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Suddenly.

He immediately knelt down, eagerly opened the car door, and bowed ninety degrees, saying, "Please come in."

He was as obsequious as a palace eunuch.

"Betrayal of brothers..."

As Kurumi got out of the car, a large hand pressed on her shoulder. It was Hikigaya, whose face was pale and whose eyes were glowing red.

"Tianchu!"

Just as he was gritting his teeth, preparing to execute Kazuma, Kazuma calmly said, "Her boyfriend is an officer."

"Pfft..."

Hachiman also knelt down.

But soon, he viciously kicked Kazuma: "I don't care, I just want you to be like us, brothers who share weal and woe!"

So you get to enjoy the good fortune, huh?

Roman shook his head speechlessly.

He finally realized that these three teenagers were all scum.

He immediately felt a sense of superiority; at least in terms of talent vetting, their Chaldea was a cut above the rest.

but......

This is the result of the technology that replicates that great achievement.

He looked at the desolate land and the meteorite crater on the horizon.

"Romani, it's confirmed. The matter that was here was not blasted away, vaporized, or converted into energy."

Leonardo da Vinci was more serious than ever before: "And indeed, there are remnants of an unprecedentedly powerful divine aura. More than three hundred kinds have been detected, which are consistent with the descriptions of many mythologies. Although there are slight differences in the divine aura, they can basically be found in more than a dozen god groups, such as Celtic mythology, Sumerian mythology, Egyptian mythology, Slavic mythology, Greek mythology, Norse mythology, etc."

"In other words..."

Roman's pupils contracted.

"Yes!"

Da Vinci nodded slowly: "It can be confirmed. Even if that Lord of Cinder did not slaughter all the gods, he at least severely damaged the major gods like Sephalus. No, the gods of their world may be even more powerful."

Is it true?

Roman was stunned.

The white giant of yesteryear was able to sweep through the ranks of gods not because he was more powerful than the gods, but because he specifically targeted gods, or more precisely, intelligent beings.

Moreover, it can absorb the spiritual particles of intelligent life to grow continuously. At first, the major god groups did not take it seriously. When others were destroyed, they thought it was because other god groups were too weak. So, tragedy struck. They watched this thing grow up in complete bewilderment and suffered heavy losses.

But the Lord of Cinder didn't, and it was the Other Gods who possessed the special attack against intellect.

"Romani, I don't recommend any further contact. We've gathered all the necessary information, eliminated the threat, so..."

Da Vinci looked around the hall, pondering how long it would take to rebuild the body after it had been reduced to ashes and the ashes thrown into imaginary space.

Although it may be useless, it is obvious that their world's energy level is not as high as that world's; at most, they are just scraps.

They are insignificant beings, and neither His Majesty the Lord of Cinder nor the warp that is suspected to be the source of chaos would likely pay them any attention.

but.....

"No."

Roman slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Da Vinci, we at Chaldea exist to ensure the continuation of human reason, regardless of which world it is."

"Are you really determined? Let me make this clear first: the Mad King Cú Chulainn and Hercules they mentioned... the spiritual particle calculation device has also analyzed them clearly. They are at least equivalent to the combat power of our mid-level gods, and even surpass the boundaries of mid-level gods. In addition, there is a type of dark spiritual particle with dragon attributes, which is almost at the same level. What they said is true!"

Da Vinci took a deep breath and calmly said, "...You should understand what this means, right?"

In other words, a comprehensive upgrade, over there...

Roman said firmly, "These children are crying for help. Are you telling me to ignore the hands that reach out for help?"

"Fine, there's really no other way."

Da Vinci shook his head helplessly, then quickly perked up: "It seems that Da Vinci is going to be running at overpowered speed! Well then, prepare to transfer me there."

"Eh--?"

Roman was stunned.

Now, they consider that area to be a highly polluted environment.

"no way."

Da Vinci shrugged: "There are some things that can only be done over there. I also need to find out what's going on in that world, and what makes it so special that the Servants are so powerful."

Roman is now hesitant.

Because he knew very well that Leonardo da Vinci had no intention of returning after leaving, and even if he were to be summoned again by his spirit origin, he would not have the memories of this Leonardo da Vinci.

"Don't worry, maybe they'll bring powerful allies to our world?"

Leonardo da Vinci smiled.

soon.

Da Vinci presented the plan to the Masters for reference, and finally said with a solemn expression: "If there are no problems after reading it, then the first step is that someone of you must first confirm the attitude of Matou Hakurei, the young master of the Matou family."

Based on my speculation, each side has at least three Servants, including top-tier Servants like the King of Heroes and King Arthur. And this is a minimum estimate, the worst-case scenario... (omitted)

In short, if even Matou Hakurei is on the other side, I suggest we prepare to relocate; save as many as possible.

To be able to repel the King of Heroes, even if it means threatening to destroy a planet, means one must at least possess Servant-level combat power.

Their monstrous wisdom and creativity were no less than his.

Leonardo da Vinci was still very confident.

