I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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"Mordred, your mother and I are in a cooperative relationship. If you want to see your father, then you'd better shut up."

“Saber, calm down. I think this gentleman will give us an answer.”

Mordred, who had already removed his helmet and lowered his sword, gritted his teeth and walked back to Shizi Jie Li's side. The brief farce ended, and Kenneth looked at Shizi Jie Li again.

"Lion Lord Jie Li, I know everything you want to know, and I can give you anything you want to get, but what can you bring me in return?"

Kenneth's gaze fell on the exposed magic crest of Shishijie Jieli. With this subtle, unintentional movement, Shishijie Jieli's heart suddenly started racing. However, as a bounty hunter, Shishijie Jieli managed to control his expression and didn't reveal any change.

Under Kenneth's eyes, any fluctuation originating from the soul is obvious. Shizi Jie Li's choice has been influenced by Kenneth, and Shizi Jie Li's current state can be described in one sentence: "Rich brother, V me 50 to prove your strength."

Rising up, Kenneth stepped past the wary Mordred and stood before Shishikage Kairi. With a casual flick of his finger, white particles of light fell onto the back of his hand. Immediately afterward, Shishikage Kairi's eyes widened, his sunglasses fell to the ground, and Shishikage Kairi sensed that the curse within the magic crest had been weakened.

Ignoring the ecstatic Shiki-kai Jie Li who was checking the status of the inscription, Kenneth sat back down on the grave under Mordred's puzzled gaze. Only after the emotionally charged Shiki-kai Jie Li had calmed down did Kenneth speak:

"So, Lion's Robbery Realm, what can you, all of you, possibly bring me?"

"You must be up to something, Master. How could someone who's with that woman possibly keep their word? Don't let him fool you!"

At that moment, in Mordred's eyes, Kenneth's body completely overlapped with Morgan's—the same seduction, the same scheming, the same penchant for manipulating people's hearts. With the click of the helmet closing, Mordred raised her guard to its limit. Seeing Mordred's reaction, Kenneth's smile grew even wider.

“Morgan? Yes, she is a twisted witch, but I am human, I am conspiracy, I am a twisted monster. I am different from Morgan. She is a witch, and I am a devil, a devil that has just been unleashed. Mordred, don’t you want to see her again? To ask her the question you’ve always wanted to ask?”

With a clang, the King's Sword fell to the ground. Mordred struggled under Kenneth's whispers. Kenneth could grant this duo's wish to participate in the Holy Grail War, but, as Kenneth said, what was the price? Kenneth would only act according to his heart, casting his gaze on the right person. The other party would offer a price, and Kenneth would repay it. This was a deal of the devil.

"What do you want?" x 2.

Two different people, the same answer. The two people in front of him had already made their choices, and Kenneth dusted off his clothes and stood up.

"I want your loyalty, your loyalty during this Holy Grail War, and my reward is the wishes you entrusted to the Holy Grail. I think that compared to the elusive Holy Grail, I, a demon who has already proven my strength, am more worthy of anticipation."

After a calm voice, the two, lost in thought, made their choice. Compared to the Holy Grail, which might or might not have the power to grant wishes, Kenneth had already demonstrated the ability to fulfill their desires, and that was enough.

Chapter 142 The Nuclear Bomb for Amakusa

His fragmented consciousness returned, and his shaky vision cleared in a daze. His steps remained unchanged as Kenneth continued towards the place where the Smiling Boy was rampaging. Kenneth's plan for Shishikage Kairi was simple: approach Jeanne, lure her into discovering the truth about Amakusa Shirou, and divert Jeanne's attention from him to Amakusa. The threat of the Crimson Saintess was too great; Kenneth truly didn't want to be hit by that kind of idealistic Noble Phantasm.

"Hahaha, very good, again, oppressor, are you ready to accept my love?"

Before he was seen, his voice preceded his arrival. Incited by Shabi, Spartacus saw the Black Faction as the oppressors who oppressed the people of this faction. He rebelled against the perpetrators and sought to help the abused. This was the only remaining rationality of Spartacus under the Berserk EX enhancement. With a mysterious smile, he roared for a loving hug and destroyed everything that tried to stop him like a bulldozer.

"Two on the red side, one is Rider, and the other is Lancer? On the black side, this aura is Chiron, Danic. I must say, as expected of you."

Instead of dealing with Smiling Boy, Kenneth used his Spirit Disc to detect nearby Servants. Just as Kenneth was thinking about how to make a move under Chiron's nose, Sereneke's urging voice sounded particularly jarring.

"Is that the Red Team's Berserker? What a disgusting guy! Aren't you going to make a move?! That guy is about to break through the defense!"

