Lu Mingfei is transforming into the final boss.

The police chief had become numb to the situation. What was the reason for the sudden explosion? Had new people joined the fight?

"What unsightly fireworks." The priest sipped his free coffee, observing the situation. It seemed similar to the previous storm; the user had deliberately limited the power and range to avoid harming others. Otherwise, an explosion of this scale would have affected them below to some extent with the shockwave. "To avoid hurting others, huh? What a kind fellow."

[Broken body temperature·Zabaniya]

"What kind of power is that?"

The woman in black robes crouched beside a supporting pillar. A large piece of solidified crystal extended from her right hand, blocking most of the power of the explosion. It was impossible to determine where the attack came from, to identify the attacker, or even whether it was a magician or a servant. All that was left was that the sudden explosion hit her face.

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, this explosion on her face wouldn't have been pleasant for her. No... an explosion on her face? Was it an attack that detonated based on the coordinates?

"It seems you have a very powerful magician providing you with magic power, enabling you to unleash your Noble Phantasms at such a frequency." The director drew his weapon, assuming a fighting stance and staring at the enemy before him.

"Magicians? I have no intention of serving magicians, nor do I crave the Holy Grail. I want to destroy the Holy Grail War itself." The woman in the black robe had her face obscured, so her expression was hidden, but the director could guess that it was probably anger.

"Don't talk nonsense. Without a supply of mana, using your Noble Phantasm so frequently would have made you disappear long ago." The police chief reminded her. Servants summoned by the Holy Grail War are generally unable to manifest independently. Even if they could, they couldn't release their Noble Phantasms at such a high frequency without other mana supplies.

"That's really impressive. I thought that even the most stupid person would not challenge a Heroic Spirit with their mortal body, but they fought to a standstill, which is admirable. And there are other troublemakers as well." A white-haired man in a white suit walked through the wall.

Even though the dragon had arrived, his inner state wasn't as calm and composed as his face suggested. The violent pressure he had just felt was from the dragon, and it also carried a familiar quality, a quality he shared with the dragon—uncontrolled and unrestrained. He sensed that if he were to attack that timid girl, he would be ignited like a bomb the very first moment he made a move, exploding into a dazzling firework.

But none of that matters. He came here with only one goal: the woman in black robes, his follower, the female fanatic Assassin, the Kyoko. Her beauty captivated him, made him tremble, and made him want to corrupt her and make her his own.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself, my beloved lady. My name is Jesta Katore. As your Master, I affirm everything about you. As a non-human Dead Apostle, I will take everything from you." He declared, his hands and feet twitching uncontrollably and wildly, like a fanatic praying to his god.

Dead Apostles are monsters like vampires, deniers of human history, and beings that defile human rules. This is why Jesta Katoré sensed a familiar scent; the girl seemed to be of the same type as the giant spider he originally wanted to summon with the Holy Grail—a creature that existed only in the South American jungle and could destroy the world.

However, Kyoko clearly remembered that the moment she was summoned, she personally killed her Master.

The Master of the Dead Apostles, the Servant of the Dragon—this Holy Grail War is becoming increasingly complex.

"Although I long to express my boundless love for you right now, but... I command you with a Command Spell to move to the place furthest from this city." His Servant had attacked the girl. If he didn't let her leave, perhaps the unknown thing existing in this space would kill his Servant. This time it was napalm, but next time it might be different. This wouldn't do. He had to create a space that only contained him and his Servant.

"Lord Gilgamesh. That was just now."

The girl in the white dress turned to look at her queen in the back seat. From her skin color, it was clear that she was a native of this continent and the controller of the city's ley lines.

The oldest king, dressed in a burgundy suit, lay in the back seat of the convertible in a rather unrestrained manner, holding a wine glass in his hand and occasionally swirling it.

"A dragon... and a god? And just a child." He glanced at it, then frowned. This combination reminded him of something unpleasant, like Tiamat, the creator goddess, but this wasn't Tiamat; it was something else. "What an unpleasant aura. It seems to be from the same source as last time."

However, judging from his aura, he has probably fallen asleep again. He was glad that he hadn't taken the antidote to rejuvenate. This Holy Grail War not only involves his old friend Enkidu, but also the guy who represents the curse of death. Now, a guy who possesses both divinity and the essence of a dragon has appeared, making people more and more excited.

"Dragons and...gods!?" Tini Cerke never expected such an answer. Could the Holy Grail War really summon such Servants? She had to admit she had underestimated the Holy Grail War; now, she needed to be extremely careful. "Your Majesty..."

Tini Cherke's question was abruptly interrupted.

"Don't worry about it, she has fallen back into a deep sleep, and if it really is that kind of thing."

"What about her?" Tiny looked at her king, Gilgamesh, a very arrogant man who looked down on everything in the world. For him to use such a tone, it must be something extraordinary.

She had personally witnessed the combat power of a top-tier Servant. When they were at full power, they could create a super crater in the desert that looked like it had been hit by a meteorite. And that was the result of their first encounter. If they were serious, it wouldn't be that difficult for them to destroy the city in some time.

"Then we don't need to worry about it. Just enjoy this war. That's a brat about your age, Tiny." Gilgamesh laughed heartily, not caring at all.

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

Is she a female Servant of similar age to her? It's puzzling.