People in Type-Moon have a hero simulator.

What kind of dog taught such despicable methods to its innocent sister?

Boss Zha, you better not get caught by me.

"Mash, protect me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Fujimaru Ritsuka used a Command Seal to pull Mash back to her side.

Chaldea's Servant summoning system differs from Fuyuki City's, and it also has improvements in Command Seals. Although the maximum is still three, it has the incredible ability to recover one Command Seal per day.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is not afraid of a war of attrition.

Under the effect of the Command Seal, Mash almost crossed space to arrive directly in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then used the Fujimaru family's secret technique, the Egg Kick, which was personally taught by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Kyoya hurriedly withdrew; if he weren't the founder of this school, he would have made a huge fool of himself today.

"how is this possible?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked; this trick, which had always worked, had failed for the first time.

As for Fujimaru Kyoya, only one sentence echoed in his mind at this moment.

Ritsuka, my brother is really angry this time.

Chapter 124 The Turbulent Sixth Singularity

Fujimaru Kyoya understood that his younger sister was a lively girl, and that she would never be associated with terms like "lady of a noble family" in this lifetime.

However, the skill with which he sprinkled lime powder clearly indicated that he was a repeat offender.

Who exactly corrupted my sister, Shirou? Shinji? Kazunari? Oh well, I'll just beat them all up when we get back.

Just as Fujimaru Kyoya was about to continue the pursuit, a sudden gust of wind rose in the desert, followed by a massive storm.

The storm obscured everyone's vision, and by the time it subsided, the Chaldea group had vanished.

"This feeling... it's not Merlin. Sandstorms don't fit Merlin's aesthetics at all, so who is it?"

Fujimaru Kyou was also clueless, and besides, there were quite a few powerful individuals in this singularity.

According to Lengominiad's description, there is a powerful Egyptian pharaoh in this desert, and an ancient assassin in the mountains.

Did they make the move?

But he doesn't recognize any assassins or pharaohs, so what's with this familiar feeling? Have other Knights of the Round Table arrived?

Fujimaru Kyou was also puzzled, but now that they had lost track of the Chaldea group, they decided to return to the Holy City first.

"Ritsuka, you don't need to bear such a heavy burden. Just leave everything to me."

……

"This is where?"

As the sandstorm dissipated, although the area around Fujimaru Ritsuka was still filled with endless yellow sand, the powerful knight had vanished. The one who had accomplished all this was naturally the old man standing to the side.

"That was really dangerous. Although I had some suspicions, that guy really did show no mercy as always."

The old man stretched, clearly aware of Fujimaru Kyoya's strength. Had the other party not held back, the old man would not have had the chance to save the last human master.

"Thank you very much, but I haven't asked you yet."

"Just call me Vottigeng."

The humble king Futigeng?

The Chaldea group exchanged bewildered glances. They were very familiar with the name of the villain in the Arthurian legend, but the person in front of them did not seem as cruel as the legends suggested.

“A name is just a label, and what you need to consider right now is not my identity.”

Vortigern was right. The Chaldea group was completely taken aback as soon as they arrived in this world. If it weren't for Vortigern's help, they would have been wiped out just now.

"Jerusalem today is not what you imagine..."

Voodoo arrived earlier, so there was some information that Chaldea was unaware of.

In this singularity, the Crusaders had not even reached Jerusalem when they were wiped out by the Lion King, who then occupied the holy city of Jerusalem and began a ritual called the Holy Emancipation.

Those chosen can enter the city and live a life of comfort, while those not chosen will be slaughtered by the knights under their command.

"massacre?"

Even after traversing several singularities, Fujimaru Ritsuka had never seen anything like this before. After all, even Servants wouldn't lay a hand on ordinary people who couldn't resist, let alone massacre them.

"This is no secret, but even so, quite a few people are still eager to get involved. You know what that means, right?"

Now, this land is either desert or wasteland. The only place with sufficient resources is the Holy City. Since they are going to die anyway, they might as well go to the Holy City and try their luck. This is the thinking of most of the refugees.

"This is going too far."

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to stop them, but she hadn't even been able to defeat one of their knights. Their strength was simply insufficient to contend with the Holy City.

"Go to the desert. That's the Pharaoh's territory. Although that man is a bit... his strength is indeed extraordinary. If you can get his help, it will be much easier for you."

"And what about you? Aren't you King Arthur's nemesis?"

"King Arthur? Hmm... it's really hard to tell who she is based on that appearance. I need to observe her for a while longer."

Vortigern clearly sensed the change in the Lion King's inner self. After all, the Lion King's current behavior was not exactly the same as that of King Arthur; in fact, it was completely unrelated.

If facing a King Arthur without a scabbard, Vortigern could still deliver a single Q to the opponent's mouth.

