He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

“Where is Father Hansa?” Hier stood up and asked.

Viola shrugged, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"The priest... went to the casino again."

"I doubt he'll be back tonight," Chantilly added.

Xu Fangzhi: "..."

Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"A casino?" She pointed to her ear, as if she hadn't heard clearly. "Is this guy... really a proper priest, meow?"

After all, Xu Fangzhi was just a probationary intern who hadn't been officially promoted yet. He didn't have much experience.

In contrast, Hier was much calmer.

"I see."

After all, the burial facility is full of strange characters... there are many, if not many. There are even "Twenty-Seven Ancestors" and "High-Dimensional Demons"!

We have buried a wealth of talented people in our organization!

In comparison, a priest's penchant for gambling doesn't seem like such a big deal. He can go wherever he wants. Even if he smokes, drinks, and gambles, it probably doesn't affect his status as a good priest.

"So, what's next—"

Hier was preparing to discuss the follow-up arrangements with the four nuns.

"oops!"

Just then, for some unknown reason, the seat where Xu Fangzhi was sitting suddenly shook, causing her hand to tremble and the food box in her hand to tip over.

wow-

The curry sauce splashed out and landed squarely on Hier's face.

The air froze instantly.

Hiel maintained his calm smile, but for some reason, Sugata Naoko sensed a dark aura emanating from his senior's face.

"I'm so sorry, senpai!" Sugata Naoko turned pale with fright and frantically tried to wipe it off. "I didn't mean to, meow!"

She hurriedly tried to apologize to her senior.

However, before he could finish speaking, the entire city suddenly began to shake violently!

Boom—!

The earth trembled!

The ground seemed to be bursting forth from the earth, undulating and shaking wildly!

"Earthquake?!" Xu Fangzhi lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

Hier didn't care about the curry on her face anymore. She wiped it off casually, her expression changed drastically, and she stood up abruptly.

wrong!

This is no ordinary earthquake!

The next second, rumble rumble rumble—!

Countless massive city walls appeared out of thin air from the ground!

Massive amounts of steel bars, cement, boulders, and dark, hard metal blocks... crisscrossing, as if an invisible giant hand is smearing across the land, forcefully cutting the entire city into countless pieces!

The towering city walls rise from the ground, blocking out the sky and resembling a giant maze!

"What is this?!" Xu Fangzhi exclaimed in surprise.

The group was startled and, forgetting their surprise, quickly dodged away.

As Hier easily dodged the "walls," she closed her eyes and focused all her magical senses on the surging mud and rocks.

The next instant, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face pale, her pupils contracting violently.

This aura is familiar; Siel, who once served as the vessel for the reincarnation of the 'Serpent of Akasha,' is intimately familiar with this strange magical power...

“Ancestor…” Her voice trembled noticeably, “There is more than one ‘Ancestor’ aura!”

Many of the twenty-seven patriarchs of the dead disciples gathered here!

What exactly happened in Snowfield City? Wasn't it supposed to be a Holy Grail War? Shouldn't it be a Servant free-for-all? How come so many Ancestors have appeared?

Just because of Jesta? Don't be ridiculous!

The rumbling city walls continued to expand, surging in from all directions. Casually lifting the nearly fallen Sugata, Hiel pondered this, unable to comprehend it, until...

Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice, shrill and laughing, echoed all around: "Come on, come on! Let the stage be set for a grand performance! Let the war horns sound!"

"From this moment on, it is a war of all against all! Now, let's officially add rules to your 'war'!"

"Everyone, whether you're a man, woman, old person, child, magician's cultist, follower, or vampire, listen up—"

......

Let's turn back time a little bit.

Snowfield City, high-rise buildings in the city center.

After searching for a long time, the five founders of the Dead Apostles finally found a suitable location for a ley line, and prepared to launch a grand ceremony there—"creating a poison that will kill the world."

Bai Yigong stood at the very front, serving as the host of the ceremony and also occupying a commanding position. The evening breeze caused his robes to flutter, exuding an air of unparalleled elegance.

Although Bai Yigong is not strong enough, he must get the most attention and the most popular position!

"Hey hey, seventeenth one."

A very irritating voice suddenly rang out.

It was Luo Jie'an who spoke.

She crossed her arms, as if deliberately poking at Bai Yigong's heart with the most shameful 27th ancestral ranking.

Lord Baiyi lowered his eyes and glared angrily. What is it that makes you disrespect me so much, even calling me the Seventeenth instead of respectfully addressing me as Lord Baiyi?

"You spoiled brat," don't go too far!

"'Creating a poison that can kill the world' requires six ancestors to activate, doesn't it?"

Luo Jie'an glanced sideways at Bai Yigong, "We don't have enough people, what are you planning to do about it?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yigong coldly retorted, his voice filled with condescending arrogance, "Other ley line support points also have an ancestor standing there. I found one at the last minute."

"So the conditions have been met."

Luo Jie'an was taken aback.

"Huh? There's another one? Who is it?"

Bai Yigong turned his face away, seemingly angry, and refused to reply. To be honest, he himself didn't know who that ancestor was.

But the earth's reaction doesn't lie.

