Chapter 474

She simply said to the Demon King in her heart, "Leave quickly. This is a woman who will destroy you once you get involved. She will do you no good whatsoever."

"Wow!"

Seeing the change in Alice's hair color, Liddell was surprised. "Terrible! How stupid! We finally meet, and you've even Dyeing your hair? Are you crazy? What's so good about white? People would think you're some old lady! You Fairy-Tale Girl!"

"Liddell, you're still thinking straight. Alice was worried that she hit you on the head too much, which caused this bad consequence."

Silver -Alice seemed to ignore Liddell, "But they sell Orange-flavored Sponge Cake, Raspberry fruit tarts, and special Apple Pie here. Just choose what you like. If you don't know what to choose, you can eat them all."

"... ha?"

Liddell glanced at the silver-haired girl with Alice, then sighed in disbelief, "Fairy-Tale Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm Witch can now handle interpersonal relationships at a professional level, you know."

Could you please, Demon King, refrain from saying such things through my body?

I was just saying it for you; Liddell is your friend, and that's exactly what you think.

In response to the Demon King's answer, Alice did not deny that she had indeed thought about celebrating Liddell's Birthday when they met again in the past ten years, but she would never say those words that sounded like coquetry.

However, Liddell looked directly into the silver- Alice eyes, and then hugged her tightly.

"Ahhh, Fairy-Tale Girl, I'm actually a little happy about your drastic change in attitude, but are you going to die? Just say you're going to die, otherwise I really can't get used to this kind of attitude from Fairy-Tale Girl. But don't worry, even if you're going to die, I won't give you back the Ploy I forcibly bought!"

Future Japan, young Alice didn't have the habit of naming her PLOYs. She would Numbering them each day based on her mood. Once, Liddell borrowed a PLOY from Alice to please her parents, but instead borrowed a perfume that would make people curse all day long if they wore it. To prevent her from borrowing the wrong one again, Alice named all the PLOYs.

"... Ha. Although I've said more than once that this isn't a problem that money can solve, it's clear that you're refusing to pay me back no matter what I say."

"Ah, this is exactly the tone I know from the Fairy-Tale Girl."

Liddell adjusted her sunglasses smugly. "Here we go again, Shyness Alice n't you? Saying things like 'I won't give it to you if it's only for money' and keeping driving up the price."

It's just my imagination; I almost forgot, there's no way I would have said something like that.

As Novia listened to Alice's heartfelt rebuttal, she continued the conversation with Liddell, "Speaking of which, isn't it a bit inappropriate for idols not to meet in person?"

"Tsk, fake Fairy-Tale Girl are really annoying. It's simple, the real me should have taken the stage halfway through, but I chose to go on strike because 'the lunch I ate was too bland,' and besides, the music doesn't really matter to me. Fans are just things that sustain my Od. And quite a few people have cut their wrists after Concert because they feel empty. Even though I was the center of attention, nobody saw the real me."

In an instant, Liddell's aura changed.

"And Fairy-Tale Girl, you're so stupid! You actually let yourself be possessed by the Ploy you created."

Liddell, who was once the Lord of the Clock Tower and had a connection with the First Magic, was naturally able to notice the issue of the silver hair with Alice, but she simply assumed it was due to some kind of Ploy.

"That's really funny."

It was so real that Liddell burst out laughing.

At that reaction, Alice's temples throbbed slightly, and her hair turned back to black.

"Not Ploy..."

Alice didn't feign Wrath; she simply gazed at her childhood friend, raising the back of her left hand, "He is my Servant."

Alice answered with utmost natural seriousness, while Liddell was so surprised that she couldn't help but take off her sunglasses.

Aoko Aozaki was serious because it was a fact, and something she accepted; while Liddell sensed that Alice's seriousness was more like an awkwardness she didn't understand... just like with this Servant.

That Fairy-Tale Girl, could it be...?

Although she had some doubts, Liddell felt that this development seemed alright; after all, if someone wasn't human, they shouldn't turn out like that...

Just as she opened her mouth to speak--

Just then, something strange happened in the live Concert broadcast. The camera was showing Liddell holding the microphone high and singing, and strange screams from the Gallery echoed throughout the venue. The two of them turned their attention to the screen, and what they saw was truly astonishing.

Although he was still a long way from the stage, the audience member sitting in the Number One seat, as Servant, drew the Sword from his waist.

The next second, he jumped onto the stage and plunged his sword deep into Liddell's abdomen, then swung it horizontally with great force.

A vortex of fear swept through the entire Concert, like a tsunami approaching land, starting silently and later evolving into a colossal wave that engulfed everything.

Most of the audience were surprised and reacted in different ways, while some audience members took this behavior as a singer's performance and became increasingly excited.

However, immediately afterward, the Servant's Spirit Core was flipped open from the inside out, revealing a Servant wearing Servant African-patterned Cloak covered in Command Spell stolen from others.

