I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

"Hmph, the Clock Tower knew about this even before we did," Isayama Yomi said coldly, "What a master at keeping it a secret."

[Kyogoku Makoto calmly lifted his legs and placed them on the table. "It all comes down to the incompetence of our Spirit Summoning Department. They couldn't even detect this."]

[Hearing this, Nura Rikuo, who was observing the battle in the projection, became unhappy.]

"Heh... Normally, our Spiritual Summoning Division receives the least amount of resources, and now you're blaming us again."

"Isn't it your fault this time?"

[Kyogoku Makoto's eyes turned dangerous, and the magic channels in his fists flickered.]

Nura Rikuo was indifferent, with waves of magic power surging, and countless powerful Shikigami appeared behind him, "What, you want to fight? Who's afraid of who?"

“Okay, stop arguing!”

Hanakaiin Hidemoto rubbed his temples. "It's a matter of life and death. The Chairman has set the tone. For the sake of Tokyo, we must snipe the Heroic Spirits. Our target is the Dark King!"

[“The true identity is King Arthur in British mythology.”]

"Hmph! You should have said that earlier."

[Kyogoku Makoto slowly stood up, his eyes stern, and his hands clashed with his fists, creating powerful ripples.]

"My physical magecraft has already reached its peak. I'm only a step away from that realm. Even if I face a Heroic Spirit head-on, I won't be afraid. What's more, I still have..."

"I'm here."

[A country girl with long chestnut hair stood up and pushed up her glasses.]

She is one of the Onmyoji's directors, and prides herself on her enhanced magic, which reaches the limits of mortals. Combined with Kyogoku Makoto, who has mastered the art of physical combat to the fullest, they are more than capable of facing Heroic Spirits.

"Then, the frontal battlefield depends on you." Jianshan Huangquan said calmly.

Then, powerful magicians stood up one by one and issued orders from the center.

[The Onmyoji, an organization that has existed for over four hundred years since the end of the Warring States period, has begun to rapidly transform!]

[One by one, the gathered magicians received their orders and assembled, setting up a massive magic array on the spiritual vein beneath the square, large enough to cover half the city.]

【Just to... lead you into a trap! 】

“It looks so cool!”

Many people's eyes lit up.

Among so many powerful magicians, there should be one who can rival Luo Shu and King Purge.

There is hope for saving Tokyo!

……

[“Boom!!”]

Amidst the collision of two lightning bolts, one red and one black, the raging light cannons and the god-like figure of war rampaged through the Tokyo economic zone, recklessly passing through Hamura City, Higashikurume City, Inagi City, Kiyose City, Kodaira City, Komae City...

【23 special wards, 26 cities, 5 towns, 8 villages...】

[Half of the city was flooded by the dark red magic power and razed to the ground.]

[Black Saber raised her sword indifferently, her hair fluttering, and the wind started to blow.]

[Then it gradually expanded, forming a whirlwind that continued to expand until it carried air currents throughout the city.]

【Connecting the sky and the earth.】

[It's almost a force twelve storm near the center!]

[Swirring around the pitch-black demonic sword, the very concept of wind seemed to freeze at this moment.]

[The violent wind whipped up a piercing howl, and anyone who got close would have their eardrums shattered.]

[“Strike Air—!!”]

[Black Saber said coldly, slashing fiercely downwards.]

[This is the roar of the God of Wind, a scene resembling the end of the world.]

【The wreckage of the vehicle was swept away! 】

[There was a roar, and even rows of buildings weighing several tons rose from the ground!]

[It formed a ferocious dragon that drowned Hercules and destroyed countless buildings in the process.]

【"Roar!"】

[In the ruins, Hercules roared and raged. After taking a devastating blow from the Wind King's hammer, a bloody hole exploded in his chest. Countless flesh fibers then sprouted from nowhere, entwining and healing the wound frantically.]

[This is the power of the Twelve Trials! ]

The Berserker quickly recovered his peak strength, raised his Noble Phantasm-level stone axe and slashed fiercely.

[“Boom…!!”]

[Thunderous roars echoed past, and the swordsmanship, mastered by heart, slashed, leaving magnificent and intuitive kilometer-long axe marks on the ground!]

[The two exceptional Heroic Spirits are incredibly mobile and possess incredible endurance...]

[From one city to another, and then to the next city in the blink of an eye! ]

[The two men stood tall and majestic, cold and stern, their faces filled with invincibility.]

