Chapter 101: The Fire Demon Stands Tall Upon the Earth

Roland was savoring the pain coursing through his body.

Embracing him was the Winter Saintess—the very heart of the Holy Grail’s core: the ever-expanding, proliferating magical circuit.

It was a universe of the human body transposed through magical equivalence, within which lay the system’s most genuine desire and power.

The Third Magic—Heaven’s Grail.

It was by relying on this that Angra Mainyu obtained a physical form, enabling him to transform the Black Mud into flesh and blood, and to forge a body through the power of the Rodent’s Curses.

Long ago, Roland understood that the Holy Grail was no omnipotent wish-granting machine, yet there was one wish it could easily fulfill—the materialization of the soul itself.

This was precisely the goal later pursued by the Einzbern lineage.

The契灵 of the Holy Lord sought resurrection, to obtain a body matching his own soul. What could be more fitting than a form crafted using his innate soul as a template?

However, this transformation was by no means easy; the Grail’s method was brutally crude.

It took Roland’s own body as a blueprint and began engraving a new form upon it.

The sensation was like being awake during surgery, feeling relentless pain spreading through every part of the body—like a patient suddenly waking midway through an operation.

Unable to cry out or release the pain, only able to endure the cold, sharp sting of blades piercing flesh in the darkness.

Roland’s body rapidly swelled, every cell replaced, giving rise from this embryo to resilient, noble flesh, bones, and scales.

In his self-awareness, his body had grown hazy, indistinct.

But under the near-infinite influx of magical energy, this haze gradually dissipated.

In truth, understanding was unnecessary; Roland felt his entire being suffused with a sense of fulfillment, every cell rejoicing. This made his body cry out in celebration.

Thus, he greedily absorbed the surrounding mana, even reaching out toward the central circuits nearby.

Magic sought by all magi, a power so rare it was hard not to be tempted. Yet Roland had no intention of recklessly wielding unfamiliar forces—the fate of Angra Mainyu had already proven that.

If the Third Magic were so easily reproduced, the tragic curse of the Einzbern would not have persisted for so long, especially at such a critical moment of evolution.

Still, a slight utilization was possible.

The Dragon Cursed Charm Roland carried began to develop fine cracks under the influence of the endless mana source.

Its surface, once gleaming from being filled with magic, now grew restrained and ominous again—an omen of divine power awakening.

For Roland, that was enough.

Through the not fully sealed amniotic membrane, he faintly glimpsed starry lights—one bright, one dim.

“Winter City today... still so peaceful.”

With a satisfied, expectant smile, Roland slipped into sleep.

As Roland’s will rested, the outside world was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

“Ex—calibur!”

The King of Victory uttered the miracle’s true name once more, letting the Radiant Star Sword’s brilliance wash away all calamity before him.

Honestly, Saber himself had not anticipated being able to fully unleash the Holy Sword. At the time, he merely held a hopeful vision and exerted all he could muster.

Yet regardless of his thoughts, the scene was utterly one-sided—the Holy Sword’s beam incinerated everything around it.

The midnight sky brightened to daylight under its absolute light. Angra Mainyu and the surrounding Black Mud vanished together in the radiance.

Saber stood resolute, gently touching down. Though still weary and aching, there was no doubt the scales of victory had tipped in his favor.

“Is it over?”

Medea’s voice carried uncertainty.

“It would be strange if it weren’t. That output was unprecedented—even gods cannot match it. If he’s still alive in the face of this planetary light, I’d be surprised,” Ishtar coldly remarked.

“This guy’s really unlucky, daring to let this sword release so close...” Medea muttered.

“No,” Saber suddenly lifted his head, a flicker of unease crossing his intensely focused mind.

No logic, no reason—but his instincts had proven trustworthy countless times.

“Be careful. This isn’t over yet!”

At that moment, a sudden anomaly occurred.

The earth, stripped once of a layer by evaporation, was again covered in Black Mud. Though diminished in scale, it continued to expand mercilessly.

Within the new mire, the destroyed altar rose anew, ten talismans floating midair—at its center hung the ones marked with horse and dog.

