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The spinning and roaring sword once again tore the world apart.

The King's Treasure that had been launched earlier seemed to be humming, further amplifying its power.

"Don't let that Moran guy underestimate us. He might be watching from somewhere, let's go say hello to him too!"

"That's what I was planning too. I'll try to be a little more passionate this time, even though it doesn't quite suit my personality."

Enkidu was also unusually excited.

She could sense countless people watching from outside the battlefield, but none of that mattered to her.

The joy of reuniting with loved ones.

This made her, the divine weapon, stop thinking about anything else.

"This is the final blow of the night! Take it as a pledge for a final battle. Accept it—narrating the beginning, the creation of heaven and earth, offering a blessing in the creation of nothingness. Severing the world is my sword of separation!

The vortex of the rotating stars, the hell in heaven, is the end of the eve of creation, [Star of the Separation of Heaven and Earth (Enuma.Elish)]! ! ”

At the moment when Gilgamesh gave his all.

Enkidu, who was on the ground, smiled back at him, and countless flowers and branches blooming on the ground formed a divine spear.

It advanced rapidly in a straight line, colliding head-on with the Sword of Disobedience that was constantly tearing the world apart.

It is as if it is leaving behind the most ancient narrative epic.

This desert, and the magicians who witnessed it, were all left with scars that would be difficult to heal even after a long time.

With an unprecedented and unparalleled blow.

The Hero King and Sky Chain declare their participation in the war.

Moran couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

Neither Gilgamesh nor Enkidu was willing to fall behind him.

If they were to fight, they would fight until only three of them were left.

Whoever gets knocked out first.

Whoever does it will be laughed at by the other for the rest of his life.

There is no limit to the method, just fight to your heart's content.

Just like the hunting feasts held in Uruk in the past, even Moran felt his heart surge.

However, the other masters and servants will suffer.

But, that’s all in the past.

A few minutes later——

The figures of the Golden Heroic Spirit and the Emerald Man are no longer there.

All that remains on the surface are deep, hollowed-out pits.

The desert, which was almost a plain, was hollowed out into a basin. The onlookers were stunned and couldn't believe it when they saw this scene.

The Pale Knight who arrived here just turned around.

Asking for flowers

He didn't see the two men.

If you lose your goal, all that’s left is to leave.

The reactions of the magicians in Xueyuan City varied. Some were worried and regretted coming here, and some even planned to escape.

Others harbor ambitions for the miracle known as the Heroic Spirit, and they plot whether they can seize a position from other Masters.

The Magic Association has also been observing this for a long time.

However, the power of this Holy Grail War was still beyond their expectations, shocking all observers.

Many people recalled Moran's words: "It's a war like this that's worth my participation."

It was hard to imagine how far their king had come to be able to rival such a terrifying monster.

However, even after witnessing this scene, no one wavered in their loyalty to Britain, and they even felt that they had to fight.

Let Britain, long silent, roar.

A miracle that proves that Britain's King is no less worthy than the Heroic Spirits, a hymn of love and victory dedicated to the King.

Not wanting to fall behind is the same everywhere.

A crisis that could destroy the world, a murder game between heroes, and miracles that the world cannot understand.

It is happening right now, in this Snowfield City.

Afterwards, the U.S. government intervened.

They cited explosions in gas and oil pipelines as an excuse to forbid others from entering the desert area of Snowfield.

The strange thing is that even though this strange thing happened.

The people in Xueyuan City continued to live their lives as usual, as if they were unaware of the explosion.

"Huh, this is Snowfield City? Noel said that Moran would appear in this Holy Grail War..."

A girl with beautiful blue hair got off the plane.

She was wearing a black shirt and a short skirt.

He also wears black-framed glasses that give him an intellectual air.

The girl looked up and saw the English words "Welcome to Xueyuan City" at the airport exit, and a smile of anticipation appeared on her face.

She looks like an ordinary girl traveling abroad.

However, no one could have imagined that such a lively and pure girl would be a member of the Cathedral Church's burial agency!

And those who belong to the church would never think of it.

