Hundred-Faced Hassan

"Communication with Chaldea is very unstable; I think Dr. Roman is already trying to find a solution."

"After all, this is an EX-level Singularity in Human Order Foundation Value, so it's only natural that this situation would occur!" Ritsuka Fujimaru said, as the group advanced through the sandstorm and finally managed to take shelter under the bones.

The bone was heavy enough and had enough space, like a small house, protecting everyone underneath.

The Human Order Foundation Value is a numerical value used to judge deviations in Human Order. The higher the level, the greater Human Order deviation. This place has reached the EX level, which is no longer equivalent to any period of history. It is more like a world imagined out of thin air.

Maintaining contact with Chaldea is also essential. If Chaldea's dispatched personnel cannot be guaranteed through contact, then under the special circumstances of time travel, Ritsuka Fujimaru may be erased from the future and thus unable to return.

However, Mephistopheles had no problem with this; he was special and unaffected by it.

Mash Kyrielight also said, "Master is right. Let's do our best to see what's going on here. At least the Spiritron Transfer was successful. We were originally supposed to arrive in the Middle East in the 13th century, but now we're in this desert. Is Jerusalem like this in this era?"

Just as everyone was talking, Fou suddenly became alert, and Mephistopheles also opened his eyes and looked into the distance. Under the sandstorm, something was approaching.

It is not a living creature, but a puppet!

"It's a puppet creature, it looks like a golem, its prototype should be a knight." Medea's eyes flashed with purple light, her gaze piercing through the sandstorm as she looked at the approaching figure walking in the gale.

These people had clearly noticed the anomaly and came to investigate. Most importantly, they attacked the group the instant they saw them, without hesitation, as if they had already considered them mortal enemies the moment they met.

Endless magical arrows emerged from behind Medea, thousands of them flying out and relentlessly bombarding the puppets. Unsurprisingly, these armored puppets were instantly obliterated by the magical arrows summoned by Medea, falling forever onto the earth.

Ritsuka Fujimaru pondered for a moment and said, "Why are all the enemies soldiers wearing armor? If they're puppets, then whoever summoned these puppets must also be a knight."

Just as everyone was analyzing what they had just encountered, another strange object approached.

That was a gigantic monster, possessing power even surpassing that of a dragon, a being called the Sphinx!

Faced with such a powerful opponent, Mephistopheles conjured a long spear crackling with lightning in his right hand, and then hurled the lightning spear.

"Boom!"

As expected, the powerful lightning spear pierced through the Sphinx's defenses, instantly killing the enormous beast. Its massive body fell to the ground, forming a wall that blocked the sandstorm from reaching them.

Mephistopheles's attack just now relied on the contents recorded inside the Book of Mephistopheles, drawing upon the power of Zeus to form a thunderbolt.

Although it was unprepared and unenhanced, this lightning spear possessed extremely powerful strength. Even though the Sphinx had an incredibly strong body and magical power, it still died from this attack.

However, this death is not a true death, or rather, not a death that is truly possessed.

"It feels a bit strange, like it's still alive." Mash Kyrielight touched the Sphinx's corpse with some doubt. Its wounds had healed, but it still hadn't come back to life.

"The power is gathering and constantly recovering. Once the power is almost fully recovered, it should be able to revive again," Mephistopheles said, a look of doubt on his face. "One after the other, and in slightly different directions, it seems the Knight Puppet and the Sphinx are not from the same faction."

"Should we leave first? If the Sphinx revives, fighting again will be too troublesome," Mash Kyrielight said.

After she finished speaking, she looked around with some distress. "But now we can't contact Chaldea, and there's a sandstorm all around. I don't know where to go."

"It's very simple, just a little divination will do," Mephistopheles said, dropping the scepter from his hand and letting it fall to the ground.

Looking in the direction the scepter was pointing, Mephistopheles said, "Let's go that way. We might get some information, or even obtain the key items for this operation."

"Is this some kind of divination?!" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked in surprise as she watched this scene.

She had initially thought that the divination Mephistopheles was referring to would involve using coins or relying on special astrological techniques.

Mephistopheles shook his head. "There's no need for such trouble. My scepter is inherently spiritual, and we're just simply looking for a way. In that case, a simple divination will suffice. Relying on a falling log to find direction is itself a form of divination with mystical implications."

Medea laughed at this moment, "You can indeed go that way. Although it's very faint, you can feel the moisture in that place. The moisture is coming from there. There might be a water source there, and if there's a water source, it means there's a residential area!"

Jack the Ripper sniffed the air, nodded, and agreed.

So, amidst the sandstorm, the group emerged from their shelter and began to move in the direction Mephistopheles had pointed.

Moreover, perhaps because she learned that there was a water source, Ritsuka Fujimaru seemed very happy. "I'm definitely going to have a good drink!"

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles turned his head and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, of course we're thirsty!" Ritsuka Fujimaru. "Being thirsty in this kind of environment is practically an instinct!"

