I Create the Holy Grail War, Shocking the World Chapter 50

"……Ah—!!"

The researcher in the white lab coat let out a terrified scream, a shiver running down his spine.

General MacArthur rushed over upon hearing the sound, roughly grabbing the researcher by his collar and demanding, "What the hell are you barking about?!"

"The IP address... we've traced it."

The researcher in the white lab coat swallowed nervously.

"What?!"

General MacArthur was stunned.

Many of the 953 geniuses also gathered around the researcher in shock.

Previously, this group of industry elites, setting aside their pride, had joined forces but still couldn't break through Merlin's firewall.

This fellow was like a dragon, never showing his head or tail, profound and unfathomable, leaving not even a single clue.

And now...

They had broken through?

"Yes~"

The researcher gritted his teeth nervously and shouted, throwing caution to the wind, "We found it... Merlin's IP address on Twitter is at 36 degrees North latitude, 144 degrees East longitude!"

General MacArthur, who had been feeling a bit pleased, quickly changed his expression, becoming utterly horrified.

"Wait..."

"Isn't that location in the Pacific Ocean?!"

As soon as he spoke, he stared with a touch of fear at the beautiful person on the television.

This time, they had found the true god.

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"Who are you?!"

Above the Pacific Ocean, a king in black clothes asked in a deep voice.

He clutched his bloodstained shoulder, his brow furrowed.

Drops of the True Ancestor's beautiful, radiant blood fell, pouring into the ocean, nourishing the life within, giving birth to more vampires.

This was clearly an ancient one, exuding the aura of an emperor. As the ruler of the War King's domain, tempered by countless years, he was magnificent and valiant.

He was Kayn Juran Balada.

Bearing the name of the True Ancestor, his power was infinitely close to the sixth tier.

Only he dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth under the oppression of terrifying ghosts and gods.

However.

Facing such a solid and terrifying aura, that person seemed somewhat nonchalant.

"Yoho~, I am Merlin, how may I help you?"

The silver-haired handsome man smiled slightly, unconcerned.

With this smile, heaven and earth instantly lost their color, as if all brilliance had been stolen.

All over the world, countless young girls and women cried out in surprise, instinctively pressing their legs together.

For a moment, people of all ages were captivated and smitten. This was a beauty that seemed otherworldly. No... to be precise, Merlin was not human, but a Mixed Nightmare, a charmer who was best at manipulating people's hearts.

In ancient times, he would have been a demon that ruined nations and people, a malevolent spirit that led people to evil.

In modern times, if he debuted as an idol, he would be a global idol!

At least at this moment, countless men, women, old, and young were frantically pounding their keyboards, shouting and screaming in excitement, venting their emotions and expressing their admiration and adoration for the silver-haired handsome man.

This was the living, breathing Merlin!!

"Merlin?"

The First True Ancestor recalled, his brow furrowing. "I've met him. He was an old man with white hair."

His tone was certain, yet filled with a question, a sense of unfathomable surprise.

To be able to sever his arm with a magic staff, his strength might even surpass his own. There weren't many demons, ghosts, or humans on Earth who could reach this level, but in his long years, Kayn Juran Balada had never seen the other party.

This was almost impossible!

How could such a powerful being exist, dormant for thousands of years, just to fabricate a lie?

"I come from a parallel world. I built a tower in Avalon, where I do not age or die, forever gazing upon the human world."

Merlin smiled calmly. "I saw hell, so I came."

"Where the Magus of Flowers resides, there is only land filled with hope."

"Are you here to defeat this brutal fiend?" Kayn Juran Balada frowned, gazing at the ghost god that had completely descended upon the human world below. "Or... are you preparing to steal my sword?"

One sentence, These were two completely different issues.

He seemed to trust Merlin's words more and was quite accepting of the parallel world theory.

"Both."

The silver-haired man smiled brightly, "To correct you, this is not your sword, but King Arthur's sword."

"There's no room for negotiation?"

The True Ancestor's brow furrowed even tighter.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not wish to fight demons and this mysterious Merlin.

Both were beings on the same level as himself.

