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"Considering this situation, my next plan is—"

Kirshtalia did not intend to underestimate this change. He was about to convey his plans to the others when a loud roar interrupted his speech, and everyone looked in surprise at the same spot.

Kadoc Zemrups' communications were interrupted, and the images vanished abruptly after a roar.

"Kardok... Could it be—!"

Kirshtalia's eyes widened in astonishment, a rare occurrence for her.

He realized he had overlooked one thing.

If Shiomi were still alive, that man, whose style wasn't exactly "magician-like," would definitely hold accountable for the losses suffered by Chaldea in Antarctica.

Just as Kirshtalia had suspected, the headquarters of the Russian Lostbelt, Yaga Moscow, had just been attacked, forcing the Kadoc Hidden Ones meeting to be interrupted.

The palace ceiling collapsed completely, leaving the interior in a state of chaos, while the wind and snow poured in from outside.

"Kardok!"

Caster, Anastasia confirms Kadoc's safety.

Kadoc barely escaped the collapse of the building. He knelt on one knee, protected behind his servant, and looked up warily at the man who was slowly descending from the snowstorm.

“It must have been over a year since we met like this, back when the incineration of humanity began.” Shiomi extended her hand in an inviting gesture. “I think there must be a reason why the members of Group A became Hidden Ones. Could you come with me? At least we can have some peace.”

His face was kind, yet he made no attempt to conceal his dangerous attitude.

Obviously, if Kadoc refuses, he will remove Kadoc's fighting ability and take him back to New Chaldea.

"I will not allow you to touch Kadoc in the slightest. Master of Chaldea, please turn into solid ice on the Russian land right here."

Anastasia launched an attack on Shiomi without hesitation.

"Stop! Anastasia—!"

When Caster cast the spell, Kadoc only had time to say this one sentence.

Volume 9: The History of Filtering Strange Tales

Prologue: The Frozen Empire, Melting (1)

Anastasia collapsed into Kadoc's arms, blood gushing from her mouth.

With a bowl-sized hole pierced in her chest and her spirit core completely destroyed, her life as a Servant had quietly come to an end.

The battle ended in just a moment.

Anastasia misjudged many things.

The reason she was able to attack Shiomi from behind so easily in Antarctica Chaldea and temporarily control his movements with ice was simply because Shiomi had not yet recovered from the damage inflicted on the Temple of Time, and Kirei Kotomine was drawing attention from the front, which gave her an opportunity.

Now, facing Shiomi, who is in perfect condition and has lived for 6000 years, there is naturally no chance of victory.

“Anastasia…why…” Kadoc, kneeling on the ground and holding the Servant, looked up and glared at Shiomi.

But that gaze only lasted a few seconds before it gave way to Shio's cold, piercing eyes.

Kadoc knew that he had no reason or right to hate the other party.

This is war, a war between Pan-Human History and the Lostbelts. The whole thing became clear when they became the Hidden Ones.

Moreover, Shiomi had already offered sufficiently lenient terms; it was Anastasia who preemptively ended the negotiations that had not yet begun, thus igniting this life-or-death battle.

"Now that the Servant is about to leave, can the Master who is now a recluse without a Servant come with us?" Shiomi asked again.

"It's not over yet. I still have the Great Command Spell; I can overturn everything with it—"

Kadoc did not give up.

As Masters of Group A, they were given something called the Grand Command Seals by Marisbury. Shiomi, however, happened to arrive at Chaldea the day before Marisbury died, so she did not come into contact with the Grand Command Seals.

Then, Anastasia, knowing the cost of the Grand Command Spell, grasped Kadoc's hand and stopped him.

“That’s…enough…It’s my fault for being weak, I don’t blame anyone.” Anastasia said, coughing up blood again, then turned her increasingly lifeless eyes to Shiomi, “Master of Chaldea…can you guarantee you won’t harm Kadoc?”

“I already said, we’re just taking this guy back. Whether he’s put in solitary confinement or something else is up to us, but there’s no need to kill him,” Shiomi said, looking down at the other person.

“Is that so…” Anastasia closed her eyes, choosing to believe the enemy’s answer.

Her body gradually became transparent and disappeared from the palace, which had turned into ruins. Only Kadoc remained kneeling there, his empty hands hanging down, his head bowed and silent.

"Shall we go?" tide Jian urged again.

“I refuse…” Kadoc raised his head, about to refuse his words, he chose to stay in this Lostbelt and be buried with Anastasia.