Severed wrists, ankles, and even removed collarbones, and even dried human heads with their mouths sewn shut, were found on the more recent limbs, which featured the Command Spell unique to the Marseille Mosaic City.

Novia naturally recognized who this was; it was Servant from the original Fr work as well.

The supreme deity of the Congo Vili people, the mother of all living beings, and the great princess Nzambi.

Chapter 492 The God of Africa.

"..."

Liddell, seeing herself killed on stage, didn't know what to say.

Since Alice and the Demon King had already left the Gallery and only witnessed the tragedy through the broadcast, they could, to some extent, view the accident from an objective perspective. Those in the Gallery, however, would likely be easily influenced by the subconscious reactions of those around them.

"Let's calm down, Liddell —if nothing unexpected happens, someone has already notified the guards, and evacuation should begin soon. London's City defenses shouldn't be any worse than Akihabara's."

"Seek refuge? But..."

In the broadcast footage, many Servant in the Gallery also went out of control, and those Servant tried to rush to their Master's side to protect him but were too late were also killed in the next second. Several years later, a chaotic battle similar to the Holy Grail War broke out in the New Era.

"I'm going to pick someone up next, Liddell, take care of yourself."

Alice gasped, then turned and walked against the flow of people toward the Concert.

"Demon King, can you distinguish Servant and ordinary citizens?"

I know it better than anyone else.

"Very well, then please possess me and annihilate all the hostile Servant. The guards on site and I alone are not enough to handle this."

Alice's thinking was reasonable. After all, Sherlock Holmes had just died that morning, and most of the police force was focused on this case, so they definitely couldn't arrive in time. That's why she made that request.

"Hopefully it can be done in time."

Alice sighed.

The unexpected event wasn't unacceptable; her biggest worry was for Erice and the others at the Concert. If something happened to them, it would make Alice feel extremely regretful and remorseful. If the Demon King hadn't been with her but had stayed near Erice, they would most likely be safe.

Although Alice was somewhat pleased with the Demon King's actions, she felt guilty for causing Erice to fall into a predicament.

Below the ramp leading to the Gallery, a group of spectators were pulling at each other.

A man grabbed a citizen and squeezed him until the man bled profusely.

Although the man was dressed in modern clothes, he was actually a Servant. Moreover, the casual clothes he had created with Od had now disintegrated, revealing his original Middle Ages- style attire.

The Armed Guards who arrived at the scene pulled the man away and dragged him to the ground. They then fired continuously with Bullpup Assault Rifle. The Servant was relatively weak, and even humans could resist, but the bullets, which had been modified with Cursecraft, all passed through the man's body, bounced off the floor, and could not cause him any effective damage.

Despite being shot, the man immediately stood up and lunged at other nearby civilians.

A female citizen beside the man was in a semi-hysterical state, trying to use her Command Spell, but even when the woman ordered her to stop, her Servant showed no intention of stopping and did not obey the command to turn into a spirit.

Fortunately, in the morning, the detective Irene gave Alice and the others at the scene of Sherlock Holmes' death a 'Detective Identification Badge'. After wearing it, the silver -Alice Yuzhu gestured to the guards to leave, and the guards immediately obeyed and retreated.

The silver- Alice stretched out a hand, and the mist emanating from it easily breached the protective barrier Servant's body, firmly grasping the Spirit Core.

The Spirit Core is the central part that sustains the individual existence of a Servant; it is the core of all activities.

The Spirit Core manifests instantly, which may appear as a blur to the general public, but Magecraft can clearly see that the Spirit Core has color, and that the color of the Spirit Core is different for each Servant.

The Servant fought back fiercely, panting as he tried to pull the Spirit Core -haired, Alice hand back from its grasp.

At that moment, the woman who was desperately trying to use Command Spell grabbed him. "What are you doing! Don't do this, stop! He's my Servant..."

However, the guards who arrived quickly pulled her away. Once her heartbreak heals, she will summon Servant again, and her Command Spell will be restored, provided that the Holy Grail can still function properly. Moreover, even if she summons a Heroic Spirit with the same name, he will not have the original memories.

"Something's not right. The infected's thinking is noticeably impaired, they attack their surroundings indiscriminately, and there's also the transmission through contact with spirits. This is unprecedented Magecraft. If it's not Ghoul... then could it be a lower subspecies of Vampire Species?"

Novia explained in response to Alice's question.

"They've been turned into Zombie."

"If it's Magecraft, the target should be a physical entity. How could Heroic Spirit become Zombie? How could Voodoo Cursecraft..."

"I do know that Servant's real name; it's Nzambi, the Earth Mother Goddess from the Congo in Africa, and the root of the word 'zombie.'"

Congo mythology is the mythology of all Congo -speaking peoples. The Congo are the largest branch of the Bantu people in Central Africa. In Congo mythology, the world is divided into the world of the Living People and the world of the dead, which are separated by a body of water. Humans constantly cycle between these two worlds.

