I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

"No, it's not."

Jiraiya said casually, "I am from another world."

"A person from another world?"

Kazuma was stunned. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with short white hair, a weathered face, and a white shirt. He really didn't recognize him.

He also regarded the forehead protector with oil-lettered characters on it as a personal interest.

These days, there are so many strange and bizarre ways of dressing.

His temperament is no different from that of other middle-aged office workers, and he is even more casual, more like Uncle Maori when he is serious.

"Yes, a person from another world, who came here during the temple incident."

The white-haired man took a sip of his beer, his eyes a little sad. "It's been a few months now. I'm traveling around the world. I was in Maputo, Africa, and just returned to Japan recently. I didn't expect to encounter this. It seems my luck has always been bad."

Kazuma quickly said, "This world has had people come through before, and now it's suddenly connected. Maybe your world..."

Halfway through his words, he realized he had said the wrong thing.

What is going on in this broken world?

According to Ayanokouji's speculation, in the future, the other world might only connect to Earth when it falls into despair.

In fact, it is the world's instinctive cry for help, "Big brother Earth, save our nest," something like that.

Isn't this a curse...

Fortunately, Jiraiya didn't care. He took a sip of wine and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. I haven't found the answer yet."

As for the answer, he didn't know either.

It was not until he visited the Middle East and Africa that he realized that even this paradise-like world was not entirely peaceful.

Peace, like all nations, is a luxury that only a few great powers possess.

The situation has not improved until today, because new interests have attracted the attention of major powers.

Maybe peace doesn't exist?

Jiraiya was a little confused.

Kazuma was still trying to offer comfort, but he had already waved his hand away. He looked at the ferocious tide of monsters charging the barrier and said, "What should we do next? With this level of attack density, even this barrier won't hold out for long."

"Wait!"

Ayanokouji came over and sat down casually on the side with a cup of coffee: "Wait until Hideyoshi and the others successfully summon a Servant."

With the supply of large spiritual veins, they don't have to worry about the consumption of magic power.

But humans are not machines, they can get tired. In a wave filled with many high-level fourth-level monsters, a single mistake can mean death.

Even this white-haired uncle who is almost at the fifth level is the same.

Only servants.

Only Servants, a miracle in human history who are specialized in solving world-class crises, have the possibility of completely ending this crisis.

Even if a perfect servant is successfully summoned, even the arrival of the evil god mentioned by people will not be a problem.

Not to mention them, even Jiraiya has this confidence.

In their hearts, heroic spirits are synonymous with miracles.

But…….

Ayanokouji sighed, with some worry in his eyes: "Shinfuyuki is not Fuyuki, its spiritual veins are only nascent, and it can't support a true Servant at all.

Even sub-servants have a hard time.

Perhaps it can only summon a form similar to the Hercules that Natsuki Subaru once summoned in another world, a state similar to a shadow servant."

"Shadow Servant?"

Kazuma explained, "(Shadow Servant) Shadow Servant, the residual spirit base of a Servant 1.2. A fake creature modeled after the spirit base of a Heroic Spirit, not qualified to be a Servant. It's only slightly stronger than a Phantom. Well, a Phantom is like the urban legends of Yasakami-sama, Sadako, and Slit-mouthed Woman."

Jiraiya frowned.

And if that is the case, then it is hard to say whether we can deal with the current problems by then.

They are followers and quasi-followers.

It's just one step away, but it's also a world of difference.

He casually grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the airdrop in the distance, took out one, lit it and took a puff, feeling a little worried.

The others were too tired to move, so they used their magic hands to dance wildly in the sky, grabbing all kinds of supplies.

There are even some that release various magical creations, such as chess, figurines...

Locals are used to it.

Rentaro Satomi and others were already numb.

"Is this how you do it everyday?"

"Roughly the same?"

Satomi Rentaro fell silent.

So he really has come to the magical age, right?

Is it true that your college entrance exams all test magic?

Local: The proposal has been made and it will probably be implemented by the end of the year.

Satomi Rentaro:…………

at this time.

Everyone suddenly looked back.

horizon.

A curtain of light suddenly rose up, instantly covering the entire magnificent city. Faintly one could see the flesh-and-blood arm covering the sky crashing into it, causing ripples.

"It's started over there too..."

..........

“Why, why, why!!!”

Above the city of New Fuyuki.

