Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 463 The Lone King in the High Tower

A powerful flash of light appeared.

Everyone waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

"So, what about the Servants?" The host looked completely bewildered.

"What about me???" Hoshi asked the same question.

Not only did Star's servants not appear, but Eve's servants also did not appear.

"I really want to record this embarrassing moment of yours forever, and pass it down as a family heirloom to my descendants," Scott said, laughing as he walked over.

"I was worried that you would draw some incredible lucky lot and summon some terrible servant—but I never expected that you would be such a despicable person."

"Compared to you, even I, with my Servants, don't seem like a 'lone wolf' enough! How about I lend you that title for a couple of days? Hehehehe!"

"Ahem, of course, Director Eve is not included." Scott finally regained his composure.

However, Eve ignored him and stood there thinking about something.

Her follower seems to have attracted an old acquaintance...

Hoshino looked at Scott with a serious expression. "Are you my servant?"

Scott immediately went berserk.

"I'm not your servant! Idiot, I'm your rival! Bastard, you don't recognize me, do you?!"

"Let's not waste any more time. We should take advantage of the failed summoning ritual to make you taste all the humiliations I suffered in the past, with interest."

"But I'm a man of principle. Since you didn't summon a Servant, I won't use one to beat you up... brothers!"

Scott raised his hand, and several combat mechs rushed into the scene.

Company Employee A: "Wait, Commissioner Scott! Is this Director Eve? You didn't say the opponent was a director!"

Company employee B: "This is something we can't handle at all! I don't even want the overtime pay!"

Scott was furious. "You bunch of bastards, hold on!"

Before Scott could finish speaking, several company employees ran away.

Are you kidding me? The person on the other end is a board member! Do you think you've got too much to lose?

"As expected of my Servant, you scared everyone away with just one move. Hmm, not bad, not bad." Xing nodded in satisfaction.

This lone wolf is alright.

"Ughhhh, damn it!"

"Since that's the case, I won't hold back anymore!" Scott snapped.

"Assassin! Get him!"

Assassin appeared instantly beside Scott.

"Ready to film anytime! My producer!"

"A blood-soaked, interstellar hack-and-slash comedy, Action!"

Assassin snapped his fingers, and instantly countless Dream Theatre Troupes appeared, rushing towards Star like a tidal wave.

"What...what are these things?" Xing asked, her face filled with shock.

Assassin shook his head slightly, his tone dismissive. "They're just some insignificant extras."

“Show me some respect, this is a precious part of me!” Scott yelled.

“These extras will keep performing indefinitely until I yell ‘Cut,’” Assassin laughed.

"Hmph, hahaha, that's right, I'll exhaust you even if I can't beat you to death!" Scott became even more arrogant.

"Damn it, where is my Servant?!"

Xing summoned a baseball bat, and although he didn't understand what was happening, he immediately prepared to counterattack.

Just then, a cheerful voice rang out.

"I can't believe it. Outsiders are actually waging the Holy Grail War. This isn't the future, it's the end of the world."

Scott panicked, glancing around. "You bastard, who are you?"

"Watch closely, you clueless idiot. In a situation like this, you should... do this!"

With a "bang," a long spear came flying, instantly wiping out all the extras present.

Scott panicked completely. "What happened with those javelins? Why was the area cleared?"

"Could this guy be a Servant you summoned?! Assassin... Quick, think of something!"

Assassin's expression also visibly worsened.

"Someone's causing trouble. Producer, head-on confrontations aren't my forte. This guy causing trouble on set is clearly not someone to mess with. You'd better start your noble journey and get out of there!"

"Alright, alright, let's retreat." Scott had the same idea.

His body blurred along with Assassin and then disappeared from the set.

Scott's last words were: "Remember, I'm not running away, I'm making a strategic retreat."

"Wait, I will definitely come back!!"

"Tsk, so they've made the Master a spirit too? The Assassin class always seems to have some unpleasant abilities." Lancer appeared beside Hoshino, spitting out a saliva, seemingly disliking the Assassins.

Xing looked at the blue-haired man beside her and immediately understood something.

"Are you my servant?" she asked.

"Do I look like it?" Lancer sighed helplessly.

You can call me Lancer.

"This is certainly not my 'real name,' but you're about to leave the game, so my 'real name' is of no value to you."

"Goodbye, Master who cannot summon Servants."

Lancer's spear blazed with blue flames, ready to deliver a devastating blow to Xing, but a longsword deflected the spear's trajectory.

"What?" Lancer was somewhat shocked.

But seeing that the owner of the long spear had a yellow ahoge (a cowlick of hair), it wasn't surprising.

Saber, wearing a blue mini-skirt and black boots, turned to look at the stars.

"Tell me, are you my Master?"

"You? You're my servant?" Hoshino was somewhat unsure.

After all, so many blunders had occurred before, and none of them turned out to be her servants.

“Of course, my Master.” Saber nodded.

Lancer, standing to the side, frowned slightly. "It's you? Humph, what a terrible reunion."

Saber turned to Lancer and said, "That's what I think too, Lancer. With me here, I will not stand by and watch you harm my Master."

Saber raised his sword, ready to strike, but suddenly his body went limp, and he collapsed shakily.

Not only Xing, but even Lancer was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Xing asked anxiously.

Saber, lying on the ground, slowly turned her head, her weak voice rising along with the sound of thunder.

