The Aliens Are Attacking? When Did That Happen? (Continued)

Well, to be honest, Charlemagne wasn't angry.

After all, compared to Emperor Charlemagne, this Charlemagne is still quite young, and his personality is more like that of Hero than a king.

Therefore, when he learned that Mo Wang and the others dug up his grave to prevent the Incineration of Humanity, he did not feel any anger.

but...

In any case, it's like I've had my past dug up.

The idea of digging up graves to Deliverance sounds a bit strange.

"While I am indeed not angry, Master, isn't what you're doing a bit..."

"Oh, as long as you're not angry."

"By the way, our forces are still too weak. Since Your Great Emperor is here, may I ask where your Twelve Knights are buried?"

"Uh, to be precise, there should be ten now. Afu and another guy have already escaped."

"If you don't mind, could you please tell me where the rest of the people are so I can go and check on them?"

Mo Wang asked Charlemagne in an extremely practiced tone, leaving Charlemagne completely stumped.

No, you're not only digging up my grave, you're even going to go after my men?

No, is it really okay for you to say this to me directly?

"Wow, he actually said it! This is really..."

At this point, Cu Chulainn and Red A were speechless.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

They not only dug up other people's graves, but they also targeted their subordinates.

Mashu and Shi Niang even started covering their faces, unable to bear watching any longer.

"What do you know? This is called a rescue excavation, okay!"

"Didn't you see that Joan of Arc of Arc's grave next door has already been dug up? How can you guarantee that those lunatics won't dig up these people's remains and then do some kind of summoning or something?"

"I'm just doing this as a precaution, okay?"

Mo Wang spoke with righteous indignation, but no matter how you looked at it, the whole thing had a distinctly Europe feel to it.

Because they were afraid that someone else would dig up the grave, they dug it up first so that they wouldn't be afraid of others digging it up.

What a bizarre statement!

"No, this..."

Charlemagne was stunned by what Mo Wang said. He pointed at Mo Wang with a trembling finger, looking like he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, hurry up, stop rambling. After digging up the Paladins's grave, I'm planning to go check on Solomon."

"I wonder where that guy was buried. We should still be able to find him, right?"

"Puff!"

Upon hearing Mo Wang's words, Roman couldn't hold back any longer.

What the hell? Saying you want to dig up his grave right in front of him?

No, even if you dig it up, you still can't summon him, right?

Uh, it can't be summoned, right?

"Mo Wang, stop thinking about digging up graves now, let's hurry back to France!"

"The situation at the Singularity is getting worse and worse. If we don't go back soon, something terrible might happen there!"

"Let's focus on the Singularity!"

At this moment, Roman urged Mo Wang to return to France.

He felt that if he didn't stop Mo Wang, he might end up in the graveyard of heroes of this era, with none of them escaping.

"Yes, yes! I think we should hurry up and leave!"

"Yes, yes, with the addition of the Great Emperor, our team is already super strong. I don't think we need to add any more people."

Upon hearing Roman's words, everyone in the team wholeheartedly supported him.

If Mo Wang had to lead them to dig graves for several days, they would either be exhausted to death or utterly devastated.

If those Servant ever come to Chaldea in the future, they'll just say, "Did you dig up my grave?"

What should I say then?

Wouldn't it be incredibly awkward to meet a colleague? You can't exactly let them dig up your grave, can you?

Especially since everyone was genuinely afraid that Mo Wang would get addicted to digging and end up digging several graves at each Singularity, they would truly become professional grave robbers.

"Mo Wang, if you don't resolve this Singularity by now, you'll be in for a world of hurt when you get back!"

At this crucial moment, it was Olga Marie who stepped in.

Olga Marie Animusphere, whose image was heavily Projection, roared menacingly at Mo Wang, instantly dispelling Mo Wang's desire to continue digging the grave.

"Well, since that's what the Director said, let's just forget about it."

At this moment, Mo Wang couldn't help but sigh deeply. His idea of starting a new era of grave digging had ultimately failed because of the Director.

But then again, if I actually went and dug up Solomon's grave now, would I be able to find the ring?

It's about time we gave the doctor some extra advantages, lest he accidentally kill himself when it's time to finish the job.

"Oh dear! What's going on? Why is it so cold today?"

At this moment, Roman in Chaldea couldn't help but shudder.

I had a feeling that I had just been targeted by some incredibly terrifying creature.

"It's finally over. It has to be the Director."

"Aha, I really hope Mo Wang can be more mature in the future."

Mashu and Shi Niang exchanged a glance, both displaying a sorrowful attitude towards their upcoming trip to France.

You have to understand, this France isn't like Fuyuki before, a no-man's land.

There are still quite a few living people in this place.

Mo Wang that kind of personality, who knows what kind of mess he'll make of this place?

"Hey, you're Charlemagne, right? I never imagined the legendary King of Europe would be so young."

At this moment, Cu Chulainn and Red A also walked up to Charlemagne. Seeing that Charlemagne still looked like he didn't understand anything, they couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder with sympathy.

"I am Charlemagne. Excuse me, why are you looking at me like that?"

Charlemagne felt an indescribable discomfort as he looked at Red A and the Doggy.

What exactly is going on with this expression that is full of sympathy, relief, and schadenfreude?

"It's nothing, I just feel that it's really fortunate that you would take the initiative to step forward."

"Yeah, I feel like if you don't come out on your own initiative, that guy might just take your bones and feed them to the dogs."

