Thinking this, Kamijou Touma immediately took out an off-road vehicle from his storage space.
This vehicle used an Ark Reactor as its power source and was equipped with an anti-gravity device. It was made of bulletproof material and was waterproofed, allowing it to fly and sail. It was a vehicle for all three terrains: land, sea, and air.
Designed by Tony Stark and manufactured by the Human-Machine Puppet, it was not only cheaper than similar vehicles in the store but also came with the benefit of three free maintenance services.
"Archer, can you drive?"
Kamijou Touma faced Archer, his back to the car door, raised his right hand, made a fist, and pointed his thumb at the driver's side window.
Watching a car appear out of thin air, Emiya Shirou was stunned for a few seconds.
In their short time together, he had come to fully understand his Master's special ability, the ability to completely nullify the mysterious.
And what did he see at this moment? A Master who could nullify any mystical power conjuring a car out of thin air.
Could it be that the ability the Master possessed wasn't to nullify all mystical power, but that some of it couldn't be erased?
Or perhaps... besides the power to nullify mystical abilities, the Master also possessed other mystical powers, such as conceptualization.
Of course, it could also be some kind of storage item. Emiya Shirou, who had been a Servant for a long time, had seen many space-type items during his missions.
One association after another flashed through his mind like meteors. Therefore, upon hearing Kamijou Touma's question, Emiya Shirou didn't immediately answer, but was stunned for seven or eight seconds before replying.
"...Yes."
After all, he had lived in the twenty-first century as a modern person, so knowing how to drive was normal.
Emiya Shirou's gaze turned towards the car, observing it carefully.
That was a very imposing off-road vehicle, with sharp angles that exuded a wild aura.
Emiya Shirou opened the driver's side door and got in.
"This car..."
Looking at the high-tech interior, high-definition screens and voice assistants, a bunch of buttons that faintly glowed blue, with a string of text beside them.
As a Servant, when descending into the present world, they are instilled with a series of knowledge, such as common sense of the current society, as well as some languages.
In short, every Servant is proficient in multiple languages.
Not to mention the text beside those buttons, which was Emiya Shirou's mother tongue, Japanese.
Although those Japanese characters were not quite the same as the Japanese he knew, some of the characters were unfamiliar, but after all, they were Japanese. He could roughly guess the meaning of those words.
For example, laser cannons, flight mode, diving mode...
In short, it was a bunch of buttons that made him break out in a cold sweat. He had the distinct impression that if he accidentally pressed the wrong button, the city would be blown to smithereens.
No, maybe it wasn't just an impression.
Emiya Shirou's gaze landed on a button, next to which was the text "XX Missile."
He felt like this car was a mobile armory, enough to fight the Holy Grail War with.
Emiya Shirou was speechless, inwardly complaining as he turned on the ignition.
After Kamijou Touma, who was sitting in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, Emiya Shirou stepped on the gas. The SUV roared to life and shot forward.
That swift speed not only startled Kamijou Touma but also startled Emiya Shirou.
But after a moment of panic, Emiya Shirou steadied the vehicle he was driving, and continued forward steadily.
The time was 10:30 AM on the first day of the Holy Grail War.
Using a Familiar to transmit messages was a common method among mages. After all, not every mage used a cell phone; many mages disliked using technological products.
Some were old-fashioned, shouting slogans like "etiquette cannot be abandoned," unwilling to use modern technological products, and still relying on alchemical tools and Familiars for communication.
Others, even if they studied diligently, couldn't master the use of technological products.
This type of person was not small in number among mages, whether it was because they hadn't been exposed to or had rarely been exposed to technological products since childhood, or for other reasons.
In short, using Familiars to send messages was still one of the mainstream methods used by mages today.
In a certain church, a bat flew in.
Inside the church, the white-haired young man standing in the aisle between the two rows of pews raised his right hand. The bat flapped its wings and landed lightly on the back of his hand.
With a "pop," the bat burst, turning into black and red gas that dissipated, and a letter appeared on the back of his hand.
He opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and read its contents.
The content written on the letter was very concise, and could be summarized in one sentence.
"We're here with the bosses, where are you?"
"Oh ho~~" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada raised an eyebrow, and said with a blank expression, "I'm screwed!"
