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

"My brother has arrived," the pale knight said softly.

"War has come."

220. War and Hercules

At this moment, approximately twenty kilometers away from the coordinates of Dongjiang, in the center of Xueyuan City...

A servant with blood-red skin, covered by long fur that obscured his head, and wielding a massive longbow, silently lowered his hand.

A moment later, he coldly said to a man in a black suit next to him.

"The attack failed and was blocked."

"Then continue the attack!" the man replied in an equally cold voice.

His name is Bazdilot Cortiglio, a Master, but at this point, his identity and dreams are no longer important.

The moment Dongjiang unleashed his wrath without restraint, he knew that only by defeating him could he continue pursuing his dreams and plans.

Of course, the most important person is Faldius. When these American magicians, who are nominally the leaders of the group, went to capture the other party's Master, they made a request to him, hoping that he would immediately take action to subdue them after their negotiations failed.

The servant before him was Hagrid... no, at this moment, he should be calling himself Alcides.

That was the childhood name of the great hero Hercules, or rather, his real name before he changed it to Hercules (Hercules) to please Hera.

Corrupted and tainted, the hero transformed from Archer into Avenger, losing his divinity and the Twelve Trials' Noble Phantasm, but gaining the Noble Phantasm of Devouring and Seizing the Spirit Origins of Other Servants—The Usurper of the Heavenly Wind.

For some reason, he was Archer in another world and obtained this Noble Phantasm named Pandora. But just as that, now as an Avenger, he seems to have obtained the 'Twelve Trials' Noble Phantasm, which he shouldn't have had, as if to make up for it.

This is a huge improvement!

Although possessing the Twelve Trials Noble Phantasm is largely a flag, since according to the principle of Chekhov's gun, when a Servant has a Noble Phantasm that can revive, he is bound to be killed several times.

Bazdilot was not a Christian and had little knowledge of the Bible.

Therefore, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Hercules, who could easily defeat gods in mythology, should be superior to a saint of God!

With a terrifying sound that tore through the air, the second and third arrows were fired.

A matching booming sound came from the sky.

It sounded like artillery, or bullets or bombs, getting closer and closer, more and more urgent.

"He's here," Alcádez said in a deep voice.

The next moment, Bazdilot saw it, or rather, everyone in the entire Snowfield City center who had the leisure to look up at that moment saw it!

That is something that even a concealment technique buried deep within the city for a long time cannot hide.

That was a figure riding a red warhorse, existing silently in the sky. Blood flowed down his red robe, and he carried an enormous skull sword on his back. The mane of his warhorse billowed like flames, its skin flowed like lava, and its hooves burned continuously.

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They wanted to save them, but the very object of the calamity made them hesitate.

So the priest, representing the will of the Church, knocked on the saint's door.

After passing through the corridor littered with the remnants of suffering, Father Hansa, wearing an eye patch, took several deep breaths before mustering all his courage and pushing open the door.

Inside the room were a girl sleeping soundly in a hospital bed, a doctor, an ordinary saint, a pale knight, and a half-dead demon.

After a moment of stunned silence, Father Hansa bowed respectfully to Tsurugi, then raised his head and said softly.

“I urge you, great saint. My name is Hansa Sevantis, the overseer of the Church of the Holy See residing in this city.”

He paused, glanced at the bright red holy mark on the back of Qiu Chun's hand, and said softly.

“I think you are indeed not this little girl’s servant.”

"Disappointed?" Tsugumi looked at the priest, whose entire body was over 80% modified into machines, with great interest and chuckled.

"You who aspire to be the sword of God, are you disappointed to see that the greatest representative of divine punishment on earth is actually like this?"

Father Hansa was silent for a moment, then exhaled softly and said quietly.

"I can't lie to you anymore; I am indeed somewhat disappointed..."

"Ha, disappointment is just right! Aspiration is the furthest distance from understanding." Tsurue spread her hands.

"Even the gods you worship, when you get close to them, are not as inviolable as you imagine."

Hansa remained silent. From afar outside the window came screams of agony, the sound of someone screaming. He had just walked down the street and witnessed countless people transformed into cruel beasts, hunting and devouring one another. Thinking of this, he clenched his fists slightly and pleaded.

“Holy people of the Lord, please have mercy and forgive these people, they... should not pay the price for the sins of others.”

“I know those people deserve to go to hell forever, but among those you are punishing are many innocent people who are trying to live their lives.”

“If Peter were here, he would be very disappointed in you.” Tsurugi didn’t directly address his request, but looked into his eyes and smiled.

“Your church now lacks both compassion and firmness, and has instead adopted a lot of cruelty and compromise from those magicians.”

"As expected, the church, tainted by worldly affairs and no longer able to receive the will of the gods, was destined to fall into such a state. In that case, what reason do you have to exist?"

"Not to mention educating the world, you don't even have the ability to witness evil and punish it! What face do you have to call yourselves shepherds?"