He glanced at Sereneka's distorted face, and it was this glance that caused Sereneka's expression to momentarily falter before returning to normal.

"No rush, let's play around with him first."

A crimson spear flew out from behind Kenneth like a missile, and the spreading fireball turned a forest behind Spartacus into a sea of ​​fire. Two figures emerged from the expanding heatwave: Achilles and the man destined by Kenneth's appointment. Brush, with a hint of resentment in his eyes, signaled Karna to hit harder, and then Kenneth looked at Sereneke, whose face was still twisted with malice.

"Aren't you going to let Rider do it?"

"Tch! Astolfo, let them see the strength of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors."

Under his Master's command, the foolish Astolfo picked up his spear, capable of knocking down anyone he stabbed, and headed towards the brush. To be honest, Kenneth could only say that Astolfo's choice was fate. Astolfo, with A+ luck, is one of the luckiest characters on the moon. His Noble Phantasm has a built-in luck stat, and his intuition, amplified by his "Rationality Evaporation," is capable of turning adversity around in an absurd way. Even Kenneth was planning to use Astolfo as a mascot during raids.

As for the Brush, well, let's not even mention him. This man, who was cursed by the world and kicked a few times, has luck to the point of being a meme. Looking at the silly Astolfo and the serious-looking Diarmuid, Kenneth could already guess how frustrated the Brush would be when he faced off against Astolfo.

As Kenneth predicted, even though Brush completely outclassed Astolfo in every attribute except luck, under the mysterious power, even though Astolfo was in a sorry state, he always managed to dodge Diarmuid's fatal blows in a series of bizarre ways, such as falling flat on his face, sneezing, and biting his tongue. On the other hand, Diarmuid had been hit by Astolfo's wildly swinging lances several times in a row, so much so that Brush now only dared to stand still and deal with Astolfo's somewhat clumsy attacks.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Diarmuid's body was hit by Afu's lance once again. His right leg quickly turned into particles of light and dissipated. The red rose sank into the ground to support his body, which was about to lose its balance. The yellow rose in his left hand flipped and forced Afu, who was attacking, back once again.

"That's outrageous! My name is Astolfo! And why do you keep falling down? This gun's effectiveness is supposed to decrease over time!"

Tilting his head, and asking the most hurtful question in a puzzled tone, the carefree Astolfo inadvertently showed Lucky E what it meant to be favored by the world. Karna had already been dragged into a one-on-one duel by Achilles, and Kenneth turned his attention back to Spartacus, who had broken through the puppet's defenses.

"Go, Assassin, control him, but be careful not to hurt him too much."

As the dense fog spread, Chiron, a kilometer away, lost his target. Even Sereneke, who was in the same area as Kenneth, got lost in the fog. In a vain attempt to search for spirits, Kyoshiko learned one of Hassan's Noble Phantasms, which allowed her to control spirits in the form of fog to transform into various forms to attack her opponents.

"Hahaha, oppressors! Oppressors! Destroy the oppressors with my love!"

The chains formed from the mist ignited Spartacus's instinctive resistance. Beneath his corpse-like skin, his bulging muscles bulged, and the mysterious chains gradually crumbled. With a burst of maniacal laughter, Ai-chan swung her greatsword, and the giant serpent mimicking an elf was severed into several pieces and vanished.

Zabaniya, a boy with a split jaw and a slightly drooping face, emerges from a dense stream of hair from a hazy mist and lets out a satisfied shout as the restraints tighten.

"More! Give me more! O oppressor! You've given me pleasure! I'll repay that pleasure tenfold!"

As a Servant who becomes more spirited the more he is abused, Spartacus transforms his pain into magical energy, which he then unleashes when he is near death. As a berserker, his remaining rationality is only used to resist oppression; he even interprets his Master's commands as oppression and rebels against them with a intensity that can even withstand the decrees of Command Seals. Therefore, for this Servant who is neither easy to fight nor easy to use, Kenneth's method of extracting value from Spartacus is simple: deliver a mobile nuclear bomb to Amakusa.

With her hair about to snap, Kyoko, as an Assassin, was no match for Spartacus, a Berserker, in terms of strength. She gave Chris a look, and the latter, understanding perfectly, appeared in front of Ai-chan, who was about to break free. With her slender arm pulled back, Chris's right fist unleashed a force far exceeding its apparent power, slamming heavily into Spartacus's chin. His feet left the ground, and Spartacus fell backward, his face tilted back.

"Perfect, too perfect! This level of perfection can't harm my body! Oppressor!"

