"Gulp..."
Jason swallowed hard. As he looked at Ye Chuan, the frivolity and calculation that had always lingered on his face had long since given way to boundless horror.
"What kind of monster is that guy?"
"He wiped out Odysseus's entire Sea Demon army all by himself?!"
Even Sherlock Holmes's pipe-holding hand trembled slightly.
His brain, capable of seeing through every truth, had completely crashed at that moment.
Gudako and Mash gazed up at the figure slowly descending onto the deck as though they were looking at a god.
After a brief conversation, both sides roughly exchanged the information they possessed.
Chaldea learned how Jason's band, the last resistance force of Proper Human History, had barely survived the pursuit of the gods of Olympus, how they had lost most of their companions, and how they had finally been driven into a desperate situation.
And Jason finally understood that, besides them, an organization called Chaldea was also fighting the gods of this Lostbelt to protect human history.
Faced with a common enemy, the two sides soon drew up a preliminary battle plan.
"According to the intelligence we've obtained..."
Sherlock Holmes pointed at the nautical chart and said gravely:
"Poseidon has three divine cores, each guarded by a powerful Servant."
"We must find a way to defeat them one by one and weaken Poseidon. Only then might we be able to..."
Yet just as Sherlock Holmes was drawing up a steady, methodical battle plan, a calm voice suddenly interrupted him.
"Too much trouble."
Ye Chuan wiped the Black Blade Shusui in his hand, not even bothering to raise his eyelids as he spoke indifferently.
"Huh?"
Sherlock Holmes froze.
Ye Chuan slowly raised his head, swept his deep black eyes over everyone present, and stated his own battle plan.
"There's no need to