But if that guy is Rungominiad... then things will get really messed up.

A goddess walking on the earth—that's a bit of a challenge for Vortigern, who doesn't have the Holy Lance.

"Then goodbye, unless you get killed by that pharaoh."

The sandstorm reappeared, and this time Fujimaru Ritsuka finally saw the source of the sandstorm: a pair of wings growing from the back of Vortigern.

His pure white dragon wings were strong and powerful, just as in the legends, he was the incarnation of the white dragon.

"Merlin, even if he's too ashamed to show his face, that's no excuse for slacking off."

High above, Vortigern looked down upon the land. In the distance, Merlin, as always, was slacking off, having entrusted the task of exchanging the Holy Sword to the poor Bedivere.

In the shrine nestled among the mountains, the Assassin, with his Grand Spirit Origin, had blue flames burning in his eyes, as if he had noticed Vortigern's gaze.

In the heart of the desert, a proud pharaoh basked in the afternoon sun at the pyramid, oblivious to Vortigern's spying. Within his magnificent temple, he possessed absolute and invincible confidence.

As for the direction of the Holy City...

"Is this the enemy this time, Lloyd?"

Vortigern couldn't understand why Lloyd helped the Lion King; surely he couldn't have been blinded by those surging waves?

He must have his own plans.

Just like when he joined his ranks, his ultimate goal was simply to ensure the survival of his family—a reason so simple it was almost unimaginable.

Vortigern understood that Fujimaru Kyoya had joined his camp only because they shared the same stance, but now that their stances were opposed, Vortigern's blade would be turned against him.

"Is this some kind of hellish joke?"

Vortigern flapped his dragon wings and headed towards the shrine deep in the mountains, while the Chaldeans went to persuade the Pharaoh, and Vortigern went to persuade the ancient assassin.

If both sides combine their strength, even if the Lion King has great power, he will surely be defeated.

Of course, these were only the forces that Vortigern knew of, and there were two others who were not within his sight.

A seemingly lost high monk wanders through the desert. Disapproving of the Lion King's ideology, she leaves the holy city and travels elsewhere.

A detective lurking underground diligently gathers information that may not be of much use in this singularity, but will one day help the Chaldea group uncover the truth.

These people may seem like a disorganized bunch, but when they come together, they become an invincible force.

Chapter 125 Fujimaru Kyoya's "Love"

"Mordred, why are you wearing a helmet here too?"

When Gawain returned, he saw Mordred wearing a helmet. He was very curious as to why Mordred was wearing a helmet when the Holy City was an absolutely safe place.

"No...it's nothing, I just want to be ready for battle at any time."

Mordred hesitated, clearly unwilling to reveal his embarrassing experience; after all, being knocked down with a single blow was something truly difficult to talk about.

A king who was beaten to death with a club is probably only slightly better off than a queen who was killed by being hit with cheese.

"You bastard, you dare to come back?"

Mordred saw Fujimaru Kyoya returning from outside the city and, without saying a word, went over with her sword. Clearly, with her helmet on, she was now invincible.

"Gawain is in your care. I have something to discuss with the Lion King."

Fujimaru Kyoya really had no time to play with his niece. What he needed to do now was to quickly find out Chaldea's movements and send his arrogant younger sister back home.

The world is not yet at the point where it needs a little girl to save it.

"You seem quite unhappy that your prey was taken away."

Rungominiad looked at Fujimaru Kyoya, whose dark expression clearly showed that this powerful man was not happy at the moment.

"I want to know the whereabouts of the Chaldea group."

"There's no rush. After all, the person who took them away is not easy to deal with."

This is getting interesting. Fujimaru Kyouya understands that the person in front of him is actually a real god, but such a person is said to be difficult to deal with.

Then the other party is definitely not Merlin, that clumsy magician who bites his tongue while chanting spells.

“Vortigern, our old friend has also descended upon this singularity.”

"Him? Hmph~ That does fit his personality."

Fujimaru Kyoya naturally recalled that defiant old man who dared to defy even the decline of the Age of Gods, let alone the continuation of human reason.

Although later humans and the humans of the divine era are two different species, the purpose of burning down the human code was to destroy the entire human code, so everything of the humans of the divine era would also be reduced to nothing.

In this situation, it would be strange if that old man didn't jump up and down in anger.

"The Chaldeans can only go to two places: the pyramids in the desert and the shrines in the deep mountains."

Both places Rungomiyad mentioned were tough nuts to crack: one was the home of Ramses II, Egypt's most famous pharaoh, and the other harbored an ancient assassin.

“Lancelot is currently patrolling the outskirts of the desert, so I’ll leave that to him. I plan to send Mordred and Tristan to the mountains.”