The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 188: Great, it’s Gong Hai, we are saved!

"How are you going to find it?"

Xia Mi did not answer immediately. She lowered her eyes slightly, thinking about something. After a moment, she rolled her eyes twice and glanced at the Holy Grail next to her that was suppressed by Norton's new version of the alchemy array.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the Mercury Curtain, directly sending the information to the other side through the Blood Alliance Contract in the form of a dragon text message:
“When that thing first acted, it found Rider through the ley lines. Although I don’t understand why this thing has any intentions towards the Servant, it will do it again if it did it the first time. Next, there will be opportunities for the Servant to be summoned. It is impossible for it to turn a blind eye.”

When Norton received the dragon text message, his eyebrows instantly raised, and he immediately realized that Xia Mi was worried about the information leak. Although in his opinion, this worry was completely unnecessary - the blockade loophole of the Holy Grail was far from allowing physical sound waves to pass through.

He hesitated for a moment and sent the message, "I see. Choose a bait and attract attention in front... But the problem is that the Servant is not an ordinary bait. It will be troublesome if it is eaten by it."

Xia Mi gritted her teeth and said, "That's easy. Just use a big one so that it can only look at it but can't eat it or bite it!"

"You have very high requirements. There will be very few Heroic Spirits who meet the requirements."

"Of course I know that, but it's not a big deal! There are still vacancies for the Master. We just need to pick a lucky Master and give him the difficult task, and that's it!"

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Finkel was wearing a tight multifunctional combat suit. His strong physique and muscles were tightly wrapped by special fabrics and materials, as if every inch of his skin was being squeezed so tightly that he couldn't breathe. A feeling of suffocation and discomfort kept wandering throughout his body, as if he was stuffed into a can that was too narrow.

It is said that this combat uniform was specially customized for the Holy Grail War by the Equipment Department of Kassel Academy. It comes with high-tech night combat equipment mounting system - that is, a modular load carrying system that can mount equipment bags, built-in wiring plus communicators and sensors, and can be directly connected to the headquarters' super artificial intelligence Norma. Finally, there are multifunctional tactical pockets...

Damn, it's so bloated that it looks like a mobile warehouse filled with equipment when I wear it.

Finkel cursed inwardly. And according to the weird style of the equipment department, this thing probably has some hidden explosion function.

He glanced to the side again and saw that Principal Angers was still dressed in a suit, his tie was neatly tied, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and his demeanor was elegant and unrestrained, just like an elderly gentleman who was happy to attend a party at the invitation of a friend.

In contrast to the opponent, looking back at his own battlefield-style combat uniform, he felt it was so shabby that he looked like a half-baked fourth-rate cavalry soldier who was temporarily pushed out to be used as an animal, with no dignity at all.

Finkel felt that he had been deeply deceived. It didn't seem like he was here to participate in a serious Holy Grail War. Instead, it seemed like he was being abandoned and arranged to die a "heroic death" in secret. He was clearly an A-level top student who had made great contributions to the academy, but now he had fallen to such a state for some reason. How could this be possible?
Could it be that all of this was planned in advance? Did the school board discover the little tricks I had done during my junior and senior years?
Oh my God, if that's true, it's terrible! Finkel was heartbroken and regretted it!
If he had known earlier, he should not have offended the waiter in the school cafeteria just to get a free midnight snack of braised pork elbow, mashed potatoes and pickled cabbage every day. He should not have been a paparazzi and took secret photos in order to lead the team. In the end, in addition to receiving a large sum of money from the vice-president and a group of male students, he actually offended the girls of the entire Kassel College...

"Fingal, Fingal!"

Principal Ange's voice called out from the side, "Come back to your senses, we're here."

After saying that, Ange looked at the bear-like student with a strange expression. He had a dull look in his eyes and shiny drool flowed from the corners of his mouth, quietly dripping onto the pure black combat uniform and sliding smoothly off the waterproof fabric, as if he was daydreaming.

Fingel, who was still daydreaming about his sinful life, suddenly woke up. He looked at the neon lights outside the car window and finally remembered that he had arrived in Tokyo. The lively and peaceful atmosphere of fireworks did not even show any signs that the Holy Grail War had already begun.

This further intensified Finkel's suspicion.

"Principal, didn't you say we were going to participate in the Holy Grail War? Why does it look like this place doesn't look like it?"

Finkel looked left and right. This place was not only unlike a war zone, but it was peaceful and ordinary. It had nothing to do with war. If it were in the mainland of the United States, any economically backward area would look more like a war zone than this place.

"Of course not here, because before I participate, I want to find an old friend of mine in Japan. Fortunately, this guy has started using a mobile phone recently, otherwise I would not be able to find him through the Internet."

Angers turned on the radio in his Maserati, and the Tokyo Radio host's rhythmic voice came out from the car stereo:
"Good night, Tokyo! Another regrettable accident happened in Shinjuku last night! A fight broke out between two gangs in a nightclub. According to the on-site investigation, both sides used banned guns!"

"And what a coincidence that the natural gas pipeline where the incident occurred had not been repaired yet. Perhaps it was because a gang member's bullet was too enthusiastic - boom! So the luxurious building of the nightclub was gloriously sacrificed, and in its place, there was the beautiful night view of Shinjuku District, and another bunch of beautiful fireworks!"

