdilot Cotilio himself has enormous magic power, and he also used the lives of a total of 24,976 people as living sacrifices to make magic crystals, so he achieved a brilliant record.

"When the hell is this going to end? Is there anyone kind enough to help?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down Fingle's neck. The waterproof and heat-insulating material of the tactical vest made him feel like he was imprisoned in a hot and humid sauna, steaming him like a pot of cooked steamed pork with rice flour.

"...Actually, there are other living people in the distance. But there's a Servant's presence over there, in other words, a potential rival."

Hercules said this kindly, although he left Finkel with room to choose, the latter would definitely not go.

Hercules wasn't in a hurry, as he realized the celestial master had a strong physique and stamina, and could easily outrun a group of monsters for the better part of a day. He could wait until the monsters accumulated to a certain size, then materialize and destroy them all at once.

The magic problem is too difficult, so I can only simplify it like this.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Finger had already despaired of his current situation. "Principal! You've really screwed me over so badly. When you get out, at least compensate me with five Maseratis. Otherwise, I'll mobilize all the members of the News Department to publish the gossip about you having an affair with Director Laurent's underage daughter, Elizabeth, all over the school!"

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"Hahaha, you old bastard, Ange, what have you come to? You can't even keep an eye on your own car and your student. He must be so scared of the Holy Grail War that he's run away... Why don't you call the police and ask your student to return the car? Do you really expect him to come back and pay you for stealing it without your permission?"

On the streets of Tokyo, the night was deep. Uesugi Yue, dressed in a priest's uniform, had his eyebrows trembling and was laughing uncontrollably, as if he had heard some huge joke.

Uesugi Yue had successfully negotiated a partnership with the Holy Church, and was planning to find a pub to invite the proprietress for a drink to celebrate. However, as soon as he stepped out of the church gate, he was stopped by Angé, who appeared out of nowhere.

Uesugi Yue immediately put on a sour face, and memories from decades ago came flooding back like a tide -

At that time, Ange accompanied the US military on a landing in Japan, where he signed a treaty with the Snake Eight Clan and established a branch and executive bureau in Japan. During this time, Ange learned Niten Ichiryu and, as the reigning Kage Emperor, Uesugi Tsuyoshi fought him, only to be severely beaten by Ange using "Time Zero".

The memory of that time was so unforgettable that whenever Uesugi Yue saw Ange's face, he would recall the immature and embarrassing experiences of his youth.

Unexpectedly, Angers attitude was quite good. He even took the initiative to invite Uesugi Yue to have dinner at Robuchou French restaurant to discuss some information. However, when the two of them came over, they found that the car was gone and Fingel was gone too.

"Has the former underworld leader now converted to Catholicism and become a priest who preaches sermons?"

At this time, Ange remained calm in the face of the sarcasm of Uesugi Yue in the priest's uniform. He calmly opened his mobile phone to contact Finkel, but the latter did not answer the call.

"Reverend Uesugi, I wonder how much of God's teachings you still remember? Do you know the principle of 'love your neighbor as yourself'?"

"I know! My love, but you are different, Ange. You are an old bastard!" Uesugi Yue said angrily.

"Decades have passed, and my 'Niten Ichiryu' hasn't regressed. We can find a time to exchange our teachings while sparring with each other." Angé's words were like, "My sword is not at all bad!"

"Ange, you vengeful ghost, do you believe in God? What is your 'doctrine'? It can't be 'Time Zero' or your folding knife, right?"

Chapter 192 The enemy is at Genji Heavy Industries!

Due to the disappearance of both Finger and the Maserati, the original dinner plan at the three-star Michelin restaurant Robuchou had to be slightly changed. The two old men kept bickering with each other along the way, as if the grudges from decades ago were replaying at this moment.

Finally, Uesugi Koshi led the way, and they arrived at the alley behind the University of Tokyo. The buildings around the alley looked old, and at a glance, the Showa style from decades ago could be seen. Low brick walls and mottled signboards lined the road on both sides, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of soy sauce and bone broth.

"Yinghuang Ramen? This is really a well-known golden sign," Ange pulled over a plastic chair without any hesitation and sat down under the half-covered canopy.

"How many gangsters have come here to ask for a bowl of ramen made by the previous Shadow Emperor but couldn't get it?"

"Go away, stop talking nonsense to provoke me! I'm just here to entertain some students nearby, I never try to be a movie star."

Uesugi Yue turned on the dim yellow warm light and hung up the "Closed" sign. The small TV screen and the silver lid of the soup pot reflected a soft luster. "And thanks to you, Ange, there were not many customers before tonight!"

Ange lowered his head and tapped at his phone. He was sending a search request for Finger's coordinates to Norma. "Then I have to say, between you and me, it's mutual, right? After I came here, you blamed me for the lack of customers here, and after I found you, I also lost my student."

"You have the nerve to blame me for this? You insisted on dragging a student to participate in the Holy Grail War, which sounds wrong," Uesugi Yue leaned on the small rocking chair beside the counter and half lay down.

