Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 554 The Second Group of Servants Who Withdraw

Unfortunately, Byr's "empiricism" doesn't work here.

The grayish-white mist dissipated, revealing Klein inside, completely unharmed, not even his clothes covered in dust.

Because what he brought was just a historical projection, and after being instantly killed, the historical projection conveniently pulled out a new one.

No way, no way, there can't really be a way for fortune tellers to fight directly on the physical body, right?

“See?” Xing pointed at Klein.

"That's different," Bai E still refused to accept the so-called "no harm from smoke" law. "That clone from earlier was definitely dead."

"Hey, you dare talk back?" Xing raised her right hand, revealing a Command Spell. "Looks like I really need to control you."

Klein, who was standing still, moved his wrist and felt his body was a little stiff.

Larion's attack not only killed Klein's historical projection, but also affected Klein's main body through the connection between the projections.

That seemed to be some kind of attack specifically targeting diviners. If it weren't for Klein's Source Castle, Klein, who currently only possessed the rank, might have really suffered a bit from being caught off guard.

It's not impossible that he might even die once.

Both diviners and warriors represent rather extreme approaches.

The diviner himself is physically fragile. In terms of physical strength, the Fool of Sequence Zero may not be able to compare with the spectator of Sequence One.

Warriors, on the other hand, are a specialization in reality and melee combat. For high-sequence extraordinary individuals in the warrior path, their experience often translates into combat power itself.

Clearly, Larion is no stranger to dealing with fortune tellers.

That move just now seemed to be a special attack targeting diviners.

Klein glanced at the spot where Zarathustra's head had been; it was now empty.

It seems that it has also aged and evaporated.

Klein didn't know if this special attack skill targeting the diviner could work its magic to cut through the connection between the Heroic Spirit and the original body, but Klein hoped it could.

This will make it much easier to face Zarathustra's true form later.

“Very good, really.” Klein nodded approvingly, “but that’s enough.”

You can see that the massive Larion is still in the posture of dragging the sky down and slashing downwards.

He knelt on the ground, his hands seemingly holding an unseen heavy sword, making a downward slashing motion.

pat.

A drop of viscous liquid fell from the sky and landed on the uneven ground, corroding a hole the size of a fist.

Immediately afterwards, one drop of viscous liquid after another dripped down.

At this time, Larion's body was aging rapidly; his skin was soon covered with wrinkles, age spots, and oozing putrid fluid.

In just a few blinks, Larion aged to the point where he seemed to be about to vanish from the face of the earth.

This strike was an attack condensed from the "twilight" of His own life, a charge launched at the cost of the fall of an angel.

A true warrior does not retreat; he will only die on the path of the charge.

Of course, he would never mistake his own mother.

Soon, Larion's body completely collapsed, turning into a "rain of corrosion" that lasted only a few seconds.

Klein sensed it and realized that the information about the heroic spirit Medici, which he could vaguely see in the spirit world, had abruptly stopped just now.

With the death of its Master, Medici, the Servant, also faced the end of its own life.

However, this was not a big deal for Medici, because His true form was still alive, and the death of the Heroic Spirit only meant the return of a portion of His consciousness that had been dispersed.

However, this is indeed a good thing, as it means that the second combination to be eliminated in this Holy Grail War has emerged.

Looking at the ruins of Utopia, Klein sighed with regret.

This city was the tiny town of Miu that he had painstakingly built up... *smack*

A crisp finger snap sounded.

"I hope Utopia will return to how it was a day ago."

In an instant, a scene appeared as if time had reversed.

The ground is leveled, the houses are rebuilt, and one after another, self-aware duplexes reappear.

But soon, problems arose.

Most of the houses have gaps and signs of carbonization.

Klein frowned slightly at first, then quickly relaxed.

So that's it, it's because of Medici...

The principle behind rebuilding a city through miracles is similar to overwriting the current save file with the original one.

Medici is the unique King of Angels, and His existence cannot be overridden.

In other words, the damage created by Himself cannot be erased by Klein with just a single wish at this point.

Klein's temple throbbed.

Soon, he used the Faceless Man's power to squeeze a "well" shape into his temple to express his displeasure.

Looking up at the darkening sky, Klein pondered how to rebuild Utopia in just a few minutes.

Snapped.

Klein suddenly clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, and a light bulb appeared on his head.

Have it.

Klein casually removed the light bulb from his head and tossed it into the air.

The light bulb rapidly rose into the air, growing larger and larger until it transformed into a sphere of light.

It flew directly above the city center, illuminating the entire city like a sun.

Under the light, the damaged houses began to fill the gaps.

Since miracles are impossible, let's just use "recollection" to cover reality with real, tangible illusions.

The projection of the Source Castle appeared once again, this time floating above Utopia.

A grayish-white fog spread through the city, blurring the lines between the real and the fake.

To fool or deceive.

This is a deception achieved through the use of the Source Castle.

Once the fog dissipated, the entire city was completely restored.

"Alright, all done." Klein clapped his hands lightly.

After doing all this, the colors around Klein suddenly became more intense.

The reds are redder, the whites are whiter, and the blues are bluer.

Without Klein doing anything, he simply disappeared into the spirit world.

The surrounding environment flashed by, and strange-looking spirit creatures swam past Klein.

Suddenly, Klein seemed to hear something, stopped moving forward, and turned a corner.

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(End of this chapter)