Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Foolish people, look up at the sky. Prostrate yourselves on the earth. The radiant sun you gaze upon is none other than myself—Pharaoh Osmandis!"

This is the Holy Grail War, Your Majesty. Don't you know the necessity of hiding your true name?

At this moment, the male magician Ise Sangenri, who was attending the throne and wearing a mask and a silver trench coat, heard the extremely loud and arrogant declaration. He couldn't help but look up and rub his forehead, feeling both amused and exasperated. He couldn't bear to look at his maverick servant.

Ramses II, the Pharaoh of ancient Egypt...

Hearing this declaration, which was almost a self-introduction, Kirei Kotomine, who was in charge of hosting, realized the identity of the person who had come. He muttered to himself silently, his brows furrowing.

But in an instant, Father Mapo looked at the chaotic surroundings, and the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up, a pleasant smile gradually appearing on his face, and a deep expectation brewing in his eyes.

It seems that with the addition of new variables, this game called the Holy Grail War will become even more interesting.

So, was this also within your expectations? My Lord Satan?

"boom!"

At this moment, as the enemy approached and chaos spread, a burning fragment of reactive armor, like a cannonball, pierced the air and struck the Pharaoh sitting on the deck.

Osmandis frowned slightly and casually raised his right arm.

laugh!

Instantly, several naval cannons on one side of the ship activated automatically, and golden-red magic beams swept across the sky, blasting the flying fragment of reactive armor into dust.

"Bathing in the sun's radiance, yet you haven't been burned to ashes. Interesting, very interesting."

The Pharaoh lowered his golden eyes, looking down at the two figures amidst the tank wreckage, pondering with amusement, seemingly aroused by a touch of amusement.

"The sun? Heh, we can't ignore that."

Koyanskaya, who was unharmed in the explosion, stretched her body, glanced at the Pharaoh on the deck, stepped across the sea of ​​flames in front of her, took off the glasses on her nose, and slowly raised her head. Her eyes, which had turned into dazzling gold at some point, burst forth with a chilling aura.

"On this land, there will only be one sun, and that sun is me, not you!"

"Insanity!"

Upon hearing the tit-for-tat declaration on the ground, Ramses II's expression changed, his eyes turning cold.

"Since that is so, you who are without light, as a reward for your grace, I will allow you to turn to ashes under the light of Ra!"

As the Pharaoh waved his right hand, the Dark Sun Ships, with their cannons turned around, opened fire in unison, unleashing a dense barrage of golden-red magical energy towards the disrespecters on the ground.

In an instant, the ground bombarded by the shells turned into a sea of ​​fire. Whether it was hard rock or lush vegetation, everything was burned and decomposed in the golden flames.

"So what if it can fly? Heavy firepower, huh? I've got those too!"

However, under the cold, furious shout, the sea of ​​fire, which had already spread like wildfire, was torn apart by a pair of fair fingers that emerged from it.

"You are permitted to pay homage. Deep in the mountains and valleys, the earth trembles. The mountains resound, the gods and spirits of heaven and earth. This is the will of the gods. My great shrine, the manifestation of my fingertips. Spiritual Robe Reborn - 79-Style Disaster-Throwing Shrine. All enlightened beings, bow here in worship—Iz Tula Sevendrive!"

Immediately afterwards, she stretched out her lotus-like arm from the sea of ​​flames, lazily extended her right hand, and gently tossed it. A grenade-shaped object engraved with golden divine patterns rolled forward.

Amidst the muffled explosions and eerie blessings, a dense halo of light spread out, enveloping Koyanskaya and Anastasia on the ground, transforming them into a pink killing machine resembling an Apocalypse Tank with two pairs of mechanical arms and several cannons around its perimeter.

An unseen rhythm caused the Pharaoh on the Dark Night Sun Ship to suddenly rise. His golden eyes were filled with astonishment and solemnity, and his right hand, which had been loosely clenched, tightened around the Pharaoh's scepter, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"boom!"

Almost simultaneously, naval cannons fired in unison, tanks roared, and light bullets constructed of magic streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, colliding and canceling each other out, constantly creating dazzling sparks in the misty air.

Nine bodies and nine tails, Amaterasu.

Nine pillars, nine gods, Meliamon.

This is the same source of light, this is the same power.

However, one piece of land is destined not to be able to accommodate two suns.

