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Jesta walked nonchalantly through the corridor of the intensive care unit on the top floor of the hospital.

He intended to continue searching for edible bread rolls...

Suddenly, a medical report from the hospital, with a printed image attached, came into his view.

"Dark patterns appeared on the back of the hands of the patient in Ward 1. After repeated tests and long-term observation, they have not yet been found to be related to the unidentified bacteria proliferating in the patient's body..."

"Huh, isn't that the Command Seal on the back of my hand? Interesting, is this hospital hiding a Master of the Holy Grail War?"

He suddenly became interested and began rummaging through the archives, searching the entire room.

[Kuangu Tsubaki, 10 years old, female, was admitted to the hospital for treatment after falling into a coma.]

Tests revealed that bacteria with an unknown DNA structure were spreading throughout the patient's body.

[This unknown bacterial species has not yet caused damage to body tissues, but it slowly hinders brain activity. If conservative treatment continues, the patient's estimated awakening time is ten years away...]

"Wow, an unknown strain? It must be some kind of trick by a magician!"

Jesta smacked his lips.

Before becoming a Dead Apostle, he was a magician from the Clock Tower, and his vision and memories remain.

Examples of using one's own children as guinea pigs for magic tricks are commonplace in the magic world.

Regarding the family of origin.

"A magician whose surname is Kuangqiu... an island nation surname? Then he must be a family that migrated from an island nation to the Americas."

This situation is quite rare.

Most magician families hold the belief of being rooted in their homeland.

The magic they use is often closely related to the "magic foundation" that is integrated into the earth (earth veins). It can be used perfectly in local combat, but its effectiveness declines sharply when it leaves the homeland.

Over time, family traditions will decline.

—You agree, right, Matou family?

Therefore, the Kuchika family must have had an extremely important purpose in coming to the Americas, most likely related to the rise and fall of the family's inherited magic, and they were even willing to leave their homeland to acquire it.

"So the purpose of moving here is to experiment with this special strain of bacteria? Where did you get it from? South America?"

Dead Apostle Jesta fell into deep thought, carefully searching through the vast amount of memories from his long life, and discovered that the most unique areas of this continent were mainly concentrated in Central and South America.

That's also the place the Dead Apostles know best.

It could even be said that one of his major goals in coming here to participate in the Holy Grail War was to awaken the dormant alien life form "Ort" in South America.

"Special strains should be in South America... Hey, could that thing be related to the Age of Gods?!"

He gasped softly in surprise.

The magic community believes that the gods of Central and South American mythology are able to incarnate in different forms and travel to various parts of the world.

This is because the true forms of these gods are special alien fungi that descended to earth by parasitizing other mortal life forms...

Before he could examine it closely, Jesta suddenly sensed a familiar presence outside the window.

His pale face instantly broke into a maniacal smile.

"My beloved (Assassin)! He's finally found me! Hahahaha!"

The Dead Apostle was itching to have his follower come to him, so he stuffed the pile of reports into his pocket and put the matter of the Hellfire Hill out of his mind.

He couldn't wait to break through the window and escape—

"Ok?"

The world suddenly changed, with torrential rain and torrential downpours. A one-eyed deity riding an eight-legged celestial horse galloped through the air with his spear in hand.

Holy crap, Odin!

They're going to crash!

Boom!

Odin swung his spear and swept it across, and with just a casual strike, Jesta almost exploded, leaving him a bloody mess.

Even under the "fate concept damage" of the Eternal Spear, the blood reserves that had just been fully absorbed were almost emptied.

The "remaining ammunition" (lifes) of the sixth-rank men's uniform is like a bicycle encountering a hundred-ton truck head-on—it's pierced through and severely damaged.

Only one bullet left (one life)!

Odin was just passing by; he didn't even target him! What incredibly bad luck!

It was an unknown amount of time before Jesta finally recovered.

He shakily got up, while simultaneously summoning dozens of "dead" people in the hospital whose blood he had sucked.

Corpses that have been drained of blood by the Dead Apostles become puppets that obey commands, classified as the Dead, which is the lowest rank among vampires.

It's a low-level health pack, Jesta needs to quickly take a couple of sips to recover some health.

But when they were sucking up the last few, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the telephone pole.

Jesta looked up and met the gaze of the masked, black-clad fanatic.

A glance is all it takes to know that you've met someone you don't get along with.

"Ahem... My beloved, is it possible to make up?"

Jesta managed a weak smile.

Although I'd like to start a fun and inevitable battle, at least let me finish draining the blood and recover first.

“Filthy, disgusting monster!” the fanatic exclaimed.

The cold female voice was somewhat weak, but the hatred was almost overflowing.

As an Assassin, she was a member of the Assassin Order in West Asia during her lifetime, and followed the Order to fight monsters such as vampires that defied human reason.