However, before he could finish speaking, Kadoc, who met Shiomi's gaze, collapsed uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have time to waste here with you,” tide Jian said. “If you have any complaints, let’s discuss them when the other Hidden Ones are ‘gathered’ together.”

As he spoke, he touched his eyes.

Star Eyes' power is extraordinary. With just a glance, tide Jian can make an elite sorcerer like Kadoc fall into a deep sleep under the influence of suggestion.

"Baghster".

Then, Shiomi spoke.

Bagst, who had joined the attack on this side, jumped down from the palace wall and knelt on one knee: "What are your orders, Your Majesty the God-King?"

"Get up first." tide Jian raised her hand, her face full of helplessness. "I am no longer a God King, so there is no need for you to bow to me."

"But you are His Majesty Morgan..."

tide Jian was taken aback. He thought for a moment and held up a finger: "Then how about you call me Wang Fu?"

“The King’s Consort…?” Bagst thought it seemed quite reasonable.

"Let's leave these minor details for after the evacuation." Morgan descended from the sky. "The suppression has been achieved throughout Moscow; all that remains are the Lostbelt King and the Imaginary Tree. Next—"

Before she could finish speaking, the red spear flew over her shoulder and headed straight for the shadow of the ruins behind her.

"What are you planning to do hiding in the shadows? Rescue the captured Kadoc? Or are you planning to ambush our comrades in the chaos?" Shio asked.

Morgan turned her head slightly and saw a man emerge from the shadows.

“Kirei Kotomine? Or should we call him Gregory Rasputin?” Morgan teased.

"It doesn't matter what you call her, Queen of the destroyed Britain." Kirei Kotomine deliberately used the title to mock her. "But the people of Chaldea are really terrifying. From entering the Lostbelt to attacking Moscow, it took less than half a day. His Excellency Rasputin realized that there was no way to turn the tide, left his power to me, and then left."

"So, you're just Kirei?" Shiomi licked her lips. "Perfect, the score in Antarctica isn't settled yet. Caster is dead, and now it's your turn, Kirei Kotomine."

"That's too kind of you," Kirei chuckled. "I'm not as reckless as that princess, who would stubbornly confront an enemy like you."

Morgan raised his hand, and magic, poised to strike, enveloped the area: "Unlike when I was a Servant, I am now my true self."

"If I didn't have a way to escape, how would I be here?" Kirei said, his arms behind his back. "Thanks to your massive attack on Moscow, His Majesty the Tsar, who was sleeping, has awakened."

As if echoing Kirchhoff's words, the ground of Moscow began to shake uncontrollably.

The powerful earthquake caught Bagst off guard, causing him to lose his balance and have to stick his sword into the ground to stay upright amidst the tremors.

A dozen seconds later, the highest snow-capped mountain outside Moscow exploded in the earthquake.

A mountain-like monster emerged from within; it was a gigantic mammoth.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my capital?!"

A deep, furious voice boomed, sounding like thunder amidst the wind, snow, and dark clouds, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

“That is the king of this Lostbelt, your true enemy, Ivan the Terrible.”

Upon hearing Kirito's introduction, Morgan didn't even turn his head. He raised his hand to unleash a spell, but missed.

As the man himself claimed, he had planned to retreat from the beginning and would never fight Shiomi and Morgan here.

“Baghster, you’re in charge of taking Kadoc and getting him to join the others.” Shio looked at Morgan. “I suppose you’re getting bored with the siege. The warm-up is over; now it’s time for the main battle.”

“Your Majesty Morgan, let me also—” Bagst volunteered.

"It's not too late to finish the task at hand before heading to the battlefield."

After saying that, Morgan took Shiomi's hand and flew with her to the snowfield where Ivan the Terrible had appeared.

Prologue: The Frozen Empire, Melting (2)

After transforming into a mammoth-like monster the size of a mountain, the earth trembled violently with every step Ivan the Terrible took.

"It really is a huge monster; it's a bit tricky to confront it directly."

Shiomi landed on Ivan the Terrible's path, brandished her crimson spear, and then pointed it at the Terrible.

From between the fallen trees, two frost dragons soared into the sky and barely managed to land on the mountain-like mammoth's body, temporarily immobilizing it.

Outside of a fixed barrier, even with favorable terrain, it is impossible to create a familiar of comparable size when performing such magic.

