With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

"Please give us a chance to explain. Just think of it as listening to a joke when we're bored after dinner. Please."

The panic at the Holy City Round Table and the contractor's humble demeanor prevented Mash from turning away. Instead, she sat down to the side, glancing at the two men fighting against the wall while maintaining their distance.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar shield standing to the side, both of them exchanged a nostalgic glance.

“He was more like a knight than we were; nothing could shake his heart, and everyone always trusted him.”

"He is a flawless knight, and because you don't know his true name, you can't unleash his Noble Phantasm—that's not the correct answer. This shield is yours; you don't need a name to confirm everything."

Like a duo performing a skit, the two exchanged words back and forth, their gazes sincere and devoid of any frivolity, displaying the true demeanor of the Knights of the Lake.

As a contractor, Lancelot, who was more knowledgeable, exchanged fists with the Servant Lancelot, acknowledging each other's words, because they were both Lancelot, and both were that person's father.

Even if that person doesn't acknowledge them, and their tone never shows any sign of treating their father like a father...

"As long as you haven't given up, your 'protection' will not collapse, and there is nothing in the world that can break through this defense."

Even a divine blade capable of blasting the Earth away might not be able to destroy the defense of this shield, given the height of its power. Contractor Lancelot was confident of this.

Even if the price of enduring that terrifying blow is the complete annihilation of everything except the shield and what it protects, the gate at the center of Camelot's unyielding walls is formed from the shield-bearer.

"Oh, thank you... Dad is such a handful."

Mashu smiled slightly, her gentle voice piercing the hearts of the two elderly fathers, and the next moment they both collapsed straight down.

"Eh? Lord Lancelot?!"

PS: 1. This is the second update today.

Chapter 674, Section 728: Atlas Academy

The slight dampness in the mountains in the early morning caused dewdrops to condense on the leaves, then slowly drip down, hitting the transparent screen of light and bouncing off.

Looking at Ritsuka, who was still fast asleep on his lap, Yang Li had just finished meditating. His slender white fingers ran through Ritsuka's hair and stroked her head. The magic barrier of the Ten Commandments deflected all the water droplets that might hit Ritsuka's face.

Her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back, with a braid on the left side hanging across her chest. She wore the same robe as King Solomon, and at that moment, all the spirit origins were overshadowed by this Grand Caster.

"Well……"

With a slight tremor of her eyelashes, Ritsuka opened her sleepy eyes, sobbing as she reached out to shield her eyes from the sunlight.

"You're awake? It's time to get up. Mashu came looking for you earlier."

Mashu recalled searching everywhere for Ritsuka not long ago, and the strange expression on her face when she saw Ritsuka sleeping with her head on her lap.

Mashu is such a cute child...

"Mashu came by? What time is it?"

Ritsuka, who had slept with her head on her lap all night, struggled to get up, her neck aching. They were currently under a tree, and sleeping in a tree was somewhat dangerous. After Ritsuka fell asleep, Yang Li found a way to change their position.

While squinting and enjoying Yang Li's massage on the back of her neck, Ritsuka, who was gradually feeling better, looked up at the sky, exuding a kind of carefree, sage-like aura.

"It's okay, it's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

"……Good night."

Ritsuka hugged Yang Li's leg and fell asleep instantly. Yang Li could only continue to maintain the magic trick she used to warm up the mat.

The eerie blue flames roared up, and King Hassan, who had guarded them all night, suddenly appeared, standing in front of the two of them, his tall figure completely blocking out the sunlight.

"The Master who saves humanity still has her own destiny to explore, and the Atlas Institute can answer their long-standing questions."

Atlas Institute, one of the three major departments of the Type-Moon World Magic Association, also known as the Giant's Chamber.

—The Institute of Accumulation and Measurement.

The organization that existed before Christ was a group of alchemists located at the foot of the Atlas Mountains in Egypt. It was not to be underestimated. Even the famous Chaldean building Chaldea was built with the help of the Atlas Institute.

There was a guy there. Yang Li, who had read the script beforehand, naturally knew who the other person was. That place was indeed the place that Ritsuka was destined to go.

"Well, there's no need to know the so-called truth, is there? It's good to be a little confused in life, especially since everything will be over soon."

The golden light shining in his eyes was not the heavy and scorching golden eyes of the dragon race, but an extremely deep and mysterious light. It was the Thousand-Mile Eye EX, and Yang Li, who held the Grand Caster Spirit Origin, naturally possessed this ability.

Clairvoyance is a physical ability, and the Servant possesses it in a degraded form, but that doesn't mean her clairvoyance is weak.

"Grandpa Hassan, could you please take care of them? I have to leave now."

Seeing that Grandpa Wang Hassan nodded silently, Yang Li flicked her finger, and the Ten Rings began to shine. A soft pillow quietly replaced the position of her legs, allowing Ritsuka to continue sleeping soundly.

Summoning Mashu to come and look after him, Yang Li conjured a golden cup in his hand. This cup, known as the Holy Grail, was obtained from Li Xiang the previous night. With this magical block of special significance, everything would undoubtedly be much simpler.

"Making a contract with you made me very happy. Goodbye, old man."

"..."

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and Mash came running from a distance. The fire in King Hassan's eyes flickered slightly.

