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

Those who remain neutral offer enlightenment.

The wicked shall be punished by burning.

Then, from the glorious dome, at the center of the cross, appeared a pure and profound light that cannot be named or expressed.

Yes, that is Him.

He bathed in the intellect of all spirits, established rules and standards in nothingness, and forged His own holy form—

A white dove carrying an olive branch in its beak.

A white dove carrying a branch symbolizes the end of suffering and the arrival of hope.

The white dove was initially enormous, seemingly able to trample the heavens and earth under its feet.

Then it flew smaller and smaller until it landed on Xia Jie's shoulder, where it was like a normal white dove, having put away all its extraordinary qualities.

But everyone knows His name.

He is Christ Benedict, the Son of God of the Bible, the Messiah, Immanuel, the Son of Man, the Word, the Mediator, the High Priest, the King, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the Lamb, the bright morning star, the Lord of David, the Rabbi or Raboni, the One, the Whole... Jesus of Nazareth.

Because no human language can truly match Him, everything about Him is either incorrect or incomplete.

"To be honest, you've got quite a grand entrance, Yege."

Xia Jie reached out her finger to touch the pigeon's head on her shoulder, but it avoided her.

Xia Jie withdrew her hand and did not touch it again.

He thought to himself how people on Earth would react at this moment.

The most furious should be those who act in the name of God but commit numerous evil deeds.

They were about to elbow the devil's sulfur-smelling goat's foot with their own faces.

Next were the heretics. Even though Xia Jie had mentioned the existence of other pantheons beforehand, they still felt like the sky was falling.

People whose faith is not pure enough may wonder why the "god" worshipped by the other side has already taken action, while their own "god" has not made a move at all.

Is this an attempt to avoid direct confrontation? Is it too late for me to convert to Christianity now?

Then there are the general public.

Some of them might think, "Hey, Yege, don't elbow me!"

Others might think, "Judgment Day is coming? Will I even make it to Heaven?"

Some might think, "Great, I don't have to go to school tomorrow!!!"

Finally, there's a certain ethnic group that has been wandering for thousands of years; it's hard to say whether they're laughing or crying now.

Xia Jie raised her head and glanced at them; a few were laughing, but most were already crying.

That's fine.

More than ten kilometers away, the helicopter was still approaching, but its purpose had changed to pilgrimage.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, several groups of mysterious experts who had planned to hunt down Xia Jie urgently withdrew their killing intent.

First, there was the "Clock Tower," a bully who preyed on the weak. They had originally intended to capture Xia Jie and put her in formaldehyde, but they withdrew their "Sealing Designation" as quickly as possible.

Because they realized they really couldn't mess with Xia Jie, especially the one on Xia Jie's shoulder.

They were racking their brains trying to figure out what Xia Jie's identity was, the one who could invite the Holy Son down to be the referee.

Even the Holy Grail—they all knew that the Grail in the Holy Grail War was a fake, but after the Dove himself got involved, nothing in the world could be more real than that fake Holy Grail, not even the real Holy Grail of the past.

Similarly, the Church of the Holy See also urgently withdrew from the "Burial Agency," and not only that, they even sent people to hunt down the members of the "Burial Agency."

After all, in order to hunt down heretics, the "Burying Agency" has always been a pragmatic department. Its members may not be devout, but they are certainly strong enough.

Yes, you can even see here deadlings who should clearly be classified as heretics and vicious killers.

But the past is the past, and the present is the present.

Before the Holy Son descended, I turned a blind eye and used you to fight poison with poison. After the Holy Son descended, if I still let you unclean heretics live, wouldn't the Holy Son's trip have been in vain?

In short, all those from the Holy Church who are currently heading to Snowfield City are pilgrims.

Those who didn't go were responsible for the purification within the church, initiating a grand and collective effort to achieve great things.

Chapter 172 A promising start but a disappointing finish, an absurd scene

Logically, given the current atmosphere, this Holy Grail War should have unfolded in a grand and spectacular manner under the watchful eyes of the entire world. However, the world is a makeshift stage, and so is this "war."

"You're just forfeiting?"

On the referee's bench constructed by a single thought, Xia Jie looked at Flatt, who had withdrawn from Mirror Snowfield City, and her tone was not particularly surprised.

Frat himself wasn't obsessed with the Holy Grail; he came to make friends with the Servants, and fighting would damage those relationships.

His follower, "Jack the Ripper," has a rather unique wish: Jack, born from legend, simply wants to know the name of his historical prototype.

If you want to know the name, why not just ask Xia Jie?

“Mr. Xia Jie, you know me. I really can’t do fighting with other heroic spirits.”

Flat scratched his head sheepishly.

"Well, it doesn't matter. It's your freedom to abstain. As for Jack..."

Xia Jie looked at the generic-looking man that materialized beside Flatt.

“I know what you’re looking for, Jack. Your prototype is a barber named Aaron Kosmiski.”

