He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

Olga Marie was startled upon hearing this and turned to Maris Billy, "Father, the territory is sealed off."

They arrived so quickly? The clock tower isn't usually this efficient when she's handling things.

Has the mess my father made gotten into really gotten out of hand?

"I understand. Who came?"

"The Clone Squad directly under the monarch of the Law and Politics Department, the Sealing Designation Bureau Squad led by Bazett Macremis, and various models of Golems..."

A gathering of wise men and women.

"It seems I have no choice but to make a trip."

They are about to face a tough joint interrogation, or to put it bluntly, an interrogation.

Such an extravagant display is truly unbearable for some monarchs.

But Maris Billy remained nonchalant, making one wonder if he was a bot.

In fact, the clock tower's reaction was not surprising at all.

Think about it carefully. When they hold meetings, even just to discuss the redevelopment plan for the Albion Tomb, there are always people who make excuses and use the excuse of "shaking the foundation of the association" to hold each other back and drag things down.

It was even common for the aristocratic faction and the democratic faction to attack each other.

However, once it comes to tangible benefits, they immediately swarm like a school of sharks that have smelled blood, rushing to join in and becoming more and more eager than the last.

When Kenneth, the Lord of the Minerals Department, died in the Fourth Fuyuki Holy Grail War, the Lord's family was in dire straits, and many greedy eyes came upon hearing the news.

Now, another monarchical family—the Animusfia—is facing serious questioning and may even be convicted. How much property and heritage can they take advantage of this opportunity to seize?

It's like a whale fall giving rise to all things!

Alas! The truth about the Clock Tower, the very center of the grand world of Western magic, is actually like this!

Oh, it's always been like this? Never mind then.

Book 1: Chapter 37 New Cellmates! A Premier Seat in the Nibelungen!

"You all get ready. We'll go to headquarters with them in a bit. I'll be there shortly after."

After saying that, Maris Billy went straight back to his room and closed the door again.

After careful consideration of my impending imprisonment, I realized that with my personal freedom restricted, the actions I could take would be extremely limited.

To execute the exposed plan, whose extent is unknown, and to fulfill the Animusfia family's millennia-old wish and ultimate task, "Grand Order," will be fraught with difficulties.

Fortunately, he discovered that the dedicated communication line installed within the manor had not yet been cut off...

These colleagues at headquarters still don't value technology at all.

If Lord El-Melloi II were in charge, that man would certainly not overlook such details.

However, it is unlikely that El-Melloi II would lead the team, as his influence at the top level is still too small compared to other monarchs from prestigious families with a thousand-year history.

That's perfect, now we have the only way to break the deadlock.

Maris Billy thought to himself that as long as the executors outside were contacted and arranged, it wouldn't really matter whether he was there or not.

Opening the hidden drawer compartment revealed seven or eight lists of contacts.

Marisbury glanced at the screen and dialed one of the numbers. "Hello? Beryl Gat, if I remember correctly, you should be a half-elf..."

[Oh my! Mr. Maris Billy actually had the time to contact me personally?]

A flippant young male voice came from the other end of the microphone.

My mother is indeed a fairy, but I don't get along with that old witch at all! Before I left home that last time, I blinded her!

Lord, you've got another commission this time, haven't you? Hey, don't tell me it really involves the old witch.

"Don't worry, what I'm going to do doesn't require fairies. Rather, it's the kind of work you're most interested in—murder. To put it dramatically, it might be the largest murder case in human history."

[Oh? The master actually said it himself! That makes me really interested! If things go well, I might even offer to help for free!]

"Yes, you can rest assured about that."

"Beryl, as a half-elf, you should be familiar with the deepest 'elf realm' beneath the Spirit Tomb Albion, right?"

“That’s the surface of this planet, the closest point to the ‘Star Soul’. I need you to go there and retrieve a crucial item, deliver it to America, and then…”

……

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was still raining in Nibelungen, but the raindrops quickly dissipated into invisible water vapor, because the air was filled with the thick, scorching smoke of gunpowder, and everywhere was filled with rising heat.

The dense, surging black shadows raced wildly through the flames, only to be met by a powerful stream of light from a magical artifact descending from the sky. The area covered by its firepower was so vast that it was impossible to dodge it in a short time.

The terrifying magic caused the Noble Phantasm "Ammunition" to explode, generating massive amounts of heat and violent impact, tearing the unfortunate enemy figure in front of it into pieces like fragile pieces of paper.

Then, the rising flames purified everything.

At this time, Lu Ming and his scattered group of beautiful girls had been fighting a fierce battle in the medical institution for a long time.

The flames of war gradually spread from the entrance hall to the desolate countryside. Time passed unnoticed, yet the place remained surprisingly resilient.

Of course, this refers to the enemy's offensive being very strong.

"Strange, something's not right about this situation."

Lu Ming stared at Artilleryman Ishtar loading his weapons and firing, muttering to himself:

"Where on earth has Odin gone? We've been firing our cannons here until almost midnight, and he's still letting us deplete his weapon stockpile and army of heroes?"

He casually asked, "What's the consumption situation in the underground warehouse?"

Ishtar rubbed her aching lower back. "I took a look when I came back. We've already used up the supplies in Warehouse Number Four, and there's still a little over half left."

