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The blonde girl gasped in surprise upon seeing Tsukuyomi's actions.

"stop!

"You're violating the rules of the Holy Grail War!"

Just then, the black light had already turned the blue chess pieces black.

Immediately afterwards, the black-dyed chess pieces flew out of the cave.

Looking down from above, one could see a beam of light landing at Ryudou Temple not far away, while the other six beams of light flew off to various corners of Fuyuki City.

Tsukuyomi turned to look at the blonde girl, her face seemingly smiling beneath the mask.

"you!"

The blonde girl immediately waved her battle flag and charged towards Tsukuyomi.

"It's too late, you naive saintess~"

A soft laugh came from beneath the mask.

Tsukuyomi stood there unfazed, even having the leisure to mock the blonde girl.

As she spoke, a crimson pillar of light shot up from the ground, instantly enveloping Tsukuyomi's entire body.

The battle flag struck the red beam of light, but only caused a slight ripple.

Tsukuyomi waved to the blonde girl, and the next second, her figure disappeared into the pillar of light.

The blonde girl, whom Tsukuyomi called a 'saint,' bit her lip tightly, staring at the red pillar of light with an extremely unpleasant expression.

After a while, the magic circle emitted a beam of white light, enveloping the blonde girl.

Her figure quickly disappeared into the white light, leaving only a sigh.

However, this was just the beginning. Facing the heavy rocks, the red beam of light pierced through them and shot straight into the sky!

From a distance, it looks like a red crystal pillar, connecting the sky and the earth.

Tokyo.

Night had fallen, but the Tokyo night was just beginning.

Men and women walked along the brightly lit streets.

Just then, a man suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted.

"what is that!"

Out of curiosity, many people looked in the direction he was pointing and immediately spotted the towering red pillar of light.

"So beautiful!"

A couple stood still, the girl excitedly shaking her boyfriend's arm and pointing at the pillar of light, shouting loudly.

"Huh? Are they filming a movie?"

Her boyfriend scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Who cares? Right, we can't miss such a beautiful view."

The girl picked up her phone, pulled her boyfriend along, and took a selfie with the beam of light in the frame. She then posted it online.

Many people around her did the same thing, taking out their phones and making similar gestures.

Photos of the red beam of light quickly spread across the internet...

Volume 7 Fuyuki Dead Castle

Chapter 503 The World Shakes

Bah!

Wearing a dark suit, with his gray hair neatly combed and glasses on, the thin, elderly man slammed his fist on the conference table in front of him.

"Right now, more than ten million people in Tokyo alone have seen that thing."

How will your Exorcist Association take responsibility for this?!

This is a huge conference room, with two groups of people sitting on either side of an oval conference table.

On one side sat a serious-looking civil servant in a suit, his hair neatly combed.

The people on the other side were dressed in strange clothes.

There are Onmyoji dressed in hunting robes and wearing tall crowns.

There was a shrine maiden dressed in a pine and crane pattern, wearing a zen-ten crown.

There were also monks dressed in tattered robes, with a string of prayer beads around their necks, looking like ascetics.

"Humph!"

Someone let out a cold snort, and a tremendous, invisible pressure suddenly spread throughout the entire conference room.

The staff member in the suit was immediately overwhelmed and couldn't lift his head. The old man who had slammed his fist on the table was targeted directly, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The exorcists, dressed in bizarre costumes, remained unaffected. With a hint of mockery on their faces, they looked at the civil servants opposite them with an arrogant sense of looking down on ants.

It was only then that the old man who slammed his fist on the table realized that he was not facing subordinates who could be beaten and scolded at will, but a group of people who were beyond reason.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly became incredibly heavy.

Just then, a soft female voice rang out.

"Governor Kitada, this was indeed an oversight on our part. We will take responsibility and resolve this matter."

However, I also hope that the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, including the Self-Defense Forces stationed near Tokyo, can assist our work.

The woman who spoke was wearing a white chiffon with a unique pattern, sewn with gold thread to resemble a rising sun, and she wore an incomparably magnificent gold crown on her head.

If Xu Ming were here, he would be utterly astonished.

This woman, with her exceptional demeanor and ability to converse fluently with powerful figures like the Governor of Tokyo (who is equivalent to the Mayor of Tokyo) and even silence them, had just spent a few days prior soaking in a hot spring and touring Mount Hakone with him.

Governor Kitada couldn't help but wipe his forehead with a handkerchief.

The girl opposite him was clearly only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet she exerted more pressure on him than the prime minister.

Is this what it means to be an extraordinary being who transcends ordinary people?

'He's simply...a monster!'

"Yes, yes, Your Highness Kato."

Governor Kitada cursed inwardly, but stammered out a reply.

He was completely unlike the person he is when facing the news media, microphones, and the public, who speaks fluently and eloquently, almost like a master of sophistry.

"In addition, I need the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to cooperate with the Self-Defense Forces to seal off the entire Fuyuki area, while major news media outlets should try to divert public attention elsewhere."

Kato Megumi then made another request.

"Yes, I will give the order immediately."

Governor Kitada responded quickly and reflexively.

After answering, Governor Kitada realized something was wrong.

I'm acting like a subordinate.

"Leave the rest to our Exorcist Association."

"Ok!"

Fine, I'll just be a subordinate then.

As long as he doesn't cause any major problems, we should just let him resign and apologize. He's a man with ambitions to move into the Prime Minister's official residence; how can he fall in a place like this?

After the city hall members left, Kato Megumi took the seat of honor. None of the exorcists showed any unusual behavior; on the contrary, they appeared even more respectful.

"How is the situation?"

Kato Megumi spoke up.

A priest stood up.

"Lord Miko, the situation is very bad."

We have detected that the Holy Grail War's magic circle has restarted, and the red faction has already taken the lead and begun its actions, while the blue faction has been severely corrupted.

Based on our speculation, if the blue faction intervenes, their progress will lag far behind the red faction, making it virtually impossible to stop the intruders from seizing the Sun Grail through the Holy Grail War.

Kato Megumi crossed her hands, supporting her chin. The light perfectly obscured her eyes with the shadow of her bangs, and a powerful aura emanated from her.

"So, it means that we can no longer stop the intruder through legal means, right?"

Overwhelmed by Kato Megumi's imposing manner, the priest swallowed hard and nodded.

"yes.

Therefore, the elders suggested gathering all the masters and grandmasters in the country, and contacting the Clock Tower to request their assistance.

Kato Megumi remained silent.

The priest who had spoken did not dare to sit down and could only stand there patiently waiting for Kato Megumi's decision.

No one dared to express their opinions, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became extremely tense.

After a while, Kato Megumi spoke calmly:

"Let's do it this way for now."

"Hi!"

The priest breathed a sigh of relief, bowed quickly, and left the meeting room to contact various factions.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Deep in an unnamed mountain, a middle-aged Onmyoji dressed in a purplish-black hunting robe, wearing a tall black crown, and holding a paper folding fan had just stepped out of his secluded shrine when he was met by an elderly nun dressed in a black nun's habit, her face full of wrinkles.

The Onmyoji's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stopped in his tracks...

A middle-aged swordsman with a scar on his face and two katanas of the same length at his waist had just opened the door of his dojo when his hand instantly rested on the hilt of his sword, and he looked ahead with a solemn expression.

There, a knight clad in silver armor, wielding a cross shield and a one-handed sword, stood before the dojo's gate, seemingly waiting for him.