In fact, these policemen are indeed ordinary humans holding Noble Phantasms. And these humans are gradually approaching Alcides.

It was impossible for the police not to be afraid, but they overcame this fear and wanted to stop the Alcides called death.

"You have good courage. Your eyes are much more presentable than those of the bird brothers (Calais and Zetes) on the Argonauts."

At the moment Alcides raised his bow with a rare happy smile, intending to use all his strength to slaughter them all——

Someone appears to defuse the tense atmosphere.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Loud laughter rang out on the main road.

The police and archers looked up into the sky and saw the golden archer - the Hero King Gilgamesh descending from the sky.

He looked at Alcides, who had grown horns and wings, with a smile, and said: "How can I say this? You have become very manly, bastard! Even though you are a low-grade bastard, you are so chaotic.

The appearance is still beyond my imagination!"

Gilgamesh landed on the bell tower of the church, overlooking the entire street, and said loudly as usual: "I saw that something wonderful was happening, so I came to see it. I didn't expect to see such a pleasant scene. I

Now I understand, maybe you have the talent to be a clown."

It seems that Gilgamesh noticed the commotion in the hospital on the roof of Crystal Hill and came here to see the battle. Although the police knew that he was on the top floor of Crystal Hill, they originally planned not to alert anyone.

They acted secretly under certain circumstances, so the appearance of Gilgamesh disrupted their position.

"You are here, mighty king."

Alcides grinned, not caring about the other party's provocation, and drew his bow directly. Just when he was about to activate the Twelve Glory again——

The main road in the central region has welcomed a new uninvited guest.

"Hey - what's going on?"

A leisurely voice came from the shadow of the church. After hearing the voice, the police saw a familiar face among the new people.

This group of people did not appear through special means, but came to the hospital in an extremely ordinary way. One of them was a swordsman, with blond hair mixed with red hair fluttering in the wind.

Alcides turned to alert, and Gilgamesh glanced at them, seemingly uninterested, without saying a word.

The swordsman looked at the two heroic spirits, the big hole on the ground and the fallen policemen, and asked the baby-faced soldier beside him: "Don't you think there is a discrepancy with the information you heard? What about the agreed-upon confidentiality operation?"

The soldier he asked, Sigma, had no expression on his face and replied in a calm tone: "The situation changed while we were moving."

"Really? Then there's nothing we can do."

When the hero and the soldier were asking questions and answering questions like daily chats, the hooded female stalker naturally appeared behind the two of them.

When the police saw her, they all frowned in surprise - only one person on the hospital rooftop showed a different reaction.

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"Hey, who are they?"

Seeing the appearance of the stalker, Jesta was about to scream with joy at this fate - but before she spoke, she cast her eyes on the two men beside her.

The expression completely disappeared from his face, he glared at the two men and murmured: "Why are they next to my stalker?"

His cold gaze was filled with pure anger, and the vampire continued quietly:

"And... why is the body of the beautiful stalker not tainted by my magic power?"

"Are you okay, Mr. Bennett? I'm going to use the healing technique now..."

In the square behind the church, Flatt said at a loss. Bennett did not answer him, but felt the auras of the heroes gradually gathering and laughed.

Not only that archer, but also other heroic spirits who had never met before used this city as a stage, striding on it, competing with each other for their own legends.

Although Bennett laughed at himself in a low voice, it was ridiculous for a guy like him who was even given a name to be mixed up in such a team, but there was still a glimmer of hope deep in his eyes.

"I see... I did come from hell. But this is a gentle hell."

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There was another hero who set off a little behind them, heading to the main road in front of the hospital.

It was his first time out since he was summoned, but he walked in the middle of the road with his head held high and a familiar attitude.

"Oh no, writers shouldn't be allowed to do manual labor." Alexandre Dumas complained, but walked honestly towards the hospital.

Of course, Orlando didn't know this.

If he knew about it, he would definitely use the command spell to recall Alexandre Dumas immediately.

However, after hearing about the murder of his subordinate, Orlando was so busy that he had no time to care about Alexandre Dumas's movements.