“The Holy Sword wielder... I shouldn’t have underestimated you. I didn’t expect to be slain so easily at my prime.”

Angra Mainyu gritted his teeth, “If not for these two talismans, I would have been utterly lost.”

Trouble—a cheat.

This was Angra Mainyu’s sole thought at that moment. His disdainful attitude toward Servants was not unfounded.

After all, Servants were but fragments of heroic spirits, born from selective extraction. Though some exceptional Servants could wield extraordinary power, there remained a difference in efficiency.

Even the mightiest Noble Phantasm could not destroy him in a single blow.

Yet this naive belief was shattered before the Holy Sword. Engulfed in its light, Angra Mainyu felt a power he could not resist.

Had the talismans not been securely hidden beneath him, shielding him from the full force, he would surely have perished.

Still, he was far from comfortable. The divine powers of the Horse and Dog talismans were sealed; no matter how much mana he poured in, they could not instantly restore their original strength. He needed time to rebuild his former form.

“Fortunately, it seems you come at a cost as well.”

Revived, Angra Mainyu revealed a malevolent grin. Both Ishtar and Medea looked weakened, especially Ishtar—her once boundless power now significantly diminished.

As for the Holy Sword wielder, having unleashed all his mana at once, even a master as excellent as his could not instantly regain fighting strength. Moreover, using the fully unleashed Holy Sword at such close range with a Servant’s body could not leave him unscathed.

The cracked wounds on Saber’s body were proof enough.

“There’s not much time left. I must kill you quickly. Conveniently, the puppets I saved before have all been used up by you. But gaining three reversed Servants isn’t a bad harvest.”

Faced with Angra Mainyu’s flippant words, Saber silently raised his Holy Sword.

“We still have a chance. He’s not at full strength yet. Even if my core is shattered, if I release my Noble Phantasm once more, victory will still be ours.”

His firm voice encouraged those around him, but was met only with Angra Mainyu’s disdainful sneer.

“If I were alone, such hope might be justified. But alas, humanity always seals its own doom. The bitter fruit you face today is the result of the desires of those who came before.”

The Black Mud coating Angra Mainyu writhed like a living creature. It split open a massive mouth, expelling a heavy figure.

“Is that him?”

Saber’s pupils contracted sharply as he watched the figure rise.

Since standing on the earth, the figure had spontaneously absorbed surrounding mana, radiating an aura no less imposing than a Servant’s.

“Lancer’s master?”

Medea frowned, identifying the figure.

“Who could have guessed—a greedy mage would become the key to this battle? Desperate to survive, seizing a Servant’s body and willingly offering himself to me. It was wise not to devour you back then.”

Angra Mainyu urged Danik with a twisted smile, “Now, my slave, go kill them!”

Danik’s body had turned iron-gray, his face resembling an inorganic mud doll.

His plan had initially succeeded: after Lancer’s death, he used the remnants of Lancer’s body to birth a Servant-like form. Though a youthful version without a Noble Phantasm, this power rivaled a normal Servant’s.

Yet before he could rejoice, this world’s evil corrupted his body. Had it not been for the Lamb Talisman’s divine power being unleashed, his soul would have surely suffered the same fate.

“Master, please grant me a small request.”

Having accepted the current situation, Danik quickly adapted to his status.

“If we must fight, I wish to obtain a stronger body. Master, when the time comes, grant me Saber’s body.”

The Lamb Talisman’s divine power allowed Danik to freely occupy a masterless body. Given the circumstances, why not raise his value?

“I grant your request. Now, go.”

“As you command.”

Danik looked upon the Servant he once envied and desired—now reduced to prey—and couldn’t help but smile grimly.

“Don’t blame me, heroes. After all, I’m a human willing to do anything to survive.”

“Yeah, look at what you’ve protected!”

Hearing this cruel taunt, Angra Mainyu let out an evil laugh.

“Humans are not worth saving! This is the price of your heroism! Now, die...”

Before Angra Mainyu could finish, the sky changed color—turning blood-red. Thunder roared through the dark clouds, as if the very world rejoiced at the arrival of something.

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