I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"This is actually a pretty good relic."

Looking at the mysterious emerald stele that he had recreated using time reversal on the original basis, Lei Zhe nodded in satisfaction and then stored it in his space.

Then, shifting the perspective from the perspective of piercing through the timeline to other branch parallel universes, infiltrating and observing the intelligence there, and then began to communicate with his avatars.

On July 19, 1209, in another parallel world, Lisette was nearly defiled by the Crusaders when her avatar arrived and saved them.

There is also a better timeline, in which Villard, who traveled from the future due to the influence of the Eye of Calamity, saved Liselotte, who did not become a witch.

However, in order to help Liselotte completely break free, Reiji's intervention in time takes precedence over Villard's passive time travel.

Because of Reiji's interference, Lizzet did not meet Willard later in life, so there was no possibility that Willard would go back in time to save Lizzet; the person in that timeline was still Reiji's avatar.

Although Reiji took Willard's actions a little more seriously, the man as a whole seemed too incompetent.

Those who have played the game before think that this is the worst-developed character. In the early stages, when he taught the protagonist a lesson in the dream of the Eye of the Cat, people thought he was a tragic hero or tyrant who had been through many hardships.

Combined with the description of "piercing prisoners" in the game, it is easy to associate this with the historical prototype of this person (namely "Piercing Duke" Vlad III).

However, his performance in this story was truly astonishing. He relied on the Eye of Zed to gain an unfair advantage in battle, his domestic affairs were a complete mess, and he ultimately met his demise in a very casual way.

His experiences in this story are completely unsupported by his world-destroying ideals. Reiji feels like a delusional middle-aged man having a fit of madness... completely lacking the heroic qualities of his historical counterpart.

It's unclear why this witch, Liselotte, was attracted to the other party's ideas about 'human love', which are similar to those in the Type-Moon universe.

"It wasn't easy to bring together all the parallel timelines for you..."

Rezer manipulated time to carry out his work, and in order to help Liselotte completely free herself from this world that was so hostile to her, he had to admit that this job was really difficult.

If he only helps Lizzie and ignores Lizzielot, then Reiji can accomplish it very easily.

However, he needed the witch, and he needed Liselotte, who was his familiar, so he had to use a roundabout method to subtly and deceptively rewrite and interfere with the original history.

In most parallel worlds on the same day, month, and year, the poor child Lygate suffered inhuman torture at the hands of the Crusaders and, on the verge of death, was given the Void Stone by the dark magician Michel Maxmillion.

Therefore, Lizzie's magic teacher is one of Reiji's important points of arrangement. In addition to Lizzie's original experience, the other party is also one of the important factors that led to the birth of the witch.

Although Lei Zhe could create millions of those Void Magic Stones at will, the karma of this world that they carried could only be found in the other party's possession.

"Yes, the plan is working without any problems. Let's start from this initial cause and effect."

After calculating the timeline and other timelines himself, Lei Zhe had completely finalized his plan.

"【Form (Yetzirah)】"

The power of words, like a death pact, resonates across various parallel timelines in this world. The formation of the divine spear, which occupies the highest position of spirit or godhood, is enough to burn away the souls that watch it.

"【The Holy Covenant: The Spear of Destiny (Longinuslanze Testament)】"

The golden spear, gleaming like the finest work of art, was free of rust and flaws. As its master's strength increased, this holy spear, a symbol of death, also possessed a supermassive mass on a cosmic scale.

His golden eyes began to deepen, twinkling with starlight and brilliance. His wife, Euclid Wood-Helseys, could interfere with and rewrite the lines of fate, and he was no exception.

Raising his hand, he lifted the Holy Lance towards the empty void. In the same place across various parallel timelines, Razer performed the same action, the spear tip gleaming with a cold light thrusting forward.

"Click——"

Unheard in reality, a cracking sound rang out from a more ethereal place, as Raize destroyed the predetermined destiny of a certain girl.

Moreover, even parallel timelines are affected by this. Disrupting such a massive timeline of destiny causes the entire world to seem to pause for a moment in a realm unseen by ordinary people.