The members of the Buried Organization skipped work to participate in the Holy Grail War!

Chapter 546: A King Without Morality? [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Snowfield, North West.

A suburb several kilometers away from the skyscrapers.

There, there is a building.

At first glance, it looked like a fortress built to protect the town, but despite its height, it was somewhat insufficient. Several watchtowers were built around the building with a wide floor plan.

The facility is under strict surveillance, with a fence with barbed wire as the boundary, clearly separating the outside world from the construction site.

Kozman Special Correctional Center.

This is one of the private prisons that is not uncommon in the United States.

So-called private prisons are privately-run prisons that are commissioned by state or federal governments and operate under a business model that uses prisoners' labor to manufacture products to generate profits.

With the country's prison population easily exceeding two million, the number of people that state-run prisons can accommodate is simply not enough.

Therefore, prisons run by private enterprises exist all over the country, and the existence of a prison in Snowfield is not a strange thing worth mentioning to ordinary citizens.

It is better to say that among the citizens, many people do not know that this building is a prison.

What's more, those who know the inside story of the prison can no longer be classified as ordinary citizens.

This is also one of the facilities monitored by Britain.

For no other reason, according to the intelligence from MI5, this is the hiding place of Fadius' organization.

One of the masterminds behind the Holy Grail War in Xueyuan City.

Hiding in the basement of this prison.

In that dimly lit room, several men and women stared at the screen in silence, continuously checking and switching the images.

The office area alone is as large as a football field.

There are all kinds of surveillance equipment here, but only a few of them are used to monitor the inside of the prison.

The other screens are all monitoring Xueyuan City.

From public cameras to hidden cameras to familiars, they left no corner of the city untouched.

There are even scenes that are clearly from private hotel rooms, with the candid shots taken with no intention of concealing them.

A combination of science and magic.

This is vividly reflected in this surveillance intelligence agency.

"I didn't expect...he would come."

Fadius stared at a screen with a frown on his face.

It was a camera on Snowfield's Central Street, and a man and a woman appeared on the screen.

They travel together like a fairy couple.

The woman among them was so beautiful that she looked like an inhuman being, and her snow-white hair that was almost characteristic.

He saw that this was someone from the Einzbern.

"The Einzberns... once one of the three great families, have fallen under the yoke of Britannia. Apparently, this has something to do with the new king..."

Fadius mused expressionlessly.

During this time lurking in Britain.

Despite being Langer's disciple, Fadius, who avoided entering the Clock Tower to avoid being discovered, understands the King of Britain far better than anyone else.

The King of Britain reigns at Snowfield.

It goes without saying how important this is.

At least, Fadius could see Britain's attitude from this incident, and the situation was worse than he thought.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid both the British government and the Magic Association intend to fully support the new king... If that happens, this won't be a simple Holy Grail War."

Fadius was distressed.

This may seem like just an ordinary Holy Grail War, but in reality, the waters are muddy and it has already involved the struggle between nations.

The King of Britain is everything to Britain.

His will is Britain.

If not handled properly, it may escalate to the level of national war.

Just thinking about it makes my head tingle.

The former British king left too much fear to the ancestors of the United States during the War of Independence.

That mysterious power is enough to defeat an entire nation.

If the King of Britain had not chosen a truce in the past, the United States might not even have had the chance to become an independent country.

This is also why the current United States is so obsessed with mystery.

It is the experience of near-death pain.

Therefore, we are eager to pursue this power.

This is one of the reasons why the United States chose to host the Holy Grail War.

Whether it's science or mystery...

They want to dominate in both areas.

"That's outrageous! Doesn't he know what he represents?! Doesn't he have the integrity of a king? He didn't even issue a diplomatic note before setting foot in Snowfield City! If the high-ranking officials in Washington knew about this, it would be very difficult to handle."

Fadius really wanted to curse.

A monster that is invincible in its own territory actually came from thousands of miles away to visit Snowfield City.

No one would believe that I have no selfish motives at all.

They had just rejected the Magic Association and the Church when they welcomed the King of Britain.

However, Fadius felt that he could still calm the people in Washington by talking a little.