Before Spartacus could even get up, the chains formed by the elves merged with Keishin's hair, binding the roaring Spartacus tightly. Seeing that Ai-chan was about to be strengthened again by pain, Kenneth quickly stepped forward and aimed at Spartacus's eyes. Light emanated from his crimson eyes, and the distance between their souls began to slowly close. Just before the seal was about to be broken, Kenneth spoke.

"Spartacus, greater oppression awaits you! Someone is trying to erase the future of all mankind!"

His body abruptly stopped struggling, and Spartacus stared incredulously at the man before him who exuded an oppressive aura. While they seemed capable of communication, Spartacus's thinking, under his EX-level berserk state, had become fixed on "always choosing the most difficult option." The simplest way to make the other man shift his focus was to offer him an even more difficult choice.

“Go back to where you came from, go find that priest who wants to oppress the planet beneath your feet, turn humanity into emotionless machines, oppress everyone, and make humanity a ghost without a future. Rebel, Spartacus, give all your love to that guy who tries to enslave all mankind.”

Shabi used the excuse of the Thousand World Tree oppressing Romania to incite Ai-chan, and then Kenneth turned the tide with the future of all mankind. Oppression, resistance, enslavement, Kenneth's keywords clearly entered Ai-chan's ears. Under the catalysis of the Magic Eye, the goal that Kenneth set for Spartacus became clearer and clearer.

"Oppression! Enslavement of all mankind! Oh, distant oppressor! I will crush you to pieces with my blade!"

Kenneth has once again pulled off a clever scheme. Spartacus will find Amakusa with his rebellion, and Amakusa's wish will be revealed through Spartacus's words. Given Amakusa's personality, he will not deny it. The team will fall into chaos, morale will drop, and Jeanne will also learn about all this under the inducement of Shishikatsu Kairi. The focus will be shifted, and the red side will become the target of everyone's attacks. Kenneth can then obtain everything he wants in the chaos.

Signaling to Kyoko to withdraw her Noble Phantasm, Kenneth rubbed his throbbing eyes and took two steps back. Having found a new target to rebel against, Spartacus, laughing maniacally, ran towards the church like a child weighing hundreds of kilograms. Watching the Smiling Boy leave, with the thick fog still lingering, Kenneth turned his gaze back to the somewhat comical battlefield.

The update will be a little late today.

The midday update might be a little late. I was caught by my teacher while I was slacking off in the office writing, ugh... I'm taking a double hit to my body and mind. My teacher thinks I have a lot of free time, so he assigned me a few more pictures. Ugh.

Just finished being teased. A pack of cigarettes, a cup of tea, and a drawing I've been revising all night. What kind of work is this if I don't slack off? Things are getting tense, so I'm off to create surplus value for the capitalists. I can only write during my lunch break. Oh my god, I want to escape this planet!

Chapter 143 Exit and Unexpected Events

The tremors on the ground gradually subsided, and Ai-chan's maniacal laughter faded into the distance as the startled birds took flight. Under the influence of the Mystic Eye, Kenneth's seduction was deeply etched into Spartacus's already limited judgment. Nuclear missiles were being deployed, and Kenneth was now preparing the necessary fuel for the Holy Grail's descent.

"Hey~ why don't you kill that ugly thing? It's just a bunch of bugs. Are you trying to control them to fight me?"

It has to be said that Ayaka Sajou is like a ghost, always able to unexpectedly appear anywhere near Kenneth. This time, Ayaka Sajou emerged from Kenneth's chest like an alien, her illusory hands holding Kenneth's head, her delicate face revealing an indescribable sense of distortion, and behind her azure eyes was a deep malice that regarded all living beings as toys.

click-

Despite the absence of a physical body, Ayaka Sajou's tilted head emitted the sound of bones breaking. The neck twisted at a ninety-degree angle, coupled with the corner of her mouth split open to her ears, sent a chill down Kenneth's spine.

"Useless, useless, you are mine, you can't escape, your body, your soul, everything about you is mine! You who can distort fate, what do you taste like~ Ah~ Ah~~"

"Stupid!"

Simple foul language, ultimate enjoyment. Several days later, Kenneth also deciphered the form of existence of Sajou Aika in front of him. With the spirit of the outside interfering with the world, the illusory projection exists in the gap between the inside and outside of the world. Illusory firelight ignites in her hand. Kenneth's eyes caught the string that connects to the outside through the gap.

Before Ayaka Sajou could even speak, Kenneth's hand conjured up a phantom head, and the flames that purified evil spirits ignited. In an instant, Ayaka Sajou's phantom was swallowed up by the equally illusory light.

"You can't escape, I..."

