174: Chapter 174 Facing the Origin

After a brief rest, the group immediately pressed on toward the Gun Barrel Building that pierced the clouds in the very center of Shinjuku city.

It was the headquarters of the Phantom Demon Alliance and the final bastion for ending this conspiracy to blow up the Earth.

However, just at the intersection only two blocks away from the building...

"Bang, bang, bang—!"

A series of dull yet terrifyingly powerful magical bullets tore through the night, exploding into a row of deep craters at the feet of PD and the others, the splashing debris clattering against the walls.

Looking in the direction the bullets came from, one could see at the highest point of the barricade ahead, that Emiya Alter with pale short hair and dark skin was holding dual pistols, looking down at them from a commanding height.

And behind him, dozens of fully armed Shinjuku Gang members had blocked the only path to the Gun Barrel Building completely.

"It's this troublesome guy again."

Jeanne d'Arc gritted her teeth, and a layer of vengeful black flames ignited on the tattered war flag in her hand.

The frustration of being chased and bombed across three streets by this killer previously flooded her mind instantly.

"Prepare for an assault; we cannot waste time here."

Saber Alter's eyes were cold as ice, and the pitch-black holy sword in her hand had already locked onto the figure on high.

She exerted force with her legs and shot into the sky like a black cannonball, heading straight for Emiya Alter's face!

Facing this thunderous sword strike, Emiya Alter narrowed his eyes slightly.

He dodged the blade, and the dual guns in his hands gathered high-concentration magical energy, pulling the triggers against the holy sword without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The blade and magical bullets collided violently in mid-air, and the raging shockwave instantly overturned the abandoned vehicles nearby!

PD watched the battle nervously from below, his brain rapidly calculating the magical energy consumption of both sides.

With Saber Alter's current state, if they were to really fight this murderous blackened Archer to the bitter end, even if they could win, their side would definitely pay a painful price.

However, just when everyone thought a tragic fight to the death was about to break out...

A scene that made everyone's jaws drop appeared.

Emiya Alter, in mid-air, rolled backward after taking Saber Alter's sword strike and landed steadily.

He shook his slightly numb wrist, and then, surprisingly, he directly holstered the two modified pistols that were exuding a dangerous aura back into the holsters at his waist!

He didn't even glance at the Chaldea group who were on high alert, casually straightened his tattered red coat, and took a step to the side, yielding a wide path leading directly to the Gun Barrel Building.

"You may pass."

Emiya Alter's voice remained as cold as frost, as if the earth-shattering clash just now was merely a perfunctory stage movement.

This sudden maneuver left PD completely dumbfounded.

"What's the situation? Not fighting anymore?"

PD's hand holding the Command Spell hung in mid-air, his face full of question marks.

The group of Shinjuku Gang members standing behind Emiya Alter looked at each other in confusion.

One of the gang members gathered his courage and stepped forward: "Sir? Why did you let them in? The Professor's orders were...!"

"Shut up."

Emiya Alter gave the leader a cold glance, his golden eyes revealing a murderous intent that made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"The strength of those Servants exceeds the estimates; a frontal defense will only increase casualties in vain. You pieces of trash stay here and wait for orders; I will go in and pursue them alone."

After speaking, he didn't even look back, walking straight with heavy steps and disappearing into the darkness along the fire escape on the outside of the building.

Watching this ridiculous scene, the tens of thousands of viewers in the live stream were stunned at first, and then instantly burst into an ocean of laughter:

"Holy cow! This acting! This throwing of the fight is so big the Pacific Ocean could barely contain it!"

"What the hell is 'frontal defense will only increase casualties in vain'! Big brother, you didn't even use your ultimate move, okay!"

"Case closed, brothers! Even if his skin turned black, an Ally of Justice is still an Ally of Justice after all! Red A is an undercover agent here!"

"His body is in the enemy camp, but his heart is with the good guys; Emiya has really mastered the art of the double agent!"

PD watched the comments and instantly realized what was happening.