Chapter 196 A Potential "King of Heroes"? (15.7k views)

"Snapped!"

In the dark, vast void, a crisp sound echoed across the black and white chessboard. Chloe, the chocolate-skinned little girl lying in front of the altar, triumphantly pushed her "chariot" forward, cornering the enemy king.

"Check!"

"That's a very tricky move. I think I need to think about it..."

Opposite her, a woman with silver hair and red eyes, dressed in a black evening gown, possessed an aura as pure as a baby, as lively as a young girl, and as elegant as a noblewoman. With one hand tapping a discarded black chess piece and the other supporting her smooth chin, she frowned in thought as she gazed at the fiercely contested game of chess.

However, upon hearing the word "consider," Chloe's previously excited and expectant face immediately fell, and she grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Mom, you're going to have to think about how long you plan to drag this out this time."

"Not much, only about half an hour, I guess."

Pandora blinked and answered with a smile, but there seemed to be a lot of uncertainty involved.

"Honestly, Mom, you cheated again! We've been playing this game all day!"

Hearing this unreliable answer, Chloe was a little frustrated and couldn't help but lean closer to her little head, making a helpless suggestion.

"Why don't you just surrender? I promise I won't laugh at you."

"Are you kidding me?! How could I possibly lose!"

Pandora shook her head without hesitation, her face full of confidence.

"Stop arguing, let me think about it. I'm super powerful, and I'm sure I can turn the tables next!"

Chloe glanced at the chessboard where the situation was almost clear, and curled her lip in disdain at the futility of this desperate struggle.

"But Mom, it looks like the fight outside is really intense. Aren't you worried at all?"

The little girl's eyes darted around, and she pointed to the dome where dust and small pebbles were falling, giving Pandora a mischievous smile as she pondered a strategy at the chessboard.

At the same time, Chloe lifted her smooth chin, her bright golden eyes looking with great interest at the seven magical projections floating around her, constantly exploding and roaring.

"Worried? What's there to worry about?"

Pandora looked up casually, unconcerned.

"But aren't they our companions? As their organizer, Mom, shouldn't you be concerned about them?"

Chloe was puzzled and couldn't help but scratch her head and ask.

Pandora reached out and touched the fluffy little head, her gaze sweeping over the seven magical projections locked in fierce combat. Her expression was meaningful as she softly opened her lips.

"Little Black..."

"Chloe, it's Chloe!"

"Okay, Xiao Hei!"

"..."

Faced with her mother's feigned ignorance and teasing, the vulnerable little girl was powerless to resist and could only pout and reluctantly accept the nickname full of mockery.

Tch, it's all that guy's fault!

The little girl, feeling frustrated and with nowhere to vent her anger, recalled the person who started calling her that nickname. The image of that guy's smiling face appeared in her mind, and she gritted her teeth, secretly making a mental note of this.

"Little Black, do you know? Whether it's a Master or a Servant, in a sense, it's not that I summoned them, but that they were driven by their own desires."

The calamity-bringing woman, with her penetrating insight into human nature, glanced over the seven projection screens, at the seven groups of Masters and Servants, and spoke with a playful tone.

"And the human heart in this world is the most unpredictable, the most uncontrollable, and naturally, the most untrustworthy."

"But what if they lose? Wouldn't we be in a very passive position?"

Chloe was still a little confused and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"How could that be? If you lose, you lose."

However, this unexpected answer left the little girl stunned.

"Whether it's a black Servant or a red Heroic Spirit, whether the East Wind prevails over the West Wind or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind, it's all the same to me."

Pandora toyed with the black queen in her hand, a pleased smile curving her lips in the darkness as she spoke with a grin.

"In any case, the Holy Grail will only descend once its seven cardinal points are filled; this is a necessary sacrifice..."

Therefore, it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

Because offerings alone are enough.

Chloe suddenly realized what was happening, looked up at the smiling figure opposite her, and felt a chill run down her spine.

———————————Plot Break—————————————

Meanwhile, having smoothly navigated the S-shaped, winding slope where rollovers were common, Samael, who had just driven the Panda 86 to the top of the hill, was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the serpent's keen intuition allowed it to detect the unusual changes in air pressure above and a growing sense of impending crisis.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a sharp cry pierced the air from the misty mountain forest. Samuel's expression changed drastically. He immediately materialized his knight armor with magic, grabbed his master who was completely unaware, and leaped out amidst the flying metal pieces and dazzling flames.

