A crossover anime, where people are in Classroom of the Imaginary Era, and behind the scenes, the ki

While flying backwards in mid-air, Jesta simply twisted his body in an incredible way, using the momentum to make his claws leave several afterimages in the air.

"Hey—!"

Orlando didn't even see the other person's movements before a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

A gash appeared, and blood gushed out!

This is not over yet.

As Jesta landed, he grabbed Orlando's shoulder tightly with his backhand, intending to use the seriously injured sheriff as a smokescreen to hinder Hansa's pursuit and throw him away!

Just as Orlando felt his intestines were about to be flung out through the wound, the excruciating pain made him momentarily lose consciousness.

An overwhelming sense of despair and resentment began to well up within him.

'Could it be... that my dream, the goal I set for this city, is about to end so ridiculously at this moment...?'

'Human power, in the end, is still no match for those lofty heroic spirits and monsters. Am I... also unable to protect the ordinary citizens of Snowfield City?'

Just as Orlando closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

"Sizzle—!"

A blinding flash of lightning streaked across Orlando's face without warning.

The next second, he felt his body lighten, and the pulling sensation from being thrown by the Dead Apostle vanished instantly.

When Orlando opened his eyes again, he found himself on a safe landing.

Orlando clutched the wound on his stomach and turned his head with difficulty.

What comes into view is a tall young man with dazzling blond hair.

What surprised him even more was that the boy was wearing a school uniform that was clearly a high school student's style!

"This is...a student?"

Orlando coughed up blood and murmured in disbelief, "You are... a student sent by the Clock Tower?"

Koenji Rokusuke ignored his question.

He simply brushed aside his blond hair and turned to Long Yuanxiang, who was slowly walking over, and said:

"Dragon Garden Boy, I remember that lion god template you have, it has healing functions, right?"

Long Yuanxiang gave a cold snort as a response.

He walked up to Orlando and looked down at the heavily injured sheriff.

He then bent down and placed his hand directly on the large hole in Orlando's stomach.

"Although it's not as ridiculously powerful as Su Wei's [Crazy Diamond] ability," Ryuen Sho casually replied to Koenji Rokusuke while activating the healing module, "it shouldn't be a big problem to simply keep him alive."

Feeling his body, which was constantly losing vitality, rapidly improve under the touch of a palm, and the excruciating pain began to subside.

Orlando took a deep breath, forced himself to stand up straight, and asked again:

"You... are you magicians sent by the Clock Tower to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

"You actually sent students who are still in school to participate in the battle... And where are your Servants?"

Upon hearing this, Ryuji Kanzaki, who had just used his Door-Door Fruit ability to push open a door from thin air, adjusted his glasses and chuckled as he explained:

“Sir, you’ve misunderstood. We’re not magicians.”

"If I had to put it in terms you can understand... we are the 'testers' who have come to end this false Holy Grail War."

"Trial participants?"

Orlando was completely bewildered.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something extremely dangerous, he subconsciously turned his head.

He wanted to find Jesta, the apprentice who had just seriously injured him, and the assassin who had been secretly slaughtering his policemen.

As a result, he barely managed to raise his eyebrows.

But to their shock, they found it in the center of the hall.

A brown-haired boy with an expressionless face had somehow appeared there.

He simply raised his right hand, and several black tentacles firmly bound the once arrogant Dead Apostle Jesta to the spot!

His cold gaze swept over Hansa, who was holding the black keys and standing ready, and Kyoshinko, who was observing them warily from the second-floor railing.

He finally spoke to Jesta, whose veins were bulging from being constricted by the tentacles:

"As a high-ranking Dead Apostle who has lived for countless years."

"You should possess the ability to transform humans into Lesser Dead Apostles or ghouls, right?"

Jesta was bound, and although he was somewhat surprised by the boy's superhuman strength, he remained noncommittal when Ayanokouji asked him questions.

He merely curled his lip in disdain, his inner magic surging, ready to easily break free from these restraints, then turn around and tear these arrogant troublemakers to shreds.

Seeing this, Hansa, the proxy, assumed that the group of students who had suddenly appeared were also mysterious magicians who had an irreconcilable feud with the Dead Apostles, just like himself.

He gripped the Black Key, a tool specifically used to purify heretics, and with a push of his foot, prepared to advance and assist Ayanokouji in killing Jesta.