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

"Just in case, let me ask you something. Aren't you going to call the Servant who gave you the Noble Phantasm?"

Zesta scoffed at the embarrassed crowd.

Orlando and the others gasped and looked at the figure with difficulty, since the guy said, "Can you please die quickly, blood bags?"

No matter what kind of attacks they launched, he never moved from his position!

Even if they just waved their hands, they would be busy defending against the opponent's random attacks!

On the upper floors, soldiers armed with bows and arrows aimed at the opponent's heart, and three arrows turned into streams of light and flew straight into Zesta's heart.

That’s right, since the opponent is immortal, he must be dealt fatal damage!

However, facing these fierce arrows, Zesta didn't even move, he just watched quietly.

In the end, the arrow that originally emitted divine light gradually dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary arrow. It didn't even touch the opponent's suit and was directly bounced away.

Seeing Zesta like this, the archer holding the giant axe rushed up again in disbelief, but in just a moment he flew out like a cannonball!

The enormous force even knocked away the soldiers holding shields behind him!

In less than a moment, the hall was reduced to a mess. Orlando and others looked at the man's figure and felt fear in their hearts.

Until now, they...

Even against the extraordinary Heroic Spirits, they could still fight. However, facing the monsters called Dead Apostles, which should have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, they were helpless...

Inside the arena, soldiers armed with spears charged forward once more, their powerful airflow even blowing the floor away. However, facing this attack, Zesta merely raised an eyebrow and extended his index finger.

The spear gradually bent under the immense force, and then Zesta flicked it lightly, and the spear instantly turned into flying debris and dissipated.

monster....

Dead Apostle...what kind of monster is this!!!

The next moment, Zesta chuckled, casually lifted the sofa, turned it into a plaything, and aimed it at Orlando.

"Sad, how sad! Even if you try your best, you can't touch me. Just let me devour you, and then accept your Command Seals. My body can be used by two, no... even five Heroic Spirits..."

Zesta paused as he suddenly felt the warm liquid flowing down his back.

No, there was no need to sense it at all; just by the smell he knew it was coffee. Zesta turned around in surprise.

"Isn't it said that it is untouchable? Can't this be touched by coffee?" Hansa said with a chuckle, holding a cup of coffee.

"The supervisor of the Holy Grail War?" Zesta's eyes suddenly darkened, but then he returned to normal and sighed sadly, "How sad! I heard that we participated in this Holy Grail War without the Church's intervention."

"As a result, the city also begged the church..."

The next moment, the warm coffee blocked Jesta's foul mouth!

"You talk too much nonsense, you idiot!"

Hansa frowned and said coldly.

】

In the Ten Thousand Worlds, everyone was stunned.

Then he started asking if coffee could ward off vampires?

After receiving the denial, everyone couldn't help but retreat tactically.

Cao, brother, have you always been this brave? ! !

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P.S.: Flanda-chan will not die from being cut in half.

Chapter 135: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger! Gilgamesh's Sharp Commentary on the Dead Apostles! The Difficult Bankai!

Seeing that Zesta's anger was diverted from beating everyone, everyone was stunned.

That person is... the priest from before?!

So he hasn't left yet? So that means this priest was drinking coffee all the time while Orlando and the others were fighting?!

No, it turns out that the other party has always been so brave?

Orlando and the others who are holding treasures are about to be beaten half to death. What's the point of you rushing forward?

Thousands of miles to send someone's head?

Or is it to protect his rights as a priest?

[Gintama World - Sakata Gintoki: "Hmm... everyone burst into laughter, yes"]

[Naruto World - Haruno Sakura: "Is this eyepatch guy crazy? Didn't he see that no one touched the clothes of that Dead Apostle?"]

[Fallen Angel World——Gabriel: "Haha, you're a priest with a monthly salary of 3,000, why are you risking your life, idiot?"]

[A Wonderful World—Eris: "Ah, have all the angels become like this now?!"]

..........

Type-Moon World

The Fourth World War

The Tosaka Family

"Priest vs. Dead Apostles...?" A stern figure appeared in Tohsaka Tokiomi's mind.

Isn’t his apprentice Kotomine Kirei a priest?

As for Kotomine Kirei's strength, Tōsaka Tokiomi was not quite sure. He only knew that his disciple was the most outstanding among the agents.

And he is also slightly proficient in Bajiquan.

Everything else seems pretty normal?

However, Tōsaka Tokiomi knew very well that his apprentice could not defeat the Heroic Spirit, so the Dead Apostle was greater than the ordinary Heroic Spirit and greater than the Agent?

How reckless.

Tōsaka Tokiomi gracefully swirled the wine glass in his hand, remaining calm.

He seemed to have seen the results.

..........

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"Hansa Serbandis...are you still there? What do you mean?"