The War King did not fear battle, but he did not want to initiate a fight he wasn't sure he could win.

The Magus of Flowers chuckled, "You can retreat."

"I can't retreat," Kayn Juran Balada shook his head.

It seemed.

It seemed it was unavoidable.

The True Ancestor took a deep breath, his entire body tensing, immense power gathering in his fists.

A terrifying dense fog rose over the Pacific, blanketing an area of a hundred miles, giving a sense of unreal haziness, mixed with the vicissitudes of time. This was the proof of Kayn Juran Balada's countless battles of blood and fire!

For a moment, the waves churned, crashing against the shore, rolling up a thousand waves.

Battle frenzy!!

This terrifying aura was suffocating.

In front of the television, viewers from all over the country held their breaths nervously.

Could the unconventional Magus Merlin really contend with this majestic, seemingly invincible presence?

On the battlefield, the silver-haired handsome man smiled and wagged his finger, implying something.

"Wait a moment, let me deal with this not-so-cute little guy below first."

"?"

Looking at the demon god, which was more majestic than a ten-thousand-ton aircraft carrier, the whole world instantly froze.

Kayn Juran Balada was also a bit stunned. Looking at the ferocious and terrifying demon god roaring below, he was preparing to swim towards the shore... Ah, no, you call this a little guy?

Are you serious, bro?

Suddenly.

"Mr. Merlin, do you need us to wear down the demon god with Big Ivan first?"

Under the instructions of their superiors, the blonde female reporter broadcasting live from the fighter jet excitedly shouted towards the Pacific.

Many people unconsciously smiled.

If humanity could share the pressure on Magus Merlin, it would also make them feel honored.

After all, Merlin was going to fight two opponents!

"No need, leave this to me..."

Merlin smiled faintly, "I've wanted to say lines like this for a long time."

The world was in an uproar.

Why was this guy so unconventional?

The next moment, a roar stunned billions of people.

"ROAR ROAR~!!"

The reporter's shout seemed to have attracted the demon god's attention. It roared in anger, and its roar pierced through the clouds for a hundred miles. Thick, poisonous corpse fluid dripped from the dark clouds, stirring up a terrifying tornado.

A pair of terrifying, black-furred hands attacked, their dense shadow covering the sky.

Filled with the stench of decay.

As if crawling out of hell, they venomously sought to drag everything living into it.

Then, amidst the reporter's screams, the camera shook violently.

The audience's hearts also clenched instantly.

Damn it.

Is this cute little sister going to be done for?

"Tsk~ It seems I'll have to show my special skills too."

Merlin smiled, looking at the scene with a hint of flippancy.

As he spoke, he casually raised his hand, and the Sword in the Stone, with its holy radiance dimmed, easily flew into his hand.

At this moment, the elegant silver-haired man smiled like the bright moon, and the holy sword suddenly emitted an incredibly beautiful snowy radiance, reflecting a beauty that was beyond this world.

All the beauty in the world is divided into eight parts, and Merlin has one stone.

At first glance, he seemed to be at the center of the world, so beautiful it made one's heart tremble.

"Eeeeh?!"

After they had somewhat recovered, people scratched their heads in bewilderment.

History also didn't record that the Mage Merlin could wield a sword?

"Swish!!"

A strand of pure white light bloomed, and the sword light spread like a comet piercing heaven and earth.

No one could say for sure.

Was it a strand of light, or something else?

But it was filled with divinity, nobility, passion, and a sense of justice...

Above the sea of clouds, the beautiful Shuten-doji excitedly jumped down from her throne, letting out a powerful and heroic laugh, "Come, let me, Shuten-doji, judge the great power of you Heroic Spirits, that blossoming immortal radiance!"

Ibaraki-doji covered her face.

Why did this woman love watching fights so much.

In the town of Hori, Muramasa buzzed madly, the green-haired loli gritted her teeth, suppressing the instinctive excitement of the sword.

"Stop it for me, hey!!"

She yelled in shame and anger.

Europe, a dark land...

In the Night Empire, countless vampires trembled, their limbs cold, feeling a chilling fear.

First True Ancestor, you must win