Unexpectedly, this time, I was summoned as a Servant of the Dead Apostles.

This brought her hatred for this Dead Apostle Master to its peak, and her intense killing intent materialized.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

Just as the great battle was about to break out, streaks of golden light appeared in the sky.

An immense, almost rampaging magical power surged forth, causing the atmosphere to tremble.

Jesta and the fanatics were immediately shocked.

Even Gold Pikachu wouldn't launch so many Noble Phantasms in a self-destruct manner!

The two were completely baffled as to who they had offended, so they had no choice but to scatter.

But Ishtar's firepower blocked all routes, leaving no way to escape.

Boom boom boom—!

A burst of white light erupted in an instant, accompanied by fierce pillars of fire shooting into the sky.

After a while, when the smoke and dust cleared, only Jesta, who had a stronger ability to recover, managed to get up and take a couple of bites of bread.

But suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine—

A man strode quickly towards them, his magical energy flowing wildly through his body, his aura rising steadily.

Lu Ming, who rushed over at top speed, stared wide-eyed at the scene of Jesta's injuries healing rapidly.

And the monstrous faces of the Dead Apostles, baring their fangs, tearing at the corpse with ravenous hunger (because Jesta was almost out of blood).

Such powerful regenerative abilities and a monstrous craving for fresh flesh and blood...

Could it be Odin's special undead servant, the "Undead"?

Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he roared, "Odin's lackeys! Die!"

Jesta: "?"

What does that mean? He was almost killed by Odin today, how can you label him like that!

P.S. In *Dragon Raja: Wings of Mourning*, the undead are referred to as "Undead Apostles," and these special undead possess clear reason, the ability to converse, and the power of words.

“Silver ions dissolved in mercury are highly toxic to them, just like vampires,” Menek smiled. “Silver sand can also cause temporary, irreversible damage, making it impossible for the undead to pass through our barrage.”

……

“You really know us,” Menek’s voice was hoarse. “Who are you?” “Deadpool’s name… has never mattered.”

Book 1: Chapter 39 It all matches up! Odin must have his eye on South America!

"Damn madman..."

Jesta endured the pain and struggled to her feet.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Why do some players skip even the basic verbal sparring at the start and arrogantly throw their Noble Phantasms at the enemy like disposable firecrackers?

Completely unaware that the other side possessed several treasure vaults, Jesta was extremely frustrated and angry. He wiped the dirt off his face and looked up to sized up his opponent.

There was no aura of a heroic spirit on him, nor any strange qualities; he seemed to have nothing at all.

It looks like... it appears to be a human?

That's great! Since he's human, he can't possibly be a match for him. We can give it a try—

boom!

Before Jesta could even show a hint of relief, Lu Ming used a rune that increased speed and agility, and his swift figure arrived in an instant!

The violent magic shook the atmosphere, and the punch was like a thunderous roar, with rings of air bursting out!

This punch was the culmination of decades of skill!

Jesta felt like it had crashed head-on into another 100-ton truck.

Limbs broken, internal organs shattered, the entire person turned into a bloody, mangled shadow and flew backward, the ravaged earth trembled instantly, and the Dead Apostle was deeply embedded in the ground!

Try it and it'll be gone.

Today was...what a...unlucky day!

In the last second before Jesta lost consciousness, this was what he thought.

……

Cold, shivering.

When Jesta woke up again, he found himself tightly bound by metal chains.

In the cramped room, he saw the man opposite directing the silver-haired woman to bring over a table and a pair of stools, while the latter, looking helpless, prepared a pen and a notebook.

It seemed I had been captured by the group that had launched the surprise attack. The strong smell of disinfectant in the air suggested I was back at the Central Hospital.

However, the Dead Apostle was actually invigorated.

Hmph, do you think such a simple binding will work on a Dead Apostle? Laughable, do you even know the Dead Apostle's abilities...?

Jesta was about to laugh out loud, but suddenly paused.

Wait, what the hell is this thing?

What do you mean by "primordial runes drawn on chains that exude a terrifying aura"?

This treatment is something that a dead disciple like me, who isn't even one of the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors," can actually enjoy?

boom!

Lu Ming slammed his gavel, interrupting the disciple's thoughts:

"Tell me the truth! You traitor, scoundrel, ambitious schemer, tyrant, anti-human, Odin's lackey, what exactly are you plotting and scheming for Him!"

Jesta was dumbfounded. He hadn't even spoken yet, and he was already being accused of a "trumped-up" crime.

At that moment, he saw hat after hat being pried off his mouth from the other side, as if he were at a hat factory direct sale, without stopping!

Jesta was truly at a loss.

He looked around, and finally said:

Am I all alone here?

Where is the fanatical young lady he cares about most?