"Now that the students have run away, you old bastard might as well take matters into your own hands! I'll teach you a trick. Make a wish, 'May there be no more dragons in the world,' and from now on, you can realize your lofty dream of revenge without a single soldier!"

However, he saw that after hearing what was said, Ange not only did not refute, but his expression gradually became serious.

Uesugi Yue's tone became uncertain. "You didn't really believe the nonsense about the Holy Grail granting wishes, did you? That's why you decided to participate?"

"No," Ange shook his head, his eyes still fixed on his phone. He had just finished reading Norma's report, and his tone was heavy. "I just contacted the academy. Finger's disappearance is not normal... As for how I quickly confirmed the news, don't worry about it for now."

Angé looked at the abnormal report sent by Norma with concern - it included surveillance footage of the road where Finkel and the Maserati were located.

It showed that Finger never got out of the Maserati, but after the surveillance camera inexplicably displayed a period of abnormal signal snow, the Maserati disappeared. There was no footage of the Maserati leaving the surrounding roads.

It's like it disappeared out of thin air.

"...Could it be the Nibelungen?"

When Uesugi Yue heard this, he immediately stood up from the rocking chair and asked, "What did you say?"

"My student may have fallen into the Nibelungen hidden in Tokyo," Ange said in a low and solemn voice.

"He never left the car, and there's no way the Maserati could have vanished without anyone noticing! The only explanation is the Nibelungen! So I want to ask you, what exactly are you, the Eight Snake Clan, hiding? The Holy Grail War, surely, was chosen here for a reason?"

Uesugi Yue was silent for a moment. He pondered the unusual situation at Yonogihara and finally sighed silently.

"Yes, you guessed right. What we're standing on is the other side of Tokyo, a mirror-like world. The ancestors of the eight Snake families called it the Night Food Field, the world behind the Demon Gate. Once the Demon Gate is opened, the demons and monsters wandering the world of the dead will see the light of day again."

They are called demons, but in fact they are the ancestors of the eight Sheqi families who have undergone cruel transformation. I wonder what the situation is like now after the changes.

Angre nodded. "I've heard that your island nation has a long-standing legend of 'One Hundred Demons Parading at Night.' Humans are active during the day, while monsters are active at night. The two worlds actually overlap in space, so it's actually your Nibelungen that's always open?"

"That was the situation many years ago. After that, our ancestors closed the entrance to the Night Food Plain, and the demons and monsters became ghost stories and legends."

Uesugi Yue pulled a jug of sake and two small porcelain cups from the cabinet and began to slowly pour them in. "But now that the unprecedented Holy Grail War has occurred, I'm afraid unknown changes have occurred beneath the surface of this city."

"Then, one last question. The Nibelungen is definitely not something that ordinary humans can accomplish independently. So far, without the intervention of an ancient dragon, the Nibelungen is simply incapable of completion, let alone someone like you who has existed since ancient times. So, who built it?"

Ange looked directly at Uesugi Yue. He thought of the connection between the Holy Grail War heroes and Odin, and uttered a word, "God?"

"Yes, God is the basis for the establishment of that kingdom of death."

Uesugi Etsu initially agreed with Ange's conjecture, but the name he brought up surprised Ange. "We call her Izanami, the Supreme Mother Goddess. In mythology, she died and resided in the underworld. She even chased Izanagi at Hirasaka in the underworld, but the blockage of the Senbiki Stone caused her to remain in the underworld forever."

"Yoizan Hirasaka is also known by the family as the 'Well of Hidden Bones'. It is the true entrance to the underworld, the bones of the gods. The Eight Snake Families have guarded and sealed this path for generations since ancient times. Otherwise, if the gods escape, the descendants of the island nation will usher in doom."

Uesugi Yue thought of the abnormality of Yo no Gourmet Ground, and perhaps there were some signs.

Ange was quite surprised. "The god is not Odin but Izanami, and she's a woman? And if everything develops according to the myth, then this must be the source of the bloodline of the Eight Snake Clans of Japan? So, the source of your dragon bloodline corresponds to the Dragon King..."

Uesugi Yue took a sip of sake and said, "Why bother asking? I don't think your secret party has never had any doubts over the years."

"It's the White King! The descendants of the White King actually exist. You have been referring to him as 'God', which means you don't want any outsiders to know this secret." Ange exclaimed.

"Yes, but what does it have to do with me? I have cut off all ties with that family anyway," Uesugi Yue paused when he said this, "except for my son who is the emperor."

"Hey, did I hear correctly? You, the bastard who left the family without a word to sell ramen and become a priest, actually have a son?"

When the topic turned to this, Uesugi Kotsu, who had a son in his old age, began to talk about his son's excellence with great interest, and he also knew to care about his old father... Angers, who was alone, would definitely not understand the feeling of having offspring to take care of him, right?

"Well, I really don't understand." Ange drank the sake in one gulp, "just like you don't understand the changes in the times outside."

"... Are you mocking me? I've started using a cell phone and accessing the internet now, so don't treat me like some clueless old fogey!"

