Those time travelers that year

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The events that unfolded in the capital were clearly unexpected for the princess of the Age of Gods, who could have imagined the emergence of a deity with a completely different style. This was understandable; although she was a witch from the Age of Gods, she was still just a witch… Back in the Age of Gods, due to her bloodline and position, her lineage suffered considerable suppression from the twelve Olympian gods, and her knowledge of the gods was later bestowed upon her by Charles.

Although she has now activated her divinity and understands the power of faith, it doesn't mean that the Princess of the Age of Gods can understand the problems of another system. If she had ignited the divine fire, that would be another matter, but unfortunately, she is still, at best, only a demigod.

Furthermore, the deities in the Eastern system cannot be understood in the normal way. After all, when it comes to ranking, no one takes into account factors other than their own strength. The main god behind these reincarnators is the same. In its evaluation, the City God is only around B-level, but that does not take into account the 'extra' factors such as the seal, divine talisman, divine domain, incense power, the rank conferred by the Heavenly Court, and the dragon aura of the human dynasty.

This leads to the reincarnators seemingly having a slight misconception about the City God's rank. Admittedly, the City God isn't highly regarded by the main gods; even the City God's seal and divine talisman are only grade B. However, when these factors are combined... it's like how ordinary monsters and elite monsters, even at the same level, have completely different actual difficulties, not to mention that above elites are Silver Elite and bosses. Even among bosses, there are different levels. Didn't you see in the Investiture of the Gods that a bunch of juniors wielding magical weapons could easily beat up their seniors?! Didn't you see how, before the difficulty was lowered, Ke Da's glare could kill anyone?

This was only because the Princess of the Divine Era was a little conservative and didn't overestimate her abilities and continue to interfere. Otherwise, she would most likely have fallen into the hands of the City God who had been resurrected through this incident. However, in that case, Xia Er would definitely have intervened to clear things up. It's hard to say whether this was the City God's good fortune, or even if it was, it's probably all used up by now.

Princess Kamishiro reported this matter with great embarrassment...

"Uh!" Ciel covered his face and said to the uneasy Princess Kamishiro sitting in front of him, "So... something unexpected happened, right?!"

"I'm so sorry, Master!" Originally, nothing serious happened, but because I meddled on a whim, a series of problems arose, catching Princess Kamishiro completely off guard. Now she's even more frustrated; this situation where your good intentions backfired can only be attributed to Tokiomi.

"Sigh! Alright, alright!" Reaching out to pat Princess Kamishiro's head, who looked like she was about to cry, Charles comforted her, "...It's all Tokiomi's fault, no, it's all fate's choice, there's no need to worry about it."

"But it's turned out like this!"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care anyway, and besides, how should I put it?" Looking up in the direction of the capital, distance and space could not hinder Xia's vision at all. In just an instant, the Ruman capital, which was originally shrouded in the Human Law Network and the Earth Vein Network, was completely reflected in Xia's eyes.

Every person there, every event that happened there, and the future that has not yet come to pass, are all reflected in the field of vision. Along with the City God's Seal floating in an alternate dimension above the capital, and the City God's Divine Realm that is transforming from illusion into reality.

"...How should I put this?" Regarding the City God, whose style was so distinctly Eastern mythology, Xia Er found the world truly wondrous. He had just returned from a mythical martial arts world not long ago, and the local specialties he'd brought back were almost gone. But now... there were more local specialties, and they were even being delivered to his doorstep willingly! This was truly...

That would be wonderful.

I just got back to BH City last night, I'm exhausted and can't write anything. I'll post a chapter from my draft now, one update today too. I'll start making up for the rest tomorrow. Thanks...

417. Try to skirt the edge.

Faced with this free treat, Xia Er couldn't help but examine it closely. He had just experienced a divine weapon world with an Eastern style before, and it was a divine weapon world superimposed on the world of the Emperor. However, that world didn't have so many twists and turns; it was simply a matter of fighting power and having cheat codes. But this one seemed to be something created by those reincarnators, and it lacked the martial arts style of the divine weapon world. Instead, it had a strong Xianxia or mythological style.