Six points have appeared, that's enough.

"It doesn't matter who it is, the ceremony can begin." Bai Yigong slowly raised his hands.

He closed his eyes and began chanting ancient incantations. The obscure syllables that flowed from his mouth sounded like a call from the ancient age of gods, like an appeal to a dark king.

This is the opening of the ceremony, and he must preside over it.

As the incantation was chanted, the surrounding air began to distort and deform. An invisible force surged and converged deep underground.

The next step was that of the 22nd Ancestor, Kromkre. He took a step forward, a cold glint in his eyes, and activated the Primal Blood Ring...

[The city is the kingdom!]

In the next instant, with the blessing of the five ancestors, terrifying magical power spread wildly in all directions from him.

A phase-transfer isolation barrier instantly deployed. A massive "city" formed at a visible speed, completely enveloping a portion of the Snowfield City's urban area!

The city was completely isolated from the outside world by the walls. Within the barrier, he had complete control over the city.

His ability to monitor the city allows him to keenly sense any invaders or foreign magic.

The towering city walls can be moved, surrounded, and crushed at will, allowing any life within the city to be ensnared.

It was like a "kingdom", and he was the king of the city.

This barrier also serves another purpose: blood sacrifice. That is, to extract sufficient "minor source magic" (Od) from all living beings within the entire city.

This is the first stage of the ritual. It serves to accumulate enough energy for the subsequent second stage.

According to his original calculations, the maximum coverage area should be up to thirty kilometers.

But to Kromcre's surprise, this was just the beginning.

The moment the barrier took shape, Kromkre's "city" merged with Snowfield City, and the aura and laws of the Age of Gods flowed into it, causing the barrier's range to expand wildly.

Thirty kilometers, forty kilometers, fifty kilometers...

It feels a bit strange...

"Oh? It seems to be larger than the one in Paris last time? Is this due to the different environment?"

Seeing this exaggerated commotion, Luo Jie'an suddenly became interested. Her eyes darted around, and a playful smile appeared on her lips, as if she had thought of something.

"Speaking of which, isn't the Holy Grail War being held in Snowfield City right now?" She stroked her chin, her tone full of excitement, as if she didn't want to miss out on a good show. "Isn't it a bit petty for just a few pairs of Masters and Servants to fight each other?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at Blackwing Duke and Nero Chaos beside her, "Hey, with such a grand display, how about we add a few rules to this 'city'? And maybe add some atmosphere to the ceremony!"

Seeing that the two remained silent and did not refute, Luo Jie'an's smile widened, clearly indicating that she had tacitly agreed.

Because the first stage is essentially about collecting "blood offerings" for the "ritual," anything that can facilitate the process is acceptable.

By getting involved and complicating the process, they can also have a chance to sneak in some "small bread".

After all, it's an ancestor; it might not move for hundreds of years. They went to all this trouble to hold this ceremony, using all their magical energy, so they should at least get a few good meals to recoup some of the costs, right?

Bai Yigong could not refute this point.

If he doesn't let his fellow clansmen eat at a time like this, his position as the opinion leader of the Dead Disciples circle will probably be over.

Thus, the three ancestors acted simultaneously, and the immortal monsters emerging from the Chaos Tide, the bird monsters that stole souls, and the spider monsters manifested by the Rose Demon Eye all merged into the barrier.

Rosie's loud cries also created magical ripples, which blended into the energy—

"Additional rule number one! Everyone within the city is required to participate, and anyone attempting to escape will be executed by the 'city'."

"Second rule! For each person killed, you will receive one small amount of small resources; for each magician killed, you will receive more than twenty small resources; for each follower killed, you will receive more than five hundred small resources."

"Article Three! Anyone whose number of small resources remains unchanged within a day will be executed by the 'city'."

"Article Four!..."

Hearing the voices of the other ancestors around him, Kromkre frowned, a hint of confusion lingering in his eyes.

“My 'city'... is larger than I expected.” Kromcre’s expression was somewhat grave. “Much larger…”

Far exceeding thirty kilometers, his barrier actually... covered the entire Snowfield City?!

There's a difference of tens or even hundreds of times between these two! When did a 22nd-ranked ancestor acquire such abilities?

Even if the increase is due to different geographical locations, how could the expansion be so exaggerated?

Upon hearing this, Bai Yigong frowned slightly.

But he quickly came up with an explanation.

"It must be an environmental problem."

He said in a deep voice, "The land of Snowfield City... the trend of 'the return of the Age of Gods' is accelerating. Moreover, the spiritual veins of this city are already far superior to those of Paris. Where there is the Holy Grail, the reinforcing effect of the Great Source Magic accounts for a very high percentage."

The doubts of the ancestors immediately dissipated, and no one questioned anything anymore.

After all, they had no idea that a "chief god Odin" was active in this city. This information gap caused them to miss the most crucial points of suspicion, and even if they had doubts, they couldn't find a direction to suspect them.

Just then, Blackwing suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

"Ok?"

He noticed a strange crow.

The crow circled high in the sky, its gaze seemingly fixed on them, before flying away a short while later.

"..." Blackwing stared at it for a few seconds.