It is precisely because he knew this that Alexandre Dumas walked to the scene in person. When Alexandre Dumas reached a distance where he could see the entire battlefield from a distance, he stopped and stopped walking forward. He showed the same

His usual fearless smile——unrolling the long roll of paper that suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Since the actors are willing to show me their courage, then I will help them change their route a little bit." Alexandre Dumas looked at John, the policeman wearing a prosthetic leg, from a distance, and pursed his lips and smiled, "I won't let you just be responsible for the surprise.

Characters. People like you... are the ones who deserve to be heroes."

Alexandre Dumas was talking to himself and writing "stories" on a long scroll of paper.

Use this as a small bouquet to dedicate to his favorite actors.

"Musketeers' Masquerade, Gunners."

Even the actors themselves didn't know what this story meant - at the same time, the tragicomedy stage quietly but without hesitation opened the curtain for the next scene.

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Early morning on the third day.

"The weather forecast will be broadcast next. The low pressure that occurred west of Las Vegas a few days ago——"

There was unremarkable content on the TV. Citizens hurried to their respective places of work as the weather forecast for the next few days varied between good and bad. There was still no panic incident in the city of Snowfield.

Faldius was relatively satisfied with this result.

He can quell most of the turmoil, and if it is larger, he can also rely on Francesca to calm down some of it. This has been confirmed.

"How to deal with the case in the hospital last night...Mr. Stalker should start assassinating Galvaroso..."

As soon as Faldius thought of this, he received a special secret communication. The message did not come from within Snowfield, but from his backing - the "real mastermind" - the special department in Washington.

"I am General Faldius, what can I do?"

"Did you watch the news?"

The man known as the general made a low male voice. Faldius heard the sound and looked at the news being broadcast in the city, but there was nothing important. So he switched the channel to the wide area program outside the city and found out:

A leading candidate for the presidency dies of illness.

"Sigh... Everyone says he must be the next president. It's really unlucky. But, this is not directly related to the general's department, right?"

"This matter...has nothing to do with you, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not just him, just yesterday afternoon, thirty-five people, ranging from big figures in the financial world, anchors of large media, to leaders of large parliamentary press corps, suddenly died of accidents or diseases. And all of them died.

Has a deep relationship with the White House.

"The autopsy report proves that there is nothing suspicious about their deaths. Because of this, some people speculate that this coincidence cannot be unrelated to magic. At this time, it is understandable that some people will suspect that this matter is related to your rituals.

Bar."

The general hinted to Faldius that "you are very suspicious", then he sighed and ended the topic in a businesslike tone: "I haven't reported it to the president yet. If you know the new situation related to the Snowfield Ceremony,

, contact me immediately.”

Afterwards, this day was regarded as "American Curse Day" and was recorded in urban legends.

Faldius thought for a moment and investigated on the Internet alone. After connecting the death places of the thirty-five people on the map according to the time of death, he found that they were centered on the headquarters of Galvaroso Scladio.

, connected together in order from nearest to far. It was like a god of death set out from Scladio's base camp, killing the targets he saw one by one as he walked.

Faldius could neither insist that "this has nothing to do with Hassan Sabah", nor was he thick-skinned enough to pretend that he had not seen anything.

The key is that Galvaroso is still in a state of uncertainty. Even if he dies, Scladio's magicians can hide the matter temporarily.

"Hassan...what exactly...are you doing...where?"

Only at this moment did Faldius finally realize two things: first, this "ritual" is no longer limited to Snowfield - its curse has begun to spread to the entire United States; second, Francesca may have started from a

I have been looking forward to things developing to this point since the beginning.

Just when Faldius was in panic, the panicked voice of the newscaster gave him another blow.

"Continue to report the weather forecast to everyone. The low pressure that occurred west of Las Vegas is now rapidly intensifying and is expected to develop into a very large typhoon soon."

From the satellite images broadcast on TV, you can see a very large typhoon with a diameter of more than 800 kilometers.

"There has never been any precedent for such a situation in history——"

"A sandstorm has occurred in Death Valley National Park..."

"Expected to head straight to Snowfield..."

"...We are really going in a straight line...Is this reasonable?"
To be continued...