Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Clearly, in the eyes of these parents, their daughter was insignificant compared to the Holy Grail.

"Boom!"

Just as the husband elegantly raised his teacup, preparing to savor the black tea his wife had brewed as a gesture of celebration, a deafening thunderclap echoed from the roof of the villa.

Bricks and tiles crashed down, and a figure with twelve serpentine wings landed lightly on the tea table. It grinned and gave a gleeful yet sinister smile to the brainless couple in the living room.

Good afternoon, you two!

Chapter Sixty-Four: Today is also a day of nuclear peace.

Dream Hospital, third floor.

With a soft creaking of the door, a timid middle-aged couple entered the ward.

"Dad! Mom!"

Upon seeing his parents, Tsubaki Kugaoka's eyes lit up instantly. He jumped up excitedly and ran into his parents' arms, feeling the warmth and closeness he had longed for.

As they came into close contact, the middle-aged man and woman involuntarily stiffened, like wound-up machines, gently patting their daughter's back and head, their stiff cheeks creased with wrinkles, and a loving smile appeared on their faces.

"Xiao Chun, you're awake? That's good. We'll take you home after we finish the discharge procedures."

"go home?"

Hearing those familiar and endearing words, Kuangqiu Chun's face became even more excited.

The parents nodded hastily, like chickens pecking at rice, afraid of upsetting their daughter if they were too slow. A fawning, almost obsequious, emotion emanated from them.

It was as if the people standing before them were not tools created to achieve their goals, but rather demons wielding whips and chains, grinning maliciously.

Of course, they are not wrong to think this way. To the wicked, the angels who open the gates of heaven and protect the innocent, surrounded by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, are also the demons who bring down the Last Judgment and whip the souls of the sinners.

Since being branded by "that person," all they could do was try their best to please their daughter, or rather... their master.

Due to someone's perverse sense of humor, these parents were fortunate enough to attend a "crash course in becoming qualified parents" held in hell. They not only had to learn about various aspects of education and interpersonal relationships, but they also experienced all sorts of hellish punishments and disciplinary measures.

Once the slightest malice or resistance arises in their hearts, the burning sensation in their souls will rapidly expand, scorching every inch of their flesh and spirit from the inside out.

Once they experienced that kind of feeling, it was unforgettable, let alone those who had been tortured hundreds of times.

The only criterion for release from prison is passing the CET-4 and CET-6 exams set by someone personally (the "parents' certificate").

From the moment they entered the ward, the middle-aged couple, who had undergone hellish discipline, were completely subdued. While they were afraid of their daughter, their relief at surviving the ordeal was even more palpable.

It's good to be alive;

The world is wonderful;

It's so good to have a daughter...

The middle-aged parents held onto Qiu Chun's small hands tightly, refusing to let go, their eyes even glistening with tears of emotion.

It was as if to celebrate the end of the calamity, and also as if to celebrate the birth of their daughter.

Mom and Dad were safely brought in, and now I can finally go home and live happily and peacefully with them.

The girl excitedly tidied up the ward, opened the window, waved vigorously downstairs, and her face was filled with a grateful and satisfied smile.

Under the bright sunlight, the boy next door, surrounded by four phantom knights, smiled and nodded, his figure gradually disappearing into the light.

~~

At this moment, in the deathly quiet ward, Samael slowly opened his eyes, clutching his shield. Mashu, who was on guard nearby, seemed to sense something and turned her head, her little face full of surprise.

"Senior, you wake up!"

Samael smiled and nodded, standing by the window, looking at the now-ghost town of Xueyuan, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

The barrier has been formed, and all irrelevant personnel have been cleared out.

Now, I can finally act freely.

Soon, without the interference of ordinary people, his divine sense detected the presence of living beings several blocks away.

Moreover, for some reason, they seemed to be moving at high speed.

"Mashu, 9 o'clock, 7.3 kilometers away, let's go!"

Having locked onto his first target, Samael immediately opened the window and jumped from the third floor of the ward, calling out to the junior schoolmate behind him.

