179: Chapter 179 The Assemble of Famous Detectives!

PD watched the three Servants before him, who had appeared like gods descending from the heavens, and was so excited he nearly jumped up.

"The Count! Why are you all here?!"

Edmond Dantès adjusted the top hat on his head, a wild, arrogant arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"No need to be so surprised, my accomplice."

"To be entrusted by others is to be loyal to their affairs. I have simply received a commission."

He pointed at the blue-haired boy behind him who was furiously tapping away at a tablet computer.

"And my task is to act as a bodyguard, to safely escort this complaining third-rate fairy tale writer to your presence."

"Shut up! Who are you calling a third-rate writer?!"

Andersen, his fingers flying across the tablet, cursed angrily.

"Who wants to work overtime in this godforsaken place! And having to collaborate with that William Shakespeare who writes vulgar plays? It's a catastrophe in literary history!"

Hearing Andersen's words, Professor Moriarty snorted coldly, staring intently at the few Servants before him.

"So what if reinforcements have arrived! In this ultimate battle of wits, Sherlock Holmes, due to his carelessness, has already been turned into food for my spirit origin!"

"The world's smartest, most famous detective is dead!"

"What kind of waves can you possibly make with just the two of you Avengers and a brat who only knows how to write fairy tales?!"

"How arrogant, James Moriarty."

Andersen stopped typing and slowly looked up.

The sharp light flickering behind his lenses seemed capable of seeing through all the stories and scripts in this world.

"You did indeed win against Sherlock Holmes once; you killed that most famous, most great detective."

"But, old man of the criminal world, haven't you misunderstood something very fundamental?"

Andersen stepped forward, his voice carrying a power unique to a writer, one that shook the heart:

"Do you think that in this vast history of human literature, the term 'detective'..."

"...refers only to Sherlock Holmes alone?!"

Boom!

Andersen's words were like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely at everyone's hearts.

"Dupin, from the pen of Edgar Allan Poe!"

"Poirot, written by Agatha Christie!"

"Ellery Queen, Philip Marlowe..."

With every name Andersen called out, goosebumps broke out all over PD and the viewers in the livestream!

"In this world, for every countless mystery, there are countless detectives born to solve them!"

"Those [Great Detectives] who exist in fantasy, endowed with expectation and soul by countless readers—there are more than thousands of them!"

Professor Moriarty froze for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter.

"Hahahaha! Absurd!"

"They are nothing but a group of defective products that don't even have enough fame!"

"They don't even count as Heroic Spirits; they are just a group of [Phantasms] that cannot be summoned individually! What can you change by summoning a bunch of shadows with zero combat power?!"

"Indeed, under normal circumstances, they are truly just insignificant Phantasms."

At this moment, a sneer full of mockery and even arrogance curled at the corner of Andersen's mouth.

"But, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself and Demon God Pillar Baal for being too clever by half!"

"In order to destroy the Earth, you specifically constructed this 'Shinjuku Stage' that allows [Phantasms] to fuse, materialize, and be endowed with authority!"

"It is the rules you yourselves constructed that made this impossible miracle possible!"

"It is you who personally handed this weapon to end your crimes into the hands of us writers!"

An ultimate reversal!

An ultimate payoff of foreshadowing!

Using the villain's own established rules to defeat the villain!

At this moment, the entire livestream chat was completely flooded with "Everyone stand up!"

All the players felt an electric current surge from their tailbones straight to the tops of their heads, their scalps tingling to the extreme!

"William Shakespeare! Stop playing dead, get to work!"

Andersen suddenly raised the tablet in his hand, and at the same time, it was as if a burst of laughter with a dramatic tone reached everyone's ears:

"Oh! This is the most perfect finale! We writers exist precisely for this moment of reversal!"

Before seeing the person, one heard the voice; the Noble Phantasm magical energy of that great playwright had completely intersected with Andersen's!

Two brilliant pillars of magical energy shot into the sky!

"This is a [secondary creation] based on reality!"

Amidst the howling wind, Andersen roared:

"Although these phantom images cannot rival that great Sherlock Holmes!"

"But only for now, only for this moment..."

"They will be more dazzling and brilliant than any Heroic Spirit!!!"

"The Story I Write for You (Märchen Meines Lebens)!"

"The time for the performance has come, there should be thunderous applause here (First Folio)!"

Rumble—!!!

The dazzling blue and gold magical energy transformed into countless flying characters, completely illuminating the night sky over the entire Gunsmith Tower building!

A complex summoning circle, vast to the point of suffocation, formed with a boom beneath everyone's feet!

Under the gaze of PD and all the players across the internet, who were shocked beyond measure...

The light dissipated.

A full two hundred [Shadow Servants] draped in various trench coats, holding pipes, pocket watches, or canes...

Those [Great Detective Phantasms] that exist in the history of human literature and fantasy, appeared like gods descending from the heavens!

In the dark night, they tightly surrounded this arrogant Napoleon of the criminal world!

"Amen..."

A kind, slightly chubby priest with a round face smiled and made the sign of the cross on his chest, "We have come to help Chaldea cross countless mysteries."

Beside him, a thin, gaunt old man who was boredly toying with a rope knot sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, as a fellow countryman, I originally wanted to defend you, this big shot of the criminal world... but since you want to destroy this beautiful planet, then let's forget it."

On the other side, a strange doctor with messy, bird's nest-like blonde hair adjusted his slipping glasses and bluntly passed judgment on Professor Moriarty's so-called perfect calculation.

"No matter how complex your mathematical model is, the truth of logic is always only one—2 plus 2 always equals 4!"

And in front of them, a gentleman in a suit and tie, with a serious expression, leaned on his cane and looked coldly at Professor Moriarty.

"Everyone, don't forget our purpose."

"If we don't let this Master say those words, it is impossible to truly defeat this King of Crime conceptually."

The livestream chat, at this moment, welcomed an unprecedented, ultimate explosion!

Those hardcore mystery fans and detective novel fanatics who usually lurk were all going crazy now, frantically typing exclamation marks on their screens!

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! The fat priest with a cross! The old man playing with a rope knot! And that 'Thinking Machine' who only recognizes 2+2=4!"

"Everyone stand up! Father Brown, The Old Man in the Corner, Professor Van Dusen! The gods of mystery novels have returned to their positions!"

"Old Thief Gu is awesome (voice cracking)!!! He actually materialized all the great detectives in the history of mystery!"

"As a ten-year veteran mystery fan, the moment I saw this group of ancestors come out and surround Professor Moriarty, I just burst into tears in my bed!"

"Double fandom joy, brothers! Even if they are just Phantasms that cannot be summoned individually, at this moment of solving the mystery, they are the most dazzling light!"

"PD, don't just stand there! Hurry up and say that line! Give this old fox the final blow!"

Facing this star-studded net of Great Detectives, and the brilliance of truth that seemed to want to completely drown him.

The mockery on Professor Moriarty's face finally faded away bit by bit, replaced by a desperate, do-or-die madness.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha! In that case!"

The old man suddenly reached into his bosom.

When he pulled his hand out again, a dazzling, yet infinitely malicious golden light instantly illuminated the entire night sky!

That was—the source that triggered all disasters and miracles!

[Holy Grail]!