Chapter 166

Finally, she said in a very gentle, soft, but firm tone.

"Straighten out your wrong thoughts and become your... only."

"Hmm... then you have to work hard, otherwise the scenery along the way will soon fascinate me."

Brother Luo Shu was stunned, laughed dumbly, and felt a slight, stunning emotion in his heart.

He stood up, holding Kagome's hand, and the two stood side by side, admiring the scenery at their feet together; a sky-blue long hair and black long hair swayed, looking quite beautiful against the backdrop of the morning light.

Without Kagome noticing, the Shikon Jewel she was wearing lit up a bit more.

As if, in this short period of time, it had been strengthened by a certain Luo again.

Inside the round jewel, a noble priestess soul awakened, emitting a soft white light, calmly watching all this.

Night.

The bright moonlight shone through the window gauze, cloaking the room in a layer of hazy arc light.

"The growth of the Jade of Divine Authority is faster than expected; in this way, in another period of time, I will be able to exchange for that skill."

Brother Luo Shu looked up at the moonlight.

He wanted to exchange for a super powerful skill, the creation of life from Tiamat, the mother goddess of creation in the Fate series.

As long as he gets that ability, he won't have to work so hard to play various roles.

He could completely ingest the Heroic Will marks of various worlds and make mud dolls.

Even if it can only support for an hour, it doesn't matter; he can just make them again next time.

"Hmm...?"

Suddenly, Brother Luo Shu looked at one side of the city in surprise; a blood-red light pillar that only he could see broke through the troposphere and shot straight into the sky.

Has the seventh Master already appeared?

Interesting.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Although it was a casual favor, seeing the leeks growing well still made him quite happy.

My chosen people, perform to your heart's content on the big stage of the modern city!

Let the light of magecraft bloom in the modern era.

Let the Heroic Spirits step out of mythology step by step.

Let this lonely era shine, erupting with absolutely brilliant light!

In the darkness, a cold, black-haired girl held the Sword of Kusanagi; her face was pale, her eyes revealed a touch of coldness, and the fox tail behind her was looming, showing her characteristics as Tamamo-no-Mae.

"My lord, the Secret Records of the Profound Heaven Sect, I have already brought it for you."

On the side, Aki Tomoya respectfully held out a creepy human-skin book with both hands.

Tamamo-no-Mae glanced at it lightly, took it calmly, and flipped through a few pages.

"Aki-kun, well done; after I hold the Great Festival, you will sit in the position of the Master of All Demons; Seimei also doesn't need this kind of thing to prove himself."

"I dare not."

Aki Tomoya lowered his body, his eyes revealing a touch of fanaticism, "Being able to witness the descent of my god is already my greatest honor!"

"Since you are so sensible, then I will grant you a portion of power."

Tamamo-no-Mae was satisfied, feeling that although this guy's cognition was distorted by the Secret Records of the Profound Heaven Sect and he killed his parents, overall he was still a sensible subordinate.

Immediately, she raised the corrupted Sword of Kusanagi and slashed a terrifying black light toward the man.

Swish!

The light passed through his body, Aki Tomoya issued a miserable howl, knelt on the ground and twisted, his body expanded like a balloon, dark black scales gradually grew from his skin, quickly covering his whole body, becoming a thorough monster.

This is what is recorded in the Necronomicon, something called "Deep One".

The difference is that compared to ordinary Deep Ones, Aki Tomoya is ten times higher.

The high ridge with scales on his back had a cold aura, his whole body was armored, his huge body was like a building, with muscular limbs, and he could be considered a mutant among the Deep One tribe.

Tamamo-no-Mae looked coldly at the night sky, not taking the other party's evolution to heart.

This world is changing too much, too fiercely; anyone can see that a magnificent era is about to begin.

Her past plans can only be completely abolished.

Great Festival...

Only by holding the Great Festival.

Can she obtain the power from that person sleeping on the moon.

Only then can she be sure to clear all obstacles and let Seimei resurrect without worries.

Gaul, Élysée Palace.

The atmosphere was abnormally heavy.

President Macron lit a cigarette irritably, exhaled a white smoke ring after a deep breath, the ashtray on the desk was already full of burnt cigarette butts, and his eyes were full of red blood, as if he had hyperthyroidism.

Before, when he hadn't enjoyed a good life, he would never dare to destroy his physical health.

Now...

Macron couldn't control it!

If it weren't for the shot of adrenaline red in the morning, he wouldn't have been able to hold on.

"Everyone, you all understand it now, right?"

Macron sighed long.

He picked up the remote control and clicked on the projection; whispering sounds suddenly appeared in the audience.

Swish!

On the projection screen, screenshots of wrists appeared, all with scarlet Command Spells, looking like tattoos, but if this intelligence was sent out by Gaul's spies in Japan at the cost of their lives.

That meant the seriousness of the matter.

Almost, there was a 90% chance it was true...

This meant that Heroic Spirits could appear in reality, driven by individual Masters.

For a moment.

The big shots of Gaul looked at each other, their eyes flashing with fear or greed.

Soon, a big shot crossed his hands, looked at Macron, and said in a deep voice: "Has the identity of the Master been confirmed in Japan now? Is it that group of people in the Sky Curtain or someone else, completely random?"

"Our spy's authority is not enough, there is no way to confirm."

Macron frowned, "But there is another file that the spy didn't open, named Master Mutual Aid Society; it is estimated that the Masters in reality have already united, and may even have summoned Heroic Spirits."

"What?!"

The many big shots present instantly widened their eyes, slapped the table and stood up, unable to remain calm.

Undoubtedly, these capital crocodiles all wanted to get a Command Spell, or trade for one.

Heroic Spirits can mostly destroy a great power of the level of Britain or France head-on, and the strong can even shake the foundation of human civilization.

Any Heroic Spirit placed on Earth is a supreme power that truly surpasses everything; there is no need to face the army head-on, Heroic Spirits are also humanoid, can communicate, can command, and are invincible in modern society.

Even facing a superpower like America, without confronting the army head-on, they can still destroy it through infiltration, assassination, and destruction.

Power is authority; mastering a Heroic Spirit means directly becoming the person who holds the greatest power!

The Master Mutual Aid Society means that as long as their Heroic Spirits can be held for a long time, or summoned at any time, it means this association holds supreme power.

A small group composed of a few people has obtained power that surpasses the world!

Thinking of this, these people couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb; if it were them who mastered this kind of power, restoring the imperial system would really be a piece of cake.

What's more...

If the Command Spell appeared, could the Holy Grail that can fulfill all wishes be far behind?

"Eternal life..."

Gaul's richest man, Bernard, gasped, his eyes full of longing and a touch of burning desire.

So what if he has a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars? When he gets old, it will all vanish; he has tried countless ways to prolong his life, including replacing his heart, changing his blood, and taking various expensive technological drugs.

He even fantasized about replacing his genes and adding a "FOXO3A gene."

There are many "longevity villages" all over the world, and these capitals are also the first to throw money into research.

It turned out that most of the centenarians in the village possessed this gene.

No matter how much Bernard envied, was jealous, and hated, modern technology was not enough to support him in changing his genes; this kind of innate thing cannot be envied.