He immediately commanded everyone to pass through the defensive line and stepped into the first-floor lobby of the Gun Barrel Building without hesitation.

Since the enemy cadre had voluntarily thrown the fight and opened the door, the subsequent battles became exceptionally easy.

Inside this Gun Barrel Building, known as the "final bastion," those seemingly impregnable defensive positions and mechanical guards became a one-sided mowing game in front of Jeanne d'Arc and Saber Alter, who were fully buffed with the Evil attribute.

"Boom!"

Following a violent black flame from Jeanne d'Arc, the last thick bulletproof door leading to the top-floor control room was completely melted.

PD, with Sherlock Holmes, the old man, and two escorting Servants, cut through everything like a knife through butter and finally stepped into the luxurious office that had once imprisoned him.

In front of the huge blackboard filled with complex calculations at the end of the office, an old man with white hair, wearing a sophisticated tailcoat and leaning on a cane, was standing with his back to them, admiring the night view of Shinjuku outside the window.

Hearing the commotion of the door being broken open, the old man slowly turned around.

That face was exactly like the "Good James Moriarty" who had been following PD, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The only difference between the two was that the original standing in front of the blackboard exuded a terrifying ruling power from head to toe, as if he had seen through everything in the world and regarded all living beings as mere grass.

"What a wonderful breakout performance, Master of Chaldea."

The Evil Professor bowed slightly, a calm and unhurried smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

His gaze swept over the old man and Sherlock Holmes standing behind PD, his smile becoming even richer, "And my other half, as well as this long-lost great detective."

"Stop putting on an act, you old fox."

PD stepped forward, his tone filled with the confidence of an overwhelming army, "Your Phantom Demon Alliance has been completely wiped out, and now you are the only one left as a commander without an army. Your crazy theory about blowing up the Earth ends here!"

Facing PD's declaration of war, the Evil Professor laughed lowly, as if he had heard some wonderful joke.

The laughter echoed in the empty office, carrying a hair-raising pleasure.

"Commander without an army? Completely wiped out?"

The Evil Professor shook his head gently and tapped a string of core formulas on the blackboard with his fingertip, "Master of Chaldea, your vision still remains in the blind spot of mortals."

He leaned on his cane and walked to the desk, unhurriedly.

"Do you think that Sherlock Holmes' little bit of smart-aleck hacking technology could really bypass the highest defense of this building and rescue you from here silently?"

"There is no such thing as coincidence in all of this."

The Evil Professor spread his arms, like a crazy orchestra conductor conducting a symphony, his tone filled with a suffocating fanaticism.

"From the moment you stepped into Shinjuku, you being kidnapped, Sherlock Holmes being forced to appear to save you, you step by step seeing through the true names of the Phantasms, killing the Wolf King..."

"All of this, every single bit, is just a few of the most precise and indispensable parameters in this perfect formula on my blackboard!"

"I let you destroy the alliance, I let you grow. The purpose was to make you willingly, filled with the foolish sense of justice of saving the world, walk step by step into the very center of this Gun Barrel Building!"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's minds.

"What exactly are you plotting?!"

PD shouted sternly.

The elegance on the Evil Professor's face vanished instantly.

His eyes became crimson as blood at this moment, and a massive, ancient, and nauseating wave of magical energy erupted from the depths of his spirit origin like a volcano without any warning!

"What am I plotting?"

The Evil Professor's voice became overlapping and distorted, as if hundreds or thousands of souls were roaring at the same time.

On the face that originally belonged to an elderly scholar, strange purple-red magic circuits, protruding like blood vessels, appeared.

"Starting from that absurd Grand Temple of Time..."

That overlapping, inhuman voice echoed in the top-floor office, filled with endless malice and arrogance, "I have been dormant in this small Singularity, hiding my aura like a rat, and surviving for three whole thousand years!"

"Three thousand years of time, I only waited for this one moment!"

"Waiting for you old humans who ruined our great cause to voluntarily step into this perfect trap called 'destruction'!"