"Is that all?"

Lu Ming's gaze was solemn and filled with worry.

Not right.

Something's off, even down to nine out of ten.

In Lu Ming's mind, Odin was almost the embodiment of evil conspiracy, constantly plotting his earth-shattering scheme.

All the conspiracies, schemes, and evil experiments in the world total eight bushels, with Odin taking one bushel and everyone else owing Him two bushels!

Therefore, if Odin were to disappear without a trace at this moment, it would not mean that he had stopped his dirty schemes, but rather that he was brewing an even greater evil plan.

They even allowed Lu Ming and his men to consume the precious weapons that their own troops had painstakingly collected and crafted, leaving them to their own devices.

This is already a very big problem.

What a wicked and chilling plan it must be to tolerate them to this extent!

Odin is so wicked!

"No, the more I think about it, the more suspicious I feel! Odin is still plotting something..." Lu Ming paced back and forth anxiously.

"what?"

Ishtar, standing beside her, blinked wearily.

Today's battle was extremely intense, lasting almost from morning till night. She followed the gloomy woman around the ley line support for half a day, and now she was working as a gunner until the wee hours of the morning. It was the ultimate torture of working overtime.

Lu Ming, on the other hand, seemed to have inexhaustible physical strength.

He had fought Odin for an hour or so, bleeding and sweating, but now he was full of energy again, and even his rune level had been upgraded by a huge margin.

It's already past midnight, could this amazing person have come up with some new tricks this time?

"Ishtar, I ask you, do you truly have the resolve to fight Odin? Answer me, look me in the eye!"

"The answer is yes, so what are you planning to do now?"

“Let’s go! We need to investigate this area. Odin is definitely plotting something evil, and I need to find out any clues or traces.”

Without saying a word, Lu Ming pulled away the artilleryman Ishtar along with the projectile equipment next to him.

"Huh? No, they transferred me here. How are they going to guard the main gate?"

"Of course, it's because of the unbreakable bond of our team!" Lu Ming answered firmly. "Right, Ellie! Francesca!"

"I told you, we could hold this place even without Ishtar. Watch me upgrade its defenses to the level of a temple!"

As Ereshkigal spoke, she ignored Ishtar's angry glare.

"Keep it up, teacher! Hehe, the illusion runes are really useful! I've developed a brand new hypnotic play style. You can try it with me sometime!"

Francesca's statement doesn't seem very serious.

……

The investigation went too smoothly.

As soon as Lu Ming and his companion wandered to the hospital next to the medical facility, they encountered a man in a white suit.

Several figures in awkward positions were around the man, while a figure shrouded in black robes stood on a telephone pole in the distance.

Huh? Lu Ming immediately recognized it. Wasn't this exactly the same as the outfit of the shadowy figure under Odin?

"Ishtar, on command, fire all missiles!"

Archers, fire!

I can tell whether someone is a friend or an enemy!

Volume 1: Chapter 38 You look so much like a vampire, you must be Deadpool!

Let's go back to daytime that day.

Xueyuan City Central Hospital.

The Dead Apostle Jesta opened his mouth, his fangs biting open the warm neck.

After sucking enough blood, he lightly lifted his arm and threw the human corpse beside him in an arc, flinging it around a corner out of sight.

The corpse writhed unconsciously, like a stiff marionette.

"The 27th one, barely passable."

Jesta estimated his blood reserves after finishing the blood-drinking before he could barely feel at ease.

Originally, as the only Dead Apostle Master in the entire counterfeit Holy Grail War, he was the one who could withstand the most damage, even in the talent-rich Snowfield City.

Because his unique superhuman ability as a Dead Apostle, "Six-in-One Male Disguise," allows him to switch bodies and present different appearances.

(Her true form has never been revealed; she is known to be a woman named Dorothea.)

Furthermore, the health bars for these six different appearances are independent, which is equivalent to giving him six extra lives.

Even if you accidentally lose a few lives, you can immediately replenish them by taking someone else's heart.

Even Kakuzu from Naruto would be drooling with envy after watching this!

In addition, the Dead Apostles possess powerful mechanics:

It possesses a poison that negates human reason, rendering weapons used by humans ineffective.

Even if the "28 monsters" under Director Orlando's command wield Noble Phantasms, they cannot cause any harm, because they are still human.

Secondly, the curse of time reversal.

As long as there is enough blood in the body, the damage can be continuously repaired.

Powerful, invincible! Immortal!

...But the price was that they were completely suppressed by the Holy Church's sanctified armed forces.

Regarding the Type-Moon special attack mechanics.

"Tch, that priest named Hansa is really annoying."

Why would Jesta come to the hospital to steal bread rolls to replenish his blood?

It was because he had been beaten up by Father Hansa before.

Jesta, as the Master of the Assassins, is currently obsessed with the Servant she summoned—an unnamed female fanatic.

So a while ago, he followed the female fanatic like a stalker into the police station, easily outmaneuvering Chief Orlando and his "28-man monster" police force.

What was supposed to be a lighthearted and enjoyable game turned into a nightmare when a priest suddenly appeared and beat me up, draining my health and eventually blowing up one of my lives.

"Phew! Now, I'm finally back to normal."