Chapter 196

In these two days, besides the exoskeletons and power armors produced by the Bai Yu Group, what the group members cared about most was undoubtedly the Holy Grail War that Bai Bai Zeming was participating in.

Including Ainz, who was also a newcomer, everyone was chasing the daily updated plot with great interest.

Time returned to one day ago; counting the newly joined Tohsaka Sakura and Rider, Bai Bai Zeming's alliance had increased to eight people.

According to Bai Bai Zeming's plan, he intended to include Berserker's Master in this alliance as well.

And this Master was the biological daughter of Emiya Shirou's foster father, Illyasviel von Einzbern!

In other world lines, Illya became interested in this nominal younger brother because Emiya Shirou disregarded his own life to block a fatal blow for Saber.

But in this world line, they didn't go to the church to see Kotomine Kirei, let alone meet Illya on the way back.

Although lacking these key plots, Bai Bai Zeming still had the confidence to persuade Illya.

Or rather, he had the confidence to let Emiya Shirou persuade Illya.

But what he never expected was that someone actually took a step ahead and pushed Illya to their opposite side.

Undoubtedly, this person was Caster Medea, who had been developing secretly.

Mentioned before, Medea is a Heroic Spirit Servant with a twisted personality and is quite troublesome.

If it's an object she doesn't like, even if it's a Master, she wouldn't mind betraying them.

Especially handsome men who can remind her of Jason, as well as men who intend to use her, will make her touch the scene and feel a very strong sense of disgust.

Coincidentally, that Middle Eastern handsome mage who summoned her almost stepped on all of Medea's landmines, so unsurprisingly, he was backstabbed by Medea before the Holy Grail War began.

And after killing the Master, Medea lost her magic power supply.

Just as she was about to dissipate because of this, she was saved by a man named Kuzuki Soichiro.

Since then, Kuzuki Soichiro became her new Master.

She poured her feelings into Kuzuki Soichiro alone, and in order to live with Soichiro forever, she decided to win the Holy Grail War by any means necessary.

In the original work, in order to increase her chances of winning, she not only took away the lives of the town's residents to accumulate magic power, but also irregularly summoned a pseudo-Servant named Sasaki Kojiro, letting him guard the mountain gate of Ryudou Temple for her.

And in this world, due to Bai Bai Zeming's butterfly effect, Medea discovered the alliance of everyone.

Therefore, besides the above measures, Medea specifically sought out Illya, using the method of verbal provocation to make her stand on the opposite side of Bai Bai Zeming and the others.

Thus, when Bai Bai Zeming and the others arrived at Medea's base, Ryudou Temple, what they faced was not only Caster and Assassin, but also Illya and her Berserker!

"Bai, do you think Issei... is he still alive?"

On the forest path outside Ryudou Temple, Emiya Shirou asked with a somewhat heavy tone.

And the Issei he mentioned at this moment was his good friend, the student council president Yanagi Issei.

Hearing this name, one would know that he had a great relationship with Ryudou Temple.

And it was indeed so; Yanagi Issei was the son of the abbot of Ryudou Temple.

Ever since Bai Bai Zeming revealed the intelligence that Medea was at Ryudou Temple, Emiya Shirou had been worrying about his friend's safety.

He had made many calls to Yanagi Issei, but they could never get through.

Coupled with Medea's act of plundering human lives to fill her magic power, Emiya Shirou's mood became increasingly heavy, and he had to prepare for the worst...

"Not necessarily."

Bai Bai Zeming shook his head: "Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its nest; building a magic workshop is not a matter of one day or two. In order not to attract outside attention, Caster certainly wouldn't lay a hand on the monks of Ryudou Temple."

Emiya Shirou's face showed hope: "Are you sure?"

Bai Bai Zeming glanced at him: "Not sure... don't you intend to save him anymore?"

Emiya Shirou was slightly stunned, then shook his head, his expression gradually becoming firm: "Regardless of whether Issei is dead or not, I will do my best to save him!"

"Then that's great!"

A trace of a smile appeared on Bai Bai Zeming's face.

Compared to Heroic Spirits of other classes, Caster is a typical late-game hero; although she can't beat anyone at the beginning, as long as she is allowed to develop, she is absolutely an existence that controls the game in the late game!

Therefore, whether for the Holy Grail War or for those monks of Ryudou Temple, Bai Bai Zeming must solve her as soon as possible and must never let her continue to supplement magic power with the lives of innocent citizens.

Hearing Emiya Shirou's firm words, the Tohsaka sisters beside them were somewhat moved.

Bai Bai Zeming glanced at the expressions on their faces, thinking that the Emiya family in this world line should have quite a lot of fun to watch; at least the Shuraba of these two sisters is definitely indispensable!

Just as the four were traveling together to Ryudou Temple, there were also three people quietly waiting outside the temple gate.

"They really came!"

