Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

She simply said to the Demon King in her heart, "Leave quickly. This is a woman who will destroy you once you get involved. She will do you no good whatsoever."

"Wow!"

Seeing the change in Zhu's hair color, Lydia was surprised. "Terrible! How stupid! We finally meet, and you've even dyed your hair? Are you sick in the head? What's so good about white? People would think you're some old lady, you fairytale girl!"

"Lydere, your mind is still quite normal. Yuzhu was worried that she hit your head too much and that this caused bad consequences."

Silver-haired Pearl seemed to ignore Lydia, "But they sell orange-flavored sponge cake, raspberry fruit tarts, and special apple pie here. Just choose what you like. If you don't know what to choose, you can eat them all."

"……what?"

Lydia glanced at the silver-haired girl with pearls, then sighed in disbelief, "Fairytale Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Now I'm a witch who can handle interpersonal relationships at a professional level, you know."

Could you please, Demon King, not use my body to say such things?

I was just saying it for you; Lydia is your friend, and that's exactly what you think.

In response to the Demon King's answer, Yuzhu did not deny that she had indeed thought about celebrating Lydia's birthday when they met again in the past ten years, but she would never say those words that sounded like coquetry.

However, Lydia looked directly into the silver-haired, pearly eyes, and then hugged her tightly.

"Ahhh, Fairy Tale Girl, I'm actually a little happy that your attitude has changed so much, but are you going to die? Hurry up and say you're going to die, otherwise I really can't get used to Fairy Tale Girl's attitude. But don't worry, even if you're going to die, I won't give you back the Ploy that I forcibly bought!"

Before arriving in Japan, young Ayumi didn't have the habit of naming her PLOYs. She would number them according to her mood each day. Once, Lydia borrowed a PLOY from Ayumi to please her parents, but ended up borrowing a perfume that would make people curse all day long if sprayed on. To prevent her from borrowing the wrong one again, she named all the PLOYs for Ayumi.

"...Ha. Although I've said more than once that this isn't a problem that can be solved with money, it's clear that you're not going to pay me back no matter what I say."

"Ah, this is the tone I know from the fairy tale girl."

Lydia adjusted her sunglasses triumphantly. "Here we go again, shy one. You've always been good at making deals, haven't you, Yuzhu? Saying things like 'I won't give it to you if it's only for money' and keeping driving up the price."

It's just my imagination. I almost forgot; there's no way I would have said something like that.

As Novia listened to Ayumi's heartfelt rebuttal, she continued Lydel's conversation: "Speaking of which, isn't it a bit inappropriate for idols not to meet in person?"

"Tsk, fake fairy tale girls are really annoying. It's simple, the real me should have come on halfway through the show, but I chose to go on strike because 'the lunch I ate was too bland,' and besides, the music doesn't really matter to me. Fans are just things that sustain my magic. And quite a few people have cut their wrists because they feel empty after the concert. Although I was the focus of attention, no one saw the real me."

In an instant, Lydia's aura changed.

"Also, Fairy Tale Girl, you're so stupid. You actually got possessed by the Ploy you created."

Lydia, who was once the monarch of the Clock Tower and had a connection with the First Law, was naturally able to notice the issue of the silver hair with beads, but she simply assumed it was due to some kind of Ploy.

"That's really funny."

Lydia burst out laughing at how incredibly realistic it was.

At that reaction, Yuzhu's temples twitched slightly, and her hair turned back to black.

"Not Ploy..."

Yuzhu didn't feign anger. She just stared at her childhood friend and raised the back of her left hand. "He is my servant."

Yuzhu answered with utmost natural seriousness, while Lidel was so surprised that she couldn't help but take off her sunglasses.

Kuonji Aratama was serious because it was a fact, and something she accepted; while Lydia sensed that Aratama's seriousness was more like a kind of awkwardness she didn't understand... just like with this Servant.

That fairytale girl, could it be...?

Although she had some doubts, Lydia felt that this development seemed alright; after all, if someone wasn't human, they shouldn't turn out like that...

Just as she opened her mouth to speak—

Just then, something strange happened in the live concert broadcast. The camera was showing Lydia holding up the microphone and singing at a high note, and strange screams from the audience echoed throughout the venue. So the two of them turned their attention to the screen, and what they saw was truly shocking.

Although he was still far from the stage, the audience member sitting in the first seat, as a Servant, drew the sword from his waist.

The next second, he jumped onto the stage and plunged his sword deep into Lydia's abdomen, then swung it horizontally with great force.

A vortex of fear swept through the entire concert, like a tsunami approaching land, starting silently and later evolving into a colossal wave that engulfed everything.

Most of the audience were surprised and reacted in different ways. Some audience members took this behavior as a singer's performance and became increasingly excited.

However, immediately afterward, the Servant's core was flipped open from the inside out, revealing a Servant wearing an African-colored cloak covered in Command Seals stolen from others.