Xia Jie pointed a finger from afar, and the Ripper, born of collective fear, felt the life story of a strange man appear in his consciousness.

From birth to work, and then to murder and death, the man's life flashed through Jack's mind like a long, immersive movie, leaving only a vague, general impression.

And he can immerse himself in the experience again whenever he wants.

The depth of his immersion is also determined by him, so that he is not disturbed by this part of his life.

"Thank you."

Jack gave Xia Jie a dignified and elegant gentleman's bow.

His wish has been fulfilled. If he were still alive after the Holy Grail War, he would probably have been Frat's friend for life.

I only finished the timeline of the first volume of the original work today. Because Xia Jie made her move too early, the thirteen Servants in total (6 fake and 7 real) for the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City were not yet complete.

Now, in this case...

Among the pseudo-Servants, the pseudo-Rider Beanbag and the pseudo-Berserker? Jack abstained, leaving only Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Alexander the Great, and Kyoko.

Only true Servants can summon Saber Richard I and Rider Hippolyta.

There are only six in total. Should we distribute the vacant spots and recruit a few Masters who are willing to come?

Xia Jie hesitated for a moment, pondering.

At that moment, two figures, one in gold and one in green, appeared simultaneously. The green-haired figure was holding a silver wolf in his arms, while the gold-armored figure was followed by a purple-haired woman.

Among them, the golden-haired, golden-armored king glared at Xia Jie with gritted teeth, about to make a move, but upon seeing the pigeon on Xia Jie's shoulder, he trembled and stopped.

Well, two more pairs have abstained.

The green-haired figure was Enkidu, while the golden-armored, blond-haired man was Gilgamesh, who had recently been placed into a Reality Marble.

In Xia Jie's vision, as long as these two old flames are willing to join forces, other masters and followers, even if they band together for warmth, will easily be eliminated.

The final winner will most likely be one of the two.

He used his knowledge of psychology for a moment and immediately understood why the two had abstained.

Enkidu's wish is to protect the Silver Wolf chimera and watch it live to the end of its life.

Silver Wolf, as a kind-hearted harpy, also has no ambitions.

As for Gilgamesh and Tini Cerke, the former is proud and would never be willing to be manipulated by the rules set by Xia Jie. In addition, the Uruk Cup in his "Gate of Babylon" is one of the prototypes of the Holy Grail, so it is normal for him to give up his right to participate.

Unable to defy Gilgamesh's will, Tini Cherke naturally followed suit.

The remaining Richard the Lionheart, the Mad Noble, the writer Alexandre Dumas, and Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, seem to... not have much of an obsession with obtaining the Holy Grail.

Even more coincidentally, their Masters were similar; apart from Jesta, who was only interested in making wishes and causing trouble, the other Masters' fundamental obsessions were not with the Holy Grail.

For them, dealing with a certain magician surnamed Xia who was causing trouble outside the Mirror World was clearly a more important matter than the Holy Grail.

Knowing that abstaining won't lead to death, and unaware that other masters and servants share the same thought, this Holy Grail War might take a rather comical turn.

Seeing several more groups of people emerge, and noticing that even the Dead Apostle Jesta had followed Kyo Shinji out, Xia Jie felt somewhat helpless.

The Holy Grail War has just begun, the empty spots haven't been distributed yet, and the audience hasn't even had time to choose their participants, so how come all the contestants have already run out?

To be honest, this is the Holy Grail that can grant wishes. In the normal world, the contestants would be fighting tooth and nail.

Xia Jie glanced at the empty "Mirror Snowfield City" and decided to take the initiative as a referee to give the expectant audience an explanation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news, some so-so news, and some good news to tell you."

"First, the bad news is that, due to the special circumstances of all participants withdrawing..."

Xia Jie pointed the live stream camera at the departing masters and servants, and even gave a close-up of the Dead Apostle "Jester Caltore" who was burning under the holy light of the dove.

"The Holy Grail War ended in such an unusually abrupt way."

"As an aside, this contestant who is engulfed in flames is a Dead Apostle who feeds on human blood, that is, a vampire."

"I will break my promise and not protect the personal safety of such an evil contestant."

"Then there's some news that's neither good nor bad: since no one has claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine called the Holy Grail, you can decide for yourselves."

"Next, I will open a window, and you only need to write your wishes into the window."

"In three minutes, I will gather all the wishes of mankind, let conflicting wishes cancel each other out, and the last wish that remains, whatever its content, I will input into the Holy Grail without changing a single word."

"In order to avoid creating twisted wishes that harm both yourself and others, please be careful when making wishes."

"Finally, the good news is that, as compensation for losing the Holy Grail War, there's no need for another 13-guess-one game. I will give each of you a small wish."

"As the special guest for this event, what are your thoughts?"

Xia Jie suddenly produced a microphone and gently handed it to the pigeon.

"Gurgle → gurgle ↗ gurgle ↘!!!"