In short, no one understood the terrifying power of wisdom better than him; it meant comprehensiveness.

If a Servant actually mistakes the other party for a human and tries to get close to capture the leader first, they will most likely be dumbfounded.

If it were him, his defense and counter-attacks would be a hundred times stronger than his attacks.

For magicians, survival is the top priority.

According to these little devils, the traitorous witch was killed single-handedly by Kyoko.

why?

Because it wasn't during his lifetime.

Before her rebirth, Medea probably wouldn't have even given her a second glance.

Even from 800 miles away, Kyoko was broken, locked, and killed by a bunch of magical artifacts. If he was lucky enough to get close, one strike would likely result in dozens or even hundreds of counter-curses being reflected back to kill him.

With enough time to prepare, they might even find a way to defeat Hercules.

There's no way around it, Casters are all about preparation. The Holy Grail War only lasts seven days, but they can research and prepare for decades in their lifetime.

The same goes for Matou Hakurei; with his talent, he could probably prepare for several years without any blind spots.

Once you're on the other side...

Da Vinci offered his condolences to the Masters.

The Masters present weren't idiots; they could understand perfectly well.

Immediately, they fell silent.

So the question is, who will go?

moment.

Everyone's attention was focused on Kazuma.

Kazuma: ?

No, why?

"Brother, can we trust you?"

Leonardo da Vinci was solemn and serious.

"No."

He is a decisive and efficient Abi.

Who knows which version of the officer is? What if the officer doesn't come in, and we guess wrong, and we encounter a ruthless person like the swordsman officer? Wouldn't we be doomed?

See that muscular guy named Hercules? Pretty fierce, right? He has a full twelve lives.

With a single strike, the swordsman commander emptied all twelve of his health bars, and he even seriously suspected that the records of the Throne of Heroes might have been erased.

da Vinci:"......"

Do you really think I'm trustworthy?

Kazuma proudly puffed out his chest, behind him lay pale-faced, vacant-eyed, and dazed, like his good brother who had been in the mental hospital for ten years—one crippled, the other half-dead.

It was very persuasive.

"Aren't you asking me to carry out such a decisive task? It's like throwing the fate of the world onto a cliff to dance, or into a volcano!"

He was heartbroken: "I've admired you so much since I was a child, Leonardo da Vinci. I never thought I'd misjudged you. What grudge do you have against the world that you would want to destroy it?"

Leonardo da Vinci: Bullshit! You didn't even remember me before.

“That’s very convincing, Leonardo da Vinci.”

Roman glanced to his side and tentatively asked, "How about we reconsider?"

Each of these three teenagers has a complicated story.

Besides, why not choose a different pretty girl? The fourth-ranked girl in Group A, Kurumi Tokisaki, isn't Matou Hakurei a lecherous womanizer? He spends all his time in his mansion, indulging in debauchery, surrounded by all sorts of beauties: mature women, lolis, girls, athletic types, literary types, voluptuous types, little devils, humans, mermaids, centaurs, catgirls...

Halfway through the inventory, Roman, dejected, pounded the ground and cried out, "Da Vinci, can we choose to kill that lecherous man?"

Stop joking around, there are so many people watching.

Although he's unreliable usually, this is just too unreliable.

Da Vinci took a deep breath: "Stop pretending, buddy. I don't believe you don't know why you were able to become sixth in Group A, outshining that lady with the Twisted Demon Eye."

"Because of this sinkhole, the entire Chaldea would be buried alive without a trace?"

Kazuma probed, and before anyone could answer, he looked deeply into the distance and asked, "Brothers, we're not brothers from the same father or mother, are you willing to believe me?"

"He...tui!"

Ayanokouji and Hikigaya quickly snapped out of their daze and instinctively spat out a mouthful of saliva.

She even felt that this wasn't enough to vent her anger, so she wanted to spit on his face.

"That's too much, my ass!"

Kazuma let out a strange cry, then pushed off with his calf and delivered a powerful downward whip kick to Hachiman's intact leg, sending him 720 degrees into the air and crashing to the ground, aggravating his injury and causing his face to contort in pain.

At the same time, the two dragons emerged from the water, fiercely attacking Ayanokouji's waist, peeling away layers of skin to bring him down, and then taking advantage of his weakness to deliver a brutal beating with kicks and punches.

Anyone could see his excitement and joy, without any remorse for bullying the disabled and seriously injured.

Oh, it's his brother.

What a scumbag.

"That felt so good!"

Slightly sweating, Kazuma watched as Hikigaya Sanji tremblingly raised his middle finger, and naturally bent his finger back.

Hiss, it hurts to look at it.

"See? I'm still very confident in this regard."

He wiped away his sweat and gave a confident smile.

Be born!

Roman sighed inwardly.

Kicking the lame man's good leg, ripping out the wounded soldier's kidneys—I've seen many births, but this is the first time I've ever seen one like this.

Leonardo da Vinci's expression changed as he looked at the Chaldean group.