The male King Arthur had once revealed that the Holy Grail had been tainted by All the World's Evils.
This might be the key clue.
Kiritsugu thought so, yet he still organized his equipment. If possible, he also wanted to prepare some heavy weaponry.
"Maiya, do we have anything stronger? Even nuclear?"
Kiritsugu asked with a cold expression, extinguishing the cigarette in his mouth.
He didn't particularly like smoking. If not for the pressure from dreams or the unknown future vision he'd just seen—something too overwhelming for him—He wouldn't smoke to calm himself. He had quit smoking nine years ago.
"Right now, only a few major countries possess nuclear weapons. It's not something we can obtain."
Maiya replied without hesitation. Although Magecraft was mysterious, Magus were merely a profession.
Before actual government politicians, unless they were Grand-ranked or even Magician-tier individuals, Magus couldn't win.
Obtaining nukes was too delusional.
Magus were simply a more mysterious profession. Even in ancient times, or even during the Age of Gods, Magus were always like sewer rats in the shadows.
Especially in the modern age of advanced productivity.
In the eyes of high-ranking officials, the existence of Magus wasn't a secret. They simply lacked popularity, and once widely known, they would become like maggots—mysteries stripped away.
The most crucial point was, once Magecraft principles were researched, the mystery vanished.
Thus, the magical world and the surface world didn't have good relations.
Don't overestimate Magus. Some well-trained fighters could easily slaughter most Magus.
A sixteen-year-old boy, Soujuurou Shizuki, could defeat the Phantasmal Species Golden Wolf twice—even without physical strength above average.
One could imagine how strong superior fighters must be.
Magus could only act arrogantly within the magical world.
When facing national power, they remained helpless. Even in certain world lines, the Greater Grail itself could be seized by others.
"Try anyway. Who knows, it might work?"
Kiritsugu didn't want to place hope in illusions either.
But he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario—preparing to perish alongside humanity's strongest weapon.
Just as before, for the sake of this world, Fuyuki City could also be sacrificed.
"I'll contact the intermediary."
Maiya said nothing, immediately contacting the broker.
Kiritsugu lit another cigarette and took a deep drag.
Soon after, the intermediary responded.
"Brother Emiya, I guarantee you won't guess what we've gotten."
A rough voice came through the phone.
These were people he knew from his time on the battlefield. Many of his weapons came through them.
"We've obtained an unexploded nuclear bomb in Florida, USA. I don't know if Brother Emiya is interested?"
"How much?"
Kiritsugu didn't hesitate, immediately leaving the price to the other party. Whatever the cost, he would buy it.
After all, an unused nuclear bomb was useless to them, but with alchemical Magecraft, reigniting it wouldn't be difficult.
"Brother Emiya, you're truly straightforward. The fixed price is five million US dollars."
"Fine."
Then Kiritsugu hung up and took a strong puff of his cigarette.
Now things might have reached their most dangerous point.
They could even obtain nuclear bombs. How anxious was the Counter Force?
Though he'd acquired the nuke, Kiritsugu felt no desire to laugh.
He could only hope that humanity's proudest weapon could kill All the World's Evils.
He hadn't fully believed King Arthur's words at first, but now he believed them slightly.
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At the Church.
Risei, with white hair and wearing Supervisor attire, deeply bowed to Kiritsugu.
"Thank you for the information you provided. In return, until the Holy Grail War ends, the Church will offer protection for you and your wife."
After that, Kiritsugu left. He needed to seek help from the Einzbern family.
As a Magus family skilled in alchemy, it shouldn't be difficult to repair an unexploded nuclear bomb into a portable tactical nuke.
"So the mud really was there!"
Inside the Church, Gilgamesh spoke with a savage, brutal expression.
He now desperately wanted to vent his rage, furious that such filth dared taint his body.
As a Demi-God, Gilgamesh could perceive the essence of the letter even with Sha Naqba Imuru sealed.
The letter was poisoned—or rather, the entire letter was essentially a creation of an extremely filthy virus.
When he touched it, the invasive virus tried to infect him, penetrating cells within his body.
If not for the relevant Elixirs within the Gate of Babylon and the fact that he was essentially a Servant body,
He might have actually been infected.
That's why he was so enraged.
Worse, due to the massive number of black letters falling, the entire Fuyuki City was now filled with Blacklight Virus mixed with All the World's Evils.
To him, the whole city smelled like excrement.
Even worse, he'd touched it with his own hands. He genuinely felt disgusted.
Originally, All the World's Evils was already disgusting enough, let alone the even more repulsive Blacklight Virus.
This thing was a virus that truly turned humans into mud (Zombies).
Gilgamesh was utterly disgusted.
Yet, despite his disgust, in critical moments, he would bear everything by suppressing his revulsion.
Right now, he only wanted to completely annihilate the disgusting All the World's Evils that made people cease being human!
He must eradicate this thing that turned ordinary people into Zombies!
As soon as he finished speaking, Gilgamesh's figure vanished, transforming into Spirit Form.
Then he appeared at Ryuudou Temple.
Currently, those gathered at Ryuudou Temple weren't just him.
There was also Scáthach from the Land of Shadows, King of Conquerors Iskandar.
And King Hassan, standing silently beside them, Azrael in hand.
They had all gathered here thanks to clues provided by the Church.
"Where are the other Servants? Why have only a few heroes come?"
Iskandar said with slight dissatisfaction. He still wanted to see the heroic styles of other heroes. Of course, he'd prefer other heroes witnessing his army.
It would be even better if they were willing to join under his banner.