Identify the representative of the class of contrasts in all worlds, I am the sun

Dozens of monsters and evil spirits pounced on them!

"I'm so annoyed, stop howling," the man said with an unhappy look on his face. With a wave of his hand, the figure in the sky fell directly to the ground and turned into meat paste.

Blood splattered on Orlando's face, and he didn't even put his hands down...

He stood there in a daze, his body swept by endless coldness, and his eyes began to tremble unconsciously.

The next moment, the man actually put the long sword into his mouth and started chewing it in front of everyone!

As he ate, he sighed, "This texture could indeed be a fake of a Noble Phantasm, but it still feels a bit like a toy."

....silence

Both Orlando and Assassin on the other side were staring blankly at the man in front of them.

This man...

No, this isn't a human, nor is it a Heroic Spirit...

He is something in a more alien dimension...

That's a monster in human skin!!!

The next moment, the man swallowed his Noble Phantasm, raised his hands, and said enthusiastically, "I'm late in introducing myself~ My beloved~"

Although the man didn't specify it, everyone knew he was talking to Assassin.

The man knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully. "My name is Zesta. As a Master, I will acknowledge everything you have done, even as a non-human Dead Apostle."

"The person who took everything from you!"

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In the Ten Thousand Worlds, everyone's scalp was numb with shock at this scene.

Swallowing a Noble Phantasm... Are Dead Apostles really such freaks?

Everyone roared, "How can a Master like you be more powerful than a Heroic Spirit?!"

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ps: Believers~~guess who's next on stage.

Chapter 134: Fran (Da's Fear, Brother, Are You So Brave?!

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"My name is Jesta Kaltulei"

"As a Master, I will acknowledge everything about you. As a non-human Dead Apostle, I will take everything from you."

Although Zesta bowed respectfully, his words and tone were cold and terrifying.

At this moment, Assassin froze in place, the word "Dead Apostle" appearing in her mind.

Dead Apostle... That guy is actually a Dead Apostle... Did he say Dead Apostle?

Could it be the destroyer passed down from that tradition...?

Ancient images flashed through Assassin's mind, memories of the Dead Apostles.

Dead Apostles——Whenever there is a war with heretics, there will be monsters that do not care about their faction and only know how to kill.

According to the records of the tradition... at the time of the first great war, a monster appeared with countless wild beasts bred in its body, and it slaughtered the entire desert.

During the second war, different monsters appeared and wreaked havoc for three days and three nights.

During the third war, other monsters appeared, but they were defeated by generals from both camps.

Those who bring death in vain... These are the monsters called Dead Apostles.

"That's my Master..." Assassin muttered in disbelief, sweat on his forehead.

Impossible, I clearly took care of him at that time!

As if he could see what Assassin was thinking, Zesta patted his chest and laughed, "This heart still remembers... The touch of those hands made me feel like I was being kissed passionately. How could I possibly forget!"

"That was truly heartbreaking. The shock of dying once even made me change my expression."

So... Assassin looked at his own hands. Was it because he had received the magic power from this monster that he still existed?

Did I...use the magic of an evil monster to imitate the skills of our great ancestors?

Nausea, retching, collapse, countless negative emotions flooded Assassin's heart, and her eyes were filled with deep fatigue and self-blame.

I was so immature that I didn't even notice this.

Looking at the inexplicable atmosphere in the field, Orlando and his group frowned. What on earth is going on with these two people?

The next moment, Assassin's figure rushed towards Zesta's figure like a streak of light.

The terrifying magic power gathered, and Assassin's face was revealed, with endless murderous intent in that delicate and cold face!

At least destroy the monster in front of you and get rid of your own pollution!

The next moment, Zesta's lips curled up, and his voice, like a divine command, reached Assassin's heart.

"I command you with the Command Spell to move as far away from this city as possible."

No no no no——!!! Kill this guy!!!

Assassin roared, swinging his arm to deliver a final blow.

"Bang——" Her body spread out like foam and completely disappeared from the spot.

And from beginning to end, Zesta had a faint smile on his face.

He reached out and caught Assassin's tears, tasting them in his mouth.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Great! This is exactly what it tastes like! That's it, just give in to me completely!!"

Zesta held his forehead with one hand and laughed loudly towards the sky.

For a moment, the whole hall was filled with this perverted and terrifying laughter. Orlando and others did not dare to take action before they had found out the opponent's strength.

Zesta laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He exhaled deeply and looked at everyone in the hall with a playful look, "Huh... This is what they call a handover, right?"

"I need the Holy Grail, too. So, what do you say? Can you just die quickly, blood bags?"

On the other hand, Alexander was already immersed in joy, and seemed to not care about his Master's life or death at all.

He slapped the table, shook his body, and laughed, "Is it a vampire?! Is this true? Hahahahahahahahahaha, this is really getting funnier and funnier!"

"As a script, isn't this filled with too many absurd elements?"

