Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Simple physical touch like this no longer makes her feel shy.

"Where's Saber? I don't think I saw Saber appear."

Unlike other Heroic Spirits, since Altria is not truly dead, she does not actually have the ability to become invisible.

"She's off to settle the final battle with Barserkar."

"so?"

Irisviel’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, the Holy Grail War is over. If Lady Tousaka hadn't come here, I would have been ready to start the Holy Grail."

"In that case, I'll go back and wait."

Irisviel knew the priorities of the matter and nodded.

Her old body is now completely sealed, even though she also wants to see the Holy Grail and immediately fulfill the Einzbern family's wish to completely liberate herself and her daughter.

However, with her soul still not at peace, Vitan would never let her touch the Holy Grail.

"Well, let me take care of it."

As the words fell, Vitan's figure had disappeared.

The next second!

Vitan appeared in the basement where Irisviel’s old body was sealed.

At this moment, Irisviel's body had completely lost all life.

She was just an empty shell before, and now she is just a pure corpse.

This was not because of anything else, but because her function as the 'carrier of the Holy Grail' had already begun at this moment.

A total of five Servants' souls have been infused into this body.

He stretched out his hand and formed a seal, and the sealing technique was immediately released.

The powerful magic power that had already condensed in the surroundings was ignited in an instant, and the temperature of the air rose rapidly.

The corpse of the beautiful android turned into ashes in an instant.

A blazing fire immediately raged throughout the space, and the golden holy grail slowly took shape in the fire.

The Holy Grail seemed to be lifted up by a pair of invisible hands, and it slowly rose into the air.

"Ok?"

The fire suddenly became more intense, and a huge amount of magical power suddenly poured into the golden holy grail.

Vitan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then lightly hooked his head behind him.

The golden holy grail fell directly into his hands.

"It seems that Lancelot has been completely liberated and returned to the Throne of Heroes."

"Then I have to cheer a little harder and try harder."

He coughed lightly.

Two orange-yellow rays of light burst out directly from Vitan's pupils, and the magic power directly penetrated the space.

Then, a door appeared out of nowhere and directly appeared in the locked position of Vitan's vision.

That is the door hidden within the world.

The door, which should have been tightly closed and locked, was pried open with an extremely tiny, invisible gap at the moment the Holy Grail appeared.

And what was flowing out from the gap was some tiny substance that was seeping into the Holy Grail.

That thing looked very similar to mud. Black, just black, just like mud.

"——The evil of this world!"

Vitan took two steps forward calmly, his nerves constantly agitating him.

That look was so warm and eager.

It was so hot and greedy.

The substance that had seeped into the Holy Grail suddenly dripped out, followed by another drop, turning into a thin black line, like a crack in a dam.

In less than a second, black mud surged out of the Holy Grail like waves.

"Oh, this is beyond my ability to handle."

A faint blue light flashed in Vitan's eyes, and he stood completely motionless, allowing himself to be swallowed by the black mud.

But it's just the next moment, the next moment.

The azure blue wall of light suddenly lit up without any warning.

The black mud that was rolling like waves just now seemed to be suppressed by some grand will.

The sea became calm in an instant.

"Really? You just know how to cause trouble for me."

Chapter 4 k Altria wants

The sound came without any warning.

The black mud, which had originally calmed down, changed again, like an underwater vortex that suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and the black mud began to roll from a certain position in the middle.

The total amount of black mud is decreasing.

If I really have to describe it, well, how should I say it?

It was a bit like the sea level at low tide, and it was a big low tide. In just a few seconds, the black mud sealed in the entire room was completely swallowed up by the man standing in the center of the room.

"boom--"

The door was forced open.

Artoria, holding the Holy Sword of the Star, just happened to witness this final scene.

The holy sword fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound. Altria stared at what was happening in front of her in a daze.

"what is this?"

She could hardly believe her eyes.

Such filth, such malice.

Such negative emotions actually came from the holy grail on which he placed his long-cherished wish.

She was definitely not wrong.

Even though the black sludge was disappearing, she could still see it clearly.

The black mud flowed out little by little from the cup that was emitting a hot glow.

"As you can see, Miss Knight King."

"This is the Holy Grail that you have been pursuing."

I secretly thought of it as trouble.

But that flawless smile was still on his face as he walked towards Altria.

"No, this isn't true. This can't be true..."

At this moment, Altria collapsed.

From great joy to great sorrow, from hopelessness to regaining hope, and now to complete despair.

If there was no hope from the beginning, Altria would not have fallen into collapse.

But sometimes what I’m afraid of is this kind of repeated emotional torture.

"This is true, Altria."

Vitan slowly walked in front of Altria and bent down. Without any sympathy for her, he was about to tear Altria's fantasy apart with the cruelest reality.

"There is not a single bit of beauty in the murderous intent and malice. It condenses all the evil thoughts gathered by the six billion people on this planet - the human race."

“This is a reality you can’t escape.”

He reached out and gently stroked Altria's delicate face, but the blonde girl, like a life-size doll, showed no reaction at all to this slightly frivolous action.

"Well, let me think about it."

"Before the Third Holy Grail War began, the Holy Grail was exactly as you imagined."

"Heroic spirits fight each other, and the winner makes a wish."

"But this happened for the third time. Someone violated the rules and summoned the eighth hero, the Avenger."

Vitan, who has thoroughly read the entire history of the development of magicians in the Type-Moon world, can directly tell these secrets.

"Avenger's true identity is Ahriman, the evil god of Zoroastrianism."

"But in fact, he is not the god who bears all the evil in the world. He is just a human who is mistaken for 'Ahriman'."

"Because he was only a human, his strength was naturally not worth mentioning. He soon died in the war and returned to the Holy Grail."

He just picked up Altria.

Vitan has also completely accepted the thoughts of his clone and knows why he is spending so much time on this Miss Knight King.

"Angora Mainyu, who represents 'all the evil in this world', has completely polluted the purity of the Holy Grail, making it only able to fulfill wishes through destruction."

"Snapped……"

He doesn't care about the current situation at all, doesn't care how ambiguous it is now, and doesn't care that he has lost his dignity as a king.

Altria simply grabbed the collar of Vitan's chest tightly with her small hands and squeezed it into a ball.

"Then it can still grant wishes, right? Give it to me."

"Keep the promise between you and me and give it to me."

"for you?"

A hint of sarcasm and coldness appeared at the corner of Vitan's mouth.

"Are you sure you want to use it?"

"It is true that it can grant wishes, but it can only do so in a destructive way."

"That is, if you wish to save your country from a disaster, it will be understood that if the country of Britain did not exist in history, then the disaster would not have happened."

"Now tell me, do you still want to use it?"

The black mud in the entire room had been swept away, and Vitan slowly placed Altria's body on the sofa.

"how could this be."

"Then what exactly are all of us heroes pursuing? Why are we traveling across time and space to this era to fight each other?"

"Just to fight for this thing of destruction?"

Altria fell into deep self-doubt.

For Altria, the cruelty of this reality is greater than the defeat in the Holy Grail War.

After all, you can start over if you fail.

But if you never have it from the beginning, everything is just a castle in the air.

"Sure enough, Sir Lancelot said that there is nothing wrong with what I said. I have always been immersed in my own fantasy."

"It would certainly be better if I wasn't the king of Great Britain."

He hugged his knees and curled up on the sofa, burying his face deeply in his knees.

Vitan looked at Altria calmly.

If Altria wanted to change the fate of her country before, it was just a long-cherished wish of hers.

Now, after a battle with his knight Lancelot.

There was also the shock of the black mud appearing in the Holy Grail just now.

This matter has completely become Altria's obsession.