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An overwhelming gap in strength.

“Mmmm…”

Everyone in the police force was trembling on their feet.

Even so, even though there was no hope, they still did not flee, and no one even took their eyes off Moran.

It’s not that they aren’t afraid.

Some of them had tears in their eyes and their teeth were chattering.

If it was a normal mission, it would be common sense to retreat first.

But they all understood.

Once you choose to back down at this moment, there will never be a next time.

Neither the heavily armed mobile team to fight terrorists nor the National Guard will come.

Even if they came, they could not be more suitable opponents for the True Ancestor than them who possessed Noble Phantasms.

--top notch.

They are here precisely because they are the top pawns prepared by the police department.

No one knows whether these added honors and titles are ultimately suggestions imposed by Orlando or a spiritual unity brought about by the self-suggestions deeply rooted in their hearts.

They were able to register as "Twenty-Eight Monsters", and all they got was the director's guarantee.

——You are justice!

The endorsement is without any evidence and is just simple words.

But for those who believe this, it can become a definite curse, or a blessing, a chain tightly bound to actions and destiny.

Among these people, the one most deeply bound by this sentence was a young policeman who, even with his right arm shattered, still stood firm on the battlefield.

Chapter 567: The Lucky Police Force [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The young policeman's name was John Wingold.

He has had a special feeling for the police profession since he was a child.

His late mother was also a police officer, just like him now.

When he was still unsure whether he was old enough to understand things, he witnessed his mother's end on TV.

Although John's father immediately turned off the TV to prevent his son from seeing his mother surrounded by flames, the flames at that moment were deeply imprinted in John's heart.

To comfort John who lost his mother.

His father chose to tell John the story of his mother whenever John couldn't fall asleep.

Although, as a father, this is not a wrong choice.

However, this also led John to embark on the path that his mother had taken, and he became an ideal policeman.

No, it can be said to be a curse.

It wasn't until he was an adult that John discovered his father was a magician.

When the truth was revealed, he was also told that he was sold to the state by his father in a transaction.

Even though Ugly Country is a powerful country, it is always a few steps behind the Holy Church and the Magic Association in dealing with the mysterious aspects.

This is how we recruit talented magicians.

It's not a strange thing for the Ugly Country.

John was terrified of magic.

Because from the moment he discovered magic, he, who originally believed in science, found that many of the previous unsolved cases were mysterious.

He could understand the concept that magic should be kept secret.

However, John could not accept paying the price of people's lives in order to hide magic.

When John was confused.

It was Orlando who showed him the way.

——Irrationality caused by rules beyond cognition can also be solved by methods beyond cognition.

Afterwards, John was promoted to the direct unit through his continuous efforts.

And was sent to Xueyuan City to deal with the Holy Grail War.

He still remembered what Orlando had said to them at that time, about the shocking truth of this Holy Grail War.

"This city is about to become a battlefield for magicians. Now that all nations are taking action, this war is unstoppable."

"Confronting the state is one option, but that's a foolish approach that's worse than having no plan at all."

"In that case, what we should do is to deal with the war and continue to maintain order. We can only prove to magicians around the world that there are guards protecting the boundary between here and the magical world."

"Remember. If we fail, the worst-case scenario is that 800,000 citizens will die."

When I knew that the country was in charge of this matter.

John felt unreasonable and angry.

Can a country that uses 800,000 citizens as pawns in the Holy Grail War and commits such cruel acts still be considered a country?!

John was trying to stop it.

However, he found out that it was too late. The Ugly Country had been planning for half a century to host the Holy Grail War in Xueyuan City.

This is definitely not something he can overturn alone.

On the other hand, Orlando's idea is the most reasonable.

They have to control the development of the Holy Grail War and suppress any situation before the citizens are harmed.

If this could be done, John thought it would be a proof.

As long as one can harness the power of the top-level familiars, "Heroic Spirits," simply existing here can greatly restrain the magicians and prevent them from making any rash moves.

However, John was still too naive.

As a young magician, he did not understand the cruelty of mystery and had never seen a real monster.

Like, right now.

The King of Britain, who far surpassed the Dead Apostle Zeusta, easily manipulated the police officers into his hands.

"Oh? You're not going to run away? If you run away now, you might still have a chance. I might even show mercy and spare your lives."

Like a devil throwing candy.

Moran glanced at the policemen who were still standing, with a relaxed smile on his face that did not reveal any hostility.

However, no one was going to escape.

Moran seemed to be frowning with dissatisfaction when he saw this scene, but there was a hint of appreciation in the depths of his eyes.

"Huh? No one wants to escape?"

After Moran finished speaking, John stood up and said, "Huh... If I think about it calmly... of course I want to escape. After all, no matter how hard we struggle, we can't defeat you. If we continue fighting, we will only die."

"Of course, you can't beat me."

Moran seems to be explaining the truth.

There wasn't a trace of arrogance in his tone, and the police could only swallow their anger and accept the facts.

"Yes... We can't defeat you... But that's no reason for us to retreat. Rather than dying, allowing a monster like you to roam the city, putting 800,000 citizens at risk, is the most terrifying choice!"

The moment I said this.

As if words were endowed with power, the sword in John's hand hummed and vibrated, as if responding to its master.

This detail is so tiny that it is difficult to notice.

Just because the police officers, whose spirits were worn out, didn't notice it didn't mean Moran and Orlando couldn't see it.

That is a sign of the imminent liberation of the real name!

Even John himself didn't realize that the magic power in his body was gradually expanding and began to escape the human realm.

However, this does not mean that 390 and his team can launch a desperate counterattack.

Orlando knew that even if John truly became a heroic spirit, he might not be qualified to fight Moran.

The difference is nothing more than that of a tiny ant.

It turned into a slightly larger ant.

What's more, John's health is very bad now. One of his arms is cut off and he has injuries of varying degrees all over his body.

It's all about courage that keeps going.

It could be said that his entire body was damaged, and he was just waiting for Moran to come and deliver the final blow.

"Oh.....it's them?"

Suddenly, the grim atmosphere dissipated.

Moran looked up at the corridor on the third floor and said with a smile, "You guys are lucky to have survived."

There, two figures lurked out.

These are Kenneth and Richard, who are escaping from prison in broad daylight. They have already arrived at the hall.

Hear the sound of fighting.

Richard stuck his head out from the third floor and secretly observed the situation in the hall with great curiosity.

However, the moment he saw the center of the hall.

His expression became dull.

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Chapter 568: Feast of the Vampire [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly pass!]

Richard's eyes were fixed on Moran who was standing in a pool of blood, his pupils burning like flames.

He will never forget that figure.

This was the figure he had seen in the memory of the land when he ascended the British throne and accepted the protection of the island.

It is the great king who always protects Britain!

Outside the police station, in the back parking lot.

The female assassin chased Jesta all the way to the outside world, and the two of them fought in this parking lot.

The car was blown away and crushed.

The successive explosions caused a heat wave, and the female assassin went from being evenly matched at the beginning to being at a disadvantage.

There is no other reason.

Originally, she was a servant summoned by Zesta and needed a master to provide her with magic power.

Moran cut them off.

Although the female assassin has the magic power that Moran originally gave her, this magic power will eventually run out.

Against Dead Apostles like Zesta.

The female assassin had no choice but to use all her skills to deal with it, and her treasures were released continuously.

Ta-ta-ta-ta——!!

Jesta held two machine guns.

Continuous tongues of blazing flames spewed out from the muzzle.

"[Zabaniyah (zabaniyah)!]"

Facing this attack, the female assassin used her Noble Phantasm to harden her skin to a hardness similar to that of magic crystal.

She suffered no direct damage from the bullet.