A furious backlash struck Rezhe, and Lizziet, the most important factor in driving historical change in this world, was destroyed by Rezhe.

The malign bugs generated by the world's flow naturally followed the traces of Razer's destruction and attacked him, only to be killed by Razer after a quick glance and another shot.

"The world doesn't even have diversity, so who cares about you? We'll eat you up after this is over."

With a disdainful glance at the sky above Bézier, Rezé did not retract the holy lance in his hand. After carefully observing the completely disordered fate lines, he nodded in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the lord of Bezier, who had just finished a battle, noticed a man sitting on the rooftop while resting. The man's clothes were strange but neat, and he seemed completely out of place in this world.

When Rezel pulled out the Holy Lance, the spell that had made him appear less noticeable was also dispelled, and Rezel's appearance, demeanor, and attire were all too eye-catching.

His long, golden hair was perfectly styled, possessing an unusual beauty. Although the other person had a noble appearance and demeanor, the old lord Per immediately recognized him as a warrior!

But overall, there's a strange, inexplicable feeling about it.

Especially the golden spear in his hand, which resembled a priceless work of art... or a lance?

Its design is unusual and eye-catching. Its spearhead is not a short blade, but more than a meter long, like a luxurious and ornate knight's longsword.

The eerie, blood-red color and flowing surface of the crimson gun handle, as if alive, resembled two intertwined snakes with a double helix structure.

The end of the gun barrel is a cross-shaped breech, which looks extremely solemn.

The entire extraordinary golden spear was a full three meters long. In Lord Bézier's eyes, it was not a weapon that could be used on the battlefield, but rather some kind of expensive work of art for appreciation.

Although Reiji's restraint would not affect ordinary people, Lord Per still felt an inexplicable pressure and despair as he stared at the spear.

But unlike ordinary people, Lord Per, a veteran of the battlefield, felt that the other party had a kind of quality that attracted him inexplicably, and it was precisely because of this that he became interested in the man who was looking up at the sky in a daze.

After all, this city would be engulfed in war in the next few days, and that was all he knew.

He didn't even consider what kind of spy this person was, since their demeanor and appearance were not suited for the job.

Thinking this, the old lord Per stepped forward and looked up at the man on the roof.

"Sir...it's not good for someone to sit alone in a place like this."

Lord Per, whose face was aged but whose spirit was high, took the initiative to speak, but he also spoke the truth, since it was indeed a bit impolite to sit on someone else's roof.

Moreover, the way the other party is carrying a weapon might lead the archers on the watchtower to mistake it for an enemy and attack them directly.

Hearing the voice, Lei Zhe raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't care that his spell had failed and he looked down at the old soldier below with a calm gaze.

As the lord of this city, he always wore armor that was only one or two layers longer than that of ordinary soldiers, and the scars and damage on it showed that the lord had been through many battles.

But ultimately, he was getting old. A lord who was still fighting at this age could not exert half the fighting power he had when he was young.

"Anyway, this place is about to be ravaged by war, so there's no point in staying here."

Rezer flashed and jumped directly in front of the other party. To Lord Per, who was determined to defend the city to the death, he said something that was both impolite and realistic: even if he did not do well, it would be meaningless in the end, wouldn't it?

The old lord raised an eyebrow at Lei Zhe's agile movements, becoming more certain of his guess. He also got a closer look at the spear in Lei Zhe's hand.

This incredibly long and artistically designed golden spear—could it be made of gold? After all, it's so dazzling and captivating.

Even as his own soul trembled, the old lord could not resist the allure of this soul, and in doing so, he became even more interested in this man.

After all, the spear fits perfectly in the other person's hands, as if it were a piece of a puzzle, as if its owner should be a man of extraordinary bearing.

"Since you know this place will be affected by the war, why did you still come here?"

The old lord could tell that Razer was an outsider; after all, such a conspicuous and memorable man would be known throughout the city within a day.

So, without any malice, he asked the mysterious man a question. Looking at the man who was already covered in signs of death, Lei Zhe revealed his purpose without any concealment.

