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The lead pardoner's expression changed, and he shouted sternly, "This is Kazdel's internal affair! It has nothing to do with you outsiders! Get out of here immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

"So much nonsense."

Mei's voice turned cold. She gently pressed down on the braid in front of her chest, and a powerful aura burst forth from her body. "You have no right to talk about 'politeness' to someone who has turned their swords against their comrades."

In response to the pardoner's warning, Rin Tohsaka delivered a merciless blow.

“Gandr!”

A solid black magic bullet shot from her fingertip, striking precisely at the feet of a pardoner and shattering a small patch of rubble. This ignited the flames of war.

"on!"

The leader of the pardoners roared, and all the men in black immediately raised their weapons and charged towards the crowd.

The battle broke out instantly.

"You scum, now you see the value of this gem!"

Rin Tohsaka nimbly leaped backward, creating distance, and hurled the gem between her fingers like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the air.

"Feuer!"

"Aqua!"

"Wind!"

Crimson flames, icy torrents, and raging winds—three different types of magical attacks bombarded the Pardoners' formation from various angles, instantly disrupting their rhythm.

"That's it?"

Mei's figure had already transformed into a streak of purple lightning, cutting in from the flank of the Pardoner formation.

With each swing of her katana, a blinding flash of lightning appeared. Wherever the blade passed, the weapons of several pardoners were instantly severed, and the powerful electric current traveled through the metal, causing them to feel numb all over.

Don't underestimate us!

Kitagawa Kaimu shouted, and his body transformed amidst lightning.

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A lightning queen form, almost identical to Mei's, appeared on the other side. Wielding a katana also made of lightning, she launched a pincer attack on the pardoners in a wilder and more unrestrained manner, in coordination with Mei's attacks.

"Wow, that's amazing... Mei and Marin are both so amazing!"

Kanae Butterfly's eyes sparkled with amazement, but her hands did not stop moving at all.

"Flower Breathing Fourth Form: Red Flower Robe!"

Her figure was like a fluttering butterfly, nimbly weaving through the chaotic battlefield. Each swing of her Nichirin Blade seemed to be entwined with countless swirling petals, skillfully parrying all attacks aimed at her comrades and creating the most favorable conditions for Rin's long-range bombardment and Mei and the others' close-range assaults.

Gu Ye stood in the center of the battlefield, his stand-in "Weather Forecast" already appearing behind him, controlling the airflow in the room.

Unseen gusts of wind pressure appeared out of nowhere, sometimes causing the pardoners to stumble and sometimes deflecting their attacks. Their precise control over the field left the pardoners extremely frustrated.

On the other side, under the gentle healing light of the Sword Saintess, the deep, bone-revealing wound on W's back was healing at a visible speed.

A warm energy flowed through her body, dispelling the biting cold and pulling her out of that near-death weakness.

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Looking at his comrades who were risking their lives for him, W felt a surge of complex and intense emotions for the first time in his heart, which had long been filled with hatred and despair.

"Your injury has basically stabilized, but you still need to rest."

The Sword Saintess's voice was gentle yet firm.

W slowly pushed away the Sword Saintess's supporting hand and struggled to stand up.

Her face was still pale, but a fire reignited in her eyes—a mad fire mixed with hatred and determination.

"Rest?"

She chuckled, her voice hoarse yet full of strength, "That won't do..."

She stretched out her hands, and dark red Originium Arts light gathered in her palms.

"How could I... let my guest enjoy the 'fireworks show' all by himself?"

The next second, sticky bombs flashing with dangerous red light quickly took shape in her hands.

Without the slightest hesitation, she forcefully hurled these newly made "toys" toward the area where the pardoners were most concentrated.

"Here you go, you bastards! This is a gift from Theresa's mercenaries to welcome you!"

boom! boom! boom!

Violent explosions rang out one after another, and the powerful shockwaves and flying shrapnel instantly tore apart the formation of the Pardoners, creating an opening for Mei and the others to attack.

"Damn it! Just who are these guys?!"

A pardoner dodged a jewel shot with a clumsy gait; his cloak was already burned to tatters.

"Their teamwork is too seamless! There's simply no way to find a breakthrough!"

Another pardoner who tried to get close to Kanae Butterfly was completely outmaneuvered by the girl's ghostly movements and couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

The head pardoner's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Watching their own men fall one by one, while the enemy didn't even have a single wounded, and even the Sarkaz mercenary who was originally on the verge of death rejoined the battle.

He knew that if the fighting continued, his entire squad would be wiped out here.

The mission has failed... We must retreat immediately and bring the intelligence back to His Highness the Regent.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and let out a sharp whistle.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

Upon hearing the order, the remaining pardoners immediately abandoned the fight. While parrying the attacks with their weapons, they quickly retreated, picked up a few of their still-mobile comrades from the ground, and rushed out of the door without lingering. In an instant, they disappeared into the deep darkness of the Tower of Babel's corridors.

