Summoning a Servant required a Holy Relic, not the Saint Quartz that the Archmage had assumed. Baiyi was new to this world, so he did not have any Saint Quartz with him. Just as Baiyi was beginning to feel troubled, the Archmage said nonchalantly, "Holy Relics are not something that can be easily obtained, right? Didn't you prepare a lot of Holy Relics back when you were still on Earth? "
"Huh?" Baiyi did not understand what the Archmage meant.
"Didn't you prepare figurines, paintings, notebooks, and tabletop cards to be used as Holy Relics? Although it seems like I spent a month's salary, I still couldn't summon it successfully … Sigh, my poor student. Although you've learned a lot of things from me, the only thing you haven't learned is my luck … "The Magician said in a regretful tone.
'Who gave you the confidence to think that you're so good at luck?!' Baiyi was speechless. "Forget it, forget it. I'll go look for some Holy Relics first …" With that, he leaped down from the top of the bridge.
While Baiyi was fretting over the Holy Relics, the other families who had been paying close attention to the situation were also fretting over the sudden appearance of an outsider. Although they had tried many times to track his whereabouts, they had all failed. The mysterious Magician seemed to be able to turn invisible, easily escaping the detection of the few Masters. This made the elegant man in the red suit feel very troubled.
"What is this guy doing here? He can't be a Servant, can he? But didn't we already summon the Hitman, who is an expert in stealth? "
"Now, the key is his purpose. Why is he here? The Watcher of the Clock Tower of Time? Or one of the Masters who was late? "The Priest beside him muttered to himself in confusion.
"If it's the Masters, don't we already have seven of them? Or … is he planning to get rid of one of us? Replace him? " The elegant man hurriedly asked. He spread out the information of several masters on the table, but the yellow-haired perverted middle-aged man whose head had just been crushed was not among them. Both of them focused their attention on the man who worked overtime with a bitter face, as if he owed someone a lot of money.
"If he wants to do that, the best target is this person. He's a teaching assistant from the Clock Tower of Time. He came to participate in the Battle of the Holy Grail without telling his sect master. His magic skills are terrible, and he didn't even make full preparations. After he arrived, he slept in a house every day, as if he would never wake up. If it were me, I would also target him." The elegant man muttered and hurriedly said to the priest, "Let the Hitman wait for him nearby. He will definitely go there!"
His deduction was not wrong. Baiyi was indeed planning to snatch the Holy Relic from someone, and his best target was indeed that resentful man who worked overtime. It was too easy to guess. Halfway through his journey, he suddenly ran into an inexplicable fog. The pedestrians and cars around him had all disappeared. It was as if the surrounding area had turned into a ghost town.
"Eh? What's this? " Baiyi asked as he strolled through the fog. Then, he reached his hand into the fog and pulled something out. It was a scantily clad little girl with a scar on her face.
"Ugh … Let me go! I'll dismember you! "The little girl screamed fiercely.
The strange little girl was lifted into the air like a kitten, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws at Baiyi. She had two small daggers in her hands, and she swung them at Baiyi with all her might, but she could not hurt him at all.
"Why did I pick up this thing?!" Baiyi said, speechless. He grabbed the little girl's hand and swung it violently, causing her to shriek in fear. Baiyi ignored her and continued swinging her hand until her eyes turned into mosquito coils and she fainted. Then, Baiyi cast a binding spell on her and held her in his hand as he continued his journey towards his target.
Meanwhile, in a mansion far away, the priest said in shock, "My Hitman was …"
"Killed? Didn't I tell you not to act rashly and only to gather information? "The elegant, middle-aged man asked impatiently.
The priest shook his head and replied, "No. She was captured alive …"
The two men looked as if they had just seen a ghost. Even though the Hitman's overall attributes were slightly weaker than the Hitman's, and the one summoned by the priest was extremely weak, that was only when compared to other Servants. No matter how weak she was, she was still a genuine Servant. How could a mere human fight her?
Not to mention capturing her alive. Servants were spirits, after all. Unless a special spell was used to forcibly control them, there was no way they could capture them alive. However, from the feedback of the priest, this was the truth. His servant only had time to tell the priest that she had been caught, and then the connection was completely broken, and the magic supply was forcibly cut off. However, the command incantation was still there, which meant that she was not dead. But it was useless to waste two command incantations to call her back. It was as if she had been forcibly taken away by some kind of violent means.
This discovery caused the two of them to feel a chill run down their spines. What exactly was this fellow who had suddenly barged into the battle? How could he use these unheard-of methods? For a moment, both of them had no idea what to do. They had lost an Hitman inexplicably, and the situation was already very passive …
"No, I must summon the Servant immediately. Although now may not be the best time, I can't wait that long!" The elegant, middle-aged man said decisively and walked to the summoning circle that had already been set up. He held up the ancient holy relic that had been prepared in advance and chanted a spell.
When he finished chanting the spell, countless dazzling white lights suddenly poured into the summoning circle. Finally, the light dissipated, revealing the ancient figure inside.
"We've won! Qili, we've won this war! Even if we lost the Hitman in advance, as long as we summon this mythical spirit, the victory of the war will eventually belong to us! "The elegant, middle-aged man looked at the figure in the summoning circle and said confidently.
At this time, Baiyi, who was far away on the other side of the city, felt some magic fluctuations. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the fluctuations. He muttered in a low voice, "What is this? Practicing some magic? The magicians in this world are quite diligent, huh? Practicing magic this late at night? "After lamenting, Baiyi carried the little captive and hurried on his way.
However, it was somewhat boring to walk alone at night. As he thought about it, he brought the little girl in front of him and took a closer look. It was actually a very cute little Lolita? Thus, Baiyi reached out and poked the little girl's soft cheeks.