Damn it! After listening to the broadcast, Finkel couldn't help but shudder. How come the fun here is even crazier than the "Freedom Day" gunfight in the academy? Bombing a building is called a fireworks show? He decided to change his evaluation of Tokyo - it's really not peaceful here.

Ange took out his cell phone and called Norma to confirm the location of his old friend's signal source. At the same time, he looked at the co-pilot seat next to him, "Fingal, is the 'stigma' on the back of your hand still there?"

"It's still there, but I really don't agree with its artistic style. I strongly suggest that the organizers of the Holy Grail War go to a body tattoo master class first." Finkel complained while staring at the bright red mark on the back of his hand with wide eyes. This thing appeared when he just arrived in Tokyo. At first he thought it was some kind of paint and planned to wash it off with water. As a result, a layer of old skin was almost peeled off to a bright red color, but the mark still stubbornly took root on the back of his hand.

"You can comment on the organizer's tattoo skills after you summon the Servant and the stigmata on his hand become the 'Command Seals'."

Angers glanced at his watch and said, "Remember not to forget the holy relics in your bag. When I come back, we will set out to the designated location to summon the servants."

"When you come back?"

"Norma gave me the location of my old friend. It's not far away." Angers pulled out the car keys. "Just sit in the car and don't move. I'll be back in a little while."

Fingel looked at the receding figure of Ange in a dark suit, who quickly disappeared into the vast night market like an ethereal shadow. The owner of the Word Spirit "Time Zero" came and went without a trace, and could wander around the world freely.

All he could do was huddle in his seat in his shabby combat uniform, listening to the host of the car radio telling hellish jokes while counting sheep out of boredom, like a defeated dog abandoned in a sea of people.

However, until the crowds disappeared and the night market became quiet, Angers did not come back.

"Huh?" Finkel looked up in surprise. He suddenly heard that the clear broadcast voice was no longer coming from the car radio, but the noisy sound of poor signal.

As he scanned the streets, he also discovered that the night market around the Maserati seemed to be covered by a filter from the ancient Edo period. The flashing neon lights were nowhere to be seen, but instead, there were shabby, paint-chipped wooden signs with some crooked, illegible old characters written on them.

Something is wrong! The wind is blowing hard!

Finger's nerves tensed up instantly, and his body bounced up from the passenger seat like a spring, and he jumped to the driver's seat, ready to start the car and drive away. His fingers quickly touched the keyhole, but suddenly remembered that the car key had been pulled out by Principal Angers!
“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck…!”

Finkel reached under the steering wheel to find the wires of the ignition switch and tried to force start it, but Principal Angers's car was obviously not the traditional old car that appeared in the movies. It was equipped with an advanced ECU anti-theft system and even multiple anti-theft mechanisms. Without the chip of the car key for electronic matching, it could not be started even if the wiring was connected.

But this was no problem for Finkel, who possessed top-notch hacking skills. He took out the equipment and lines from his combat uniform and began to crack them by force. However, this process took a little time, so...

“Please spare my life, my dear men. Can you give me some mental preparation for surrender?” Finkel had a sad face. Just now, he glanced through the car window and found that there were quite a few black shadows approaching the Maserati. It was estimated that there were at least a hundred of them…

Damn! What kind of heaven-defying Nibelung is this? Why did they force the transfer of people and cars? People were sitting in the car, but bad luck fell from the sky!
"Is there anything I can use to give you first aid—"

Finkel flipped through his combat uniform backpack with sweat on his forehead. Among the fancy guns and ammunition, there was only a black box lying quietly at the bottom.

He hurriedly opened it and found that it was a piece of ancient Hydra's skin. According to Principal Ange, this thing was purchased from Greece and has a very high collection value. It is the skin left by the nine-headed Hydra killed by Hercules. It was specially used as a holy relic in this Holy Grail War.

Finkel's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the last straw, and he held the remains in both hands, muttering: "Well... Hercules, please bless me, Finkel, to escape and move forward! May I have good fortune and endless encounters with beautiful women——"

In a hurry, Finkel even forgot to say the proper summoning words for the heroic spirit. He just started trying to make a wish and summon the spirit with nonsense, as if he was burning incense and praying to Buddha for God's blessing.

But somehow, the shadows that were about to surround them all subconsciously retreated at the last step, as if they had sensed some invisible deterrent force. A huge aura poured down from the roof of the Maserati, like a mountain pressing down from nowhere.

"Trench!?"

Finkel felt the car body shake violently, and then the roof of the Maserati was pierced through in an instant. A majestic man with a height of more than two meters and five and bulging bones fell heavily from the hole in the roof. He pushed the car away casually, tore it into two halves like a toy, and stood in front of Finkel, who looked like a petrified man.

"Archer, Hercules, obey the call."

After saying that, Hercules' eyes noticed the dark shadows around him. He casually took out a bow and drew his arrow.

Boom!

Several arrows flew in all directions, like heavy cluster bombs thrown down, instantly destroying groups of black shadows and setting off a sonic storm that lasted for several kilometers!

(End of this chapter)