Medea, in a dark purple robe, curled her lips, her right hand wearing a black magic glove pointing lightly in front, and the purple light curtain floating in front of her shattered instantly, turning into light spots and dissipating in the air.

"Yeah, they finally came to kill us!"

Beside her, a man in a light purple kimono leaned against the wall, arms crossed around a long, sheathed katana, his deep blue long hair tied into a ponytail behind his head, with sideburns hanging to his collarbone, and a tender green branch in his mouth, looking quite composed.

It's just a pity that what came out of this free-spirited swordsman's mouth were such scene-spoiling words.

Medea frowned slightly, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "In any case, use your life to block them!"

"If you can't block them, dying for your Master can be considered a supreme honor!"

Supreme honor?

The blue-haired swordsman curled his lips and bit off the tender green branch in his mouth.

Just then, silver bell-like crisp laughter came from the forest beside them.

Medea and the blue-haired swordsman turned their heads to look, only to see two figures, one big and one small, walking out of the forest.

The tall figure on the left was over two meters and five tall, with messy black hair wildly scattered behind his head, wearing only a dark, heavy metal battle skirt, with his upper body and legs bare, revealing muscles as hard as steel.

The petite figure on the right was a small girl less than one meter four tall.

She wore an exquisite purple dress, had long silver hair and ruby-like eyes, and a sweet, gentle smile like an angel on her delicate and pretty face.

"A Servant summoned by a Servant..."

"This combination of yours is so interesting no matter how many times I look at it!"

Looking only at her appearance, Illya absolutely fits the description of innocent and lively.

But Medea didn't dare to relax in the slightest, because standing behind this girl was none other than the son of Zeus in Greek mythology, the legendary half-human, half-god hero—Heracles!

Looking at that tall and rugged figure, Medea's face under the cloak was somewhat grim.

Fortunately, Heracles descended in the Berserker class; if he were changed to Archer, who is most suitable for him, he would undoubtedly become the strongest Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War!

After a little thought, Medea curled her lips, raised her hand to summon a purple light curtain, and looked at the exquisite girl in front of her with a light smile:

"Berserker's Master, as a gift for our first cooperation, you pick one of the opponents below first!"

"What a chic gift!"

Illya blinked and said with a giggle: "However, I accept!"

As she spoke, she looked curiously at the purple light curtain, and sure enough, she saw the four people including Bai Bai Zeming on it.

Seeing the brown-red-haired boy and the girl with twin tails, Illya's eyes shifted slightly, and she soon showed a sweet smile, pointing at these two people: "Let's pick these two!"

"Oh?"

Medea looked at her with interest: "Two?"

Illya smiled confidently, raised her head to look at the tall figure beside her: "Even if they are two Heroic Spirits, they can't be Berserker's opponents; Berserker is the strongest!"

"Is that so?"

Medea smiled lightly: "What a reliable companion!"

"... Companion?"

Illya's childish voice echoed at the temple gate.

Heracles seemed to understand his master's meaning; a heavy axe-sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and his whole body emitted an extremely terrifying, violent aura, his eyes staring fixedly at Medea opposite him.

"..."

Medea was shocked, immediately jumping backward to distance herself, frowning at Illya.

Illya put her hands behind her back, looking at her with a sweet smile: "Caster, did you misunderstand something?"

"Illya just hates these weaklings who team up, so I will deal with them together with you, but that doesn't mean we are companions."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the Heroic Spirit beside her, saying softly: "Illya doesn't need companions; as long as I have Berserker, that's enough!"

"..."

Medea's lips under the cloak twitched slightly.

Sure enough, innocent yet cruel bratty kids are the most difficult to deal with!

After a little thought, she smiled lightly: "Alright, it was my own wishful thinking; in any case, do as you wish; I will find a way to separate the four people below and give you a chance to fight two-on-one."

"Really? That's great!"

Accompanied by Illya's joyful voice, Heracles, holding the axe-sword, bent his tall body and lifted his petite master onto his shoulders.

"Boom!"

The next second, a deafening roar came from in front of the temple gate.

Heracles shattered the ground, rushing down the mountain like a cannonball, leaving only a pit with a diameter of over three meters in place.

Seeing this scene, Medea's face sank, as if she didn't expect these two guys to be so reckless.

After a little thought, her figure flashed and disappeared in front of the temple gate, preparing to use the Dragon Tooth Warriors she made earlier to support from the side.

Thus, only the blue-haired swordsman was left in front of the temple gate.

He stared at the pit on the ground and sighed leisurely.

"What a pity!"

"Clearly a hero possessing exquisite skills, yet he descended in the Berserker class..."

"I hope the opponents I meet next can let me enjoy myself!"

As he spoke, he took out the long sword from his waist, his fingers stroking the blade, a trace of hidden expectation appearing on his handsome face.

(End of chapter)