"You could have just said that, 'I can let you drink some milk.'" Mephistopheles laughed. "After all, my Noble Phantasm has the power to produce the Infinite amount of milk."

Upon hearing this, Ritsuka Fujimaru was taken aback, then looked embarrassed.

Mephistopheles's Noble Phantasm were all recorded; how could I have forgotten?!

I could have gotten fresh milk just now if I had just asked Mephistopheles for help. That's much better than drinking water!

And just like that, I forgot!!!

"It's alright, let's drink again when we get to our destination," Mephistopheles said with a smile, not making fun of the other person.

Chapter 203 Hassan of the Hundred Faces

The city, hidden in the desert, is a city that clearly bears the characteristics of ancient Egypt.

And surrounding that city were countless Sphinx!

More than twenty Sphinx, powerful beings that fight against top-tier Phantasmal Species dragons, actually exist in multiples here!

However, these Sphinx were naturally unable to stop Mephistopheles and his group; they didn't even notice Mephistopheles and his entourage before they approached the city.

Or rather, Temple.

Even before getting close, Mephistopheles could already sense the power surrounding the city—the power of a barrier, a power that enveloped the entire city.

"It seems this is one of the forces involved in this Singularity, and it clearly belongs to the Egypt faction." Mephistopheles smiled. "It's even surrounded by a barrier. The power of this barrier is to protect this place. Judging from this, the Sphinx we encountered back then should have belonged to this faction."

"I can feel the immense power here. If what you say is true, then this place contains the aura of the Age of Gods." Medea smiled, her power allowing her to see through most of what was here in an instant.

The fact that their power had reached the level of the Age of Gods surprised Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others, but after considering that the Sphinx had also appeared, they felt that it was only natural.

With such powerful monsters appearing, it's quite normal that this place possesses power from the Age of Age of Gods.

"The mutability of this world is too severe. We still haven't restored communication even after arriving here. We might have to go inside to make it work," Mash Kyrielight said to the group, though her expression didn't show any signs of anxiety.

"Someone... is coming..." Jack the Ripper suddenly whispered, disappearing into Ritsuka Fujimaru's shadow. She was like an assassin, ready to deliver a fatal blow to her opponent at any moment.

Almost simultaneously, Black Jeanne gripped her weapon, her expression clearly showing excitement as she looked ahead, awaiting the enemy's arrival.

Unlike Jeanne d'Arc, Black Jeanne is easily excitable and loves to fight.

Although Jeanne d'Arc also enjoyed competing with others, perhaps due to Gilles, this trait was inexplicably amplified.

This makes Black Jeanne appear more belligerent than Jeanne d'Arc.

Therefore, she seemed eager to fight when faced with the approaching enemy.

Mash Kyrielight was also ready for battle, placing her shield in front of Ritsuka Fujimaru, ready to protect her Master at any moment.

Ritsuka Fujimaru had already gripped the hilt of her sword. If necessary, she would draw the Heavenly Cloud Sword immediately, putting herself in a fighting stance.

As for Medea, although she seemed unprepared, Mephistopheles knew that the True Magic spells hidden around Medea had been activated. If Medea wished, she could instantly construct a small Temple and then bombard the target.

It can be said that before anyone has even appeared in public, whether they are friend or foe, the group here is already prepared for battle. If the person who comes is indeed the enemy, they can definitely give them a big surprise.

Before them appeared a skull mask and cloaked assassins, but the moment they appeared, they were suppressed by an overwhelming force, rendering their assassination ineffective.

An impenetrable defense and an immense force that made it almost impossible for the attacker to get up pressed down on them like a mountain.

The mask was removed, revealing a woman's face with somewhat thick lips, leading one to suspect that she was of Black descent.

"Hassan of the Hundred Faces?" Mephistopheles looked at the man and asked in a low voice.

The woman's eyes flickered, revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty. "How do you know who I am?"

"It's nothing, I just happen to know." Mephistopheles smiled, then looked around. "I have no idea what connection the Old Man of the Mountain has with Egypt, so, like that Egypt faction, you belong to an independent force, don't you?"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces said nothing, only looked at the crowd.

Mephistopheles glanced at the group of people around him who were immobilized by his powerful magic. He didn't kill them; he was only doing this to gather information.

"Hmm, food... You went into the city to steal food, huh? No, you not only stole food, you stole a person too." Mephistopheles looked at the unconscious woman. The woman's attire, clearly exuding the aura of Egypt royalty, piqued Mephistopheles's curiosity about her identity.

It is clear that the unconscious woman is a Servant.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces glanced at the group of people she had suddenly encountered. They all looked like they were from the Holy City, but their clothes were somewhat different, which made her unsure of which faction they belonged to.

Moreover, these guys were incredibly strong; he was completely suppressed by them and couldn't even get up. He could only try his best to keep himself from being pressed into the ground.

Just as she was wondering, the man who had been speaking to her suddenly spoke again, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Mephistopheles. We are not from this world, or rather, we are not from this time. We come from the future. Do you understand?"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded slightly, finding it somewhat difficult to even nod now.

