Crown Dead

According to legend, he holds the fire of purgatory in East Asia, and was given the protection of immortality by the goddess of the underworld. He can use god-made weapons at will, drive armies from the dead, monsters from the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, and even have the right to life and death of the original mother goddess.

"He is extremely contradictory, full of paradoxes everywhere, just like you, Master."

Baimao straightly told what he had learned about the paradox Hassan.Even Kotomine Kirei had to pay attention to this guy.

If everything is true, then this supermodel heroic spirit is likely to be the "heresy" in this Holy Grail War.Moreover, a servant with this level of ability is likely to pose a threat to the oldest hero king summoned by his master.

Kotomine Kirei gave up the idea of ​​leaving the church, he sat in a corner of the church and prepared to witness the arrival of the paradox Hassan together with the other clones of Baimao.

The church was an absolutely neutral buffer zone in the entire war, no one would choose to open a station here, all Kotomine Kirei had to do was observe that guy full of contradictions.

And the party involved in all these legends was inexplicably given a title that sounded quite compelling. Of course, he didn't know that he had just been blown away by nearly 2000 words by Baimao.At this moment, he was pulling Ai Lei to walk on the streets of Fuyuki at night - because he had no money to take a taxi and no means of transportation.

Time passed by, just when Kotomine Kirei thought that Paradox Hassan would not come, the heavy door of the church was gently pushed open.A young man with long black hair and plain, yet uncontrollable, death-like eyes stepped into the church.

"Hi, I'm invited here—"

- Can't be wrong...!The overflowing breath of the underworld, the breath of the valley that cannot be imitated by anyone, the lingering sound of the evening bell, the revulsion towards the world of the living from the inside out, this is definitely...

"boom!"

The black-haired youth closed the door of the church, and it was at this moment that a huge roar interrupted Baimao's thinking.

For some reason, the extremely heavy door of the direct church broke from the joint, and smashed straight at "Paradox Hassan".

"What the fuck-"

Boom!

The loud noise was accompanied by thick smoke. After the dust cleared, he stood among the ruins with his hands firmly pointed forward with his index finger.

"..." "..."

Kotomine Kirei turned his head to look at Momomo beside him, Momomo shook his head in a panic and wiped his sweat.

"This, this kind of guy obviously can't be Paradox Hassan..."

"Damn it! You fooled me here just to kill me with this despicable trap! It's a pity, if I'm frightened by this level, I'm no good! Let me tell you, You need to pay a hush money, I don’t have a few million yen, I just stay here today!”

Xian Yu got up from the coffin, and while taking a picture of the ashes on his head, he pointed at this group of people who were "live live to watch their own demise" and complained loudly, trying to make a fortune by the way.

"Hassan the paradox of being recognized by the crowned assassin and beheading the gods?" Kotomine Kirei looked at Baimao around him with sharp eyes.

"Don't say it, really don't say it."

Baimao covered his face, sure enough, such things as legends are legends, and those who try to find out whether it is true or not will only humiliate themselves like themselves.

"So many people are here, is there anyone in charge?"

Xian Yu roughly glanced around, although he was surrounded by more than 80 black skulls, but no one seemed to want to take the initiative to contact him.

——What on earth are these guys calling themselves here for, really just to smash my head with a door panel?

Xianyu didn't notice Kotomine Kirei in the corner, and when he was about to go back outside with Ailei, the purple long-haired devil muscular girl who was the leader of Baimao got up and walked over.

Although I don't know why it looks full of killing intent.

"Hey! That idiot brunette over there!"

"what?"

Xianyu was stunned for a moment, Baimao had already walked to his side.

"What I'm after are the 20 Hassans known as 'paradoxes', not an idiot like you who can be shot into the floor every time you enter the door!"

"Huh!? No, the hanging hair door fell down on its own pia! It's my fault!"

"If it is the real paradox Hassan, he will definitely use his superb technology to reverse the time of the gate at the moment it fell down, and return it to its original intact state!"

"You treat me like a cow dung!? And who is the paradox Hassan after all? Why do you want me to take the blame for the wrong person!"

"I clearly sensed the aura of King Hassan before, and even heard the sound of the evening bell!"

Baimao questioned Xianyu loudly, and the latter, with a very subtle expression of bewildered, black lines, and blue veins, also explained loudly: "Because that's Wang Hala! I accidentally put the sleeping master I was called here. The old man couldn’t sleep well and got up too angry. He cut me off and went back. You see, the neck is still warm. It’s still cool, master~”

"Don't be so happy about being beheaded?! No—Wang Ha has been here before?? No—then what is the death-like breath on your body?"

"That...hehehe, I accidentally got too close to the cute boss on the way here, hehehe, hehehe."

"It's so disgusting to laugh at! And who is it with?? The god of death! The god of death who eats apples with a notebook!"

Baimao complained loudly at Xianyu's sudden nympho laugh.

"Then why did you show that expression of disregard for life when you entered the door?"

"Uh... I just feel that the ventilation in the church is very poor, it's full of dust and I want to sneeze."

"In short, the legends can't be all false! You can lead the monsters—"

"That's the ability of the green fur turtle."

"—can use the undead"

"That's the ability of the boss. She's outside chatting with passing ghosts right now."

"——Confrontation with Wang Hassan without losing the wind"

"Pull J8, it's just used as a whetstone."