Hansa's body trembled uncontrollably. In this mundane world, few people had the right to refute the conclusion of the person before them. Precisely because it was the truth, Hansa felt sorrow and intense self-torment.

"But ultimately, those from the previous generation only had the mission of laying the foundation; they weren't obligated to bear the consequences for those who came after them," Tsurugi shrugged.

"Alright, let their plague end here. It was just a prelude anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wailing outside quickly stopped, but it was replaced by deeper and more painful wails and screams.

For those trapped in this insane virus, the pain of waking up and realizing the magnitude of their sins may be worse than remaining in this state of confusion.

Father Hansa looked pleading and hesitant. As a member of the church, he had countless questions he wanted to ask the saint who was so close to the Lord, but he couldn't bring himself to speak them.

But he could sense that Tsuruga still had some goodwill towards the Church of Christ—at least compared to the goodwill towards the Magic Association and the United States.

Perhaps it's because, although their organization has come close to depravity, there are still some good people worth saving.

"If you do this, you'll incur everyone's hostility," Hansa kindly advised.

He hoped that Dongjiang could go to Rome with him, to focus on the Life-Drawing Ones, the Book Club Forum, and every update of "Crossing the Heavens, Can You Be Smarter Than Me?". He wanted to teach them the true meaning of the Lord at the heart of the Holy Church, and then, with the Church's power, even if it meant launching another Crusade, to atone for their sins.

Tsugumi shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"I know that in the end everyone will gang up on me anyway, so I don't care..."

As they were talking, a sharp arrow, like a missile, shot towards Dongjiang from twenty kilometers away, just as he was about to reach the hospital!

A shell falling from the sky shattered the long-range sniping attempt.

Tsurugi raised his head and looked at the sky, as did Hansa. They both felt a scorching and frenzied aura that made their souls feel as cold as if they were frozen!

"My brother has arrived," the pale knight said softly.

"War has come."

220. War and Hercules

At this moment, approximately twenty kilometers away from the coordinates of Dongjiang, in the center of Xueyuan City...

A servant with blood-red skin, covered by long fur that obscured his head, and wielding a massive longbow, silently lowered his hand.

A moment later, he coldly said to a man in a black suit next to him.

"The attack failed and was blocked."

"Then continue the attack!" the man replied in an equally cold voice.

His name is Bazdilot Cortiglio, a Master, but at this point, his identity and dreams are no longer important.

The moment Dongjiang unleashed his wrath without restraint, he knew that only by defeating him could he continue pursuing his dreams and plans.

Of course, the most important person is Faldius. When these American magicians, who are nominally the leaders of the group, went to capture the other party's Master, they made a request to him, hoping that he would immediately take action to subdue them after their negotiations failed.

The servant before him was Hagrid... no, at this moment, he should be calling himself Alcides.

That was the childhood name of the great hero Hercules, or rather, his real name before he changed it to Hercules (Hercules) to please Hera.

Corrupted and tainted, the hero transformed from Archer into Avenger, losing his divinity and the Twelve Trials' Noble Phantasm, but gaining the Noble Phantasm of Devouring and Seizing the Spirit Origins of Other Servants—The Usurper of the Heavenly Wind.

For some reason, he was Archer in another world and obtained this Noble Phantasm named Pandora. But just as that, now as an Avenger, he seems to have obtained the 'Twelve Trials' Noble Phantasm, which he shouldn't have had, as if to make up for it.

This is a huge improvement!

Although possessing the Twelve Trials Noble Phantasm is largely a flag, since according to the principle of Chekhov's gun, when a Servant has a Noble Phantasm that can revive, he is bound to be killed several times.

Bazdilot was not a Christian and had little knowledge of the Bible.

Therefore, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Hercules, who could easily defeat gods in mythology, should be superior to a saint of God!

With a terrifying sound that tore through the air, the second and third arrows were fired.

A matching booming sound came from the sky.

It sounded like artillery, or bullets or bombs, getting closer and closer, more and more urgent.

"He's here," Alcádez said in a deep voice.

The next moment, Bazdilot saw it, or rather, everyone in the entire Snowfield City center who had the leisure to look up at that moment saw it!

That is something that even a concealment technique buried deep within the city for a long time cannot hide.

That was a figure riding a red warhorse, existing silently in the sky. Blood flowed down his red robe, and he carried an enormous skull sword on his back. The mane of his warhorse billowed like flames, its skin flowed like lava, and its hooves burned continuously.

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Hellfire.

He looks like an incredibly powerful warrior!

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"Is that an enemy's Servant?"

Bazdilot's phone rang. He looked at Faldius's name lit up on the screen, and before answering, he asked...

“…No.” Alcides said softly, but he gripped his bow tighter.

"If I had to put it in a way... it's closer to being a god!"

"God? A real god?"

"No, it is an existence from another world. It is the will of this world's concepts that descended to another world. It is not a god in the conventional sense, but it can exercise the same power as the gods."

As Alcides spoke, the scarlet knight on the red horse raised his hand, and Faldius's desperate shout came from the other end of the phone.