If it were just one person, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada wouldn't be too worried. If he could successfully coax them into his control, that would be great. If he failed, it wouldn't matter either; one person escaping his control wouldn't be a big deal.
But if it's a group of people, especially people from the Clock Tower, that's a very bad situation.
After all, among the Masters he controls, there's a lecturer from the Clock Tower.
Compared to what he, a stranger, says, the newly arrived Clock Tower personnel will definitely trust someone they know better.
The more crucial problem is that when a team's members, especially the majority, come from the same place, there's no need to say who will be in command of the team.
"Meeting them is impossible..."
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada frowned, pondering how to deal with this problem.
Running... is impossible.
After all, Semiramis's Noble Phantasm has been activated and is in the process of charging. If it's interrupted... then all their efforts will have been in vain.
And Semiramis's Noble Phantasm requires about three days of preparation time, which means he needs to stall for at least three days.
"Stalling for time, huh?" Amakusa Shirou Tokisada's gaze passed through the open gate, looking at the street outside.
In a Servant free-for-all situation, stalling for time... doesn't seem to be a difficult thing.
Tell the Clock Tower team a wrong address, and then send one or several Servants to lure enemies from other factions over there, causing a large-scale battle among several factions.
That way, at least one or two days can be secured.
"Let's decide on that." Amakusa Shirou Tokisada found a map of Romania and chose a place to ambush.
In Romania.
Clad in black clothes, Medusa's tall and voluptuous figure exuded an alluring aura. Riding a pure white Pegasus, her every move hinted at purity. The combination of妖艷 and pureness created an even more captivating atmosphere.
However…
Shifting the gaze backward, the cart pulled by the Pegasus was utterly ruined.
The cart was enormous, ten meters long and five meters wide. Its shape differed greatly from regular carts, featuring three pairs of wooden wheels and a smooth, flat body.
The cart's body, constructed from wooden planks, was covered with a layer of carpet. Near the Pegasus was the card-playing trio: Mu Yang, White Yaksha, and Tamamo no Mae, playing poker—the classic game of "Fight the Landlord."
The middle section was occupied by Zhang Zhiwei and Li Shuwen, discussing martial arts. They were engrossed in their conversation, even gesturing occasionally when excited, their arms swinging with a "whoosh" sound.
On the other side of the cart was the drinking sixsome, consisting of four oni, one god, and one youkai. They were no longer drinking the poisonous liquor provided by Shuten-dōji, but various spiritual liquors sold in the shop.
The six non-humans consumed at least seventeen or eighteen bottles of liquor in a minute, and Ibuki Suika and Hoshiguma Yuugi's wallets were rapidly shrinking.
"The concentration of magical energy in the air is still rising..."
Zhang Zhiwei was on the left, Mu Yang on the right, and across from them, Arash and the Jewelcraft Sorcerer stared at the barrier that occasionally flickered with a rainbow of colors within the azure sky, muttering softly.
Then he turned to Mu Yang and asked, "What level of magical energy concentration are you planning to reach?"
If the concentration of magical energy in the air is too high, humans who have always lived in a low-magical-energy environment will experience symptoms of "magic intoxication" upon suddenly entering a high-magical-energy environment.
Magic intoxication is similar to oxygen intoxication, one caused by too high a concentration of magical energy, the other by too high a concentration of oxygen.
But compared to oxygen intoxication, magic intoxication is more dangerous.
At worst, the person will experience general weakness and dizziness, and at worst, their body will be burst by magical energy, turning them into a blood-colored firework.
In Romania, although most people have been evacuated, there are still some who remain, and these are the individuals involved in the Holy Grail War.
Compared to ordinary people, mages could endure more, but the ultimate result was still becoming a crimson firework.
"emmmm…"
Hearing this, Mu Yang calmly played a pair of 3, then replied, "Elevate it to the level of the late Age of Gods, that is, the period when Artoria Pendragon ruled the British Isles."
The period when Artoria Pendragon ruled the British Isles was known as the "Last Glance of the Age of Gods," the final spark of the Age of Gods.
The concentration of magical energy in the air, while far exceeding the current era, wasn't excessively high, and wouldn't harm ordinary people.
"That's good," the Jewelcraft Sorcerer nodded slightly.
"Besides that?" White Yaksha threw a pair of Aces. "What else are you planning to do?"
"Eh?" Mu Yang looked puzzled.