There are severed wrists, ankles, and even removed collarbones, as well as dried human heads with their mouths sewn together. Newer limbs are decorated with the Command Seals pattern unique to the mosaic citizens.

Novia naturally knew who this was; it was a Servant from the original Fr work as well.

The supreme deity of the Congolese Vili people, the mother of all living beings, and the great princess Nsambi.

Chapter 492 The God of Africa.

"..."

Lydia, seeing herself killed on stage, didn't know what to say.

Since Aru and the Demon King had already left the audience and only witnessed the tragedy through the broadcast, they could, to some extent, view the accident from an objective perspective. However, those in the audience, seeing the subconscious reactions of those around them, would likely be easily influenced.

“Let’s calm down first, Lydia – if nothing unexpected happens, someone has already notified the guards, and evacuation should begin soon. London’s defenses as a city shouldn’t be worse than Akihabara’s.”

"Seek refuge? But..."

In the broadcast footage, many Servants in the audience also went out of control, and those Servants who tried to rush to their Master's side to protect him but were too late were also eliminated in the next second. Several years later, a chaotic battle similar to the Holy Grail War occurred in the new era.

"I'm going to pick someone up next, Lydia, take care of yourself."

Yuzhu gasped, then turned and walked against the flow of people toward the concert.

"Demon King, can you distinguish between Servants and ordinary citizens?"

“I know it better than anyone else.”

"Very well, then please possess me and annihilate all the hostile Servants. The guards on site and I alone are not enough to handle this."

Yuzhu's thinking made sense. After all, Holmes had just died that morning, and most of the police force was busy with this case, so they definitely couldn't arrive in time. That's why she made that request.

"Hopefully it can be done in time."

Yu-zhu sighed.

The unexpected event was not unacceptable. What worried her most was Erise and the others at the concert. If something happened to them, it would make Yuzu feel very regretful and remorseful. If the Demon King had not been with her but had been around Erise, they would most likely be safe.

Although Yuzu was somewhat pleased with the Demon King's actions, she also felt guilty when she thought about how this had put Eri in such a predicament.

Below the ramp leading to the stands, a group of spectators were pulling at each other.

A man grabbed a citizen and squeezed him until he bled profusely.

Although the man was dressed in modern clothes, he was actually a Servant. Moreover, the casual clothes he had created with magic had now disintegrated, revealing his original medieval-style attire.

The armed guards who arrived at the scene pulled the man away and dragged him to the ground. They then fired continuously with bullpup automatic rifles. The servant was relatively weak, and even humans could resist, but the bullets, which had been modified with magic, all passed through the man's body, bounced off the floor, and could not cause him any effective damage.

Despite being shot, the man immediately stood up and lunged at other nearby citizens.

A female citizen next to the man was in a semi-hysterical state and wanted to use her Command Spell, but even though the woman ordered her to stop, her servant had no intention of stopping and did not obey the order to turn into a spirit.

Fortunately, in the morning, the detective Irene gave Yuzhu and the others at the scene of Holmes' death a 'detective identification tag'. After wearing it, the silver-haired Yuzhu gestured to the guards to leave, and the guards immediately obeyed and retreated.

The silver-haired beaded creature stretched out a hand, and the mist emanating from it easily breached the protective barrier around the servant's body, firmly grasping the spirit core.

The Soul Core is the central part that sustains the Servant's individual existence; it is the core of all activities.

The spirit core manifests instantly, and to the general public it may appear as a blur, but a magician can clearly see that the spirit core has color, and the color of the spirit core is different for each individual Servant.

The servant fought back fiercely, panting as he tried to pull the silver-haired, beaded spirit core back from his hand.

At that moment, the woman who was desperately trying to use a Command Spell grabbed him: "What are you doing! Stop it! He's my Servant..."

However, the guards who arrived quickly pulled her away. Once her heartbreak heals, she will be able to summon Servants again, and her Command Seals will be restored, provided that the Holy Grail can still function properly. Moreover, even if she summons a Heroic Spirit with the same name, he will not have the original memories.

"Something's not right. The infected's thinking is noticeably impaired, they attack their surroundings indiscriminately, and there's also the transmission through contact with spirits. This is unprecedented magic. If it's not a ghoul... then could it be a lower subspecies of vampires?"

Novia explained in response to Ayumi's question.

"They've been turned into zombies."

"If it's necromancy, the target should be a physical entity. How could a spirit become a living corpse? How could voodoo magic possibly..."

"I do know the servant's real name. It's Enzambhi, the earth goddess from Congo, Africa, and the root of the word 'zombie'."

Congo mythology is the mythology of all Congo-speaking peoples. The Congolese are the largest branch of the Bantu people in Central Africa. In Congo mythology, the world is divided into the world of the living and the world of the dead, which are separated by a body of water. Humans constantly cycle between these two worlds.

Nzambhi is the origin of zombie folklore, the supreme goddess of the Congolese people, who is both a great queen and the mother of all life.

