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Even if the guess is off, he is at least one of the participants in the Holy Grail War.

This is why the female assassin killed him.

"call........"

The female assassin released her spirit form at the third floor of the hall.

She locked onto Orlando in the center of the hall.

call out--! !

Just as she was about to attack, an arrow containing enormous magical power quickly approached her.

At the critical moment, the female assassin quickly twisted her joints.

She narrowly avoided the attack.

If it weren't for the powerful perception given by the [Dream Nerves], she would never have been able to realize this arrow.

If she hadn't dodged, the arrow would have pierced her heart straight and accurately.

Look again, at the arrow she successfully dodged.

It flew straight towards the passage behind the female assassin, and with one strike it penetrated and shattered several reinforced concrete walls.

What can be confirmed is that—

This arrow possesses considerable power, capable of killing a human or an ordinary heroic spirit.

Meanwhile, in dark shadows.

Moran used Hades' power to conceal his aura and used the True Ancestor's ability to hide in the shadow of the female assassin.

Possessing such divine-level concealment abilities.

Even gods of the same level might not be able to discover him, let alone the mortals and servants present.

Moran observed every move of everyone in the hall.

There was a gleam of interest in his eyes.

"Brilliant, brilliant. Was that an arrow shot by a mortal? Even a seventh-level high-ranking Dead Apostle would feel pain if hit by it...

But, it's a pity that these hosts are too weak."

Moran's eyes swept over the twenty-eight policemen.

He commented like a gourmet.

The person who shot the arrow was a young woman in a police uniform.

He had a quiver on his back that didn't match his uniform, and in his hand was not a pistol or a baton, but a longbow that was as tall as himself.

——Yes, this is a Noble Phantasm.

The moment the female assassin saw it, she identified the policewoman holding a longbow as a Servant.

But, just when she was so sure.

Another chill was coming towards her.

"snort--!!"

The attacker was a black police officer.

He took a step forward, holding a razor-like treasure in his hand, and swept it towards the female assassin.

The female assassin immediately did a backflip and half a side spin.

He dodged the attack in time.

Likewise, this razor is also a Noble Phantasm.

The female assassin was confused, but she kicked the black policeman without hesitation.

"Goooo!"

The black policeman held a razor in front of his body for defense.

However, he was still kicked deep into the passage.

This time, confusion still appeared in the eyes of the female assassin. She did not have the sense of reality that she had hit the Heroic Spirit.

What I am facing is like cotton with thorns.

Although the opponent had the attack power to injure her, his body was so fragile that she could easily kill him.

Just like... a mortal?

This scene was also seen by Moran who was hiding in the shadows.

“Tsk tsk, even with the blessing of the fake written by Alexandre Dumas, it is not easy for a mortal to surpass the original.

Just like when Hercules accomplished the Twelve Labours and the Argonauts crossed the ocean, if you don't achieve this level of accomplishment, a fake can't possibly be the real thing."

Moran said meaningfully.

But the glint of interest in his eyes remained.

This shows that he still has expectations for these mortals and is not disappointed by a little setback.

These mortals can fight against female assassins.

It relies more on the performance of the Noble Phantasm bestowed by Alexandre Dumas.

However, to further unleash the power of counterfeiting, these mortals must also write their own stories.

And incorporate it into the fake Noble Phantasm.

This allows the counterfeit to be transformed into a genuine product that is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Moran was very interested in this.

Although the story of the weak defeating the strong is very cliché, isn’t this also the most favorite story form of mankind since ancient times?

Brave men defeat demons, revolutionaries overthrow tyrants, patriots resist invaders, humans bid farewell to gods... There are too many stories like this in history.

Most people desire to defeat the strong with the weak.

As a viewer, Moran also likes this kind of story.

Chapter 561: The Existence of the Dead Apostles [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

When the female assassin uses multiple Noble Phantasms in succession.

Soon, twenty-eight policemen were engaged in a fierce battle.

As mortals holding counterfeits, they can now compete with real heroic spirits.

However, this is not the full power of the counterfeit Noble Phantasm.

They haven't used them all yet.

In order to prevent external factors from affecting the battle, Orlando used a pistol engraved with magic to open the police station's barrier.

At this point, even if a tank fired at the police station.

No one outside will hear the sound.

Moreover, as the barrier unfolded, several soul-devouring beasts and dozens of evil spirits appeared.

They all rushed out targeting the female assassin.

Even at this point, Orlando, as the master, had to draw the samurai sword at his waist and join the battlefield.

He realized that female assassins were extremely troublesome.

While Orlando was fighting, he shouted:

"Judging from your continuous use of the Noble Phantasm, your master seems to be an extremely skilled magus. Go ask your master if he is willing to join us in the fight against Gilgamesh."

He proposed an alliance to the female assassin.

Although Orlando believes that there is an 80% chance that the other party will not accept it, there is still a 20% possibility.

At the very least, it would be possible to find out the relationship between the female assassin and her Master, which was part of gathering intelligence.

However, the female assassin's words were beyond Orlando's expectations.

"...I have no master. Furthermore, I have no intention of serving a magus, nor do I desire the Holy Grail."

"what?"

The female assassin's answer left Orlando confused.

How could there be such a Servant? !

"I will crush the Holy Grail War that has bewitched the great leaders of all generations!"

The female assassin asserted this.

At the same time, she also increases her vigilance against surrounding enemies.

After this brief battle.

She already understood the characteristics of these police officers.

As the battle lasts longer, their proficiency in the Noble Phantasms in their hands increases, and their power grows stronger.

Even if those Noble Phantasms were considered melee weapons, the power of each slash and blow gradually increased. Some even began to "release flames from the tip of the blade," creating special effects that were impossible with ordinary weapons.

It must be done quickly.

The longer it was delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for her.

Facing the crazy words of the female assassin.

Orlando immediately thought it was a lie.

How could a Servant be able to move after losing its Master? Only archers and caster-class Heroic Spirits have this ability.

It's impossible for him to be a mere assassin.

Just when Orlando was about to escalate the battle with the female assassin to the next level, another character entered the scene.

This character is Jesta.

He is the Master who summoned the female assassin.

This man dealt a heavy blow to the police force as soon as he appeared.

The police, who had been able to fight the female assassin on equal terms, were reduced in number within a few minutes.

He doesn't look like a human, but more like a monster in human skin.

Such an abnormal person walked straight up to the female assassin in front of everyone.

He seemed to ignore the police.

"You're so slow in introducing yourself, my dear."

In the hall that has returned to silence.

Jesta opened his arms as if in gratitude for the silence and knelt respectfully before the bewildered black-clad assassin.

"My name is Testa Cartore.

As a master, I fully approve of your actions... and as an inhuman Dead Apostle, I am the one who took everything from you."

Jesta kept a vicious smile on his face and stared at the assassin as if licking her whole body with his tongue.

The only word the female assassin heard was "Dead Apostle".

—A futile messenger of death.

——Expel the messengers of destruction from mankind.

These were the words she could think of regarding the Dead Apostles.

The Hassanids had fought against this monster before, even in her lifetime.

Whenever a war breaks out between a sect and pagans, the Dead Apostles are terrifying monsters that appear on the battlefield and stir up a violent storm regardless of their faction.

All of these monsters are messengers who regard the very existence of humanity as an enemy and kill it.

The female assassin froze in place.