"Bangdang..."

Flames and explosions erupted, and scattered pieces of vehicle wreckage flew in all directions.

so close!

Having survived the ordeal, Tokiomi Tohsaka got up from the ground and stared at the burnt and collapsed driver's seat inside the unrecognizable Panda 86 frame. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard, feeling a lingering fear.

The culprit behind the destroyed Panda 86 was a dark, rough, giant stone axe.

Under the scorching heat of the fire, the massive object, which had been embedded in the roof of the vehicle and exuded a fierce aura, turned into specks of light and dust, disintegrating and scattering inch by inch, just like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun.

This is... Displacement magic! Ainsworth!

Instantly, Tokiomi Tohsaka, an expert in magic, recognized the school of magic that launched the attack.

Displacement magic is a type of magic used by the Ainsworth family. Its principle is to degrade the basic magic of exchange. Few people use it, but the Ainsworth family specializes in it.

Furthermore, the Ainsworth family's substitution magic transcends common magical knowledge in terms of scale, precision, and application; legend has it that it may even have reached the point of requiring a designated seal.

However, this family has always kept a low profile and rarely ventures out. All their secrets are like an iceberg hidden underwater, and no one knows their true nature.

Most of these were things that Tokiomi Tohsaka stumbled upon while studying at the Clock Tower, which he found by chance in the library.

If it weren't for the Tohsaka family's magic having a similar characteristic of "elemental transformation," he probably wouldn't have memorized such obscure knowledge, nor would he have known about a magical family that had always lived in seclusion.

But why would this long-reclusive magical family suddenly arrive in Fuyuki City, intervene in the Holy Grail War, and attack him and Pretender?

Tokiomi Tohsaka was completely baffled and couldn't figure it out.

"Tsk, you dodged it? What a pity."

At this moment, on a rock overlooking the mountain path in the dense forest, a middle-aged man with black hair, blue eyes, a weathered beard, and a disheveled appearance murmured regretfully as he withdrew his hand, stretched, and stood up.

The man wore a loose-fitting, seemingly very cool black shirt on his upper body, and a pair of casual pants that were half-rolled up, revealing his leg hair. He wore a pair of flip-flops on his rough feet, and his messy hair looked more like unkempt, wildly growing weeds.

His unkempt appearance and casual manners were almost the complete opposite of Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was educated in elegance and always paid attention to his outward appearance.

Seemingly because his attack had failed, the disheveled middle-aged man turned to look at the misty mountain path and waved his hand somewhat dejectedly.

"Then, I'll leave the rest to you, Archer..."

As the man's whisper began, a tall figure walked indifferently, wearing pure white boots. He stepped onto the mountain path, and his aura suddenly changed as he stepped over a dark gold archer card that had drifted down to his feet.

hum!

In an instant, the surging red and black magic flow formed a band of light that stretched across the heavens and the earth, with this as its axis. The surrounding mist was immediately torn apart by this invisible and terrifying power.

At the same time, the casual clothes that the tall figure was originally wearing were burned away by the almost boiling etheric factors, leaving only the white underwear covering the upper body, while the lower body and arms were covered by a magnificent golden armor. Several scarlet divine patterns spread and solidified from the chest, leaving conspicuous marks on the fair skin.

With long golden hair, blue eyes, and exquisitely beautiful features, her tall and voluptuous figure, accentuated by golden armor, made her resemble a queen descending to earth.

However, the only flaw was that there was no liveliness in those eyes; they were as empty as a stagnant pool, like a beautiful doll that only obeyed orders.

Wow, what a coincidence!

Samael stared at the familiar makeup in front of him, as well as the armor and patterns that made his liver ache, and his lips twitched violently.

If I remember correctly, this girl should be Angelica Ainsworth, a member of the Ainsworth family's Dolls unit, and the older sister of Julian Ainsworth, the younger generation head of the Ainsworth family.

Judging from the situation, it seems that she died once before, for some unknown reason.

Currently, it has likely been resurrected by the Ainsworth family's ancestral, bug-level displacement magic, and its consciousness resides within the doll.

However, this abnormal ability to bring the dead back to life is not without its limitations.

The price to pay is that once the replacement is completed, something similar will inevitably be sacrificed; Angelica sacrificed over 90% of her emotions.