"It's good that you understand. This era is facing a tremendous crisis, which may even endanger the entire history of humankind. So we are here to solve this problem. In this respect, we should not be adversaries, right?"

Mephistopheles smiled and continued.

As he spoke, he kept observing Hassan of the Hundred Faces's eyes, trying to find any flaws in them.

However, there were no flaws; aside from being surprised by his identity, the other party didn't react much to what he said afterward.

This made Mephistopheles somewhat certain that this Hassan of the Hundred Faces, or rather the force behind him, was not an enemy of him, and that this group was also working to restore history to normalcy.

Therefore, Hassan of the Hundred Faces should be an ally.

"You even have food with you? Are you short of supplies?" Mephistopheles said again, like a shrewd businessman, his eyes scanning for anything that could be used to gain profit. "Let's make a deal. Give us some intelligence, and we'll provide you with food."

"Food?!" Hassan of the Hundred Faces asked, looking at the young man before him, "What information do you want?"

"Let's be frank. We come from the future and know very little about this place. To save humanity's future, we naturally want to know as much as possible about the present situation. So, the more details you can provide, the better."

"No problem, but I'd like to know, what kind of food will you give us?"

Mephistopheles smiled and took out his Noble Phantasm, Hestia's Clay Pot. The appearance of this object, which contained powerful magic, startled Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

This is actually a Noble Phantasm, and it looks like it's a top-tier Noble Phantasm!

"It's all milk inside. I can provide you with plenty of milk; it's nutritious. Although it won't stay fresh for very long, it should be enough for your people to have a good meal in a short time, right?" Mephistopheles said, then pondered for a moment, "Or, I could come over to your place and let you have a good milk meal?"

After saying that, he added, "Of course, you'll be allowed to take the milk back this time too, as long as you have enough room to pack it."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay!"

Food is crucial right now; if there isn't enough food, we risk falling into a famine.

Moreover, the man in front of me seemed to know very little. Although I couldn't truly trust him yet, it was still a good deal if I could exchange some common information for supplies.

So, Hassan of the Hundred Faces quickly explained the current situation to the group.

After listening to Hassan of the Hundred Faces's words, Mephistopheles frowned and exchanged a glance with Ritsuka Fujimaru. The situation here was somewhat beyond their expectations.

"So, Goetia gave the Holy Grail to a guy, instructing him to summon a Servant to cause chaos. The Servant he summoned killed him and stole the Holy Grail. That guy is the current Egypt power, and the one summoned was Ramses II?"

Mephistopheles spoke, glancing at the unconscious woman—the one with purple hair and distinctly werewolf-like adornments—and frowning. "Could she also be a pharaoh?"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded.

"Could it be Nitocris?"

He didn't even need to look at Hassan of the Hundred Faces's reaction; he was certain he had guessed correctly.

Nitocris, the queen of the Sixth Dynasty of ancient Egypt, was actually knocked unconscious and brought out by Hassan of the Hundred Faces?

This is so embarrassing!

Although this queen's reign lasted only two years, it was very short.

"We don't yet know Ramses II's stance, do we...?"

Mephistopheles muttered to himself, rubbing the corner of his eye. Although Ramses II was summoned by the chosen one of Goetia, the one in charge now was not that guy, but Ramses II. Since the other party could obviously communicate, it was still necessary to ask him what he thought.

After all, the Holy Grail is still in that guy's hands.

If this guy doesn't agree to cooperate, then it's not too late to fight again later.

In addition, there is another troublesome force.

"The Knights of the Round Table are over in the Holy City?" This news surprised Mephistopheles even more than Ramses II killing his own Master.

"The Holy City will conduct Holy Selection; those chosen will be allowed to enter the city and enjoy a wonderful life, while those not chosen will be killed on the spot?!"

This is absolutely not something the King of Knights Artoria that Mephistopheles knows would do. This is completely out of character for Artoria. Even if the King of Knights would choose to sacrifice innocent people for victory, it would never be like this.

Mephistopheles had a feeling that something was strange about the Holy City. The Knights of the Round Table who called himself the Lion King might not be the Artoria he knew. Perhaps she was the culprit who caused this place to become so abnormal!

Therefore, even if they obtain the Holy Grail, they might still need to go to the Holy City and defeat the Lion King.

Mephistopheles thought for a moment, then smiled politely at Hassan of the Hundred Faces, "Thank you very much for your information. It's been incredibly useful to me. I will keep my promise and give you enough milk, as long as you can hold it all."

After saying that, he added, "I know you can't fully trust me yet, but if there's an opportunity in the future, I will go to your camp and provide you with enough milk."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces didn't say anything. With Mephistopheles's True Magic reclamation, the power that had been suppressing them had long since disappeared. He was now holding a container to fill with milk.

The group couldn't help but show expressions of surprise and envy at this peculiar Noble Phantasm that could produce milk indefinitely.