The Underworld Goddess's Blessing

"Jack, you and Abby check what that little girl looks like!"

Abby and Jack kept gesturing to each other. After a while, Abby said anxiously, "Master, it's that little sister! Why is she in the hospital? Is she sick? Can we help her?"

Yuxian frowned as he pondered; the whole affair seemed eerie.

The little girl Abby dreamt of was actually in a special ward at the Central Hospital, seemingly still unconscious. Most importantly, the source of Snowfield's magical mist was actually this sleeping little girl.

"Oh! By the way, the little girl has a really pretty design on the back of her hand, just like her mother's," Jack added at this moment.

Jack's words quickly made Yuxian realize that Kagarioka Tsubaki was one of the Master in the Holy Grail War.

But why would a little girl in a coma become Master? Where are her Servant?

The source of the demonic mist must have been the Heroic Spirit; that's a very easy thing to figure out.

With the protection of Heroic Spirit, Kagarioka Tsubaki's safety is not a big problem. Or rather, this large-scale magical fog was created by that unknown Heroic Spirit to protect Kagarioka Tsubaki.

Several thoughts flashed through Yuxian's mind in an instant.

But he felt something was off, so he stopped thinking about it. There was still a lot of missing information, and guessing wouldn't lead to any results.

He comforted Abby, saying, "Abby, don't worry, we will definitely find a way to help the little girl."

"Yes!" Abby nodded emphatically.

Night had fallen, Snowfield was unusually quiet tonight.

Everything seemed so calm, like a still lake, and there was not a single battle or disturbance tonight.

The Holy Grail War was particularly eerie.

Beneath the calm surface of the lake, a more turbulent wave is brewing; the slightest touch will cause everything to erupt to the surface like boiling water.

Tonight, West Coast underworld tycoon brings the final act of his extraordinary life to a close.

Further west in the Pacific Ocean, by sheer coincidence, a hurricane began to move slowly.

The magical fog enveloping Snowfield was also slowly deepening.

Every participant in the Holy Grail War was meticulously cleaning their weapons and armor, making final preparations for the perilous battle that was about to begin.

Early in the morning, an emergency weather forecast was broadcast on television.

"A hurricane is moving towards the mainland in the West Coast. According to satellite cloud images, the hurricane will arrive in Snowfield soon. Please take precautions and pay attention to travel safety."

At first, Yuxian, who was having breakfast, didn't think much of it. Bad weather is a natural phenomenon that happens frequently in any place.

But when he looked up at the hurricane's path, he immediately dismissed the idea.

The hurricane's path, as shown on the television screen, appeared to be a straight line, heading directly towards Snowfield.

Is it a coincidence?

Yuxian did not believe this was a coincidence, considering that Snowfield was currently engaged in the Holy Grail War.

During this period, the hurricane that struck the city could not help but draw attention.

He looked back at Mash and Chiron, and saw the same solemn expressions on their faces.

"Senior..."

Mash hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping herself. Like Yuxian, she suspected that someone was behind this, but she couldn't figure out who it could be.

Chiron said in a very serious tone, "Your Master be on high alert. If someone is interfering, then they must be an extremely formidable opponent."

"Possessing such power to influence celestial phenomena, one's identity is definitely not simple; this already involves the realm of gods."

"Gods..." Yuxian couldn't help but press his temples. "If that's really the case, a god who would do such a thing is probably a god who is difficult to communicate with."

This Holy Grail War has already produced powerful Heroic Spirit like Golden Flash, Enkidu, and Alcides. If gods were to join in, Yuxian really couldn't imagine what this city would ultimately become.

Do they really think ordinary people are so insignificant?

They probably thought that the eventual destruction of this city would be a trivial matter.

North of Snowfield lies the state of a major agricultural state.

On one of the small farms, an elderly woman with gray hair also saw the weather warning.

He sighed to himself, "Luckily, the hurricane didn't come this way, otherwise this year would have been tough again."

She turned off the TV, walked out of the house, and looked at the flower field in the distance.

Amidst a profusion of blooming flowers, a beautiful young woman is carefully tending to each blossom, some already in full bloom and others yet to bloom.

The girl's face showed a genuine smile, as beautiful as a flower in full bloom.

The old man watched this scene with a kind expression.

Chapter 18, Section 532: The Blessing of the Underworld Goddess

The old man watched patiently for a while before calling out loudly, "Ereshkigal, come and have breakfast first!"

Hearing the old man's voice, Ereshkigal emerged from the flower bushes.

Her face was still glistening with morning dew, which adorned her beautiful features and made her look especially lovely.

The elderly woman runs the small farm alone; her children all work in big cities and rarely have time to come back and visit her.

Ereshkigal's appearance added an extra touch of color to her life.

She liked this girl very much, which reminded her of her youth when she, like Ereshkigal, loved blooming flowers.

