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Yuukawa Nako handed Legre several bottles containing blue liquid and a piece of paper to him, then took out a bunch of herbs and potions and started taking them.
Legley didn't speak, but silently drew a magic circle with the blue liquid.
"Alright, this is for performing the bloodline conversion ritual, right?"
"Ah, you guys use the communicator to let Edward know, I'll stay here. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."
Chapter Fifty: The New Boss
“Okay. Hello, Master Edward? Neville, she…”
(A lot of words were omitted)
After hearing what Legley said, Edward pondered for a moment and then said...
“Navi should still be alive. Because she's the youngest, many people dote on her, and she has a lot of items on her. You can have Miss Aisha treat her. But I didn't expect that one of you is from the Church of the Invisible Form... What a miscalculation. We need to speed things up. You wait here for the cleanup team. We'll set off as soon as they arrive.”
"Ok."
Legley repeated Edward's words to everyone, while Yuukawa Nako placed the Frostheart Pendant on her heart and slowly lay down in the center of the magic circle.
"Then it's up to you."
"Oh, don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Yuukawa Naoko peacefully closed her eyes. Then, a burst of white, chilling energy surged violently from the magic circle, enveloping Yuukawa Naoko's body and forming a crystalline ice coffin.
"Wow, she looks like a princess from a fairy tale."
Elsa's girlish heart began to overflow.
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk greets all benefactors. High Priest Edward has already spoken to me, and I will lead the procession to clear the way for you all."
Master Fazhu's booming voice rang out from behind. He was incredibly muscular, with a strikingly bald head. He wore a kasaya, carried the Gatling gun from before, had two RPGs slung across his back, a pistol tucked into his waistband, and a dagger strapped to his arm.
He looked exactly like a mercenary on the battlefield; if it weren't for the kasaya (monk's robe), he wouldn't look like a monk at all.
Rather, even when dressed in a kasaya, he doesn't look like a monk at all.
"You, hello Master Fazhu."
Shido Itsuka stared at Master Hotake's strange attire and stammered a greeting.
"Hello Master Fazhu, that's our companion over there. She's recovering from her injuries and can't come along. Shall we set off now?"
Fazhu glanced at Yuchuan Naoko's ice coffin and nodded.
"Let's not delay, let's go now. Juliana, you stay here and look after Navi and this benefactor."
"Okay Captain."
After leaving a woman behind, Fazhu and the others fell through a large hole that suddenly appeared in the floor.
"Why did it have to fall again?!"
"Help—me—!"
"Used to it."
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At this moment, outside the barrier.
Nancy and the Good Man's projections were both facing Edward's projection, creating a very tense atmosphere.
"Meow meow meow! Ai-chan, I think I need an explanation!"
“Mr. Edward, I feel I also need an explanation. You secretly colluded with these sacrifices, sending troops to destroy our summoning circle! What exactly are you doing?!
At this moment, the live broadcast on the barrier only showed Chang Yan fighting with a group of cultists; all other footage had disappeared.
Listening to the conversation between the three high priests, Sazex and his companions guessed some of the facts.
"Could it be that they've had an internal conflict?"
Rias said uncertainly.
"Probably. And Edward even teamed up with your followers to destroy the summoning circle. But that idiot Key, if he comes out, I'm definitely going to teach him a lesson!"
Sona seemed very angry.
"Oh, I remember you were stamping your feet in a panic just now. They only spared your family's lives because you're the head of the Siddi family. How do you feel about that?"
Seeing her friend's indifferent expression, Rias began to tease her.
“What do you think? If Shirou Tokimoto were killed, it would only be because he was blind and messed with the wrong person. But he is still my familiar, and I will do my best to avenge him. However, since he has survived, I must take him to apologize.”
He uttered words that could be described as heartless, but that is the devil's mindset.
The strong are respected
Although Sona Shiki's dream is to create a classless Rating Game school, she is also a pure demon.
Although Sona thinks this way, it doesn't mean that others think this way.
The massive fluctuations from the barrier attracted a considerable number of people, all of whom possessed supernatural powers.
Naturally, they also witnessed Chang Yan's brutal killing of another team of survivors.
Some people were angry, some were indifferent, and some praised.
And the relatives and friends of the victims, filled with hatred.
"Hatred? Sigh, I think with their strength they're just throwing their lives away. That guy keeps getting stronger!"
"Ah, yes. Devouring life and devouring magic, such a powerful magic eye, I think all those mages must have rushed over. Their terrifying thirst for knowledge even frightens me, a demon."
