Roland was enjoying the pain on his body.
The Winter Saint embracing him is the core of the Holy Grail Center—the ever-expanding and proliferating magic circuit.
It is a magically replaced human body universe, and within it, the most sincere wishes and abilities of the system itself are contained.
The third magic - Cup of Heaven.
Angola Mainyu relied on this to obtain his body, so he could turn the black mud into flesh and blood, and then use the power of the rat charm to cast his body.
Roland knew a long time ago that the Holy Grail is not a universal wish-making machine, but there is only one wish that she can easily fulfill, which is the materialization of the soul itself.
This was the goal that Einzbern later evolved into.
The goal of the contracted spirit of the Holy Lord is to be resurrected and to obtain a body that matches his own soul. So what could be a more suitable object than the body made from his innate soul as a template?
However, this transformation process is by no means easy. The Holy Grail's method is really rough.
It was directly modeled on Roland's own body and began to engrave new postures on it.
This feeling is like being conscious and feeling the pain spreading from all parts of the body, like a patient lying on the operating table who suddenly wakes up in the middle of the operation.
Unable to cry out, unable to vent the pain, I could only feel the coldness of the blade piercing the flesh in the darkness.
Roland's body expanded rapidly, and every cell was replaced, allowing strong, noble flesh, bones, and scales to be born from this embryo.
In Roland's self-perception, his body has become hazy.
But under the infusion of almost endless magic power, this hazy feeling is gradually fading away.
In fact, there was no need to understand it rationally. Roland felt that his whole body exuded a feeling of satisfaction, every cell, and this behavior made his body cheer.
Therefore, he began to greedily absorb the magic power around him, and even reached out to the surrounding central circuit.
It's hard not to be tempted by the magic that all magicians are willing to sacrifice everything to obtain, but Roland doesn't intend to swallow it all. Angola Mainyu has already proven the consequences of casually attacking a power he doesn't understand.
If the third magic was really that easy to reappear, Einzbern's tragic wish would not have lasted so long, let alone at this critical moment of evolution.
However, it’s okay to take advantage of it a little bit.
The dragon talisman carried by Roland was infected by this endless source of magic power, and fine cracks began to appear in the solid shell.
The shiny surface that was filled with magic power by Roland became restrained and dangerous again. This was the precursor of the revival of his divine power.
For Roland, this was enough.
With the help of the fetal membrane, which was not completely isolated, Roland could vaguely see the bright and dark starlight.
"Today's Fuyuki City is also very peaceful."
With a satisfied and expectant smile, Roland fell into a dream.
While Roland's will was sleeping, the outside world was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.
"Ex-calibur!"
The ever-victorious king once again pronounced the true name of Miracle, letting the brilliance of the Star Sword drown out all the disasters in front of him.
To be honest, Saber himself did not expect to be able to completely liberate the Holy Sword. At that time, he just had a wishful thinking and the idea of doing his best.
But no matter what thoughts he had in his mind, the scene was completely one-sided, and the light cannon emitted by the holy sword really evaporated everything around him.
The night sky was transformed into daylight by this absolute light, and Angola Mainyu and the surrounding black mud disappeared into the light.
Saber maintained an awe-inspiring stance and slowly landed on the ground. Although her body was still full of fatigue and pain, there was no doubt that the balance of victory had fallen on his side.
"Destroyed?"
Medea made a confused sound.
"It would be strange not to be wiped out. This kind of output is completely out of the ordinary, even the gods cannot compare. In front of this light of the planet, I would be surprised if he is still alive."
Ishtar complained mercilessly. Although this goddess did not look reliable, her vision was still outstanding.
"This guy is really unlucky. How dare he let this sword be released at such a close range..."
"That's not right," Saber suddenly raised her head, a feeling of uneasiness flashing through her highly concentrated mind.
There is no logic or reason, but this intuition has proven his reliability countless times.
"Be careful, this matter is not over yet!"
At this time, a change suddenly occurred.
The ground that had been evaporated was once again covered by black mud. Although the scale had shrunk again, the black mud was still spreading ruthlessly.
In the new quagmire, the destroyed altar rose again, and ten charms slowly hung in the air, but at this time, the two in the center were the ones engraved with horses and dogs.
"Holy Sword User... I really shouldn't underestimate you. I didn't expect that I, in my prime, would be killed so easily."
Angola Mainu gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for these two charms, I would really have died without a burial place."
It's broken, it's broken.
This is Angola Mainyu's only thought at the moment. His arrogant attitude towards his followers is not groundless.
After all, Servants are only products born by intercepting the sides of heroic spirits. Although it does not affect some servants who are good enough to continue to exert extraordinary power, there is still a difference in the efficiency of exerting power.
