Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"Then good luck."

The blonde woman smiled at Xia Jie, then turned and left.

A few idle passersby gathered by the roadside because of the guitar music and Xia Jie's performance art. Some raised their phones, some tapped their feet to the rhythm, and some simply wanted to see what Xia Jie was going to do.

At this moment, on the monitoring screen:

"Notify the others."

Faldius said:

"Keep an eye on this man, and kill him when night falls."

Whether Xia Jie is a stray dog ​​or a powerful magician skilled in disguise, there is only one thing he needs to do.

That would be to simply and cleanly use American magic to give him acute heavy metal poisoning, since a dead person can't cause any trouble.

Since no one has made a move yet, he, as the coordinator of the Holy Grail War, should lend a hand.

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

The female assistant turned and left.

Faldius nodded, leaned back in his chair, and kept his eyes fixed on the screen.

He looked at the young man from the East standing in the center of the red-lacquered circle, watching him leisurely raise his head to look at the sky, and then raise the hand with the holy marks drawn on it.

He suddenly had a strange feeling.

It's like the ominous feeling of blowing out the candles on your birthday and then finding the cake starting to hit your face.

Oh no, could this kid actually succeed in summoning it?

Right now?

Right here?

At the same moment, above Snowfield City, inside an airship, Francesca Prellati was lying on the bed, her legs kicking against the sheets, laughing so hard she was shaking.

Compared to "shaking wildly," her waist twisted more joyfully than maggots, just like a netizen who saw the "Bear Bear holding back picture" and couldn't hold back at all.

She pressed her hand to her stomach, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, wetting the hair around her ears.

"The Holy Grail War—it actually—" she gasped, managing to squeeze out the words haltingly from her throat, "—that such an interesting—existence—will appear—"

Francesca rolled over and lay on her back on the large bed, her chest still heaving violently.

She held the crystal ball for observation in both hands, and she had a feeling that what was about to happen would be very interesting.

"Painted stigmata...a self-proclaimed mage..." she murmured, her lips curving upwards with each word. "Perfect! This is how the Holy Grail War should be!"

This girl with light purple hair, a black bow, black nail polish, circles in her pupils, and a sexy ponytail is one of the masterminds behind the Holy Grail War.

Essentially a fragment of the ancient Greek goddess of foolishness, Artemis, he is an extremely pure entertainer who possesses the illusion magic of the Merlin lineage and is also the author of the Snail City cult.

Because she offended several bigwigs in the Type-Moon universe, she's more like flying sideways than walking sideways, hence the nickname "Flying Princess" among netizens.

As the story unfolds, viewers discover that she was able to be single-handedly defended by Matou Ryūken, and that she only survived from the clutches of the powerful figure because of her immortality.

Thus, the meaning of "flying horizontally" came to mean "flying horizontally with blood and flesh flying horizontally."

In Xia Jie's mind, this woman who can freely switch between male and female is like Sun Xiaochuan, a specialty of Type-Moon.

Upon seeing Yokohime's "Airship" magic workshop, Natsuki lowered her head, raised her hand, and began to chant the guitar folk song "The Sound of Silence".

"start."

"The base is silver and iron."

As the first incantation was uttered, the paint suddenly burst into a bright red light, startling the guitarist with the afro who had been playing the guitar to a halt, and causing passersby to retreat.

It was only then that they belatedly realized, "Oh no, this person isn't doing performance art."

This is truly extraordinary!

In the monitoring room, inside the airship, and even among all the magicians who witnessed this scene through magic, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

A master, an absolute master, a master as tall as a twenty-story building!

Just as writing by hand and writing by foot are different in difficulty, being able to successfully activate a summoning circle drawn with paint that has no magic is roughly equivalent to someone using a gob to dip in ink and draw a complete "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in front of you.

Poet, hold on!

"The foundation is the stone and the great fairness of the contract."

Xia Jie's chanting continues.

At this moment, his perceived danger in the eyes of those behind the scenes increased dozens or even hundreds of times.

In the monitoring room, the light from the screen illuminated the silent Faldius.

He retracted all of Xia Jie's contempt and withdrew his previous assassination plan.

His stomach started to feel uncomfortable.

On the airship, the fun-loving Hengfei Ji was so excited that her face was flushed.

"Erect an obstacle to block the wind from falling from the sky."

"Close the four gates."

"Emerging from the crown."

"Circling the three-way intersection leading to the kingdom."

The summoning circle roared, and the red light transformed into a translucent silver glow.

"Be full, be full, be full, be full, be full."

"The cycle repeats itself, and then there are five."

"However, the moment of fullness is also the moment of abandonment."

"I declare that you have appeared before me, and my life is bound to your sword."

"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, and I am the one who destroys all suffering and evil in the world."

"If you wish to dwell in the Holy Grail and follow my will, answer my call."

As the final incantation was recited, the simple summoning circle suddenly burst forth with dazzling and brilliant light.

And the figure that appeared in the radiance was none other than—!?