Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Stop having unrealistic fantasies!" Scott raised his hand, signaling the employees to get to work.

"You should be grateful that I'm blocking your door!"

"Brothers, let's get him!"

In the blink of an eye, the armor worn by the employees was crushed.

'Clang!'

The employees were stunned as they stared at the shattered equipment scattered all over the floor.

Yan Huan said helplessly:

"Honestly, you are very brave."

"???" The employees, now only wearing their underwear, panicked and quickly retreated.

"Commissioner Scott, you never said the opponent was that strong."

Are you using us as cannon fodder?

Seeing his colleagues cower in fear, Scott said with exasperation:

"You bunch of bastards, the fight hasn't even started yet! What are you afraid of!"

"Hey, don't go!"

Watching his colleagues scatter and flee, Scott couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Now, he's all alone.

Yan Huan stared straight at him:

"Since you've come here, it means you've already summoned a Heroic Spirit, right?"

"Where is your Heroic Spirit? Let me see what you look like. Are you human, or are there really Heroic Spirits that look like mud?"

"Get lost!" Scott turned and ran. "You just wait, I'll come back for you later!"

"Huh? I agreed to let you leave?"

In an instant, Yan Huan appeared in front of Scott.

Scott was completely stunned, and his legs almost gave way, causing him to fall over.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing? Trying to hit someone in a dream?"

He pointed at Yan Huan and said nervously:

"Let me tell you, if you come any closer, I'm calling the hounds. You think they won't come and get you?"

"Come on, you've already participated in the Holy Grail War." Yan Huan shrugged.

"Violence is perfectly permitted according to the rules. Weren't you the one who tried to hit me just now?"

"Since you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, it's good that we have one less opponent later on."

“Despicable! Shameless!” Scott shouted as he backed away.

"Assassin! I'm about to lose control, come help me!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a whooshing sound came from the sky.

"Ok?"

Yan Huan looked up and saw many sparks flying as they fell rapidly.

'Bang--!!'

Amidst the flames, a large number of members of the Dream Troupe landed, surrounding Yan Huan.

Looking at these red TV-like figures, bubble dogs, and Sulda gorillas, Scott suddenly felt incredibly proud again.

"Haha, Assassin, your support came at just the right time!"

A voice rang out in the air: "Ready to film anytime! My producer!"

"A blood-soaked, interstellar hack-and-slash comedy, Action!"

At the command of the enemy's servant, the strange Dream Troupe swarmed forward.

Yan Huan stared at the faces on the red television screen, feeling that they looked somewhat familiar.

"Wait, why put Scott's face on the screen?"

Yan Huan grabbed a man who was rushing towards her with a television set, swung him around, and smashed down a large group of enemies.

“Show me some respect! This is a precious part of me!” Scott yelled.

"That's too abstract." Yan Huan grabbed the arm of the red TV-like figure and swung it like a whirlwind, sending the other enemies flying.

Meanwhile, the sound of air being torn apart echoed continuously as countless dream troupes landed.

“These extras will keep performing forever until I yell ‘Cut’!” Greedy shouted.

As the Dream Theater Company grew larger and larger, Scott's nose practically reached for the sky:

"Heh heh ha ha ha, I'll either beat you to death or exhaust you to death!"

At the same time, an unfamiliar voice came from a towering neon billboard in the distance:

"It's really unbearable."

"Outsiders are actually waging the Holy Grail War? This isn't the future world, it's practically the end of the world."

Upon hearing this, Scott quickly looked up:

"You bastard, who are you?"

The blue-haired man standing on the billboard looked down at the advertising board and said:

"Watch closely, you clueless idiot."

"In times like these, you should...do this!"

In an instant, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the red spear he summoned.

"Huh?" Yan Huan, who was swinging the TV, was also stunned for a moment. After glancing at the blue-haired man high up, she quickly jumped away.

A burst of red light erupted, and the spear, carrying terrifying power, flew out like a cannonball, its air blast alone sending debris flying everywhere.

'Whoosh—'

'Boom!!'

A violent explosion rang out, and the Dream Theater Troupe, which had a radius of ten miles, was engulfed in red light, their bodies completely dissipating.

"..."

Scott stood there, stunned, staring at the scene before him.

"What about those javelins? Why was the area cleared?"

The blue-haired man jumped down from the height, a wicked smile curving his lips.

Scott stared wide-eyed at the strange man:

"Could it be... could it be that you're a servant summoned by this guy?!"

"Assassin...Quick, quick, think of something!"

Greta's voice rang in Scott's ears:

"Someone's trying to sabotage things. Producer, direct confrontation isn't my forte."

"This guy causing trouble on set is obviously not someone to mess with. While he's distracting that Master, let's take off on our noble legs and run!"

The next moment, Scott's body turned transparent and disappeared.

Seeing this, the blue-haired man couldn't help but tease:

"Tsk, so they've made the Master a spirit too? The Assassin class always seems to have some unpleasant abilities."

"So, you are my servant?" Yan Huan's eyes lit up.

"Ha, sorry, I'm not your servant." The blue-haired man turned around, looked at Yan Huan standing there, and said with a faint smile:

“You can call me Lancer, of course, that’s not my real name.”

"However, you're about to quit this game, so my real name isn't of any value to you."

"?" Yan Huan was completely dumbfounded when she saw the Lancer pointing a red spear at her.

"Why is everyone hitting me first?"

Chapter 1514 What did you summon?

"Goodbye, Master who cannot summon Servants!"

Seeing that the blue-haired man was about to attack, Yan Huan shrugged, too lazy to dodge anymore.

Without Servants, what's the point of this Holy Grail War? They might as well just withdraw and watch from the sidelines.

Just as the red spear was about to pierce Yan Huan's chest, a sudden gust of wind swept in.

"Huh?" Lancer quickly swung his spear to the side, narrowly blocking a slash from a black and red longsword.

In an instant, the black sword, carrying a violent force, sent Lancer flying hundreds of meters.

"Tsk... How could it be you!"

After Lancer landed, she stared at the servant in the black dress, her brows furrowed.

"What a terrible reunion..."

"Oh? You know me?"

A girl with golden-gray hair held a dark longsword, her golden eyes looking at Lancer with a mocking gaze.

"Unfortunately, I have no recollection of this nobody."

"..." Staring at the eerie black aura emanating from the girl, Lancer sheathed his spear, abandoning any intention to attack, and shouted to Yan Huan behind him:

"You should be very happy, kid, you've won the lottery!"