Even without pondering it, Xia Er could guess that these were definitely brought out by reincarnators from some unknown immortal world. Unfortunately, these reincarnators probably never imagined that the soul of a god was lurking among them, using them to smuggle themselves into this world, and intending to use their bodies for rebirth.

"This is utterly shameless!" Although the Eastern-style City God used those reincarnated beings to conceal his identity and relied on stolen, unclaimed faith power to cast spells that obscured his fate in this world, it must be said, this guy was incredibly shameless. However, thinking about it, in the Eastern mythological system, only those shameless individuals can truly survive; in fact, it could be said that anyone who wants to cause trouble has no sense of shame whatsoever.

For example, the most infamous Buddhist thief bald man...

Look at that! Their leader, Buddha, always talks about saving all sentient beings, but he never goes to save demons and monsters! Aren't they sentient beings?! Okay, even if he goes to preach scriptures to those demons and monsters, he first blasts them to dust before reciting the Rebirth Mantra.

The City God who is currently planning to cause trouble in this world, although he is not as profound in Buddhist teachings (and martial arts) as the Buddha, has deeply learned the way of dealing with people from those great beings. That is, when it comes to the crucial moment, if you can be shameless, then be shameless to the extreme.

"Using those unlucky souls as a pretext to plot against that god who courted death and met a terrible end? Is this some kind of artificial descent of a saint?!" Even if that City God had calculated everything, using the power of faith to unravel the secrets of fate, he was ultimately not a native of this world. If this world's own consciousness hadn't been flawed, he would have been rejected and thrown out long ago. That's why he couldn't possibly discover the problems within this world.

Well, the fact that Xia Er truly exists in this world is the biggest problem. However, it would be quite difficult for the mere City God to discover Xia Er. As long as he exists in this world, let alone the City God, even Buddha himself would be absolutely unable to find Xia Er's figure in the celestial calculations. Even if Xia Er does nothing, this world is constantly moving closer to him and being increasingly influenced by him.

However, if Buddha were to come, he probably wouldn't intend to chat with Xia Er about Buddhist scriptures or anything like that. He'd more likely just slap him across the face and send this world to the Western Paradise.

He withdrew his gaze. Since he already knew the City God was courting death, Xia Er didn't plan to deal with him. He hadn't bothered with the local deity before—initially because he couldn't defeat him, and now he was too lazy to break through those layers of spacetime seals. Since someone else was willing to do it, he might as well let him.

"Master?!"

"Ah! It's nothing! It's nothing!" Xia Er said to his sister, "It's just a god! It's not like those primordial gods or ancient gods of order, and it's only half-dead and planning to cause trouble... Even if it causes a big problem, it's just a little troublesome, and we can restore it with one click by spending some effort!"

"So don't blame yourself. But..." Charles lowered his head and whispered in Princess Kamishiro's ear, "...a small punishment, I think you...won't mind it!"

“M…Master!?”

"You're looking forward to it too, aren't you...?"

"Wait, there are still people here, um, um, um..." Before the princess could react, Charles cut her off, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and pulling her close. "Master... um, um... could you..."

"No!" he said, pressing her down onto the sofa...

As for the impact of this scene on Atia, who was standing to the side, and the silver-haired little bat that had been forcibly picked up by Atia, that remains to be seen.

cough cough...

I can't write any more, or the censors will visit me.

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Just as a hidden final boss was flirting with the girl in his own home, the conflict between the reincarnators intensified. Or rather, with the reincarnators' intervention, this imperial civil war had become a complete mess. A single reincarnator is essentially an armory; if they wanted, they could acquire large quantities of weaponry across many worlds. And any reincarnator with a modicum of sense would prepare items like spatial rings to pack up their supplies.

If the Supreme God hadn't restricted the use of technological weapons, we'd already be facing a world teeming with nuclear warheads. However, even if the Supreme God restricted purely technological weapons, in this world, as long as they aren't high-tech weapons like those equipped with λ-drives or AT fields, or seemingly unscientific humanoid combat weapons like Gundams, the restrictions aren't that severe.

