Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Slaughter, tearing, devouring!

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This is probably what hell looks like.

This escalating disaster instantly shattered the hopes of all other Servants and Masters for peace and safety, forcing them to expose themselves to fight against these sudden mad dogs!

Inside the largest casino in Snowfield City, Gilgamesh, with a sour face, unleashed a barrage of Noble Phantasms, stringing those who tried to pounce on him together like candied hawthorns.

"How dare you disturb my entertainment with such a tasteless virus..."

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, but even more so with genuine fear.

That thing is completely different from the one he had when he met with his best friend last night!

If last night's was merely an unconscious conceptual manifestation, a self-disciplined product that was similar to Gaia's tentacles but fundamentally different, then today's 'plague' is completely different!

The pure concept polymer has become an existence with self and control, and it can even be said that it has been elevated from a 'phenomenon' to a god.

"My King, please save us..." Tiny cried out to Gilgamesh for help, looking at the frenzied crowd.

"Tini, don't say things that put me in such a difficult position!"

The young girl Master's proposal to Gilgamesh for help was resolutely rejected by him.

"This city, no, this country is beyond saving! If you still have people, tell them to leave this country as soon as possible. Although I hate to say this, a disaster equivalent to divine punishment is something that mortals absolutely cannot solve!"

Gilgamesh rarely says "I can't," but if he says it, then he definitely can't do it!

“Divine punishment…” Tini murmured, her face pale.

"Is the end of the world really coming?"

"Who knows..." Gilgamesh said coldly, watching the green light slowly dissipate in the distance.

"Hahahaha, how pathetic, how pathetic!"

Jesta looked at the snow-covered city, now ravaged by the apocalypse, and burst into a mocking and delightful laugh.

"Humans are indeed foolish and unaware of their own ignorance! How dare they offend such a sacred thing! They deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Tsugumi blinked, looking at this clown-like disciple fawning over her, and tilted her head.

"So, you're trying to please me because you think I'll come to believe that you Dead Apostles are a better species that should replace humans as the primates?"

“We are not perfect, but we are willing to serve a noble being like you, who is on par with our divine ancestor Zhu Yue,” Jesta bowed respectfully.

"Before the new divine age you seek to establish, we, the Night Families, are willing to offer everything, just to gain your favor!"

“But you’re not just transformed from humans, you eat people too,” Tsugumi said, stroking her chin.

"Although I'm a saint who wouldn't even blink at billions of people, I'll still intervene when I see other creatures eating people in front of me~~~ Besides, are you and Arcueid, or rather Arcueid Luigi, the same species?"

"Aren't you vampires just counterfeit products? Or at best, leftover scraps? Why do you think I'll let you off the hook when I'm judging all of humanity?"

"I want to talk, and I want to talk to the true ancestors who don't need to eat people, to those who are capable of improving themselves and are innocent, about whether they have the right and value to live. You? Before you change your evil habit of eating people, why should I make you my subordinates? Why should I protect and acknowledge you?"

He looked at Jesta, crossed his legs, and said mockingly.

"Indeed, I have many demons and devils under my command, but at least they are not half-baked, are they? Whether they eat people or not is a matter of their character, not a matter of survival. As for you... hehe, being neither here nor there is what makes people the most uncomfortable."

Jesta's expression stiffened, then he forced a smile.

Oh, that great saint

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Are you planning to purify me with the legendary, true light of heaven? Then I would truly be honored.

"Oh, it's not that bad." Tsurugi waved his hand and laughed, "You respect me, so I'll respect you in return."

"Alright, I'll give you a chance." Tsugumi held up her finger.

"I heard you think you can hold your own against the people from the Burial Agency? I happen to have one here. I wonder how capable you are. If you can outrun her for ten minutes, no, three minutes, I'll let you go, how about that?"

Jesta opened his mouth slightly, wondering when he had ever been so arrogant as to utter such nonsense.

Having said that, Tsugumi snapped her fingers and began summoning her demon-slaying angels.

Then, regardless of what Hier was doing, they forced her online!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

With stunning special effects, a dazzling, golden female angel suddenly appeared before everyone, her magnificent holy light and captivating figure enough to draw everyone's attention.

Hiel was stunned for a second, then the originally noble and aloof face of the exorcising angel suddenly crumbled after locking onto what was in front of her.

After all, she saw a living Dead Apostle. Without Tsurugi saying anything, her expression instantly turned furious. Like an Amazonian warrior, she gathered a spear of light and threw it at him!

Inhuman, vile creature, die!!!

"Alright, the rabbit hunt begins now!" Tsurugi clapped his hands, laughing as he watched the screaming Dead Apostle flee in a sorry state, while his little demon-slaying angel chased after him like a wild dog.

Five seconds later, she returned, holding nothing but a handful of white ash, and looked at Tsurugi with an indescribable expression.

You called me here specifically for this kind of trash?