In a trance, Alexander remembered the vampire teacher he met before he was alive——~

"Hahahahahahaha, never mind, never mind. I'm just a cheering spectator this time. Brother, you must survive!"

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[A Certain Magical Index World - Hatsuharu Shikiri: "Oh, so the Dead Apostles are the vampires we know as vampires? How terrifying! Why do such things exist in this world?"]

Fate World - Ishtar: "Eh! A Dead Apostle? I think the smell is even worse than that Elle's. And this guy is a complete pervert!"

[JOJO World - Dio: "What do you know! Only by not being human can you become an ultimate creature! I have already stopped being human!"]

[Naruto World - Orochimaru: "Powerful combat power, judging from his current performance, seems to be even stronger than the Heroic Spirits. Is this a Dead Apostle? He can be immortal as long as he drinks blood. Interesting, really interesting. The existence of the Ten Thousand Worlds is really fascinating."]

[Demon Slayer: Shinobu Kocho: "It seems like he's a demon who has conquered the sun. I wonder if poison will work."]

A Wonderful World—Sato Kazuma: "Hey, hey, hey! Shouldn't we be concerned about Director Orlando and the others right now? It feels like the odds are stacked against us."

Aqua: "Awful World!" A mere vampire, a piece of trash at the bottom of the undead tribe. If I spray him with water, he'll be gone!

[Gintama World - Sakata Gintoki: "Haha, everyone can brag, why don't you do it yourself?"]

Aqua: "Spray me if you want! I'm the goddess of water! Who can have more water than me?"

[Magic Index World——Blue Hair: "Uh... are you talking about the same thing?"]

In the Myriad Worlds

Everyone twitched their lips, no longer paying attention to the comment section which was gradually becoming sour, and instead looked at the two teams confronting each other on the screen.

On one side were thirty 'monsters' holding Noble Phantasms, and on the other side were true monsters—Dead Apostles!

Everyone recalled the battle just now and analyzed the combat power.

From the battle between Assassin and Orlando just now, everyone clearly realized that the so-called full-member Noble Phantasms were not very powerful.

At least that's the case in this battle.

In this battle of the 'Per Capita Divine Cup', those soldiers who had not yet mastered the Noble Phantasm did seem somewhat powerless, and could only simply rely on the magic power contained in the Noble Phantasm itself to attack and defend.

Instead of having corresponding skills like other heroic spirits.

From this point of view, it is like a child holding a pistol. The deterrent power of the pistol itself is indeed there, but everyone knows that the child will not use it.

Even if it was launched by accident, it would miss the target, and this was after the battle with Assassin.

The caster from Orlando was still on his way to the theater. Well, he met the wrong person.

On the other side was the simple and clear party, the Dead Apostle—Zestha.

He is immortal and possesses physical qualities that seem to surpass those of a Heroic Spirit. Judging from the magical support he provides to Assassin, he is also a terrifying magician, at least a high-level magician of the color level.

Moreover, the other party was even so confident that he directly teleported his heroic spirit away, leaving himself to deal with this army of fake heroic spirits.

Should we say that the other party is arrogant or that their strength is there for all to see?

Isn't Zesta afraid that the caster will suddenly attack him?

For a moment, everyone became extremely interested in the upcoming battle.

As it stands now, there are only two possibilities for this battle.

Orlando's side was destroyed. Another possibility was that Caster arrived in time, bringing the battlefield to a subtle peace point, and finally both sides ended the fight peacefully.

After all, if Orlando died, Caster would not survive, not to mention the Holy Grail.

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Magical Index World

The safest place in the world - Academy City

Props organization

"Ahhh! How could there be a monster like this? I really don't want anyone to encounter it."

The petite blonde girl looked frightened, covering her eyes and not daring to look at Zesta on the screen.

Compared to the Heroic Masters of that world, these people with super powers are simply fish at the mercy of others.

But fortunately, there are only people with super powers in my world, so I am very safe.

As she spoke, the girl shook the hem of her skirt, and suddenly there was a tinkling sound. Hmm~ I feel relieved~

Franda patted her chest and comforted herself.

The thought of a body being cut off sounds scary. Even Franda couldn't bear to look at such a thing.

So you must cherish your life in the future! And Mugino will definitely protect her~~

Fran thought so.

"...I don't want the relationship between master and servant to be so bad," said Mai Ye Shenli with a gloomy face.

The scene of Zesta's heart being ripped out kept appearing in his mind.

Zesta could tolerate such a rebellious subordinate because he was perverted enough, and more importantly, the other party would not die, so he could indulge himself as much as he wanted.

But I can't... Mai Ye Shenli's cold and gloomy eyes swept back and forth among the people in the room.

Kinuhata's favorite, Takitsubo Rikou...and Flandre.

Mai Ye Shenli finally fixed his gaze on Franda, his gloomy eyes constantly looking at the other's body, and a faint smell of burning emerged in the air.

"Hmm? Is something burned?" Franda smelled the smell and muttered to herself in confusion.

Is she hallucinating?

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