Of course, this was only because Xijian herself was not satisfied.

Upon realizing he couldn't move, Ivan the Terrible's eyes quickly caught sight of Shiomi standing in the snowy forest, and he demanded, "Who dares to block my path? Anastasia, have you betrayed me?!"

Clearly, the Thunder Emperor did not trust Anastasia, and his relationship with the Hidden Ones was not one of cooperation, but rather one of mutual exploitation.

"Anastasia is dead." Shiomi spread her arms wide, and the blizzard, which had intensified due to the Thunder Emperor's appearance, became even more violent. "We are the Chaldea of ​​Pan-Human History, and we will fight against the Lostbelt King here. Ivan the Terrible, this is where you will die!"

"Chaldea? So there are still survivors!" Ivan the Terrible roared in fury once more.

The giant monster began to move its feet, intending to crush the humans, who looked like ants, under its feet.

“Survivors? Well said!” Shio chuckled, then pointed her gun at Lei Di and declared loudly, “We, the survivors of pan-human history, will utterly crush your ambitions!”

"You mere old-timer! Don't be so presumptuous—!!!"

Along with this sound, blue lightning began to surge around the monster, and immense magical power raged forth.

Ivan the Terrible was about to launch an attack.

“That’s our line!” Shio retorted fiercely. “Look up at the sky, Ivan the Terrible! Blinded by the blizzard, have you noticed that your days are numbered?”

"what?"

Although Ivan the Terrible did notice that the blizzard around him had become so fierce that even he could not see clearly through it.

He surmised that it was most likely the Chaldeans in front of him who had disrupted the weather in the area.

But Ivan the Terrible was confident that a mere blizzard could be torn apart by a single breath.

So when the Thunder Emperor actually tore through the blizzard and saw the woman standing there under the dark, cloud-covered sky, he instantly realized that the situation was deteriorating further.

Magic began to gather between the mammoth's sharp tusks, aiming at Morgan.

"Oath—Sword of Victory—!!!"

From the snowy forest on the left, golden light shot into the sky and fell straight down, aiming at Ivan the Terrible's body, whose head was fused with the mammoth monster.

"Ugh—!!!"

Artoria seized the opportunity to unleash her Noble Phantasm, but the Holy Sword, instead of severing the Mammoth Beast's head, was instead absorbed by Ivan the Terrible's main body, which was located at the head, using its remaining power.

The immense pressure of the holy sword caused the ground beneath the mammoth's feet to crack and eventually shatter, causing its entire body to sink into it.

With no time to continue accumulating magic power, the Thunder Emperor barely managed to control the beast's body, aiming his lightning-filled fangs at Morgan in the sky.

He could sense that some massive Noble Phantasm was accumulating magical power, and if he didn't interrupt this process here, he would surely die.

Now, Ivan the Terrible no longer wanted to pursue Anastasia's responsibility.

Such an enemy is not even a match for his Black Dog Private. His previous attack on Chaldea in Antarctica was entirely due to the advantage of a surprise attack.

"I am Russia, the one who bears the weight of this world! How can I lose here to you old-fashioned people!"

The magic between the two teeth was compressed to its limit.

Just before its release, two crimson spears violently pierced through the teeth, disrupting the original flow of magic and irreversibly weakening the impending eruption of lightning. No matter how the Thunder Emperor tried to salvage the situation, he could not stop the process.

If the curse on the gun cannot be removed, the Twin Fangs will be unable to be used as a weapon to launch magical attacks.

The mammoth swayed from side to side, struggling to emerge from the crater, but the Thunder Emperor suddenly felt a murderous aura, colder than the Russian permafrost, emanating from behind him.

Although he couldn't turn around completely, he still managed to detect the attack route through the surrounding magic. Suddenly, the pair of fangs on his head grew rapidly, enveloping his entire body, preventing Shiomi and Scáthach from piercing through the crimson spears they thrust out together.

He raised his scepter high, and countless bolts of lightning raced along the body of the mammoth, but Shiomi and Scáthach walked on flat ground, running and dodging as if stepping on the mammoth's body.

The overwhelming lightning barely forced them to break free from the mammoth beast's body. The Thunder Emperor quickly propelled the massive body into the air, and the moment it landed, the shockwave instantly destroyed the snow forest, turning it into a barren wasteland with no shelter.

Any living thing that existed here was instantly reduced to pulverized flesh and blood, merging with the soil.

This is how it should be—