With a wave of his hand, the phantom of Ayaka Sajou vanished like a bubble, showing no intention of communicating with this twisted creature. The thick fog completely dissipated, and Kenneth strode toward Dimuludo, who was being held in place by Afu.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, Spartacus was already gone, and he didn't need to worry about Achilles's speed. Seeing Kenneth approaching, Diarmuid considered retreating. Looking at his still-recovering left leg, knowing he would fall if he moved, the brush decided to go all out. With a single spear thrust, he sent the pink-haired figure flying. In a tumble, Red Rose and Yellow Rose disappeared into the ground, while his remaining right leg detached from the earth. Supported by his Noble Phantasm cane, Diarmuid activated his Noble Phantasm at an absurdly fast but surprisingly quick speed.

"Hehe~ Now you know how powerful I am! Yeah, Astolfo's great victory!"

Faced with this pink-haired girl who is always being cute, Kenneth has already started to consider getting Alfred a cheerleading outfit. Meanwhile, beside Kenneth, the madman who was arranged by Kenneth quietly disappeared without anyone noticing.

Reality is often disappointing. Astolfo's lance effect severely limited Diarmuid's prized agility. Amidst the clash of magical spears, Diarmuid could only trudge awkwardly across the uneven mountain terrain. The rustling of his body against the grass and trees filled the air as a thick, sticky fog obscured his path. Yellow Rose paused, and Diarmuid's body instantly stopped spinning from its inertia, while Red Rose swept across, turning the giant serpent emerging from the fog into mist.

"Black's Assassin?"

The fog was silent, and the feeling of being the center of attention made Diarmuid's sense of crisis as a warrior surge wildly. His spirit-like left foot returned to normal, but at this moment Diarmuid was already surrounded.

“My God did not permit it, nor has my God ever possessed it. Those who seize falsehoods are heretics!”

With a voice from an unknown direction, the surrounding mist began to tremble. Humanoid and beast-like creatures tore through the thick fog and lunged at Diarmuid. Diarmuid's figure moved through the boundless mist, unleashing his martial arts skills honed in his body. The roaring beasts exploded into wisps of still-wriggling mist at the tip of Red Rose's spear.

Amidst the fluttering strands of hair, Diarmuid's eyes darted rapidly. The dagger, hurtling towards him, pierced a nearby tree trunk with a tremor. Having severed the strands of hair that had transformed into blades, Diarmuid raised his guard to its absolute limit. In this fog where visibility was barely a few meters, sight itself was a distraction. He closed his eyes, stepped back with his right foot, and held his twin pistols horizontally at his sides. The warrior surrendered his body to his ears, his lowered form poised to strike.

A gentle breeze blew by, but the thick fog showed no sign of dissipating, ignoring the rustling of leaves and the swaying of grass and trees... With each rhythmic breath, Dilumu took in the surrounding mountains and forests into his mind.

"Pierce through! Red rose that vanquishes demons! Yellow rose that will surely perish!"

clatter...

The faintest sound, as delicate as a pin drop, stirred Diarmuid's faltering mind, and his eyes snapped open. His long-awaited right arm rose, the crimson magic spear, thick with blood-like magic, tearing through the fog and piercing the figure in mid-air. His leg muscles bulged, the ground caved in, and with the immense force of the recoil, Diarmuid appeared as a blur before Assassin, pinned to the tree.

"Experience my special skills, Assassin."

The inescapable yellow rose swept across, blood splattering everywhere, and the Assassin before him completely ceased his struggle.

*Splash!*

The demonic spear was pulled out, and the corpse, losing its support, crashed to the ground. He flicked the blood from the spear tip, and in the instant he turned around, Diarmuid's eyes suddenly narrowed. The thick fog had not dissipated.

"Delusional heart sounds"

In the instant Diarmuid relaxed his guard, the Berserker's voice remained flat as the demon's fingers slashed across his breastplate. His heart pounded in his twisted palm, his fingers clenched, and the mirrored heart shattered. The next second, the heart within Diarmuid's chest was crushed. Blood spilled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. His twin pistols, embedded in the ground, propped up his swaying body. In the last second before losing consciousness, Diarmuid saw the Berserker emerge from the thick fog.

"Is that the end..."

His body dissipated into spiritual particles, carrying the regret of not being able to serve. The first person to leave this Holy Grail War appeared. After confirming Diarmuid's departure, Kyoko, who was always ready to finish him off, also removed the mist and left the scene.

In her "Fantasy Recollection," the Noble Phantasm that Kyoko learned from Smoky Hassan, mixed with the smoke in the fog, confused the tense Diarmuid. With this Noble Phantasm only usable for a few seconds, Diarmuid exposed a fatal flaw. Similarly, the Noble Phantasm that Kyoko learned from the scriptures also had a flaw: "Delusional Heartbeat" required a double check of magic power and luck to hit its target. Under this double disadvantage, Diarmuid's heart was in Kyoko's grasp.