The little loli Hitman woke up immediately and bit his finger. Her teeth clenched painfully, and tears began to fall from her eyes. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Baiyi quickly extended the Binding Mana Rope and swung it around like a meteor hammer. After a while, the little loli fainted, and everything returned to normal.
"That's a good girl!" Baiyi said as he continued to play with the little loli's cheeks and continued on his way.
When Baiyi found the house where the man was hiding, he pushed open the door and walked into the room. The man was fast asleep, and he looked like he was in deep sleep. Baiyi did not hesitate to rummage through the man's luggage as if he was in his own house.
But it didn't take long for him to feel that he was trapped by something like a barrier. The overtime man had already woken up and was glaring at him. He ordered, "Tell me who you are and why you are here, and then put down the little girl in your hand!"
Baiyi did not say anything. Instead, he disappeared from where he stood. Before the man could react, Baiyi had delivered a chop to the back of his neck. Then, he strode back to the barrier and rummaged through it for any possible Holy Relics that might be there.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. "Damn it! That hurts! You bastard! How could you ignore my Eight Formations of the Stone Soldiers?!"
'Huh? Did I fail? ' Baiyi was a little puzzled, so he used the same trick again with a Flash.
"Ouch! You bastard! Don't you dare knock me out like that! "The overtime man cried out in pain.
'Huh? Something's not right. 'Baiyi turned around and looked at the overtime man, who was clutching his neck tightly. He scanned him with his psychic energy and said, "You're not human, are you? No wonder I couldn't knock you out … But, as a Mimic Servant, why are you here? Oh, I get it. You came back from the future to stop this war, right? What should I call you? Teacher Kongming? "
The overtime man's face was as if he had seen a ghost. Baiyi had only glanced at him briefly, and he had already seen through his identity and purpose. He knew the real name of the heroic spirit that had possessed him, and he even knew about time travel. 'Who the hell is this guy who looks like a passerby? How can he do all these unimaginable things? '
The overtime man's face was ashen. He did not dare to fight back. Baiyi had only tried to physically stun him with his hands, and even the Eight Formations of the Stone Soldiers, which he was so proud of, was useless against him. The difference in power was too terrifying. 'Could it be that he's the villain who wants to destroy humanity?
But what does Baiyi's return from time travel to correct history have anything to do with this guy's destruction of humanity? ' The overtime man could not figure it out, so he asked in a low voice, "Who … Who are you? How do you know who I am? "
"Do you know how much money I spent to draw you?" Baiyi muttered. Finally, he pulled out an item wrapped in an old cloth from the overtime man's suitcase. He did not know what it was, but it was probably a Holy Relic or something. Perhaps he wanted to use it to summon a helper? After all, without the help of the Chaos Fiend, Baiyi would not have been able to deal with so many Servants on his own. Therefore, it was reasonable for him to use a Holy Relic from the Clock Tower to summon a heroic spirit. However, Baiyi had taken advantage of the situation.
However, since he was able to see the character that he used the most in the game, Baiyi's interest was immediately piqued. He said, "The heavens change, and the artifacts change. Only those who are virtuous will get what they deserve. This is the law of nature. How can the fluorescent light of your rotten grass compare to the bright moon in the sky? If you turn your back on me, remove your armor, and surrender with courtesy, you will not lose your title as a Marquis. Peace will be restored, and the people will be happy. Isn't that perfect? "Baiyi spread his hands, signaling for the overtime man to surrender.
The overtime man was dumbfounded. He could understand Mandarin, and he had a general idea of what Baiyi was trying to say, but he had no idea why Baiyi was telling him all this.
"Alright, alright. What I'm trying to say is, go do whatever you need to do. Go home and work overtime. Be a good crutch and a good charger, and help more heroes ascend to the heavens," Bai Situ said in a more direct way.
The overtime man was speechless. He did not want to give up, but the power that Baiyi had displayed far exceeded his own. There was no way he could resist.
"Alright, go in peace. You don't have to worry about your mission. This war will end in a satisfactory way. Your useless Sect Master will be fine, and he won't be cuckolded. You can go in peace. You're about to retire from the environment. Take advantage of the fact that a certain Flower Demon hasn't fully transformed into a flower demon yet! Come to think of it, there's only a few days left … "Baiyi waved his hand impatiently, sending the overtime man away as if he was a child.
"Oh, right. When you go back, remember to train your abilities. Mr. Kong Ming is a genius. You won't even be able to unleash a thousandth of his power. That's why the Flower Spirit can do whatever it wants. Alright, go. Remember what I told you."
The overtime man's body gradually turned into specks of starlight. His face was still filled with reluctance. Before he disappeared, he asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Green Crutch," Baiyi replied casually, picked up the little loli, and walked away.
After he left, Baiyi found a villa that looked nice. It had all kinds of facilities and game consoles. He barged in and used psychic hypnosis to control a middle-aged couple, helping them repair their broken relationship. Satisfied, the couple decided to go on a honeymoon, leaving the villa for Baiyi to stay in. They also left behind a few credit cards and cash.
Baiyi tossed the loli assassin aside and went to look for the game consoles that he had not seen for thousands of years. When he saw them, he was so angry that he smashed them all into a pile of broken parts. He cursed under his breath, "F * cking Ren Tutu!"
Since there were no more games to play, he could only play with the little loli. He dragged her out from a corner of the house and untied her. As soon as the restraints were gone, the little loli woke up and tried to pounce on him. Baiyi took out his feather duster.
A few moments later, the little loli, who finally understood the difference in power between her and the Soul Armature, sat down in front of Baiyi. She looked like she had been wronged, but she did not dare to act rashly anymore.
"I'm going to buy you some oranges. Stay here, and don't go anywhere," Baiyi ordered. He left the villa and went to buy a new game console.
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