Mash, who had entered battle mode upon hearing the sound, followed closely behind.

Two figures leaped and bounded swiftly between the skyscrapers.

As they disappeared from sight, a gentle breeze swept through the ward, and the open window closed silently. Four intertwined shadows stood in the four corners of the ward. The girl on the bed, perhaps dreaming of some wonderful encounter, raised the corners of her lips and revealed a bright and innocent smile.

~~

Meanwhile, in a secluded alley, a young man with long black hair, wearing a trench coat, and with a bitter and resentful expression leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Having finally eased the stinging pain in his lungs somewhat, the distressed young man launched into a tirade of abuse at the red-haired burly man beside him.

"Rider, you idiot, you idiot, you idiot! I told you not to move around, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Well, I was just interested in this new type of combat unit and wanted to take it apart to see what it was like. Who knew they would react so violently?"

However, the red-haired burly man paid no attention to his companion's grumbling. He simply opened the two "American-style tin cans" at his feet and took out the stalled core engine inside.

Seeing firsthand how hundreds of pounds of steel could unleash such astonishing combat power under the drive of a tiny chip, Alexander the Conqueror, a man well-versed in military strategy, naturally couldn't help but feel curious and eager to explore, and offered his unique insights.

"Although this thing is not as durable as the autonomous combat dolls and wide-area annihilation weapons that Atlantis meticulously crafted back then, the materials they use are quite common and the structure is not complicated, so it is easy to put them into the assembly line for mass production."

Sending a group of soldiers who have no feelings, feel no pain, and only know how to carry out orders to the front lines would be the most perfect personnel.

After thousands of years of restoration, human technology has been reconstructed to this extent; it's truly remarkable.

Seeing the Conqueror stuff the newly acquired core engines into his bulging backpack, Webber Velvet couldn't help but twitch his eye again.

After the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, he followed in the footsteps of the King of Conquerors and embarked on a journey around the world.

He thought this would be a spontaneous trip, but before long, this warmonger reverted to his old ways, searching everywhere for technologies, relics, and magical artifacts that interested him, seemingly preparing for the next round of conquest.

Thus, under Iskandar's relentless "conquest," Waver Velvet could only tirelessly clean up after his servant.

Having finally arrived in the sparsely populated American West, I was hoping to relax for a few days and fully experience the local customs and culture.

As a result, upon arriving in Xueyuan City, they encountered an inexplicable incident.

First, twelve beams of light descended from the sky, sealing off the surrounding area and turning it into an isolated island. Then, overnight, all 80 permanent residents of the city vanished.

The bizarre nature of the incident was almost unbelievable, and it quickly reversed Webber's improved mood.

If someone can make 80 people disappear overnight without anyone noticing, then in other words, can this person also easily remove their heads while they are asleep?

Sensing that the entire Snowfield City was no longer safe, Weber, out of a sense of foresight, took Iskandar with him from their hotel to gather some supplies for any eventuality.

On the way, the conqueror saw several mechanized infantry units wandering in the city. He was immediately captivated and couldn't move on. He wanted to disassemble them and study their working principles and combat performance.

However, even a fool would know that these mechanized infantrymen would not cooperate so obediently.

Therefore, after Webber did a wave of free shopping to fit in with local customs and walked out of the mall with a big bag full of supplies, he saw Iskandar touching several open "American tin cans".

Before he could get any answers, a large wave of fully armed mechanized infantry, their electronic eyes flashing crimson, surged out from another street. They then opened fire on him with six-barreled Gatling guns, RPGs, and miniature missile launchers.

Faced with a wave of saturation bombardment tactics from the Americans, Iskandar decisively dragged his Master away.

But it seems that because of previous unfriendly exchanges, these tin cans were targeted as something that had to be removed.

No matter where they fled, a large group of mechanized infantry would always appear and start shooting at them.

Several times, Weber almost had his head blown off by flying armor-piercing bullets.

Under the constant provocation, the Master, who had been betrayed by his own Servant, was naturally furious and wished he could sever ties with Iskandar.

"By the way, Master, do you know what this flashing thing is?"