"Just to keep a promise, I saved a girl in the midst of war."

To save a girl because of a promise? Was there a pact between you and someone to protect someone else?

"Then you'll have to put in a lot more effort. We only have less than a thousand people on our side, while the Crusaders number in the hundreds of thousands. The enemy will arrive here soon to attack the city. It won't be easy for you to protect one person in this kind of war."

The old lord smiled and spoke words that were for Rezhe's own good.

After all, a man with an extraordinary and conspicuous demeanor, wielding a spear that could arouse greed in others, would certainly attract the enemy's attention in the midst of war.

If you're going to protect someone, you should at least choose someone with an ordinary appearance and low profile, otherwise the man's situation will be extremely dangerous.

"You're already at retirement age, and you're still worried about me?"

Rezhe looked at the old lord before him, who possessed the unwavering spirit of a warrior and dared to look directly at him, drawn by the holy spear, with a hint of admiration in the depths of his eyes, and uttered words that sounded like rudeness and offense.

"Hahaha, I do have little time left in my life, but I don't want to die a rotten death. I've always enjoyed the burning sensation of battle; it gives me the feeling of being young."

Old Lord Per laughed heartily at Rez's provocative words. He was a lord and a warrior, and he didn't want to die a rotten death. Dying on the battlefield to protect the city would be a good ending for him.

He spoke to Lei Zhe out of curiosity, as he could already sense the unmistakable aura of a superior being emanating from the other man, an aura far surpassing that of his own lord status.

On the two streets, the old general pointed towards the area near the city wall and invited Lei Zhe with a smile:

"Want to grab a drink and chat, young man?"

“I have no interest in cheap, low-quality liquor, old man.”

Rezhe glanced at the soldiers drinking herbal wine that wouldn't make them drunk, showing absolutely no interest.

Per was slightly surprised by Rez's frank words. The old lord was even more pleased that the other party was indeed a very interesting person.

"I really like it."

The old lord genuinely loved the wines and spirits produced in his own territory.

"Heh, it seems you're prepared to defend the city to the death on the battlefield. Let me offer you a drink before you die, so you'll at least know what fine wine is."

Lei Zhe chuckled and said that he had already foreseen the man's fate, but also admired his choice. He took out two palm-sized steel liquor canisters from his pocket, opened them, took a sip each, and then tossed them to the man.

The old lord raised an eyebrow and nimbly caught the jar that the other party threw at him. Hearing that it contained fine wine or something, Per also looked down at the small steel jar and was inwardly amazed.

This craftsmanship is quite remarkable. Per became even more curious about Reiji's background, but he didn't bother to ask any further questions.

Taking a deep sniff of that incredible aroma, even the old lord felt that the wine in his own territory couldn't compare at all.

"Both bottles contain alcohol, but drinking before a battle is a major taboo. One bottle can make you drunk, and the other can make you more and more sober the more you drink."

Lei Zhe chuckled and explained the purpose of the two bottles of fine wine to the other party.

The old lord was also surprised to hear this. After looking him over a few times, he stroked his beard and smiled:

"I've never heard of a drink that makes you more sober the more you drink it."

After saying that, Per followed Reiji's example and started drinking first. The moment the wine entered his mouth, his eyes widened.

After his tongue tasted the wonderful flavor of the wine, it slid down his throat and into his stomach before he could savor it properly. The warmth that instantly spread from his stomach to his limbs made him feel...

"Ah~~, that feels so good!"

With his face flushed from the alcohol, Per, after drinking his fill, was in high spirits and let out a loud shout.

After eagerly drinking another cup of fine wine, he felt a refreshing coolness that rushed from his spine to his brain, sweeping away the previous intoxication and fatigue.

"Do you feel satisfied to drink such fine wine in the final battle of your life?"

"Hahaha, that's certainly true. As a martial artist, I walk the path of death. To be able to drink such fine wine in my final battle is quite a blessing!"

The old lord continued to drink his wine, laughing arrogantly. The sword on his body would not be wielded to protect his own life.

Regardless of the outcome, even knowing it would mean certain death, he wanted to buy time for the people to escape.