His spirit form disappeared, the contract ended, and all that remained for him was the task of protecting humanity. The commissions from Gaia and Alaya had been completed, leaving only a very faint sound in the air.

"My heart is also filled with joy."

……

……

In the blink of an eye, they traversed mountains and deserts. The little Artemisia on their shoulder was almost dizzy from the discomfort caused by the spatial teleportation.

With her senses expanding infinitely, Yang Li, floating in the air, held the Holy Grail and subconsciously looked down at the ground. The Atlas Institute was right below, and the famous 'Hermes' pseudo-spiritual calculator was inside. Although it was of little use to her, there were Servants reacting down there.

After placing the Holy Grail inside his body, Yang Li fell from a great height and landed directly on a perceived trap.

Rumble, rumble—!!

With a loud thud, Yang Li plummeted downwards, and soon landed on solid ground, meeting the gaze of a man. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Hey, hello, welcome to Atlas Institute."

He remained calm under pressure. Even though the other party resembled King Solomon, the mastermind behind the burning of humanity, he maintained at least outward composure. Pretending not to recognize the other party's identity might have allowed him to hide it, but revealing it directly would almost certainly lead to his death.

He hadn't had enough of Hermes the Trident yet; there were still a few unsolved cases left, and he had to finish reading them first.

“Sherlock Holmes, you can call me Cangyue, or Solomon, it doesn’t matter. I’m here to borrow a place.”

This is bad. Holmes fell into deep thought as he looked at Yang Li, who immediately introduced himself.

His attempt to deceive them was immediately thwarted; the other side really was the mastermind, Solomon. Of course, his intuition told him otherwise, but the truth couldn't be uncovered in a short time—he didn't have the time.

What should he do now? Surrender? And then get punched to death?

"Wait, you said you could be called Cang Yue, the Ice Queen of Ancient Xilan and Atlantis?"

Watson, you've discovered the blind spot.

Nodding silently, Yang Li smiled slightly as she met Holmes's gaze, then opened her hands, the ring resembling a brass knuckle tightly clenched between her ten fingers.

"Hey, Miss Cangyue, wait!! Don't hit my face..."

Bang——! !

In no time, the outmatched Holmes was knocked to the ground by the God Fist, tied up, and thrown into a corner.

Because of her past connection with Roman and the fact that she was once the last master of Humanity and was brutally defeated in the mobile game, she didn't have much affection for Holmes, who questioned Dr. Roman in Chapter Six.

Since there's no goodwill towards him, there's no need to show mercy. Tying him up directly is a good option, as it will greatly facilitate what's to come.

Using physics to solve the problem was quite effective.

Arriving in front of the Trident Hermes, Yang Li looked at the magical device but ignored it. She spread her fingers and held her hands out in front of her, and a tide of magic surged from her body, with golden light spots rising and shimmering around her.

"The time has come to crown, so that all things may be enlightened (Ars Paulina)."

The surrounding landscape changed dramatically, and a projection of a real Grand Temple of Time, made of magic, replaced the Atlas Courtyard beneath their feet.

PS: 1. This is the first update today.

2. Hmm, is my book really that boring? Why are there no updates in the latest chapters?

I'm dying because I can't read any more posts...

Chapter 675, Section 729: Human Evil, Goetia Reports!

The troops set off, led by a group of Servants and Gawain, who was a contractor. After uniting, the Mountain People began their offensive against the Holy City.

At this stage, with several Knights of the Round Table captured and Lancelot, who possesses the 'Blessing,' having defected to their side under very subtle circumstances, their advantage in this battle is undoubtedly enormous.

Agrave and Mordred, the two combatants belonging to the Holy City, have been sunk into the lake together and trapped there by the Archmage Merlin using illusion magic, ostensibly to let the two calm down in the clear lake water.

The war has begun.

The roaring divine beast Sphinx joined the battle, clashing with countless soldiers, while a host of Servants charged to the front lines.

Arrows rained down on the chaotic battlefield. The Sphinxes fell to the ground in agony. The Mountain People's parts were intercepted. The Holy City lost several combatants, and two powerful beings remained to guard it.

Gawain and Tristan.

Raising the Holy Sword of the Sun above his head, a fierce sun appeared in the sky, and Gawain's power instantly tripled. Although he was not truly invincible, he was still much stronger than before.

Tristan fiddled with the bow in his hand, ready to fire.

"This is troublesome, everyone. We need to solve the problem of the arrow rain coverage, otherwise our soldier units will suffer heavy losses."

Because the sun was shining its brightest overhead, another Gawain, whose light was three times stronger, looked slightly solemn as he swung his holy sword to cut off the rain of arrows in front of him. The raging fire directly crushed hundreds of righteous knights.

Thump—!

Suddenly, a bell rang out on the battlefield, and a sandstorm suddenly rose up and rushed out of the desert, directly covering the rear of the righteous knights. The rain of arrows disappeared into the sandstorm.

"It was the First Lord. He made a move, so we can go straight through the enemy lines and reach the Holy Capital."

Cursed Wrist looked delighted. Heaven knows how others noticed, but there seemed to be a joyful emotion shining on that skull mask.

The group immediately directed their troops to bypass the righteous knights trapped in the sandstorm and head directly towards the gates of the Holy City.