Nzambi is the origin of zombie folklore, the Supreme Being Goddess of the Congo, who is both a great queen and the mother of all life.

"I see."

Alice nodded, reassured by the Demon King's seriousness, but she soon asked Demon King a question unexpectedly.

"You're worried about Erice, aren't you? Hurry up."

As soon as the words were spoken, the people who had been fleeing in all directions were suddenly driven in the same direction, forming a huge crowd that surged forward, all with the same expression of fear on their faces.

Following that gaze, the silver -Alice immediately spotted a figure with powerful Od right there.

"Nzambi..."

The Concert's colorful LED lights shone into the Gallery littered with wreckage. Nzambi White-Haired Goddess and dark skin, was walking barefoot under the LED lights, dragging human corpses—four of them—as casually as if she were dragging a sack of burlap.

"You recognized me right away? Interesting, interesting. Are you someone I know? Or did someone else summon 'me' from somewhere else? In that case, let me introduce myself. I'm not Magecraft, but a sorcerer. Oh well, if we know each other, you can call me whatever you want."

The Congo Earth Mother Goddess held a strangely shaped sword against the corpse's wrist, then chopped off the hand and removed the Command Spell.

"Huh? I thought it was Servant and Master, but... what the hell is that thing? Oh well, even so, I'll take your Command Spell."

Nzambi kept talking to himself, his eyes wide open, his jewel-like crimson eyes fixed on the silver- Alice.

Behind her, the corpses whose wrists had been severed stood up, maintaining their strange postures, and jogged towards the silver -Alice Yuzhu.

Nzambi was probably planning to observe how to deal with the approaching silver- Alice.

In response, the silver -Alice girl simply waved her hand, and a powerful tornado swept in.

"Oh dear, oh dear."

The relentless tornado struck Nzambi deeply, leaving a slanted wound from his shoulder to his breasts, exposing white flesh and fat.

"The essence of this power is excellent, truly superb. I'd even give you my most precious dried-up human head."

Nzambi declared directly, "You're definitely one of Mpungu's spies, aren't you...?"

Nzan Bimbangu is the creator god of the Kongo; he created the world and the gods who inhabit it.

There is a Congo proverb that says, "Do not look for God, for He has no body."

In the early 16th century, when the Portugal visited the Kingdom of Congo, the name was chosen by Europe Missionary and Congo intellectuals, including the then -Congo king himself, to translate the Christianity religious concept into the Congo language of Kikongo, and to represent God.

Therefore, after Portugal colonization, this term became synonymous with God, primarily existing as the god of creation. As a result, other Deity or spirits in Congo mythology were downgraded to beings similar to lower Angel. After all, that's how the Church operated for so many years.

In the New Era of Fr, some niche mythological deities, such as the Earth Mother Goddess or legendary gods, have also appeared. In addition to Nzambi of Congo, the Creator God Rainbow Serpent of Australia lives in Shinjuku. However, compared to the Great Spirit who is also the highest being in Australia and is even called the Universe Spirit Wandjina in the Servant Universe, Rainbow Serpent is chased and beaten by Erice is only fourteen years old, which shows its strength.

"If that's really the case, then I naturally wouldn't want to fight you. Maybe I could use my dried Limbs to make tea and drink it with you, but..."

Nzambi's withered wrist clattered to the ground. "I've already made an appointment to kill everyone who tries to escape from here. Oh right, since you're Heroic Spirit, you're already dead, aren't you? Let me use my Dagger to ask you—come on, let me dissect how you died."

As Nzambi approached with Dagger, the silver-haired woman with Alice quietly observed Nzambi's bloodshot eyes, offering no resistance, and spoke:

Do you think you can infect me and turn me into Zombie?

"Why not? Even if you're from Mpungu's side, you can't escape my defilement."

Nzambi puzzled.

In fact, there is also Son of God Jesus in Voodoo, but he is not Trinity, an eternal and unique being, but only appears as the soul of an ancestor. Furthermore, Voodoo sorcerers can invoke Jesus to possess them during the performance True Magic.

Of course, this was utterly outrageous to the Church.

"Then let's give it a try."

Alice silver hair lightly touched the tip of the Dagger pointing at her chest.

"Those who die by my hand, let's see if you can turn them all into Zombie."

"... What?"

Nzambi suspiciously tried to retract her Dagger, but her weapon remained motionless.

"This aura is... Dead Apostle? How is that possible?! How could something from Mpungu possibly accept it--"

The strange Dagger began to heat up and turn white from where the silver-haired Alice fingertips touched it, then burst into a blinding flash before scattering in all directions.

Just as the light and heat finally faded from sight, Nzambi had vanished, presumably returning to the Throne of Heroes.

This is to be expected, after all, Novia carries the blessing of the Black Princess Altrouge Brunestud, the etymology of the word "zombie," and is one of the two most powerful princesses in the world. Whose corruption is stronger? If Nzambi a little more careful, he probably wouldn't have been wiped out so quickly.