Take Iron Man armor, for example. Pure technology alone won't cut it! But you can modify it! For instance, you can enchant, enchant, and enchant the armor, or modify the palm cannon to fire a magic cannon, and replace the built-in AI with a tower spirit…

Therefore, as long as the reincarnators want to, they can naturally find ways to overcome the so-called limitations of technological weapons. Like these temporary collaborations, which provide a plethora of technologies and even components to the suppression forces… They enchant the armor with properties like sturdiness and defense, then modify the cannon barrels into a super-railgun – a Type 59 Mod 1.0 land-based enhanced version. Or, they enchant the terrain with speed boosts, water-walking abilities, and obstacle-ignoring capabilities – a Type 59 Mod 2.0 amphibious version; or even a Type 59 Mod 3.0 aerial combat version enchanted with anti-gravity and flight spells…

Some Reincarnators who had mastered the item-based strategy, while unable to deploy Red Alert base vehicles in this world, were still able to create machine tools and the like. As a result, the entire style of the suppression war shifted in an unnatural direction. Now, the Reincarnators' extensive intervention has inevitably been discovered by the Sanctuary and the Church.

Normally, the punitive expedition would have already stormed the door to check the water meter.

Unfortunately, the Holy Temple and the Church are already preoccupied with their own problems. After all, anyone who isn't a fool knows what Zavisha did—he betrayed them! The Earth Network and Human Law Domain that covered the entire capital city were designed to target all supernatural forces indiscriminately, and all the personnel they dispatched lost contact after entering the capital city.

First of five consecutive updates

418. The New Kinship

Forced by circumstances and unable to enter the capital to investigate the truth, the Holy Temple and the Church could only remain inactive and wait for the situation to develop. However, with the increasingly bizarre battlefields of the Imperial Civil War and signs of human intervention, the Holy Temple and the Church finally could no longer sit idly by. Of course, they did not venture into the capital, which had become a forbidden zone for the supernatural; instead, they began investigating the shady dealings within the suppression army.

The other reincarnators hadn't bothered to conceal this, and were naturally discovered by the investigators. Conflict was inevitable, followed by the tragic defeat of the Holy Temple and Church personnel once again… The reincarnators proved to themselves that they were nothing but a bunch of trash.

The reincarnators, whose average basic level was around C, completely overwhelmed the personnel sent out by the Holy Temple. Although it's unknown what kind of expressions the higher-ups of the Holy Temple and the Church had, it must have been quite a sight.

……

In a small town far from the capital, Iris Galgwin, the newly appointed Templar Commander of the Holy Temple, gazed silently in the direction of the capital.

"What's wrong, Sir Gargwin?!" Father Brown walked over and asked.

"...No, it's nothing, it's just that the world has changed so much lately, so much so that it's caught everyone off guard!" Shaking her head, Iris looked blankly in the direction of the capital and said to Father Brown, "Father...do you think God...exists?!"

"Why do you ask that?!" Father Brown frowned and replied, "The Father is in heaven..."

“No! Father, I’m not discussing theology with you!” Elise interrupted Father Brown, her voice hollow and dry. “...What I want to ask is, does God really exist in this world?”

"This……"

"If God truly exists in this world, then what exactly is going on?! More and more heretics, the Templar rebellion triggering a civil war in a country, all sorts of political struggles emerging in the upper echelons of the Templars and the Church..." Iris said in a strange tone, "If God truly exists, then why doesn't He step in to solve these problems? Aren't we all children of the Father?!"

“…If I were a member of the Inquisition, Sir Calgwen, you shouldn’t be saying these things. But I’m not; I’m just a useless old priest. In that case, I don’t know where to begin.” Father Brown replied, “Are you confused?”

