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He said indignantly, "That day, my neighbor came to my door, trembling and clinging to me, saying that there was an evil spirit in the next room. Of course, I did my duty without asking for any payment, and I cleared the evil spirit from the neighbor's house on the spot. But instead of being grateful, the neighbor's family even tried to beat me up. It's outrageous!"

Joan of Arc agreed even more, her eyes dimming.

She too.

It's impossible for her not to feel bad about being betrayed by the country after saving it.

But Gudako keenly sensed something was wrong: "May I ask, what time was it?"

"Three in the morning, exorcism is of course done at night."

Rosser's eyes darted around.

Gudako was even more suspicious: "Excuse me, was it just your neighbor's wife who was there at the time? The family you're referring to isn't her husband, is it?"

She became increasingly certain as she spoke: "And then, while you were performing an exorcism, her husband caught you and that's when he beat you up?"

Rosser immediately retorted, "Am I that kind of person? If you don't go out and ask around, everyone knows I'm a kind-hearted, virtuous saint. It was clearly only the neighbor's daughter there, and it was her father who beat me up."

You can insult my character, but you can't insult my taste. To be honest...

He held his head high and proudly declared, "I have a virginity complex."

Joan of Arc, Elizabeth, and Matthew: "..."

"By the way, how old is the neighbor's daughter?"

Gudako narrowed her eyes.

Rosser's eyes darted around: "That's a taboo topic."

moment.

The expressions of the several beautiful girls turned into disgust as they looked down at this remnant of humanity with disdain.

Tsk, too bad they won't let you see her panties.

Rosser snorted coldly: "Aren't your priests even more outrageous? At least my relationship with my girlfriend was legitimate, consensual, and legal, but your priests prefer young boys, and they even force them!"

moment.

Marian and Mozart also avoided eye contact.

To be fair, that's true.

And the truth is only more exaggerated.

Roser instantly became arrogant, standing on his moral high ground and pointing fingers, delivering a lengthy 20,000-word speech that made the girls start to question their existence. He seemed to be enveloped in a golden aura before finally returning to the main topic:

"In short, although I have made great contributions and achievements, I am worshipped by everyone inside and outside the organization and regarded as a savior."

But I've always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and I have no interest in promotion. I only want to fight for the common people, which is why I've been fighting on the front lines all this time. Unlike some orange-haired female Masters—I won't say who—who, in short, they've already gotten too cocky before they've even achieved anything.

Gudako: Well!

"Oh, Mr. Rosser seems quite strong. Shall we have a match?"

Gudako suddenly stood up, a forced smile on her face, her fists clenched, looking menacing.

She's not bragging, but she could take on ten of these little Karamis with one hand.

Can mere humans defeat a wyvern?

Rother didn't say anything, but directly pulled out his gold and silver Desert Eagle dual pistols and slammed them down in front of him with a bang.

The dazzling gold and gleaming silver, engraved with openwork patterns and inlaid with rubies and sapphires, are priceless, as if they could be exchanged for a city in ancient times.

Moreover, the magic fluctuations are so exaggerated; if this bullet hits you, it'll probably leave patches all over the place.

Gudako glanced at her fists, then felt the exaggerated magical energy fluctuations emanating from her twin pistols, and silently sat back down.

"Never mind..."

Damn it, that damn con artist is really rich. Maybe... after saving the world, she should also get a clergy license and make a killing off those idiots?

"snort--!"

Rosser, with his nostrils flared and his head held high, said arrogantly, "I'm a Taoist priest, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry two little weapons for self-defense, isn't it?"

How wonderful! Watching Gudako's frustrated anger, Rose felt as satisfied as if he had eaten a sugary drink.

"What exquisite magical costumes!"

Marian and Mozart both looked up at the magnificent twin pistols, their gazes solemn.

This is not as simple as just firearms. Gudako, a half-baked magician, cannot see it, but they can clearly feel the needle-like threat that the magical costume poses to them.

One could faintly perceive incredibly precise runes flowing across the dual pistols, as fine as dust particles, with countless layers upon layers within a single stream of light...

It seems that this guy's claim of dimensional travel is true. With modern magical costumes of this level, it's not too surprising that he could travel to parallel worlds.

.....

Half an hour later.

"Saving the world? You guys? A blank slate (Jeanne d'Arc), a newbie (Mash), a third-rate Servant who became a Heroic Spirit by getting beheaded, plus a clown who likes other people's wives (a McDonald's character), are you guys trying to make me laugh to death? Did you inherit a two million dollar mortgage?"

Rother openly speaks ill of others.

Mozart looked as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows, and secretly glanced at Marianne.

Marian clenched her fist, then loosened it, clenched and loosened it repeatedly.

"How come there are only four Servants? With my luck, if I draw the ace, I can destroy this singularity on the spot. It's just the Twin Dragons and five Servants."

Gudako said unhappily.

Is it possible...?

Rother held up a finger: "I mean maybe, Joan of Arc... I'm not talking about you, country bumpkin... The dragon in the Dragon Witch doesn't refer to those two-legged dragons, does it?"

