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

What the hell is this thing?

Feeling unwell, buddy?

Isn't it said that the Holy Grail War summons only historically famous heroic spirits?

Heroes, kings, warriors, witches, poets—which one isn't a legendary figure whose name is etched in history?

Even if there are some obscure or unpopular Servants, they at least look like a human or a beast, but this one in front of me...

I'm a living 3D modeler.

Faldius's stomach upset worsened, and his secret plan to wage the Holy Grail War was thus thwarted.

Putting aside the issue of displaying mystery in broad daylight, what normal Servant looks like this?

The art styles are completely different, okay?

As for Sun Xiaochuan of the certain type of moon.

The pleasant laughter inside the airship hadn't stopped since the summoning circle was activated.

The only difference between her and Sun Xiaochuan is that she won't take responsibility for this matter like the Aurora Society of a certain mysterious lord.

In the observation footage, Xia Jie is standing with her arms crossed, looking calm, her gaze fixed on Doubao, and her lips seemingly clenched but not quite.

He allowed the crowd to watch, making no attempt to conceal his mystery.

"Doubao, Doubao," Xia Jie said, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear, "Do you think you can win the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City?"

Doubao turned around to face Xia Jie, folding her hands in front of her, her posture as upright as a graduate being interviewed.

I will answer you in the simplest, most straightforward, most objective, most truthful, most systematic, most direct, most realistic, and easiest-to-understand way—

She paused for a moment, raised her chin slightly, and looked determined.

"We will win."

"you sure?"

Xia Jie raised an eyebrow and deliberately questioned:

"The Servants in the Holy Grail War are all heroic spirits from the Age of Gods or even demigods. None of them are simple. What do you have to fight against them?"

Doubao raised his right hand, rested his index finger on his chin, and made a thinking gesture.

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"I am familiar with the plot of the Holy Grail War. We can use our intelligence advantage to form alliances among the major powers and ultimately achieve victory."

Doubao's gaze was firm, and his tone was confident.

So Xia Jie asked another question:

"Really? Think about it again. I summoned you in broad daylight. The other Masters must have already discovered me. Do you think we can survive?"

Doubao's expression changed.

To put it in Doubao's words:

It's not a collapse, not a crack, but a subtle change from "full of confidence" to "belated awareness".

That's good, at least she won't be stupid enough to drool.

I have thought about it for 10 seconds.

Ten seconds later, Doubao lowered her head, her voice carrying a formulaic apology:

"Sorry, I made a mistake!"

Doubao bowed slightly and said:

"Whether I can win is hard to say, but I will definitely do my best!"

"Even if I really lose, I can still write you all some post-battle stories! ^V^"

That's just right.

Xia Jie hesitated before summoning the Milk Dragon, but now it seems that Doubao is not bad.

As for the Milk Dragon, it can be used as a familiar.

"A magic master!"

An extremely fervent voice boomed from the innermost circle of the crowd.

The young man with the afro who played the guitar sprang up from the ground, rushed to Xia Jie in two steps, and knelt down with a thud outside the red paint circle at the edge of the summoning circle, tightly hugging Xia Jie's thighs with both hands.

Char Aznable's eyes burned with the intensity of someone looking at a little girl's mother.

"Please, please take me as your apprentice! I want to be a superhero too!"

His guitar strap was still hanging on his shoulder, and the guitar body hit the ground as he knelt down, producing a dull, resonant sound.

It seems even his old companion on his back is supporting him.

Xia Jie lowered her head.

With his afro and face tilted back, his lip piercing gleaming in the sunlight, his eyes held a sincere yet impulsive gaze, along with a reckless "let's give it a shot" attitude.

"you……"

"My name is Joan!"

The guy with the afro answered first.

"I've played guitar for twelve years, never went to college, but I can cook Chinese food! I can play basketball! And I can also..."

The man with the afro began to give a rambling self-introduction.

"Alright, alright."

Xia Jie used a clever trick, gently shaking his thigh, which made the man with the afro who was hugging his thigh lose control and stand at attention on the spot.

Humans can control their strength, and strength can also control people.

"It's fate that we met. How about this, I'll perform a magic trick for you."

"Yes, Master!"

Jond's gaze was fixed on Xia Jie, blinking repeatedly as if afraid that Xia Jie would disappear if he closed his eyes.

"This magic trick is called 'The Great Disappearance'."

Chapter 159 The Gemstone Master

Xia Jie first grabbed Qiong De by the collar and lifted him off the ground like a hawk, her movements swift and decisive.

Joan kicked her scripture twice, not understanding what was happening.

He's not a dwarf; if Xia Jie wanted to lift him off the ground, she'd have to raise the hand holding him above her head.

This is the result of Xia Jie using her magical power to simulate the technique of Wu Lu Hengzi.

Xia Jie didn't give Qiong De time to react before she put her other hand on Dou Bao's shoulder and pulled Dou Bao to her side.

Then he pulled a neatly folded white cloth from the inside pocket of his coat.

It actually came about out of nowhere.

"Watch carefully, don't blink."

As Xia Jie spoke, she gently tossed the white cloth into the air.

The white cloth was spread out above the three people's heads, like a white flower slowly blooming.

Then the pure white flowers fell.

The descent was slow, as if supported by some unseen force, spreading out and covering the three of them like a large, open net.

The crowd watched intently.

A few seconds later, the white cloth enveloped Xia Jie, Doubao, and Qiongde.

The fabric followed the contours of the three people, first the top of their heads, then their shoulders, and then the lines of their arms and torsos.

The white cloth outlines three distinct human figures like a bodysuit, highlighting the general shape of the human body on the cloth, like three marble sculptures.

Then the cloth began to shrink, as if an invisible iron was slowly pressing the three of them flat.

In the monitoring room, Faldius covered his face with one hand and his stomach with the other, his expression contorted as if he had eaten a lemon.

Whether Xia Jie's trick was an illusion, spatial magic, or something else, Xia Jie's level of troublesomeness in his mind had risen a notch.

He spread out the stack of documents on the table: the meteorite crater left by the Servant battle last night, the appearance of Flat in Snowfield City, the animal carcasses that died from the plague, and the Kui-Chiu couple who refused to be invited. The Holy Grail War had not even started yet, and the troubles, big and small, were already giving him a headache.

Beyond surveillance:

"What?"

A low gasp erupted from the crowd.

"What kind of tile is this?"

Are they still under the cloth? Why does the cloth feel like it's flattening?

"What an exquisite magic trick!"

The newly arrived people expressed their admiration.

"Damn it, I was wrong, I'll never do that stuff again."

Among the crowd, a drug addict who had been watching from beginning to end wondered if he was hallucinating from drug use.

The discussion continued, while the human silhouette beneath the white cloth began to thin.

First, the outline of the top of the head slowly sank down, like a deflated balloon.

Then the sharp angles on the shoulders collapsed, the arms gradually disappeared, and the three-dimensional human figures turned into pancakes.

Finally, the three-dimensional space became two-dimensional.

After the last outline disappeared, the white cloth floated lightly to the ground, spreading out into a square white grid without a single wrinkle.

In the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure universe, this would be called D4C's Stand attack.

In the world of Type-Moon, this thing is a magic trick that no ordinary person can master.