Ying Manji's eyes were red, and he pretended to be crazy and waved his hand that covered the sky, hammering it on the light curtain continuously, constantly creating ripples on the water-colored light curtain.

Why can’t it be broken?

He had sacrificed everything, even his last friend, to obtain the power of the old king that surpassed everything.

There shouldn't be anything that can stop him.

279. Save humanity (X), destroy humanity (√)

"What the hell is going on in this world?"

Not only him, but also the people who crawled out of hell were stunned when they saw the city in the blue light.

"Hiramura, doesn't your prophetic ability say that the new world is a purely technological world?"

Shido Koichi looked at the people in the city ahead who looked up curiously, and almost pointed at the fat man next to him and cursed him.

What a pure technological world.

The thing with the shiny pointed horns and the tail that swings happily is a ghost.

There are also pointed ears that look like fairies, like demons in mythology, and even girls with wings on their heads, which give him a strong sense of threat.

And there was not just one person in that city who gave him such a strong sense of threat.

But they are everywhere in the city.

Damn, what world are they in?

On the other side, Kazuo Furuta Sota (Furuta Nifuku) was almost green with envy.

grass.

They understood the evil god's tentacles as early as the beginning of the disaster, and only the evil god could deal with it.

Therefore, he proactively implanted the core of the evil god's derivative body and used the conflict between the cores of different derivative bodies to maintain balance.

By constantly completing puzzles, he gained power far beyond that of the survivors outside.

Let's say that.

The praised Amamiya Ryodan from the outside world is not enough for him to beat with one hand even if three of them are tied together.

但… … ..

Thinking of that hellish experience, his cheeks twitched and he felt vaguely out of control. He quickly gathered his consciousness and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"So, should we continue with the Paradise Project? I'm not saying anything, but I feel like this world might just end up facing the evil god itself."

I'm a ghoul and I don't want to sacrifice myself for the so-called damn humans.

Seeing this world as prosperous and beautiful as it was before the disaster, he just wanted to have some unbridled fun before everything got completely out of control.

Sensing the powerful people in the city raising their heads one by one, the others also hesitated.

Let’s not talk about whether we can win or not.

The problem is that if this world could fight against the evil god, there would be no need to carry out that cruel plan.

The grand ceremony of apotheosis called "Human Instrumentality."

Using hundreds of millions of humans as sacrifices, all of their minds merged into one, stealing the power of the evil god and becoming a macroscopic life form.

If you can't beat it, just join.

Having become a life form like an evil god, does 30 still need to be afraid of the evil god?

This kind of life form is called the Old King, the king of the ancient human race in the murals of the ancient ruins.

All humans became part of the new life form, and naturally survived, living in the body of the old king.

This is their solution called "Paradise Project".

Well, maybe it would be more appropriate to call it the World Destruction Plan?

In short, their distorted thinking didn't see anything wrong with this at all.

"response?"

The peaceful demeanor of the once one-eyed king, Yoshimura Kousen, had long since vanished. His face was grim as he roared, "What kind of joke are you making? That's a god, a true god, a god whose mere existence could render us irresistible and annihilated. Should we confront him? Don't dream."

Evil God is just a derogatory term for their hatred.

In essence, beings at that level have no distinction between good and evil.

Perhaps, the so-called alienation and loss of control is merely the convergent evolution caused by unconsciously perceiving Him, which is simply unbearable for weak humans.

Hiruko Yingyin chuckled, "Yeah, isn't it better if the people in this world are stronger? The chances of the ritual being completed are higher. Maybe a million people would be enough. Maybe every one of us could become a new god."

Countless people become a whole and sublime into another level of existence, and naturally one person becomes its main consciousness.

And this person must have completed the puzzle of the evil god's derivatives and the forty-six of them have the form of gods.

But if this world is a purely technological world, the world's human population combined might only be enough for two or three people to become old kings.

And now, maybe all of them can become new gods!

Thinking of this, they suddenly became excited.

It seems that they can all "save" mankind.

"okay."

Arima Takashi looked at them expressionlessly and slowly drew out his two swords: "Activate [Lullaby] to clear these obstacles."

Lullaby.

That is the flesh and blood that covers the sky and spreads above the crack, which is known as the offspring of the evil god in the outside world.

In fact, they are not derivatives of the evil god, but flesh and blood devices used by the ancient kings to put the evil god into a deep sleep.