On the other side of the forest, the light representing Diarmuid on the spirit disk went out, and Kenneth looked at Achilles, who had reappeared, without changing his expression. His skin, charred black from beneath his shattered breastplate, was stained red with blood. As he stared at Karna, whose breathing was only slightly rapid, Achilles' eyes ignited with a fire of battle intent.

"As expected of the man Archer can't forget, along with the teacher and Hercules, the blood is boiling in this Holy Grail War!"

Achilles turned his gaze toward Chiron's location and revealed a maniacal smile, his teeth bared. Achilles beckoned to Chiron provocatively; the heroes of Greece were never afraid of war.

"Rider, retreat! Lancer has already left the field!"

"Don't skip my Master's orders! Assassin!"

Without giving Semiramis any face, Achilles drew his meteor spear and, his blood boiling, pointed it directly at Chiron, who had transformed into a centaur.

"In the name of the Command Spell, Achilles, return to the church."

An unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind through the contract. The next second, Achilles, who had been in a daze, suddenly disappeared from the encirclement. After realizing that the other party had used a Command Spell, Kenneth's eyes flashed and he turned to leave the forest.

"Master, that android has escaped."

Avisbro's voice echoed in Kenneth's mind through the connection. Without changing his expression, Kenneth continued to move towards the World Tree.

"That android woke up and broke the culture dish while I was inspecting the factory, so it escaped. Saber and his Master have already given chase. Just now, Saber's contact was lost."

Kenneth took out the spirit disc, and the light representing Siegfried had dimmed. Having already guessed what was going on, Kenneth closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, then opened them with some surprise.

"It's alright, we can just find a new core, don't worry about that android."

With Kenneth's involvement, Sieg, as a homunculus, possessed physical abilities far exceeding those in the original story. After witnessing the deaths of those homunculus, Sieg, awakened by fear, smashed the petri dish and escaped from the Yggdrasil's castle. Noticing Sieg's difference, Gold, the creator of the Yggdrasil's homunculus and believing that his magic had achieved a breakthrough, volunteered to arrest Sieg.

In his aimless escape, Siegfried encountered Spartacus, who had been manipulated by Kenneth. The warrior against oppression stood before the weak, using his deformed body to block the dragon-slaying hero. His heart was removed by Gordes, and the homunculus's will to live, just like in the original story, stirred Siegfried's memories, leading to some heartfelt words before a liberated Siegfried departed. Now, Siegfried, inheriting the name of Siegfried, is following that warrior against oppression towards the Red Team's location.

"That's true. Oh well, it's just Zieg. What kind of performance can someone who's strayed from fate give me?"

Ignoring Sieg's escape, Kenneth, as Sieg's alter ego, had dozens of ways to control him. Since Sieg had inherited Siegfried's power, Kenneth wouldn't stop until he had squeezed every last drop of value out of him. Putting aside everything else, Kenneth was absolutely going to hand over Bashy to the Dragon Slayer Sword. Moreover, Kenneth was very curious about what kind of philosopher Sieg would become under Spartacus's guidance.

Back at the Thousand World Tree, night had already fallen. Kenneth sat with his legs crossed in an unfamiliar room, while Astolfo's Master, Sereneka, stood respectfully opposite him.

"Tell me, what is your chieftain Danic plotting this time?"

During the day, with just a glance, Kenneth had already altered the soul of the magician before him, skipping the invitation and beheading and directly taking him as a dog. Kenneth was already planning to speed up the process of controlling these magicians of the Thousand World Tree.

"The clan leader was very angry after Saber's death. Caster's Noble Phantasm requires a furnace core, and the clan leader intends to have you, Master, serve as the furnace core."

"Ha, so that's how it is."

Kenneth was scheming against Danick, and Danick was naturally scheming against Kenneth as well, paying no attention to the other's petty thoughts. The Joker was always the Joker, and Kenneth was willing to play along. Kenneth wanted to plunder everything from the Black Party, to bring that innocent monster under his control, and to make that self-righteous Danick embrace hope only to fall into despair.

Chapter 144 The Standoff Between Saints

In the forests of Romania, the homunculus who inherited Siegfried's name closely follows Spartacus, who wants to tear Amakusa apart to save humanity.

"Spartacus, why...why did you save me?"

"Hahaha, nothing gives me more pleasure than being a shield for the weak. We are all equal. Come and join me in rescuing the oppressed!"