Even if it is a top-level Noble Phantasm, it is impossible to destroy yourself with one blow.
But this naive idea was shattered when facing the holy sword. In the light that overwhelmed him, Angola Mainyu realized the power that he could not resist.
If it weren't for the talisman that was firmly hidden under his body and only suffered the impact of the aftermath, he might have died.
But even so, he will never feel uncomfortable. The divine power of the Horse Talisman and the Dog Talisman is in a seal. Even if he uses endless magic power to fill it, he cannot restore it to its original state in an instant. He needs to accumulate it for a while before he can Reproduce the previous posture.
"Fortunately, it seems that you are not free."
After being resurrected, Angola Mainyu showed a malicious expression. Neither Ishtar nor Medea were in good condition, especially Ishtar. The power of this uncontrolled goddess was already very weak.
As for the Holy Sword User, there is no need to say more. He releases all the magic power in one breath. No matter how outstanding the Demon Lord is, he cannot immediately regain his fighting power. What's more, using the body of a Servant at close range There is no way that the Holy Sword, which is fully liberating, can do nothing.
The broken wounds on Saber's body are the best proof.
"There is not much time left, I must kill you quickly. Just in time, all the puppets I saved before have been consumed by you, but it is not a loss to harvest three inverted servants. "
Facing Angola Mainyu's frivolous words, Saber silently raised the holy sword.
"We still have a chance. He is not in perfect condition now. If he breaks his spiritual core and releases the Noble Phantasm again, we will still be victorious."
He encouraged his companions around him with a firm voice, but all he got in return was Angora Mainyu's disdainful sneer.
"If I were the only one, this idea might be right, but unfortunately, human beings always bring about their own destruction. The bitter consequences you are facing today are exactly caused by the desires of the predecessors."
The black mud on Angora Mainu's body surged like a living thing, and finally opened a big mouth and spit out a heavy figure.
"It's him?"
Saber's pupils shrank and she looked at the figure who stood up slowly.
Since the other party stood on the ground, he began to spontaneously absorb the magic power around him, with an aura that was not inferior to that of the servants.
"Lancer's master?"
Medea also frowned and read out the identity of the figure.
"Who would have thought that a greedy magician would be the key to determining the outcome of this game? Because of his desire to survive, he took the body of the servant and took the initiative to put it into my mouth. It's great that I didn't eat you in the first place. ”
Angora Mainnu urged Danik with a twisted smile, "Quick, my slave, kill them!"
Darnic's body has turned iron gray, and his face is more like an inorganic clay doll.
His plan was originally very successful. After Lancer died, he did use the remains of the opponent's body to give birth to a body similar to a servant. Although it was just a youth version of Lancer and had no Noble Phantasm, this power could also be compared to a regular one. Servant.
But before he could be happy, the evils of this world had polluted his body. If the power of the Sheep Talisman hadn't been released, his soul might not have been able to escape the blame.
"Master, please grant me a small request."
However, after understanding the current situation, Danik quickly adapted to his identity.
"If I have to fight, I hope to get a stronger body. Master, please give me Saber's body when the time comes."
The magical power of the Sheep Talisman allows Darnic to freely occupy the body of the lost owner. Since we are in this situation anyway, why not sell ourselves at a higher price.
"I allow it. Now, go ahead."
"As commanded."
Danik couldn't help but smile happily as he looked at the situation where the servants he once longed for and envied could only be manipulated by others.
"Don't blame me, heroes. After all, I am a human being who will do anything to survive."
"Yeah, look what you're protecting!"
Hearing these words that made matters worse, Angora Mainnu also let out an evil laugh.
"Humanity is not worth saving! This is the fate of your heroes! Now, suffer death..."
Before Angolan Mainu finished speaking, the sky suddenly changed color and became blood red, and thunder continued to shuttle between the dark clouds, as if the world was cheering for the arrival of something.
Angola Mainnu did not dare to neglect, and subconsciously looked at the fetal membrane behind him. A pair of huge claws were protruding from it, tearing apart the weak restraints around it, and protruding his head.
It was no longer a human head, but belonged to a noble dragon.
The humanoid dragon slowly stretched its huge and strong body, wearing only a dark skirt and armor.
Roland looked at everything around him with satisfaction, feeling the signs of the Pact Spirit's digestion. His pupils lit up with scarlet light like flames, and he showed a ferocious smile between the sharp teeth.
"Hi everyone...it's great to be back."
He declared this fact in a hoarse and demonic voice, and then stared at Angora Mainyu, with obvious greed and even greater malice in his eyes.
"Now, it's time to settle the accounts."
At this moment, the demon of fire is standing on the earth!
(End of chapter)
