At the same time, London.
This is the center of Western magic, the headquarters of the Magus Association organization, and the location of the Clock Tower.
Centered on a building resembling Big Ben, as many as a dozen academic building complexes were scattered around the surrounding blocks.
In the part below the ground, there were even a large number of magic workshops, magical book libraries, and the large-scale labyrinth magical boundary “Spirit Tomb Albion”.
Countless foreign magi flocked here, regarding this as the highest institution of learning in the magical world, and even ninety percent of magi of Western European origin would choose to study at the Clock Tower without hesitation.
It can be described as the “lighthouse” of the Western magical world.
“——The teaching atmosphere here is still as unchanging as ever, the ‘center of the magical world’?”
“Hehehe, only idiot magi attracted by your promotional slogans would believe such strange rhetoric.”
The Western-dressed woman with orange-red hair tied in a single ponytail carried a suitcase and yawned lazily.
“Even if you just take a look at places like the North Sea, Egypt, and Shenzhou, you wouldn’t cultivate such an irremediably arrogant posture.”
Walking with her in the corridor was a trench coat-wearing young man with long black hair and a tired face, Waver Velvet.
“…If possible, please restrain your words in public a bit for the sake of my status as a Lord, Lady Aozaki.”
He led the former into a dim office and fished a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer.
“Lord El-Melloi personally hands me a cigarette? Then I really have to give this face.”
Aozaki Touko smiled, snapped her fingers, and a flame leaped out, igniting the front end of the cigarette.
“If you want to use the full title, please add ‘II’, thank you.”
For a time, the two smokers chatted away while puffing clouds of smoke.
“I didn’t expect that the famous grand magus would also want to participate in the Holy Grail War in America, and even publicize it.”
Waver twisted the cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke cloud saying.
“At a time when the Holy Grail War has already opened for two days, you still have the confidence to become a master and summon a Servant? Even if you have that convenient travel ritual to arrive there in time, it might not be in time.”
“Lord, why beat around the bush like this?”
Touko took off the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and instantly it was as if her personality state had switched, her entire temperament becoming cold and serious:
“Ever since the ‘Odin’ incident occurred, the battle situation of the Holy Grail War has stagnated, and individual masters are also watching the situation from the sidelines, aren’t they?”
“You have already had channels to learn about this point long ago, right?”
Put it this way, even the “Spirit Tomb Albion” underground of the Clock Tower, a magical boundary transformed from the remains of the primordial dragon, has an internal environment that only approximates the Age of Gods.
Even so, it attracts countless people to venture in year after year, intending to unearth precious magic materials.
As long as you come out alive and casually sell a couple of items, the wealth you obtain will be more than what an ordinary person could spend in a lifetime.
And judging from the images flowing out from Snowfield City, elements like ‘Odin’s figure’ and ‘immensely powerful Primal Runes’ seemed to guide the situation to ‘Snowfield City being linked to an undiscovered Age of Gods magical boundary’.
Although there is no shortage of suspicion and imagination among them, the number of people willing to take risks with a gambler’s mindset is definitely not small.
“Alas, indeed, though I really don’t want to admit it, these intelligence channels unexpectedly include one of my mischievous students (Flat).”
Waver rubbed his aching temples, and his finger pointed at the side door of the room on the side, “Lord Langell, you can come over too.”
As the words fell, the side door swirled open, and a suspicious figure wrapped in a black robe all over walked out.
Touko only needed one glance to notice the joint incoordination when manipulating puppets, “Crude product…”
This Langell did not come in person, but remotely operated a puppet that she considered to be garbage in her eyes.
“Hehehe, although there are slightly decent works, in front of the grand puppeteer, my meager tricks are nothing at all.”
Langell dryly chuckled a few times, “All of this is thanks to my former disciple, no, should I say the spy of the America department, Fadius Dioran, and his backstabbing behavior.”
Touko took a puff of smoke:
“So America’s… state apparatus actually forcefully goes against you in the Clock Tower? Hehehe, this kind of young country… should we say ‘newborn calves are not afraid of tigers’?”
“That is why it is even more worrying.”
Waver frowned deeply, “America does not have a long-inherited magus lineage, and they lack a systematic understanding of the extraordinary of the Age of Gods. Sometimes, this overly spirited confidence will also bring about unexpected evil results.”
“Could the Lord remain indifferent? I’m afraid the students in your ‘classroom’ have already set off long ago.”
“Nothing can be hidden from you, Lady Aozaki, so one of the goals of this trip is to trouble you to take care of my unpromising students.”
“As for the second commission, it does not conflict with your purpose, Aozaki — I worry that those people in America are still trying to control the Holy Grail War, yet realize it has long been out of control, this comes from Langell’s intelligence…”
What no one knows is that the remedial plan of Waver and others is doomed to fail.
Because during the time of deliberation, the situation they feared most and could not be saved had already occurred.
…
Outside Snowfield City.
Covered in golden armor, Gilgamesh looked displeased.
Just a short while ago, the top-grade suite of Crystal Hill where he lived was almost blown up by someone using a magical bow and arrow across 20 kilometers, and the master almost suffered heavily, the intention of provocation being completely obvious.
He took his master Tine to ride the ‘vimana’, flying to a steep mountainous area where crimson rock walls could be seen everywhere, and finally found the target — a black archer wrapped in a lion skin cloak, and engaged in a fierce conflict with him.
“…Filthy creature who shoots arrows at children, prepare to die.”
Golden spatial fluctuations rippled, and numerous gorgeous Noble Phantasms shot out from it, sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, hammers, all kinds of them with decent power, forming a dense barrage to carpet-bomb the archer’s position.
The radiance burst suddenly, and the terrifying energy impact blew away the airflow, even temporarily forming a huge tornado.
But after the wind and smoke cleared, the black Archer still stood in place unscathed.
The black Archer — Alcides spoke, “Golden King, you are too weak as a warrior, can you only throw weapons blindly like this?”
Gilgamesh was about to speak, but suddenly frowned and looked toward the sky.
An abnormality occurred.
Astonishing massive amounts of white thunder galloped in mid-air, bursting with roars.
Two figures shuttled among them, having a terrifyingly powerful collision.
Tine widened her eyes, her mood turbulent for a moment, “That, could that be the one from that night—”
There is actually a sequel?
That unknown warrior is actually still fighting with Odin, could they have fought fiercely for days and nights?
Is such a mythic battle something you can watch for free without paying money?
“Powerful brave hero who defies gods…” Alcides held his bow and pondered, as if resonating internally with the matter of fighting gods.
“Wait, no—”
Gilgamesh’s expression suddenly turned ugly.
It’s different from the “movie viewing” of the previous night!
Those oncoming Age of Gods auras…
The aftermath of the battle between the two sides is real, and the mighty divine thunder is plunging straight down toward the valley where they are located!