Red A and Cú Chulainn then spoke to Charlemagne, their words filled with sympathy for him and immense relief that they finally had someone to take their place.

"Ah?"

Charlemagne was a little confused at this point.

No way, if I don't come out, my Master will just feed my bones to the dogs? Is that so cruel?!

Charlemagne considered himself to know a lot about tyrants in history, but there seemed to be very few who would simply take the bones of the dead and feed them to the dogs because they were dissatisfied with them.

No, shouldn't Mo Wang be the one who saves Human Order? Why does he sound like a tyrant?

At this moment, Red A and Doggy looked at each other again, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Okay, saying that Mo Wang would feed Charlemagne's bones to the dogs is too cruel; Mo Wang probably wouldn't do that right now.

Based on their understanding of Mo Wang, it's more likely that Mo Wang will directly summon Charlemagne's bones thousands of times, annoying Charlemagne to the point of exhaustion, until he finally lets them roll off on their own.

Or perhaps, we could just run straight into Hall of Heroes and tear Charlemagne down?

In a sense, these two methods seem even more brutal than simply taking Charlemagne's bones and feeding them to the dogs.

The two guessed that the real, fully-formed Charlemagne, upon seeing this strange situation, simply kicked out his clone to shut Mo Wang up and give himself some peace and quiet.

However, now that there are a few more people in their team, Mo Wang should have fewer opportunities to mess with the two of them, right?

"Wait a minute, aren't we supposed to be going to France? How do we get there?"

At this moment, Charlemagne seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly became a little strange.

Weren't these people just here at the Singularity today?

How exactly did they end up in the East Holy Roman Empire?

Just as Charlemagne finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of air above his head.

Charlemagne looked up and saw an enormous warship slowly moving towards them from the air.

Charlemagne:Σ (っ°Д°;) っ

Wait, what is this thing?

Are aliens attacking?

At this moment, Charlemagne suddenly felt that the most abnormal Singularity seemed to be his side.

Meanwhile, in France, the moon still hung high in the sky, but among the clouds, a group of dragons were circling around a woman dressed in black armor.

"It's disgusting as always."

A colossal black dragon soared through the air, emitting a deep and awe-inspiring roar. Standing behind the dragon's neck, the woman connected to its spine withdrew her gaze from the Hollow in the sky, looking down at the ruins and the fleeing crowds below, a disdainful smile playing on her lips. A coldness shone in her eyes, as if all this Destruction was within her control.

Flames burned, crowds screamed, and the roars of countless dragons painted a picture of a monster invasion. The woman commanding the dragons laughed even more wildly, seemingly enjoying the chaos immensely.

"Really, Fafnir? You think so too?"

She gently stroked Fafnir's cold, jagged scales, as if communicating with it on a spiritual level. The dragon responded with a wild roar, seemingly agreeing with her.

"Let it go down."

Her voice was calm and firm, like an indisputable command.

The dragon obeyed her command and slowly lowered its body. Sensing its arrival, the other dragons ceased their slaughter of humans, raising their heads in unison and letting out awe-inspiring roars, paying the highest respect to their leader. Faced with the legendary dragon, the impure-blooded Wyvern clearly lacked the courage to defy the true Dragon Kind.

Joan of Arc Alter Black Joan (Alter) had lost count of how many villages had been burned down. Since she launched her plan to "sweep across all of France," the so-called "Dragon Witch," Jeanne Alter, and her dragons had ravaged the land, reducing numerous cities and fortresses to ashes. Before this, she had mercilessly executed those considered "traitors" and "criminals" against her. Her laughter echoed in the air, tinged with disdain, as if mocking the bloody massacre, and all of France was now under her control, her hunting ground.

Joan of Arc Alter's retinue wasn't limited to dragons; she also had Servant who answered her summons. To these Servant, she issued only one command:

Destruction and killing.

Saber, Lancer, Assassin, Rider, Archer, Caster, Berserker. All the Holy Grail War classes are present. Joan of Arc Alter inflicts the "Frenzy" status on them; in principle, these are all Berserker, and there is no longer a distinction between swordsmen and archers.

However, as FGO players are well aware, Berserker can still remain rational in certain situations. Even though their stance has been completely reversed, they can still make rational judgments.

At this moment, those following closely beside Joan of Arc Alter were her acquaintances and comrades-in-arms, unlike other Servant who acted separately according to their own orders.

Gilles de Rais, standing beside Black Joan, had a glint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Because of his obsession with Joan of Arc, he went mad after her death, became obsessed with alchemy, and ultimately went astray.

Despite the blood of countless innocent people on his hands, he always had only one goal: to resurrect the saintess and bring her back to his side.

You could say he was an even more extreme and cruel Otto.

"Joan of Arc, are you happy?"

He asked softly, his tone tinged with anticipation.

"Happy, of course I'm happy, Gilles,"

Joan of Arc Alter's smile was like a dazzling flame, making no attempt to conceal her inner fervor. "I rarely feel this happy, hahaha! Let's move on to the next location. I'm going to turn all of France into a dragon's lair, and eventually spread it to Destruction the entire world!!"

Such a declaration, though heretical, was precisely what Gilles longed for and endorsed. He had finally witnessed Joan of Arc's resurrection, and that alone was enough to satisfy him.

However, neither Black Joan nor the Marshal knew that a super Great Demon King, a hundred times more dangerous than them, was heading towards France.