“Sigh… Yes, Father, you’re right.” Iris sighed. “I thought that as long as I didn’t get involved in politics and negotiations, I would never get involved. I thought the Holy Church was righteous, the guardian of the world’s order… But what I see now is a Holy Church knight colluding with heretics and instigating war. What I see is the Holy Church being powerless to do anything about it, the Church’s ambiguous attitude, and no one willing to care about these things; they are more concerned about their own positions…”

Father Brown fell silent, unsure where to begin. Ever since Zavisha's rebellion sparked a civil war between conservatives and reformers, a division had emerged within the upper echelons of the sanctuary and the church. One group believed that Zavisha, having meddled in secular politics while still holding his Knighthood, and collaborating with heretics, should be eliminated. However, another group argued that the situation was still unclear, and perhaps Zavisha had simply been kidnapped.

When the team sent to investigate the capital disappeared without a trace, and a strange force emanating from the capital and suppressing supernatural groups appeared, the Holy Temple and the Church lost all intelligence about the capital. Even then, no one offered to investigate or strengthen security; instead, they began to shirk responsibility.

As a result, the punitive expedition led by Elizabeth was stuck in this small town for nearly half a month, unable to go to the capital. After reporting the situation, the higher-ups issued a perfunctory order to remain in place. It is worth mentioning that, through some connections, Elizabeth and Father Brown learned that although the high-ranking officials of the church were still debating these matters, they at least had the idea of ​​dealing with them. However, the Church was different. Several archbishops had an ambiguous attitude towards Zavisa's actions. They also learned that several months ago, Zavisa had visited several archbishops in the name of the Arliut family.

In short, the whole thing is a complete mess...

“Whether God exists or not, I cannot judge!” After a long while, Father Brown said, “But I know that the Father I believe in is in my heart, in every prayer I make.”

“...Is that so?!” Iris paused for a moment. “...Perhaps I’ve been too tired lately. I’m sorry, Father.”

“It’s alright. If you’re really tired, then go and rest for a while!” Father Brown said. “Let those officials handle those messy affairs themselves!”

“Okay!” Iris nodded and said, “I’ll go for a walk now to clear my head… Although it’s still far from the capital, there’s no guarantee there won’t be any dangers. Please arrange the duty shifts for tonight, Father!” With that, she turned and left.

Walking alone down the street, night was beginning to fall. The setting sun cast its last rays, leaving only the glow of dusk. Iris walked on and on, then suddenly stopped. She realized that everything around her had changed: empty streets, an empty city, an empty world…

“God!? Does He really only exist in theology?” she murmured. As she spoke, a heavy bell tolled in the strangely shifting world around her, as if she were the only one there, a solitary figure, like a ghost. “What has happened? Is this world real? Or is it just a dream!?” Iris gazed into the distance, at the twilight sky and the setting sun…

“If God truly exists, then…” Iris whispered, “…could it be you? Charles Grete!? Or is this mortal identity merely a disguise or a shell of God!?” The bell tolled louder, and many faint whispers began to appear around them. Soon, dusk was completely replaced by night, and countless snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Centered on Iris, countless icicles began to spread outwards.

Her once-golden hair fell down, and the golden strands were gradually dyed snow-white. Then, pure white holy flames surrounded Iris, as if they were alive. But soon, darkness appeared in the pure white holy flames, and this darkness quickly replaced the holy flames.

Standing atop the icicles, surrounded by black flames, Iris raised her head, her eyes filled with a cold emptiness.

Something was corrupting her, something was constantly beckoning her—she knew it all, and this hallucination-like state had been occurring more and more frequently over time. Especially the black nun's habit and robe that had now materialized around her. She knew that when all of this became reality, everything would change.

Then, all the anomalies, or rather, illusions, vanished, and Iris was still standing on the street, the sun not yet completely below the cliff. She was still blonde, dressed in her knight's uniform, without ice crystals, black flames, or falling snow.

However, in the afterglow of the setting sun, Iris's shadow appeared to be carrying two scythes, one long and one short. But in just a moment, the shadow returned to its original form...

Second update

419. Just a little more close.

In this world today, the only two humans affected by the power of the Charr are heading down different paths. One has gone mad and probably doesn't even know what she truly wants to pursue. The other, at least as a beautiful woman, enjoys privileges; if the former's fall was a curse, then the latter is a divine favor.

