I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

[But the old man paid no attention, feeling the young body with satisfaction.]

[Although his magic talent is not high, these can be transformed. What's important is that the special ability is still there.]

[In the deep tunnel.]

[Shifting his gaze to the pitch-black knight standing silently to the side, "Nobuyuki Sugo" raised the wrist engraved with the Command Seal.]

[There is one thing his cheap grandson said that was right.]

[This Servant who exhausted his resources is first-rate even among the Servants of the Age of Gods.]

"Berserker, go..."

[Sizzle——! !]

A brilliant purple arc of electricity suddenly lit up, passing through Nobuyuki Sugo's wrist like a streak of light.

【boom! 】

[The wrist, with its neatly broken ends, fell to the ground and rolled two or three times.]

["Sougo Nobuyuki" reacted and realized that all the bugs were blocking the Servant's steps, causing him to not notice the enemy's approach.]

“Wait, I vote…”

At the end of the tunnel, Mai Sakurajima, with an icy expression, didn't give him a chance to speak. The gorgeous purple magic bullets in her hands transformed into sharp swords that pierced through the tunnel.

[Sizzle, sizzle—————!!]

It roared like a machine gun for nearly a minute, turning the entire tunnel into a hornet's nest, before gradually fading away.

"Mai, he seemed to be trying to surrender just now."

Next to the pale-faced Rikka, Fujiwara Chika said hesitantly.

【"illusion."】

【Mai Sakurajima has no expression on her face.】

[Ever since she saw the densely packed skeletons in the insect chamber, she had no intention of letting anyone survive in this gloomy mansion.]

【"oh."】

【Rika shuddered instead.】

"It's finally over. Now we don't have to face that terrifying Berserker anymore."

【Even from such a distance, Fujiwara Chika felt it was difficult to breathe.】

[Fortunately, Berserker's Master sent him into multiple berserks, which increased his basic attributes but also caused him to lose his mind.]

【Without orders, there will be no action.】

[Every sip and every bite is determined by fate.]

"The battle over there is over, let's leave first."

[Looking at the dark knight, who was radiating light and looked like a sculpture, Mai Sakurajima cautiously did not approach.]

【It is precisely because of this understanding that I stand in awe of the Servant's power.】

In fact, she was extremely nervous, fearing that the magic bullets pouring down like a violent storm would touch Berserker and trigger his automatic counterattack.

[Otherwise, a casual strike would probably blow them and everyone else within dozens of meters around them away.]

[However, we cannot give that man the slightest chance to issue orders, otherwise the result will be the same.]

[Watching the smoke and dust dissipate, revealing the scattered flesh on the battered ground, Mai Sakurajima's heart was awakened.]

[No case that happened to her made her understand more clearly that "the Master is the Servant's only weakness."]

【Wait…I don’t think I’m the Master.】

[Mai Sakurajima looked at Rikka Takanashi, who was looking at her with awe and admiration, then looked at the unactivated Command Seal on her wrist, feeling somewhat bewildered.]

…………

"Hahahaha, you just realized it now?"

"I'm dying of laughter! The serious analysis made me forget that Rikka is the Master of the Holy Grail War."

"Oh my god, I suddenly realized that Sakurajima-sama is also a bit of an idiot."

People were all happy.

I can totally feel Mai Sakurajima's embarrassment.

"But it's true that the Master is the Servant's only weakness. Assassin's exit was fake, but now Berserker's exit is real."

"Yeah, just looking at the dashboard is mind-blowing. Two A++-rank Noble Phantasms. The Sword of Promised Victory is only A++, but only a fully-powered Kris Wukong can surpass it."

"The key is ability, okay? Drawing the sword increases all attributes by one level.

Berserker's strength, endurance, and agility are the same as Uncle B in the Fifth War, and all three levels of physical fitness are above A.

But Uncle B has A+ in strength and A+ in agility.

But if you pull out the Indestructible Lake Light, Te Miao's physique will be A+ across the board, and his agility will soar to A++.

Combined with his martial arts that were unrivaled in that era, this guy was the strongest in hand-to-hand combat in both Holy Grail Wars, and he just disappeared like that?"

"Don't even mention it. If I can bully a few divinely crafted weapons and equipment from the Shining Vault with the Minotaur Hand's skills, I'll be invincible."

"The more this happens, the more regrettable it feels. Such a powerful Servant is being eliminated in such a trifling way."

"Child's play? Sakurajima Mai's attitude of killing everyone without any hesitation is the decisive factor, okay?"

"Emm, I can't refute that. If I think about it carefully, if it was a light novel with an Asian protagonist, I'd probably hesitate when someone begged for mercy, and then Kuang Lan would activate and type gg."

"As expected of humanity's last Master."