"No? Wait, you mean dragon seed?"

Marian looked grave.

Dragons are not flying dragons; they are beyond the range of what Servants can handle. Unless you are a dragon slayer with special dragon-specific abilities, even top-tier Servants would probably have a hard time dealing with them.

Putting aside other factors, Saber's strength is largely due to her possession of the Dragon Factor.

If that's the case, then we really need to think this through carefully.

Every bit of strength must be fought for.

Thus, Rother successfully infiltrated the group.

"As a newly joined member, although I am extremely apprehensive, I will still point out a certain comrade for criticism, but I will not name Gudako."

In front of the fire.

Rother coughed and stood up, hands behind his back: "...First of all, you're not qualified as a Master. What Master would tear a Servant apart with their bare hands...blah blah blah (omitting 50,000 words), anyway, since things have come to this, let's eat first."

.....

Full of wine and food.

"Beast-eared girls? Of course I've encountered them, but I'm not the one who shattered your fantasy, Gudako. Think about it carefully. What do races living in the wilderness do when they poop? They either lick each other like cats, or they hang up and wait for the air to dry naturally."

And their fingernails are always covered in black dirt, long and yellow—have you ever seen a survival show?

In no time at all, Rosser had become the center of attention, talking at length and eloquently.

"Do not--!"

Gudako slumped forward in disappointment, saying unwillingly, "What about the dwarf? The dwarf girl!"

"dwarf?"

Rother asked in surprise, "Ritsuka, don't you know that dwarves value muscles and beards as aesthetics?"

Gudako's pupils contracted, and she said in a trembling voice, "Could it be...?"

"That's right, there are no legal lolis, only honest-looking older brothers with full beards."

Rother ruthlessly extinguished her illusions.

"No, no... no!"

Gudako's illusions shattered, and she cried out in despair, her hand trembling as she reached out: "That vampire, the noble, the beautiful... the noble of the night, isn't he?"

Rother looked at her with pity: "You haven't forgotten that vampire blood doesn't flow, have you?"

He described it vividly: "After standing for a long time, their blood would pool in their feet, causing their upper bodies to become emaciated and their lower bodies to become thick and swollen, covered with blue veins. They had to use their hands to squeeze the blood back up in order to..."

Not finished yet.

A vampire servant who had been listening from the shadows for a while could no longer bear it. In a fit of rage, he transformed his blood into a spear and thrust it down.

"careful. "

Rosser leaped forward and pulled the village girl into his arms, looking every bit the hero saving a damsel in distress, secretly marveling at his own performance.

There's so much meat on it, you can feel it overflowing up to my shoulders.

No wonder history mentions that Joan of Arc had a pair of enormous hearts.

The blood gun pierced the ground, then spread as blood.

"Be careful, enemy attack!"

The Servants instantly went on high alert.

Elizabeth Bathory, the berserker assassin from the previous battle and the inspiration for the legendary Bloody Mary, one of Europe's most terrifying figures, emerged in a rage.

Dressed in a sadistic vampire outfit, his face twisted beneath the mask as he stared at Rother, who was hiding behind Jeanne d'Arc.

I was planning to listen for a while, but now I can't resist anymore.

P.S.: A short plot point, coming back soon, it's about getting Gudako ready for the final battle.

Volume 1: Chapter 154 Mashu: May I ask if your nickname is Satan?

Subsequently.

Martha, the Christian saint who subdued the dragon, also came out carrying a golden cross.

Gudako: So, all clergy are this rich, right?

"Hmph, Camilla, I'll leave that man to you!"

Vlad III, Romania's greatest hero, glared fiercely at someone.

Now it's also showing its monstrous side, namely, vampires.

Even he was disgusted to the core, and his hatred was directly drawn to it.

Behind the three Servants were countless skeletons and zombies, a chilling, gloomy, and deathly still scene, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on them.

As the wind howled, more than twenty flying dragons could be faintly seen circling in the clouds.

It can be said to be overwhelming combat power.

"They actually caught up with us?"

Feeling the suffocating pressure, Mashu's forehead was covered in sweat.

Although they theoretically have four Servants, they're exhausted from fighting dragons, and they might even lose half of them.

Well, it's just that she and Joan of Arc were the two who dragged things down.

What's more, there are three powerful Servants and an army of the dead.

Marian and Mozart also made some sarcastic remarks.

Without a Master, their condition is far worse than that of enemies who have a Master and the Holy Grail to power them.

"I want flesh, blood, and entrails."

The sadistic vampire Elizabeth glanced at her like she was looking at food, finally fixing her gaze on Joan of Arc.

Vlad III, the impaler or the more familiar prototype of "Dracula," frowned and said, "You've taken everything, what am I supposed to take?"

"soul!"

Elizabeth, who drank blood and even bathed in the blood of virgin girls in her lifetime, stared intently at the several beautiful girls and licked her lips: "I will not allow anything more beautiful than me to exist in this world. More importantly... the blood of creatures more beautiful than me can make me so beautiful."

But I want that person too; I want to torture him to death, bit by bit.