However, no one knew this, not even Xia Er himself. Although he sensed that he now seemed to have gained an extra subordinate, he already had quite a few henchmen, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Not to mention, Xia Er was more concerned about the movements of those reincarnators, and the City God who had come to this world through these reincarnators and even planned to establish himself here.

As time passed, the divine domain enveloping the capital grew ever larger, and the City God's residence, born from illusion through the power of faith, slowly materialized. When this residence became real, it would be the day of the City God's true resurrection. Now, it could even be said that the entire area within a thousand miles of the capital had become this City God's earthly divine kingdom. However, this also puzzled Xia Er; the City God wasn't some powerful deity, yet what this City God could achieve clearly exceeded all limits.

However, upon closer inspection, the earth vein network, reminiscent of the Heavenly Net used to seal the Primordial Demon in the Divine Weapon series, and the magic net in the sky, connected to it, weren't entirely surprising. After all, in Xia Er's eyes, this City God most likely came from some fantasy or mythological world, so it wasn't unexpected that he possessed such power.

Compared to the diligent City God, the other five reincarnators in the capital are far inferior. It seems these five have been bewitched; although their strength grows daily, Xia Er, after observing them occasionally, sees it as a mirage. Their power likely originates from the soon-to-be fully resurrected City God… These guys have unknowingly become pawns. Subjected to some kind of mental manipulation, four now indulge in debauchery, while the other, through the use of faith, is gradually losing his way in the process of increasing power.

These reincarnators didn't feel anything was wrong because this kind of mental suggestion was not mental interference, but a kind of subconscious guidance. Therefore, the various methods and tools used by these reincarnators to defend against mental interference were completely ineffective.

As the saying goes, desires are always deeply ingrained in people's hearts, and this is the reason why.

Mental defense items and skills, while capable of preventing and resisting external mental control, are ineffective against desires and thoughts that arise spontaneously under guidance. Thus, Charles watched as these five reincarnators raced headlong towards their doom…

Also rushing headlong towards ruin is the City God, who believes he has a great advantage. His audacity in reaching out his sinful hands towards the slumbering deity of this world proves this. The City God believes he currently holds a significant advantage; once these reincarnated beings begin to fight amongst themselves, and the vanguard 'voluntarily' bears the 'cause and effect' and 'karma' to tear the slumbering deity down, then the City God will have the ability to directly attack the deity's fallen mortal realm, a substitution of one deity for another.

Well, I wonder what their expressions would be if they knew there was an evil god here ready to close the net.

Of course, for Charles right now, spending time with his soft, sweet girl is far more interesting than dealing with these guys who keep barging into this world. Honestly, how could anyone abandon their own girl to go and have a gay relationship with these guys?!

……

Slightly panting, Medea collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and powerless. A blush of lingering pleasure lingered on her pale skin. The sheets were soaked through, whether from sweat or something else, it was hard to tell (censored...).

In short, the Princess of the Age of Gods, after awakening her divinity, is no longer the same as she was as a Servant; at least in terms of strength and stamina, she has experienced a significant boost. Yes, she's improved in every aspect...

No matter how much she improved, Princess Kamishiro was still no match for her. The war began on the sofa in the hall, then moved to a naval battle in the bathroom, and finally to a siege on the big bed in the room... Okay! I can't say anymore, or it might get censored.

After a series of major battles, Princess Kamishiro was forced to declare defeat, but the almost unconscious look of pleasure on her face showed that she thoroughly enjoyed the intense war.

"Phew, does it feel good?" A hand reached over from the other side of the bed, naturally encircling Princess Kamishiro's slender waist and pulling her closer so she could lean against his chest. The other hand then slid down her smooth back (censored)...

"M-Master!" Faced with this question, Princess Kamishiro blushed and buried her face.

"If it's comfortable, then just admit it honestly, it doesn't matter..." Charles smiled, then lowered his head and kissed Princess Kamishiro's soft lips, deftly slipping his tongue inside.