【It’s just… suffering for the Japanese people.】

[It wasn't long before the once prosperous Tokyo economic zone was destroyed, filled with smoke and ruins everywhere.]

[The cosmopolitan city of 37 million residents was plunged into total darkness and bombardment, on the verge of collapse.]

At this moment, the people trembled wildly, and heart-wrenching wails and sobs echoed through the blood-red sky. Countless casualties, millions or even tens of millions, were lost.

【No one could have imagined this situation would happen! 】

Even if these two gods leave now, Japan's economy will suffer a significant setback!

In reality, countless Japanese people logged on to the Observer website to complain bitterly.

"Why didn't the Holy Grail War happen in the beautiful country of Akka, but in our homeland?"

"New York is such a big place, it would be a shame not to give the Heroic Spirits a place to mess around."

"It's not fair!! Why is it that only Yamato is in trouble while other countries are fine?"

"Strongly protest and hold a Holy Grail War in the beautiful country of Akka!"

"Damn, I even saw my parallel self being crushed to death by a collapsing skyscraper..."

"Fuck, I'm even worse off. The Knight King's light cannon instantly vaporized me. It's even worse than crushing my bones to dust. He just turned me into atoms and molecules."

"Pfft, this is so tragic. Let's observe a two-second silence for our international friends."

"Damn, what are you laughing at?!"

"I thought of happy things."

"What happy thing?"

"My wife has given birth."

"Baga, you were obviously laughing at us, and you never stopped!"

……

"As expected, there are differences in the levels of Heroic Spirits."

At the Akamei No. 5 research base, Hawking looked at the tree diagram of the analysis data and sighed.

If the Neon Sword Master Sasaki Kojiro were to face the now blackened Saber again, he could still gain the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, or rely on the guaranteed hit of the "Secret Sword: Swallow Return" to put the black Saber at risk of death.

嗏

This is all in theory!

In a real fight, do you want to fight hand-to-hand with Black Saber?

What are you thinking about?

Black Saber is extremely cruel but also extremely rich, giving away her magic power without any cost.

Once she senses the presence of a hostile servant, she will start by flooding the ground with thousands or tens of thousands of luminous bubbles, even launching a blanket attack to flatten the mountain cities. The blackened Saber is cruel and tyrannical, and does not care about the lives of ordinary people.

Even if it means destroying the entire Japan, as long as the enemy can be killed, it will be fine.

A Servant without a light cannon is inferior.

Of course, this does not include outliers like Hercules.

……

Finally, the battle between the two heroic spirits reached the sky above Higashiyamato City.

[This is also where Tokyo Onmyoji Ryo sets up a giant magic circle!]

Two figures, one red and one black, were engaged in a fierce battle, constantly passing each other at low altitude. Their friction and collisions squeezed the surrounding air, creating a rolling wave of air. Many local Tokyo magicians were filled with grief and indignation, gnashing their teeth and shedding tears of blood as they insisted on their orders.

[Watching helplessly as my own city was destroyed and everything I was familiar with burned down.]

[Without orders from higher authorities, absolutely no action should be taken rashly!]

105. Tokyo Burns, the Magician Dies!

[On the battlefield where the two figures collided, on the top of a skyscraper standing on one side.]

[“It seems that it will be difficult to return alive this time…”]

A man in a brown coat lit a cigarette and took a long, melancholy drag.

[He is the eighth of the seven directors of the Onmyoji Bureau, but he is not sure.]

【"how…?"】

Kyogoku Makoto walked over silently, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the disaster that seemed like a natural disaster, as if a god was walking on the earth, and spoke calmly.

[“Are you scared?”]

"Yeah, I'm scared."

The man exhaled a puff of smoke. "But there's no turning back, is there? It's my hometown after all..."

[The man angrily threw away his cigarette, drew his greatsword, and charged forward with a ferocious look on his face.]

【"asshole!!"】

[The wind exploded, like a ray of light rushing towards the king who was ravaging the earth.]

【yes…】

This is my hometown...

[Kyogoku Makoto looked at the burning lava land and the devastated city, and suddenly jumped up.]

"All departments, prepare!"

"Let us work together to drive the gods out of our homeland!"

【"yes!!"】

[Across the city, furious voices echoed.]

[“Spiritual Vein Link…”]

[“Link completed!”]

[“Magic circle preparation…”]

"Ready!"

["Do you want to start?"]

【"start up!"】

【“3.”】

【“2.”】

【“1.”】

The city shook violently, and strong winds blew in all directions. Rays of dark light shot up into the sky, forming an array that covered half of the city.