Chapter 735: Chapter 10: Cooperation, Singularity, Different Worlds
Makoto Sakura entered the scene, followed by a tall and voluptuous cold beauty with knee-length black pants, black over-the-knee boots, and long purple hair that reached her knees.
It was because of her guidance that the purple-haired girl could rush to the crime scene so quickly.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes was a visibly destroyed long street, with cracks and footprints evident on the solid pavement, and straight, sharp fissures cut out by an almost steel-like fierce wind. The scent of gunpowder smoke faintly lingered in the air, as for the Emiya Family by the roadside...
The house was even more visibly damaged, with the warehouse door flung to an unknown location.
The main building had a large inwardly collapsed hole, as if something heavy had been violently flung, crashing into it like a cannonball.
Beyond that, there was silence, with no particular sound of movement remaining.
Makoto Sakura couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, so were they still a step too late? Perhaps the upperclassman had already been killed. Could it be his body had been thrown back into the house, or maybe his head had already been removed...
Gu Mo cast a strange glance at the opposite pair, his gaze momentarily fixed on the tall and voluptuous beauty with a cold demeanor. This pair hadn’t changed... But what was this? Right after he left, did Makoto Sakura summon Rider?
After all, when he visited the old worm, he was certain no such event had been triggered.
Thinking about it, Emiya Shirou himself had also just suddenly summoned a Servant... Maybe they both were at that rather delicate point in time?
So what was the cause of the trigger? An internal disturbance of the black mud within the Great Holy Grail, brewing some conspiracy? Or was it... Gilgamesh’s withdrawal that caused it? — Like lightning, Gu Mo considered several possibilities in an instant.
He suspected it might be Mr. Jin’s premature withdrawal that prompted some odd corrective reaction in the Holy Grail War’s ritual.
Clearly, the war hadn’t truly started yet, yet they suddenly found a Servant had already exited, which might have triggered certain Technique mechanisms, prompting an emergency initiation of the ritual, automatically filling in the missing steps... Had the Holy Grail War started early?
But does this ritual itself have such intelligence?
Or is it, due to the pollution of all the world’s evils, that it resulted in some degree of distortion?
As Gu Mo was surveying the opposite side, he seriously contemplated. On the other hand, Rider’s body tensed up, standing protectively in front of her Master with a wary expression. Despite disagreeing with her Master’s stubborn ways, and having no way to oppose his decision, she had brought him here.
They encountered the battlefield and unexpectedly ran into another competitor, which might not necessarily be a good thing.
Although her Master had earnestly clarified along the way that the other party was a very, very good person, Rider understood the ruthlessness of the Holy Grail battleground. The other party might have been fine before, but perhaps that was before their Master became a competitor.
Now that they became another competing pair, it might not be that easy to converse.
"Is... is it over?"
The purple-haired girl bit her lower lip, bewilderedly observing the street, murmuring to herself.
At this moment, Ilya, suppressing a surge of malice in her heart, viciously gritted her teeth as she examined the Master and Servant pair across from her. Ultimately, this silver-haired, red-eyed little girl extended a beautiful smile: "So you’ve become a Master at this time too... Then, Berserker, kill her!"
Although Kiritsugu has escaped, in any case, all other enemies must be eliminated.
Since this group appeared, they should be eliminated first!
"Master! Be careful!"
Rider’s expression changed slightly—what she feared had indeed happened. She stepped forward, blocking Makoto Sakura completely behind her. As she quietly warned her, her attention was fully focused on the white-clothed Daoist on the other side. Despite sensing nothing, she wouldn’t let her guard down at this moment.
The purple-haired girl was momentarily stunned, instinctively looking over, only to find the other side motionless.
"..."
"..."
As Ilya maintained her smile, the corners of her mouth twitched, unable to uphold that smiling expression. She once again gritted her teeth and repeated, "Berserker, kill them!"
"Sorry, I just received an order to go after Assassin; that takes precedence..." Gu Mo seemed to have received the command to kill the other side multiple times, he sighed as he spoke, "Master, let’s go after the two fleeing targets now."
"You... you... aaaaaahhh! I hate you!"
The silver-haired little girl had been provoked to the point of madness. If there had been concerns before, now there were none left whatsoever.
She already saw that her Servant had made up his mind not to obey any of her commands anymore!
"Berserker, in the name of the Command Spell, kill the two of them immediately!" Ilya, in her fury, wielded the Command Spell once again. In a short amount of time, she had already consumed three Command Spells. If in a normal Holy Grail War Master did this, it would be a path to self-destruction.
But she had the luxurious advantage; her Command Spell count exceeded even Father Kotomine’s. Even if the Fuyuki Church gathered all the remaining unused Magic Crystals from past Holy Grail Wars, they still wouldn’t come close to the number of Command Spells she had.