Just as Weber was leaning against the wall, cursing under his breath, Iskandar, who was fiddling with the two mechanized infantrymen, pointed to the victims' exposed chests.

Weber subconsciously looked down and saw an LCD screen connected to the intricate circuit board, on which a line of scarlet numbers was jumping and returning to 0.

FUCK!

As a sudden burst of American profanity popped into my head, a dazzling burst of fire and a wave of heat swept over me.

The flames burned fiercely, the alleyway, now unrecognizable, had long since collapsed, and the surrounding air was visibly distorted due to the high temperature.

"Boom!"

A crimson arc of lightning exploded from the center of the flames, tearing apart the suffocating and scorching sensation. Iskandar, whose outer garment was torn apart, revealing the inner breastplate, held a dazed Webber in one hand and an intact backpack in the other, gazing at the two burnt-out remains with a flickering gaze.

"Not only have the combat modules been upgraded, but a self-destruct program has also been added after defeat. It seems it wasn't my imagination; they really are evolving."

"evolution?"

Upon hearing this, Weber's expression changed, his long hair standing on end due to the electric current.

The evolution of these mechanized infantry, even the alteration of their internal programs and configurations, undoubtedly proves one point:

Someone is manipulating them from behind the scenes!

In other words, he and Iskandar may already be being targeted.

Is it because of the Holy Grail again?

Weber's expression grew even more unpleasant as he recalled his experience in Fuyuki City.

According to the traditional process, the Holy Grail requires the soul of a Servant to be forged.

Clearly, they have become the targets that the mastermind wants to hunt down.

Thinking of this, Weber looked at Iskandar, the god beside him, with some worry.

Although a considerable amount of time has passed since the return of the Age of Gods, the strength of the Heroic Spirits has been increasing after they automatically take on flesh.

But Iskandar's strength lay in military strategy, not in personal bravery.

Furthermore, he was not a qualified Master; in fact, in the heat of battle, he was merely a burden.

If the Holy Grail War were to happen again, Waver really wouldn't be confident that he could ensure both of them escape unscathed.

"boom!"

Just as Weber was filled with worry, a large hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed heavily on his back.

Weber's violent cough was followed by a hearty laugh that echoed through the ruins.

"Haha, you think you can get rid of Yu with these pieces of scrap metal? It's not that simple. If you're planning to self-destruct, you should at least equip each of them with a miniature nuclear warhead!"

Miniature nuclear warheads? Two of them? You really think these things are so easy to get?

Hearing that dismissive comment, Webber, having caught his breath, shook his head, feeling both amused and exasperated.

However, as he shifted his gaze out of the corner of his eye, he was shocked to see dozens of slender objects with tails and gleaming metallic light tearing through the thick clouds and plummeting straight toward him and Iskandar.

As the distance rapidly closed, Webber received both good news and bad news.

The good news is that what's coming down isn't a nuclear weapon.

The bad news is that more than twenty precision-guided ballistic missiles are coming!

"Zeus, by your divine power, ravage this land, and dominate it!"

At the critical moment, Iskandar slammed Webber's head down, drew his short sword from his waist, and roared as he pointed it at the sky.

"Moo~!"

Accompanied by two muffled roars, dozens of crimson lightning bolts struck down from the sky, causing the falling missiles to detonate prematurely in mid-air.

But then, the intense heat and the rapidly burning flames quickly consumed the oxygen in the surrounding air.

A strong feeling of suffocation then rushed over me.

Weber opened his mouth wide, like a sea fish stranded on the beach, breathing in vain.

There are thermobaric weapons too?!

Realizing something was wrong, Iskandar, who also felt dizzy, immediately used his sword to cut open his palm and offered his blood as a sacrifice.

Suddenly, two thunder bulls with flying hooves, draped in red ribbons, drove a bronze chariot and flew down from the clouds, landing in front of Iskandar, their master.

"Come up!"

The King of Conquerors threw the flushed Waver onto the chariot, preparing to take his Master, who was struggling to breathe, away from this vacuum zone.

"Boom!"