"stop!"

The cool voice wasn't loud, causing Rin Tohsaka and Mei Raiden, who were about to give chase, to stop in their tracks simultaneously.

"Leave them alone."

Gu Ye's voice was calm; he didn't even turn around to look at the group of pardoners who had fled.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, first landing on W, who was being supported by the Sword Saintess, then glancing at the gradually cooling body of the Demon King on the ground, and finally meeting the gaze of Kal'tsit, who stood guard in front of the stretcher with a cold expression.

Kal'tsit's green eyes were sharp as knives as she scrutinized the mysterious boy who had suddenly appeared.

In that moment of deathly silence, Gu Ye broke the silence.

He deliberately raised his voice to make sure everyone present, especially W and Kal'tsit, could hear him clearly.

Do you want her to come back to life?

Those words clearly reached everyone's ears.

W's body jolted violently. She stiffly raised her head, her already dull red eyes fixed on Gu Ye, her pupils shrinking to two small dots in extreme shock.

"What did you say?"

Kitagawa Kaimu blurted out the question instinctively, her voice trembling.

"What a joke!"

Rin Tohsaka was the first to express disbelief. She frowned her delicate eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and said, "How can a dead person come back to life?"

“Miss Rin is right. Even the powers of a Herrscher cannot reverse death.”

Mei's expression was equally solemn, and her eyes were full of confusion as she looked at Gu Ye.

Only the Sword Saintess, upon hearing these words, showed no doubt in her eyes; instead, a light mixed with awe and anticipation shone forth.

The agent of God... indeed, he possesses power unimaginable to mortals.

However, all of this discussion pales in comparison to W's next move.

"you……"

W's lips trembled as she tried to make sure she hadn't misheard, but she was also afraid that it was just a hallucination she was having as she was on the verge of collapse.

Gu Ye did not answer, but simply looked at her calmly.

That calm became the force that broke W's last psychological defense.

Hope, like the most potent poison, was instantly injected into her long-parched heart.

She abruptly broke free from the Sword Saintess's support, stumbled towards Gu Ye, and then, without hesitation, knelt heavily on her knees. The cold ground slammed against her knees with a dull thud.

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"I do! I do!"

She screamed incoherently, raising her face, stained with blood and tears, and gazing up at Gu Ye with a frantic devotion, "If only you could bring Her Highness back to life... my life, my body, everything I have is yours! You can do whatever you want! Please! Please save her!"

Kal'tsit's brow furrowed even more.

She finally saw the boy's face clearly.

That face gave her an extremely distant yet vague sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it deep in some forgotten archive.

But what the other person said made her feel an unprecedented sense of absurdity and vigilance.

Resurrection? What exactly are they trying to achieve with this trick?

"I can't guarantee that it will definitely succeed."

Gu Ye finally spoke again, giving an ambiguous answer.

"no problem, no problem!"

W, as if grasping at a last straw, shook his head frantically and kowtowed humbly, pleading, "As long as there's a sliver of hope! Please, please do your best! I beg you!"

Her forehead struck the hard floor, and blood quickly seeped out, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.

Looking at her like this, Gu Ye nodded slightly, which was taken as his agreement.

Then, he bypassed W, who was kneeling on the ground, and strode toward Theresa, who was lying in a pool of blood.

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"stop."

A cold voice rang out, and Kal'tsit stepped forward, standing between Gu Ye and Theresa like the most loyal guard.

Behind her was the unconscious doctor.

"I don't care who you are, or how you got here in a way we can't understand."

Kal'tsit stared directly at Gu Ye with her green eyes, her tone devoid of any emotion, "However, I will absolutely not allow anyone to perform this so-called 'resurrection ritual' of unknown origin and purpose in front of the Doctor."

"This could pose unpredictable risks to him."

She added that her words were filled with the unquestionable professionalism and stubbornness characteristic of doctors.

Kal'tsit's eyes were fixed on Gu Ye, and her words, with their metallic coldness, echoed in the empty room.

Gu Ye stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look at Kal'tsit, but turned his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on Theresa's pale and serene face.

"I'll say it again, stop right there."

Kal'tsit's voice carried a hint of warning.

Gu Ye finally reacted. He sighed softly, as if annoyed by the troublesome task he had to do.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry humanoid silhouette made of blue and white clouds quietly appeared behind him.

That is "weather forecast".

The moment the stand-in appeared, an indescribable sense of oppression spread out from Gu Ye.

The air in the room, which had been still, began to flow wildly, blowing everyone's hair and clothes.

Fine dust began to fall from the cracks in the ceiling caused by the battle, and even faint, ominous blue flashes of electricity danced between the metal supports.

The entire interior of the Tower of Babel seemed to have transformed into a massive, high-pressure gas cylinder about to explode.

“I have no intention of being your enemy, Dr. Kal'tsit.”