Chapter 100: A True Hero Must Never Flee from Battle

“How is this possible…” Angola Manuel was just about to sneer, but the next moment, he froze.

Because from this body covered in black mud, a pure and vast magic suddenly surged forth, slowly enveloping Roland.

And the source of this magic was none other than his own cursed body, coated in black mud!

Streams of pure magic pierced through his flesh like sharp blades, finally transforming into a golden Holy Grail that gently floated into Roland’s hands.

As the magic poured out, Angola Manuel’s body began shrinking like a punctured balloon.

“My power… no… give it back!” he howled deafeningly. When the passage was opened, the magic from beyond the world was endless, but as the vessel, his capacity to contain that power was limited.

If Roland had merely siphoned off his power, Angola Manuel wouldn’t be afraid, as it would replenish quickly. But now, what gathered in Roland’s hand was the vessel itself.

“Bastard! Do you even realize what you’ve done? I am about to seize the crown and bring a new era of change and eternal calamity to this world, and you dare…” Angola Manuel’s still huge, albeit shrunken, flesh cracked open into countless mouths lined with sharp teeth. They opened and closed in a staggered rhythm, spewing curses in unison.

The magical light coalesced into a golden Holy Grail, embodying the other side of Angola Manuel.

Though it appeared to possess flesh and personality, it was essentially brought to life through the rat’s talisman, a mere manifestation of his desire. Angola Manuel’s essence remained the twisted Black Holy Grail.

That golden Grail drifted slowly toward Roland. It appeared neither noble nor impressive, especially compared to Angola Manuel’s true form, yet it carried half the essence of the Holy Grail.

“No…!” Angola Manuel writhed his body, forgetting even to attack Roland. Instead, he stirred the rolling sea of black mud like a storm, trying to wash away the descending Grail. When his action completed, he let out a triumphant laugh.

“Roland, though I don’t know what trickery you’ve used, do you really think the power of a mere talisman can stop me? No matter how many times I split myself, these pure magics will be tainted by the desires possessed by me—the absolute evil of this world—before any wish is granted. You’re only wasting your efforts!”

“That remains to be seen.” Roland, as if unaffected, lifted the true Holy Grail and casually brushed away the stubborn black mud clinging to its surface, which ultimately slipped off unwillingly. In his hand, its pure essence still gleamed pristine.

Watching Angola Manuel’s dumbfounded expression, Roland’s lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile.

“If it were the original Holy Grail, it certainly couldn’t escape your pollution. But this one before me is merely the other side of you—the pure Heavenly Holy Grail—separated from you. Essentially, it’s still you. Tell me, how could you possibly corrupt yourself? Some things are poisonous; next time before you indiscriminately consume, be sure to look carefully.”

Among the twelve talismans, the Tiger Talisman was particularly special. Its essence was the embodiment of the Holy Grail’s internal self-regulation. Therefore, unlike other talismans that fall into silence after being sealed and having their power heavily drained, it could still unleash divine power.

Even a weakened immune system remains an immune system.

Angola Manuel’s wholehearted outpouring of magic into the talisman triggered the Tiger Talisman’s last burst of life, carrying a virus-like attitude of “one of us must die today.”

This power, understood by those who grasped the Tiger Talisman’s nature, could harmonize conflicts. But in the hands of ignorant fools, it caused the current situation unfolding within Angola Manuel.

—The division of yin and yang.

No matter how arrogant Angola Manuel was, he was merely a collection of wishes, brought to life and given flesh through the rat’s talisman. His personality was barely formed. Asking him to understand such power was too much.

From this perspective, Roland inwardly felt grateful to him.

He shook his head silently, ignoring Angola Manuel, and calmly called upon the Heavenly Holy Grail before him.

“Holy Grail, I wish to realize salvation for myself alone.”

Pure magic gathered and formed a human-shaped silhouette.

She was holy and beautiful, flawless and delicate, possessing a visage far too exquisite to belong to any human.

As the silhouette solidified, first appeared her silver hair flowing like a waterfall behind her, shimmering like a mirror. Then, a woman clad in a resplendent white gown of golden material, adorned with seven holes, stood before Roland.

An unreplicable miracle, the reappearance of the Third Magic, the origin of the Holy Grail system, the Winter Saintess.

—Fustisa Ritzleich von Einzbern.

Her attire was identical to that of Altrisfil, who already wore the Heavenly Garment. No, it should be said that Altrisfil and Illya, as child Grails, were merely crude imitations of her.

Yet, this radiant beauty, whose mere gaze would uplift one’s spirits, bore no expression. She simply embraced Roland, allowing the already active central core to absorb magic and recreate the miracle of the Third Magic.

“Materialization of the soul…” Angola Manuel watched this scene with a mix of fear and greed, puzzled. Even if the human Roland achieved personal salvation, how could he ever stand against him?

Or was this guy simply reckless, willing to pay any price for immortality?

The next moment, the reality before his eyes shattered his delusions.

A massive fetal membrane, far too large for Roland’s body size, stood at the center of the black mud. Within it, a dragon-like terrifying creature slowly blinked its eyes.

“Damn it… How could a soul equal to a god be hidden within a human body? I distinctly confirmed it before granting the Command Spell!”

Angola Manuel furiously commanded the black mud, sensing the situation slipping beyond his control.