"I understand."

Yuzhu nodded. The Demon King's seriousness reassured her, but she soon asked him a question unexpectedly.

"You're worried about Erise, aren't you? Hurry up."

As soon as the words were spoken, the people who had been fleeing in all directions were suddenly driven in the same direction, forming a huge crowd that surged forward, all with the same expression of fear on their faces.

Following that gaze, the silver-haired girl immediately spotted a figure with powerful magic right there.

“Nzabi…”

The concert's colorful LED lights shone into the audience seats where wreckage was scattered all over the ground. Nzabi, with white hair and black skin, was walking barefoot under the LED lights, dragging human corpses—four of them—with her hands behind her back, as casually as if she were dragging a burlap sack.

"You recognized me right away? Interesting, interesting. Is it someone I know? Or did you summon a 'me' from somewhere else? In that case, let me introduce myself. I'm not a magician, but a sorcerer. Oh well, if it's someone I know, you can call me whatever you want."

The Congolese Earth Goddess held a strangely shaped sword against the corpse's wrist, then chopped off the hand and removed the Command Seals.

"Huh? I thought it was a Servant and a Master, but... what the hell is that thing? Oh well, even so, I'll take your Command Seals."

Enzabi kept talking to himself, his eyes wide open, his jewel-like crimson eyes fixed on the silver-haired bead.

Behind her, the corpses whose wrists had been severed stood up, maintaining their strange postures, and jogged toward the silver-haired Yuzhu.

Enzambhi was probably planning to observe how to deal with the approaching silver-haired Yuju.

In response, the silver-haired girl simply waved her hand, and a powerful tornado swept in.

"Oh My God."

The relentless tornado struck Nzabi deeply, leaving a slanted wound from his shoulder to his breasts, exposing white flesh and fat.

"The essence of this power is excellent, truly excellent. I would even give you my most precious dried human head."

Enzabi, perhaps intrigued, declared directly, "You bastard, you're definitely one of Mponggu's spies, aren't you..."

Nzan Bimbangu is the creator god of the Kongo; he created the world and the gods who inhabit it.

There is a Congolese proverb that says, "Do not look for God, for He has no body."

In the early 16th century, when the Portuguese visited the Kingdom of Kongo, the name was chosen by European missionaries and Kongo intellectuals, including the then-Kongo king himself, to translate the Christian religious concept into the Kongo language of Kikongo and to represent God.

Therefore, after Portuguese colonization, this term became synonymous with God and primarily existed as the god of creation. As a result, other gods or spirits in Congolese mythology were downgraded to beings similar to lower angels. After all, that's how the church operated, and it's been pretty much the same for many years.

In the new era of Fr, some niche mythological deities, such as the Earth Mother Goddess or legendary gods, have also appeared. In addition to Nzambhi of Congo, the creator god Rainbow Serpent of Australia lives in Shinjuku. However, compared to the Great Spirit who is also the highest being in Australia and is even called the Space Spirit Wangina in the Servant Universe, Rainbow Serpent is chased and beaten by Eri, who is only fourteen years old, which shows its strength.

"If that's really the case, then I naturally wouldn't want to fight you. Maybe I could use my dried limbs to make tea and drink it with you, but..."

Enzabi's withered wrist clattered to the ground. "I've already made an appointment to kill everyone who tries to escape from here. Oh right, since you're a Heroic Spirit, you're already dead, aren't you? Let me ask you with my dagger—come on, let me dissect how you died."

As Enzambhi approached with a dagger, the silver-haired beaded woman quietly observed Enzambhi's bloodshot eyes, offering no resistance, and spoke:

Do you think you can infect me and turn me into a zombie?

"Why not? Even if you are from the Mponggu side, you cannot escape my defilement."

Nzabi looked puzzled.

In fact, there is also a Jesus Christ in Voodoo, but he is not a Trinity, an eternal and unique being, but only appears as the soul of an ancestor. Furthermore, Voodoo sorcerers can invite Jesus to possess them to manifest magic during the performance of their spells.

Of course, this was utterly outrageous to the church.

"Then let's try it."

A bead of silver hair lightly touched the tip of the dagger pointing at her chest.

"Those who die by my hand, let's see if you can turn them all into zombies."

"……what?"

Ensambi suspiciously tried to retract her dagger, but her weapon remained motionless.

"This aura is... a Dead Apostle? How is that possible?! How could something from Mpangu possibly accept it—"

The strange dagger began to heat up and turn white from the point where the silver-haired, beaded fingertips touched it, then burst into a blinding flash before scattering in all directions.

Just as the light and heat gradually faded from sight, Nzanbi had already vanished, presumably returning to the Throne of Heroes.

This is to be expected, after all, Novia has the blessing of the Black Princess Altruki, the etymology of the word "zombie" and one of the two most powerful princesses in the world, whose corruption is stronger? If Enzabi had been a little more careful, he probably wouldn't have been wiped out instantly.