"They're here. Opening over a dozen portals at once, the first to come out will definitely be their followers and golems. They're really afraid of dying."
As they spoke, a dozen blue doors appeared on the ground, and knights exuding powerful battle aura and burly golems slowly emerged. Finally, several mages wearing robes, carrying a bunch of ornaments, and holding staffs appeared.
An old mage in white robes, surrounded by knights, approached the three leaders and bowed.
"I am Gandalf the White, greetings to the Lord Demon King, the Governor of the Fallen Angels, and the Archangel."
The three nodded in acknowledgment.
“Gandalf, I remember you’re a melee mage, why did the Mage Council call you here?”
Gandalf the White was more of a berserker than a melee mage.
As for why? Because he once beat a Balrog to death with his staff.
During the battle, he unleashed a spell.
Enchantment spells
He didn't even use any transformation spells; he simply killed the Balrog with his specially made wooden staff, thus becoming famous overnight. Coupled with his strong sense of justice, a rare quality among mages, many knights now admire him greatly.
He was initially addressed as—Gandalf the Berserker.
However, after he knocked several of the great knights who were spreading rumors unconscious with his staff, no one dared to call him that again.
Because Gandalf liked to wear white robes, his title was changed to Gandalf the White.
However, Gandalf was only skilled in combat; he wasn't particularly strong in other areas. The fact that he was chosen under these circumstances was rather strange to the Mage Council.
"Because my role this time is merely that of a guard."
Gandalf gave a calm and composed reply, but his answer was incredibly surprising.
"Oh? The only one who could possibly have Gandalf the White as a bodyguard is probably that one—"
"President of the Magic Council—Lulutia Zekin!"
Chapter Fifty-One: The So-Called Wish
"Everyone, long time no see."
A clear female voice came from inside a huge portal.
There were no followers, no golems; only a blonde female mage emerged from the portal.
Her right eye was tightly closed; she had a slender and tall figure; and she wore a black Gothic Lolita outfit.
Her pointed ears proved her race—an elf.
They are not the spirits from Date A Live, but a real race.
The golems and knights on either side of the portal were already kneeling on one knee.
The wizards followed behind her, with Gandalf being the closest, though he was always a step behind.
Lulutia Zekin
The Speaker of the Mage Council, the strongest mage, the only world-class alchemist, the Golden Catastrophe, the Cannon-Destroying Turret.
Of course, there are some titles I haven't thought of yet; you can use your imaginations to come up with them.
"Hey, I didn't expect this barrier to attract someone as great as you. That's quite rare."
"Long time no see, Speaker Lulutie."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
After exchanging some pleasantries, Lulutia, accompanied by a group of mages and her retinue, walked straight to the front of the barrier.
The projection of the good guy had already lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
Then, he said a sentence
"I am already dead, don't look at me."
Nancy, though she kept looking at Lulutia, revealed her inner tension through her trembling body.
Ignoring the two high priests, Lulutia stared intently at Edward for a long time before uttering a sentence.
"Long time no see, little bean."
Edward, who was always calm, suddenly roared.
"Who are you calling a shorty?! I'm already 1.8 meters tall! Besides, wasn't the height-increasing potion I used made under your guidance?!"
"Oh, is that so? Sorry, I forgot (～￣▽￣～)."
"You...do you have Alzheimer's disease?"
"I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words!"
"I'm sorry I was wrong."
Some people were clearly quite surprised by this harmonious scene.
"Ai-chan! For the sake of our years of friendship, is it too late for me to surrender now?"
The shameless good man has decided to surrender.
What? You're saying he's at least a high priest in the church?
Do you think people who worship Nyarlathotep are morally upright?
Seeing the shameless behavior of the good guy, and then looking at the group of big shots outside, Nancy wondered if she had been abandoned by her mother.
Everything was planned perfectly, and the execution went smoothly.
But why, why did it turn out like this?
First, the Son of God disobeyed orders, then three big shots arrived, then Edward secretly joined forces with the students to destroy the summoning circle of the Church of the Invisible Face, and finally even the monster Lulutia Zekin arrived.
Mother Goddess above, although Nancy had considered that others might intervene in this summoning, she never expected that a large number of big shots would come here to watch.
I was terrified! I'd rather die than attend another summoning ritual like this, even if you paid me! But—
no more chance.
Nancy sneered inwardly.
Yes, there will be no next summoning ritual.