"Indeed, no wonder he's a member of Group A. His character is extraordinary. Most people would hesitate the first time they kill someone. A single hesitation would be the end of them."

"If the last 727 is like this, how awesome would it be if the higher ranked ones in Group A didn't die?"

"Aizen: Please call me Grand Bomber, thank you."

"Aizen: See this bomb? I'm giving you a gift. No need to thank me."

all around the world.

Many people regretted the departure of the Berserker, but at the same time they also gave a thumbs up to Mai Sakurajima's decisiveness.

But it soon went off track.

The more I realize the value of Group A, the clearer it becomes that the guy with glasses's bomb that took down all the masters was indeed a wise decision.

Yes, how could it not be wise?

If that guy named Ayanokouji Kiyotaka summons the Eternal King, all the conspiracies will be in vain.

But more people still looked at the sky with hatred.

Die well.

Damn, that old man and that man named Nobuyuki Sugo are such fucking scumbags.

I just feel like it would be too easy for him to die so easily... Shit, he's not dead?

...........

Canopy.

Sakurajima Mai and the others cautiously didn't approach, stepping back and about to leave.

【suddenly.】

[“Do you still want to pretend to be dead in front of me?”]

[That strangely familiar voice sounded.]

[A tall man in a smart red training robe appeared over there at some point.]

[He paid no attention to the dark knight standing beside him, his deep eyes glaring at the flesh paste before him with sarcasm.]

"He's not dead yet? A magician can't possibly have such a high level of recovery, right?"

Sakurajima Mai was shocked, not questioning the man's words at all.

[The next moment.]

"You won't give up even after this? Don't push me, Assassin?"

[The decayed voice even carried a hint of grief and indignation.]

[His spare body was torn to pieces, and he was about to give up on this Holy Grail War, but he still refused to give up.]

"Assassin?"

The man with gray hair gave a strange smile: "I'm not Assassin, am I?"

[The next moment.]

[The powerful aura gradually dissipated, and his attire suddenly changed into a graceful aristocratic robe.]

The young man, who had regained his youthful appearance, casually flicked a spark into the flesh paste, which instantly transformed into a blazing white flame that completely covered the flesh and blood. "Dealing with these disgusting insects, magical means are indeed more effective."

【"impossible!!!"】

"Impossible! How could you be Caster?!!!"

[Not even paying attention to the flames that burned even his rotten soul, the rotten old man formerly known as Zolgen Makiri screamed in disbelief.]

【You must be joking.】

[That kind of powerful martial arts, a Noble Phantasm that could rival even the Three Knights, and you told me it was a caster?! ! !]

245. The whole world was in a state of panic: Is this really the Holy King? Is this the King of Fun?

[It's not that there aren't ancient heroes with superb martial arts skills who possess caster adaptability.]

[For example, the demigod in Celtic mythology - Cuchulainn, the Son of Light.]

[Having studied under the leader of the Shadow Kingdom and been granted Nordic magic—the Runes—it's possible for him to manifest as a Caster.]

[But even if this strongest warrior in Ulster legend descends as a caster, even if the spearmanship inherited from the ancient king who killed gods still exists.]

[In a head-on battle, he would never be a match for even Assassin.]

[This is completely different from the Archer job.]

[After all, a Servant is merely a silhouette of a Heroic Spirit. Limited by their spiritual base, it is impossible for them to fully utilize their non-class abilities.]

What does he see now?

【What the hell did you see? 】

[How could a caster reach this level in a hand-to-hand combat? ]

[What a joke! Without any Noble Phantasm abilities, could this effect be achieved through pure martial arts?]

[The further I travel the path of magic, the more I understand how outrageous this is.]

[Damn, his five-hundred-year-old worldview is about to collapse.]

[Matou Zouken, transformed into an insect within the flesh and blood, was in a trance for a moment. Only when he realized that his rotting soul was about to be burned by the magic flame did he suddenly wake up and speak in horror.]

"Wait, Caster, since you like hand-to-hand combat, you must want..."

[Sizzle——! !]

【The young man flicked his finger with two fingers.】

The blazing white flames suddenly expanded, burning fiercely and rising to over three meters high. The bright white light dispelled the coldness and darkness that had permeated the tunnel for hundreds of years.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! No… I… I know the flaws in the Greater Grail ritual. I can help you… Trust me, trust me, I can…”

[Sizzle————!!]

[Amidst the increasingly intense flames, Sakurajima Mai walked over, sighing.]

[But this isn't about lamenting the supposed loopholes in the Greater Holy Grail ritual, but rather...]

"It's really burn-resistant~~"

Fujiwara Chika hid behind Sakurajima Mai, poking out her pink head. Beneath her head was Rikka's frightened little face, which she couldn't help but look at.