His body inexplicably shifted and split, and Roland, as if already knowing this, though without evidence, Angola Manuel vaguely sensed that Roland might be the hidden master behind him.

But the moment the black mud touched the fetal membrane, all curses dissolved into pure magic, merging within.

Clearly, as two sides of one existence, Angola Manuel could not interfere further until Roland’s wish was fulfilled.

The absolute evil of this world stared blankly, his murky pupils inorganic.

Finally, he turned away and vented his fury toward the prepared Saber and Caster.

Angola Manuel knew that something extremely dangerous was being born before him, but he could not allow the loss of his other half. Without it, he could never evolve from the Black Holy Grail identity into the true Absolute Evil of this world as described in the knowledge beyond the world—remaining a flawed counterfeit, dependent on the Holy Grail’s magic.

“So, before that happens, I will try to restore myself as much as possible. Starting with you.”

Angola Manuel looked impatiently at the seemingly stunned Saber, waving his tendrils.

The sea of black mud surged, and dark humanoid shadows rose from it.

Some wore majestic armor, others were draped in mysterious black robes. Though their strength and appearance varied, the ominous magic they radiated was unanimous.

“These are the failed ones from past Holy Grail Wars. Saber, can you feel the lingering hatred within their bodies? Soon, you will join their ranks.”

Angola Manuel’s terrifying voice foretold the fate awaiting the stubborn Heroic Spirits before him.

No matter how resilient their bodies or indomitable their wills, once consumed by his black mud, they would become silent killing machines.

But his words were met with a barrage of magical artillery and a rain of light descending like meteors.

“Before the Master appears, I have no intention of lying down and dying.”

“Rather than fall into such filth, I’d die right now.”

Before Saber could act, Medea and Ishtar had already joined the battlefield.

Though the servants’ bodies were formidable, once their wills were lost, they were mere puppets. Even with ample magical energy, they could not withstand the downgraded goddess’s light cannons, nor the combined might of two legendary witches.

“Venus Goddess, these are just puppets bound by contracts. If I find an opportunity, I can use Noble Phantasms to sever their ties to the Holy Grail. Can you suppress them?”

“You sure know how to boss people around… But such a request is nothing. Don’t underestimate the goddess!”

The thunderous cannon fire continued, attacks formed by fierce winds and magic arced gracefully through the air.

“Are you just going to watch, Saber?”

Medea lifted her smooth neck and glanced at the silver-haired knight behind her.

“Even if you act like this, I won’t blame you. After all, you must have sensed the essence of the Master’s soul incarnate. Moreover, once the Holy Grail appears, theoretically, the servants’ purpose in serving the Master is fulfilled. You have no reason to continue fighting.”

“That’s a rather unamusing provocation…”

Saber smiled wryly, gripping the trembling Star Sword tightly. He advanced step by step, swiftly reaching the front line and using the broad blade to block a massive hand slamming down from the black mud sea.

Dense flesh transformed into a torrent, crashing heavily against the ancient sword. The shockwave rolled through the air like surging tides.

With a vanguard in place, Ishtar and Medea fought more boldly. Soon, they suppressed the overwhelming numbers of reversed servants and even broke the contracts of two of them.

The dark shadows writhed incessantly, gaping wide, no longer maintaining the black mud sea’s form.

The central black mud climbed upward, morphing into a ferocious giant beast, its massive body like a towering mountain.

“Enough!”

Amid repeated failures, Angola Manuel halted his evolution, condensing into a battle-ready form.

The newly personified Absolute Evil voiced confusion, “It’s already my victory! Even if your Master obtains a body, I am immortal! From the moment I was born, the world’s fate was sealed. Do you not understand?”

“You’re not even from this era. Why do you keep resisting? Or are you just fools misled by the human title of ‘hero,’ willingly marching to your deaths?”

“Ha—”

As the beast revealed its true form, every living being present instinctively held their breath.

The embodiment of evil, a tangible calamity, a black tide.

This was no enemy servants could face. Even bystanders could predict the outcome of this battle.

Its mere movements stirred terrifying dust clouds. Its claws could crush servants’ bodies. Every roar and strike carried overwhelming force.

Yet beneath this colossal figure, Saber smiled.

“Angola Manuel, aren’t you well aware? Why we fight.”

Protected by his comrades, Saber stepped into the black mud swamp. Although the abyss beneath him was bottomless, he did not sink, instead charging boldly forward, affirming his resolve.

“After all—a hero cannot flee the battlefield.”

“Then struggle to your heart’s content, Holy Sword Wielder.”

Angola Manuel roared and began his rampage.

Only one word described his assault: devastation. His huge claws ruthlessly destroyed the terrain. Despite his massive size, his movements were astonishingly swift. The thunderous impacts and crashing waves of dust spoke to the awe-inspiring reality.

Saber darted across the ground, hills, and even Angola Manuel’s body, evading attacks. Amid the peril, he observed Angola Manuel’s overall motions, seeking an opening to counterattack.

Studying the enemy’s attack patterns and the gaps between combos, Saber suddenly sensed Angola Manuel’s awareness of his intent. The beast charged fiercely, forcing Saber to unleash wind magic enveloping his sword to narrowly dodge the crushing blow.

Yet Angola Manuel showed no mercy or fear of the sword striking his flesh.

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