"Master, I'm sorry for showing such an embarrassing state right after we met."

"You may not be able to perceive it, but the amount of magic in the world you live in is negligible."

"And as a completely unknown otherworldly hero spirit like myself, I cannot gain any extra power through 'fame' or 'mystery'... Therefore, to maintain my combat strength... I can only rely on consuming massive amounts of energy."

"So, is there any food?" Saber finally asked.

"Huh?" Xing was completely bewildered.

Lancer burst into laughter, "Hahaha, heaven is on my side!"

"Being able to get rid of you is truly the greatest gain of my trip!"

The spear in Lancer's hand erupted with powerful flames once again, and his aura was also brought to its peak.

Saber, seeing Lancer's unwavering victory, couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

This was truly the worst Holy Grail War ever.

Just then, Eve, who had been slacking off in the back, suddenly moved.

A sky-blue sword bearing a harp symbol flew out and positioned itself between Saber and Lancer.

"What is this?" Lancer looked at the sword and felt a sense of fear.

The next second, an endless storm erupted from the sword, instantly tearing everything around it apart. Lancer was forced back several steps by its terrifying power.

"What is this?" Lancer asked, trying to see clearly as he fought off the storm.

A figure slowly emerged from the storm.

He was a proud and imposing man, dressed in fine silks and satins. His long, sky-blue hair stood firm against the fierce storm. Just one glance at him was enough to instill a sense of fear and pressure from the depths of one's being.

"Who...who are you?" Lancer asked, braving the storm.

The man in the storm spoke, “Berserker, you may also call me the Lone King of the Tower, Dekalabian.”

The storm subsided the moment the man's voice fell.

He held the ancient artifact in his hand, gazing arrogantly at Lancer in the distance.

"Berserker... to dare to reveal his real name directly, he truly lives up to the Berserker class."

Lancer instinctively took a step back; the pressure this man exuded was simply too overwhelming.

And only now did he notice that there was another Master behind him.

However, judging from the aura emanating from him, this Master's strength far surpasses that of this Berserker.

This Holy Grail War is in trouble.

Lancer instantly assessed the current situation and made a harsh statement.

"Consider yourselves lucky!"

After saying that, Lancer tried to escape the scene.

"Who said you could leave?" The majestic voice of the Lone King echoed like a shadow.

This gave Lancer, who was in the process of retreating, a jolt.

The next second, four walls of wind rose from the four corners of the sky, instantly trapping Lancer inside.

"How is this possible?" Lancer was utterly shocked.

Wasn't it supposed to be a Berserker? It sounds more like a Caster.

Lancer rammed into the wind wall with all his might, his spear even bending slightly, but the wind wall did not weaken in the slightest.

Stars in the distance stared blankly at this scene, feeling utterly shocked.

Who is this person? How can they be so strong? Incredibly strong!

That unparalleled aura, that imposing figure, and that elegant demeanor with every gesture... and then look at my own ahoge... well, there's simply no comparison.

The lonely king slowly stepped forward, his imposing aura increasing with each step, while the wind wall shrank accordingly.

Just as Lancer was about to be surrounded and killed, an arrow shot through the skyscrapers at incredible speed and struck the wind wall.

Upon closer inspection, the arrow turned out to be a sword.

With a loud "bang," an extreme explosion occurred.

Lancer seized the opportunity and thrust out his spear as well. With their combined efforts, they finally managed to create a small hole in the wind wall.

Lancer felt he had finally seen a glimmer of hope. Without the slightest hesitation, he instantly crawled out of the hole and ran away as fast as he could.

This blue-haired man is absolutely terrifying.

I can't even imagine how I would fight if I were to encounter such an opponent alone. The pressure is even stronger than that of Gilgamesh.

Upon seeing this, the king couldn't help but show a hint of anger on his face.

A fierce storm raged around him as he prepared to give chase, but Eve blocked his way.

"Never mind, let the kids have some time to play," Eve's voice came.

The moment he saw Eve, the anger on the king's face vanished, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Should I call you Eve, or Master?"

..........

Meanwhile, the golden moment.

Sand Gold sighed helplessly, "I've always been a gambler who walks the line between bad and good luck, but even for me, the result of this 'draw' is somewhat..."

Potio laughed, "I actually quite like your Servant. A partner who is principled and respects boundaries is at least more trustworthy than you scheming bastards as an ally."

Sand Gold nodded. "This is indeed an extraordinary Servant, but..."

"Who are you in Pinocene's history again?"

Archer was also quite helpless. "Dear Master, do I seem to have any connection with your strange world?"

“It seems that, like your follower, he also comes from another world.” Sand Gold understood something.

“I’m actually relieved. Thankfully, it wasn’t my world that turned into this decadent and decadent place in the future,” Archer said.

"His precious leg! Two outsiders summoned two outsiders. How did this 'Holy Grail War' become tainted by regional discrimination?" Potio was also quite helpless.

At that moment, Lancer returned looking disheveled.

"There are four. There are four Servants from other worlds."

"Besides our world, there is another world, whose origins are unknown..."

Archer chuckled coldly, "Oh! Cú Chulainn, you got beaten back?"

"If it weren't for my help, you would have been eliminated by now."

"You..." Lancer was immediately enraged.

"I hope you'll be able to smile again when you meet that man."

Lancer said with great certainty that only by getting up close could one know how terrifying that man was.

Like a god.

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