That's why she cleared out a sizable plot of land on the farm and planted all kinds of flowers.

After finishing breakfast, Ereshkigal said softly with a troubled expression, "Marie, I have to leave..."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, but his face quickly filled with a kind smile again. "Have you heard anything from your family?"

Ereshkigal nodded, "She's my sister..."

"That's good! That's good!" Although the old woman was very reluctant to see Ereshkigal leave, she was also happy for Ereshkigal.

"It's a good thing that you were able to find your sister. You should be happy."

But Ereshkigal isn't happy, because her sister is plotting a huge disaster.

She knew her sister Ishtar all too well; that capricious goddess acted entirely on her own whims, without considering the consequences whatsoever.

If she hadn't gone to stop it, who knows how many people would have died.

As the Underworld Goddess, she was used to death, but too many unnecessary deaths gave her a headache.

The old woman thought that Ereshkigal was sad about the separation, so she comforted her, "Don't be sad. Finding your sister is the most important thing. You can come and play here often when you have time."

Ereshkigal nodded gently. She sincerely hoped that she would never see the old woman again, because she was the Underworld Goddess, and seeing her meant the end of life.

In fact, Ereshkigal had already seen the shadow of death in the old man; his body was already like a candle flickering in the wind, and he wouldn't last much longer.

After tidying up, Ereshkigal said goodbye to the old man.

The old man escorted her to the door and handed her a beautiful bouquet of flowers, still glistening with morning dew, clearly freshly picked from the ground.

"Take this, it will bring you good luck."

Ereshkigal silently accepted the bouquet, holding it in her hands in a daze.

"Hurry up and set off, son. Good luck!"

The old man smiled and waved to Ereshkigal.

"Good luck to you too..." Ereshkigal said silently in her heart.

Meanwhile, Hassan, having completed his mission with Fardius, returned to Snowfield from the West Coast.

But he ran into trouble.

On his way back, he felt a gaze lingering on him.

No matter what methods he used to try to get rid of the other party, he could never succeed.

When he tried to find the other person, there was no trace of them, as if it were all his imagination.

Is it an illusion? Hassan wouldn't be so naive as to think it really is an illusion.

As the leader of the Assassin Order, he would never harbor such wishful thinking. If he sensed it, then such a person truly existed.

Who is it? There are very few people who can always sense him without being detected by him.

He even had a gut feeling that the person was deliberately making him feel the gaze on him.

What is the purpose?

Hassan couldn't guess the other party's purpose; someone with such abilities would not have a difficult time killing him.

He wasn't Heroic Spirit known for his fighting prowess; most Heroic Spirit could defeat him once they discovered him.

His only source of pride was his ability to conceal himself.

Hassan could have reached Snowfield from the West Coast much faster, but the anxiety he felt along the way made him hesitant to return to his Master.

He was unsure whether those who followed him would be detrimental to their Master.

For a fleeting moment, he hoped that his Master could summon him back using Command Spells.

Hassan continued to try to shake off his pursuers, a journey that was more arduous and difficult than any of the assassinations he had faced before.

An underground factory somewhere in Snowfield.

Cans containing people were displayed inside, and several people dressed in white were constantly handling them.

Humans are refined into crystals of magical power to supply the magical power needed by Servant battle.

This is the method Bazdilot used to solve the enormous magical power required for the battle with Alcides.

I have to say, this is very much Magus.

As for the origins of these people, Bazdilot, who comes from a Mafia family, has his own channels.

With so many people going missing every year, he wouldn't mind adding another entry to that number.

"Are you ready, Alcides?" Bazdilot asked softly.

Upon receiving news of the clan chief's death, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had only heard a trivial piece of news.

But what he did next showed that his heart was not without turmoil.

"Of course!" Alcides replied. He was ready to fight at any time; preparation was just an excuse for the weak.

"The police station's rats have sent word that we're going to the Central Hospital this time."

Bazdilot gave instructions to Alcides in his usual emotionless voice.

"The necessary moment has come; I'm going to make my move on a child," Alcides said, without any hesitation on his face.

Bazdilot said, "If things go smoothly, the anxiety when facing the King of Heroes will be greatly reduced."

King of Heroes Gilgamesh, remains the greatest adversary in this Holy Grail War.

Alcides nodded. "Hopefully no one else will interfere today, so I can take care of that demigod who calls himself the King of Heroes."

His battle with Golden Flash in the northern valley highlands ended inconclusively, and this time he was even more eager to fight with all his might.

It was afternoon, supposed to be peak time for people, but surprisingly, there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the main road in front of the Central Hospital.

Anticipating the impending battle, the police station's Magus had already set up a barrier to ward off evil spirits in the vicinity.

Alcides slowly appeared in the middle of the road and walked towards this place step by step.

The officers stood tense in confrontation with him, and even when facing a legendary Heroic Spirit, they mustered their courage and did not back down.