Orlando, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, was stunned when he saw such a brave priest.

The other party is...done with his brain damage from drinking coffee?

"The situation is not good, Chief. As your supervisor, I would like to give you some advice so that you can live longer," Hansa said calmly.

"To deal with Dead Apostles of this level, one either needs blessed weapons, or possesses Mystic Eyes or a beast-transformation singularity, or simply a high-level magus. Without these, they are invincible."

He slowly explained his reasoning, "It's not that you're immature, but rather that the disparity between your personalities is too great. Honestly, I think you did a great job facing the Heroic Spirit just now. I saw a fantastic battle."

As Hansa finished speaking, Zesta's expression gradually darkened. "It seems you still know something about Dead Apostles."

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In the Myriad Worlds

Everyone also got the answer from Hansa.

So that's why. It's not just because Orlando is too weak, but fundamentally, they have no way to deal with the Dead Apostles!

Simply put, if a person who can only be harmed by magic is attacked by a person who only knows how to use force, he will be exhausted but will not be able to hurt the other person at all.

Of course, except for things like star explosions, if the world is gone, the person will definitely not be able to survive.

.........

Demon World

"I see. Is it just like the Nichirin Sword from our world?"

Tanjiro suddenly realized that it was just like the ghost he and his sister had encountered before. However, even though he chopped off the ghost's head with an axe, the ghost was still not hurt.

Now it seems that the reason is that we haven't found the right thing to restrain the other party.

"Since this priest has taken action, he must have a weapon that can restrain this guy!"

There was a hint of disgust and fear in Tanjiro's words.

His mother, brothers and sisters all died because of demons, and Nezuko also became like this because of demons.

What will happen to this world if the ghosts in their world are no longer afraid of the sun like the man on the screen?

Tanjiro shuddered. He wanted to think about it, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Get stronger—get stronger!

Only by becoming stronger can we prevent tragedy!!!

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"So, what do you mean?" Seeing the white suit stained with a large stain, Zesta looked coldly at the priest in front of him.

"I invite you to suck the blood of these civil servants instead," Hansa gestured.

"Ha...hahahahahahahahahaha! Really? I see, so that's it, you treated me!"

As they spoke, they both burst into laughter. The next moment, Zesta's expression suddenly became gloomy and ferocious.

The eyes filled with endless murderous intent fixed on Hansa, "This is clearly the free coffee at the front desk!"

"Boom--!!!" The sofa in Zesta's hand turned into a stream of light and approached the priest.

However, facing this terrifying attack, Hansa did not intend to dodge. His reaction was equally terrifying. He kicked the sofa vertically to the ceiling!

There was a loud bang, and a moment later, there was a sound of shattering from the ceiling. The sofa was deeply embedded in the ceiling of the third floor, which was dozens of meters high.

....Are you kidding me?!

Whether it was Orlando, the strengthened soldiers, or even Zesta, who had thrown the sofa himself, they all stood there in a daze.

This is simply not something that humans can achieve!

Just now, Orlando thought that the priest would be crushed into a pulp by this horrible blow, but the situation now is completely different!

"What..." Just when Zesta was still shocked that his attack was easily blocked, a powerful punch suddenly hit his face!

In an instant, accompanied by a loud bang, Zesta's cheek twisted instantly, and then turned into a stream of light and quickly crashed into the wall behind everyone!

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In the Myriad Worlds

The pupils of most of the audience suddenly shrank. No way, bro, you are so awesome?! !

Just now he was beating up Orlando, and now the arrogant Dead Apostle Zesta has been beaten up by you again?!

I get it, the big guys always appear at the end, right?

In the Ten Thousand Worlds, although a small number of strong people are not interested in the opponent's powerlessness, they find the opponent's image of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger interesting.

No wonder so many people like to dress up as pigs, it really feels good!

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Hansa shook his palm and looked helplessly at Zesta in the deep pit. "I thought I could blow your head off. What a win!"

Orlando, watching this sudden turn of events, couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

"Consider it a handover. I will destroy that guy," Hansa's tone was so calm, as if he was just throwing away a piece of garbage.

"I was careless, I was really careless... Hahahaha!" As Hansa expected, this punch was just an insignificant injury to Zesta.

What really made the other party angry was the embarrassment of being beaten away.

"I'm making this statement! I was careless! Is this what they call arrogance?" Zesta said, laughing to himself. "The poison that shortens the lifespan of the strong is arrogance. So it's true!"

"Don't be so modest. You're not careless at all. You always give your all. I respect you very much. You're amazing."

In the deep pit, Zesta was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Unpleasant, very unpleasant, Father... Are you an agent?"

The so-called Agents are those who claim to carry out divine power and punishment to eliminate demons and dead apostles.

"Ah? The agent is currently taking a break. Today I'm here as the supervisor."