"Don't pretend. You specifically increased the concentration of magical energy in the air, you must have a certain goal in mind." White Yaksha had spent some time with Mu Yang, so she understood his personality to some extent.
"You really know me." Mu Yang chuckled and said softly, "That's right, I'm increasing the concentration of magical energy in the air to achieve a certain goal."
Seeing Tamamo no Mae discard a pair of twos, Mu Yang waved his hand, indicating he didn't want them. "Since it's the Holy Grail War, naturally there must be a stage that fits the Holy Grail War."
"Phantasmal Species roaming the world, legendary heroes fighting and competing."
"This scene... what do you think?"
White Yaksha, who was also a farmer with Tamamo no Mae, didn't cause trouble, and said softly, "Pass."
Then she answered Mu Yang's question, "Not so good..."
She had seen quite a few heroes, and she wasn't interested in the heroes of other worlds.
"Those heroes..." Mu Yang's tone was wistful, "Many of them are beautiful women~"
White Yaksha's expression immediately became serious, "Is this true?!"
"Would I lie to you!" Mu Yang's expression was equally serious.
As soon as these words were spoken, White Yaksha immediately changed her tune, "The scene you've described is very good, I really want to see a bunch of pretty young ladies fighting... Ah, no, I really want to see heroes from various eras gathering together across time and competing!"
"Is there anything I can help with?" White Yaksha waved her small hand and threw away the playing cards.
White Yaksha's drastic change in attitude stunned the few people who were meeting her for the first time.
Tamamo no Mae blinked a few times, a little surprised but not overly so, after all, she had been summoned and then gotten her master's hands all over her, so she had some understanding of White Yaksha's terrible personality.
Arash was stunned for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.
The Jewelcraft Sorcerer's lips twitched, unsure what to say for a moment.
Mu Yang lowered his head, not answering the White Yaksha's question. Instead, he stared at the playing cards. "White Yaksha, you..."
"You wouldn't have thrown the cards on purpose, knowing you were going to lose, would you?" Mu Yang narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the White Yaksha with suspicion.
"Impossible!" The White Yaksha puffed out her chest, exclaiming loudly, "I, the White Yaksha, am not that kind of person!"
"It's just a game. Losing is losing, winning is winning. I wouldn't resort to such petty tricks."
"I'll take your word for it," Mu Yang didn't dwell on the matter, shifting to the next topic. "If you're going to help, then I'll trouble you to protect me for a while."
"Understood," the White Yaksha agreed without hesitation.
It was noon.
The concentration of magical energy in the air had already risen to a level close to the time of King Arthur.
Mu Yang raised his hand and plunged it into the void.
Humans have memories, and so do planets.
What Mu Yang was doing was to reproduce the planet's memories.
It was like applying a screen protector to a phone, taking a snapshot of the planet's memory from a certain period and turning it into a virtual membrane, then applying it to present-day Romania.
Under Mu Yang's manipulation, Romania didn't transform into a scene from the planet's past, seven or eight hundred years ago. Instead, it just gained a bunch of Phantasmal Species from the past.
"Fortunately, we transferred the ordinary people and shrouded Romania with a barrier, otherwise..." the Jewelcraft Sorcerer said, looking at the distant scene with relief.
Two-legged wyverns soared through the sky, ferocious magical beasts ran across the ground, and Phantasmal Species like Cyclopes roared and fought... It was a scene of primordial chaos.
At the same time, the others in the carriage were also observing their surroundings.
Mu Yang looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, and thought silently to himself.
How strange!
Logically speaking, after all the trouble I've caused, Alaya and Gaia should have sent Servants to deal with me long ago. Why is there still no reaction?
Could they be scared? Probably not... right?
Mu Yang pondered for a while, but came to no conclusion.
I'll observe the situation a little longer. If the Holy Grail War ends and Alaya and Gaia still haven't made a move, I'll pay them a visit.
Focusing his thoughts, Mu Yang's gaze shifted to the playing cards. He gathered them up with a swipe of his hand.
"Another round?"
"Let's try a different game," White Yaksha suggested.
Mu Yang asked, "What do you have in mind?"
White Yaksha pondered for a moment, then produced a set of Chinese checkers. "Let's play Chinese checkers."
"Alright," Mu Yang agreed without objection.
And so, the number of people playing games increased to five.
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