I thought he was an Ancestor. Although this level 7 Dead Apostle is not weak among Dead Apostles, he is less than a stray dog ​​to Hierer. He doesn't even have a Blood Ring, so he doesn't deserve to be specially sent by the Burial Agency!

"You're... starting again?" Hiel looked around, seemingly understanding something, and sighed with a complicated expression.

"Eek! Senior Hiel, these fierce-looking police officers say they're taking me to Loli Island, please help me!"

Looking at Tsugumi speaking in a disgusting tone, Hiel's eyelids twitched several more times. He took a deep breath.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Alright, you can handle these notes and any potential trouble. I'm too lazy to do anything more," Tsugumi shrugged.

"Whether you kill me or something else is your decision. As for me—once I've made a promise, it's not good to just kill you directly."

"Although I want to kill them all right now, we agreed on three days, so we have to wait three days!"

Having said that, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, disappearing into the horizon after several refractions in the air.

Meanwhile, inside the Xueyuan City Hospital...

American official magician Faldius was sitting in his black luxury car, sweating profusely!

How could this happen? Why did things suddenly turn out this way?

It was his idea to send someone to capture Tsugumi 'Master'.

After they discovered information about the Servant who called himself a saint, they sent Orlando to make contact with him, while they themselves led a group to meet the Servant's Master.

As soon as they stepped into the hospital, they received an invisible warning.

'Daughters of Adam, do not approach! If you enter into them, you will be committing blasphemy!'

But how could they possibly listen to that?

This is America! It's always the FBI who open the door, how could someone else be warning them not to go in?

It's truly reversing the Heavenly Gang!

We must strike hard! We must delve deep into the infinite treasures of the heavens!

The official American magicians, thinking this way, completely disregarded the warning, regarding it as nothing more than a Servant's nonsensical threat!

Besides, what's so scary about Servants? They're just a bunch of old things that have long since vanished into the past! The world belongs to them, to the great United States of America!

They planned to directly seize the Master of the Servant who dared to bare her teeth at America, and then use her to threaten or even enslave that Servant.

What God, what saint? We Americans are all saints favored by God! In America, you're nothing but a...

Then—they entered it and subsequently encountered a vision that Faldius could not comprehend.

They were initially bewildered, then an indescribable look of terror appeared on their faces, and then they all collapsed, their souls suddenly leaving their bodies.

Then, their bodies emitted inhuman howls, and then their bodies twisted into a shape that would terrify Faldius!

Bones, flesh, bones, a human tree with organs turned inside out, a harp with nerves pulled out to be used as strings, eyes sewn shut, nostrils plugged, mouth closed with only a small hole, a suffocated person with limbs cut off.

Right now, the hospital corridors are filled with these kinds of things!

What exactly happened to them in that short period of time?!

"They've gone to hell~~~~" Francesca, standing next to Faldius, was sipping a small cup of chiffon cake with a tiny spoon, watching Faldius with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

“Literal meaning.” Francesca scooped up a spoonful of cake, looking at the solidified cream on top as if it were something that pleased her, and chuckled.

"Their souls had just left their bodies and entered a 'hell.' There, they endured torment and pain for an extended period of time that the human spirit could not bear, before being returned to their bodies."

"But the human body, soul, and spirit are an inseparable structure. When the soul and spirit are distorted by horrific suffering, how can the body not change?"

She stirred the small cake in her hands as if she were stirring someone's soul and body, speaking with an unusually pleasant tone.

"Ultimately, the trial hasn't even begun, and their bodies haven't yet reached the point of hell. So they'll only be tormented here, their souls and spirits."

"Ha, he really is both well-mannered and compassionate, Yege!"

"Where is the mercy in this?!" Faldius clenched his fists and hissed.

Francesca looked at him with amusement. In every sense, this so-called conspiracy behind the Holy Grail War was the most ridiculous conspiracy she had ever seen. No ability, no foundation, no experience—even his Servant was just a lowly assassin.

And most importantly, this person doesn't really have any bad intentions, but he has a talent that is even more terrifying than the Tohsaka family: he will definitely mess things up!

Such a person wouldn't be a mastermind on stage, but would be exceptionally qualified as a clown. Indeed, the stage needs clowns to highlight the acting skills of the protagonists and villains.

219. Day One Comes to an End

"Faldius, have you ever considered that if heaven and hell truly existed in this world, would humanity still have the audacity to commit evil without restraint?"

Francesca looked at the sweating, shrouded-in-black-clad man and asked with a grin.

"Huh?" Faldius turned to look at Francesca, who had asked the strange question, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and said...

Are you trying to say that the saint was right?

“Right or wrong, right and wrong in this world have always been judged by the size of the fist,” Francesca said leisurely.

"If God really has a heavenly army, do you think anyone would dare to blow up the Vatican? If hell really exists, would magicians like you and those extravagant and licentious nobles have the guts to commit so many sins?"

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