"That's truly impressive progress, Uesugi Ramen Priest!" Ange said. "Let me guess. You definitely didn't buy your phone yourself. It must have come from someone who's been taking care of you."

Before arriving, Ange had already found out who owned the land on this street. It was none other than Uesugi Koshi. However, the money he earned from selling ramen noodles was clearly not enough to offset the taxes on such a large amount of land. Someone else had paid the taxes on his behalf.

"That was A-ha's unauthorized behavior. I've already told him to stop. It's two completely different things!" Uesugi Yue said proudly, "So I said you wouldn't guess, but my son bought me this phone! He even promised to visit me in the evenings when he's free!"

After saying that, Uesugi Yue turned on his cell phone again and prepared to call Gen Chisei's number, but a hurried unread text message on it indicated that something unusual was happening.

He clenched his palms suddenly. A text message appeared on them: Genji Heavy Industries was attacked by a group of demons! The enemy has dispatched "Heroic Spirits"!

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Tens of minutes ago, at Genji Heavy Industries headquarters.

It was late at night, and the tall buildings were ablaze with lights. A moon hung outside the all-glass curtain wall, and the lights of Roppongi looked like hazy patches of light in the distance. The busy duty officers, clutching documents, shuttled through the circular corridors, none of them noticing the sound, like scales scraping against concrete, coming from deep within the elevator shaft.

Ever since Minamoto no Chisei listened to Uesugi Koshi's advice last time, he made up his mind to hold an emergency meeting with several family heads to discuss the matter.

His plan was to "request" the resignation of Tachibana Masamune, the patriarch whose taint was indelible. As for Tachibana Masamune himself, he was currently under "house arrest" awaiting trial while his charges were investigated.

The results of the meeting were somewhat unexpected but also reasonable. All the family heads unanimously supported Yuan Zhisheng to ascend the throne of the head of the family. The appeal of the "Emperor" bloodline was so natural.

As for how to deal with Tachibana Masamune, some family heads thought he could "die of illness" or "be sent to Southeast Asia to contribute to overseas industrial development." Although their opinions varied, they all agreed that a public verdict should not be made on most members of the family.

Although Tachibana Masamune had only been in power for three years, he had painstakingly cultivated the image of a diligent ruler. If this image collapsed overnight, it would undoubtedly be a shocking scandal for the Snake Eight Families.

Not to mention, Minamoto no Nakasei was the nominally adopted son of Tachibana Masamune. Such a scandal would easily cause the people below him to have negative thoughts and speculations when Minamoto no Nakasei took over as the head of the family.

In short, Tachibana Masamune still had to be treated respectfully. If he didn't want to be treated respectably, then he should be treated respectably. However, Minamoto no Chisei was sentimental and insisted on his own opinion in front of the other family heads - he wanted to handle the matter more gently.

However, before this task was completed, Yuan Zhisheng received another urgent call from the Kansai branch, "What did you say? The Kanto branch took the initiative to attack you?!"

The Kanto Branch and the Kansai Branch are the two major branches of the Kassel Academy's Japanese branch, and are directly governed by the head of the family. Now that Masamune Tachibana is under house arrest, Minamoto no Chisei has temporarily taken over the affairs of the head of the family.

"Yeah! The branch chief—that guy, Akechi Asuya," the voice on the other end of the line was noisy, interspersed with the sound of fierce gunfire. "He also said that there were orders from above that the headquarters had been occupied by the enemy, and that they had to join us in attacking the headquarters! How could we possibly believe such a ridiculous excuse! And then they attacked us without saying a word!"

"This is simply nonsense!" Yuan Zhisheng's voice suddenly turned cold. "Our headquarters is still fine. How could it be captured by the enemy?"

As soon as he said this, the whole building was suddenly interrupted by the shrill alarm... This was the alarm signal of enemy invasion!

Chapter 193: Nuonuo: Knocking the gong? Shenjin, made me laugh

Late at night, Nuonuo suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed. Her breathing was slightly rapid, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and her fingers subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt.

Lately, Nono seems to have had a recurring dream. In it, she sits atop a towering, magnificent chariot, with the masses kneeling at her feet, stretching endlessly like a harvested wheat field. Yet, she offers no mercy, merely gazes far into the horizon, regarding the entire land illuminated by the sun as her own dominion.

These dreams were short and vague. After waking up, they only lingered in my mind for a moment before gradually dissipating, as if they had never existed. Nuonuo slapped his cheeks hard, trying to wake himself up quickly.

After she skillfully changed into her miko uniform and tied on her scarlet hakama belt, she tapped the edge of the bed with her fingers and whispered to Melyuchina, who was in her spirit form:

"What's going on outside?"

Melyuchina's calm voice echoed from the void: "The building has been invaded by an unknown enemy. Genshisei's office or conference room may have more detailed information, but the enemy has summoned a Servant. If I approach rashly, I will be discovered."

Nuonuo's brows furrowed slightly, "Well, I understand."

She quickly got off the bed, smoothing down the hem of her miko's uniform. "The key question is, have the people monitoring us left?"

"They left a while ago. They might have been called out to deal with enemy attacks."