Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

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Chapter 224: Three sentences to make Hassan open his heart to you

"Ethan, which direction should we go now?" Alana looked around at the marble passages that led to nowhere, and was a little undecided.

"Wait a moment." Ethan took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, unfolded it in his hand, and pointed it with his wand:

“Path planning (Iter consilio).”

Fine lines of ink appeared from where the wand had touched, interweaving like messy wool loops, eventually staining the parchment into a dark black.

"It seems that it won't work. After all, it is a Noble Phantasm. The idea that we can use a map to figure out the structure of the maze is not feasible."

Ethan smacked his lips, crumpled up the parchment in his hand and threw it aside, then raised his wand:

“Point me.”

A faint light floated out from the tip of the staff and flew straight to the road Ethan was facing, leaving a long trail.

The orientation spell is similar in function to a Muggle compass, and will not be affected by external magnetic fields. It can absolutely indicate the position of the true north direction (except when it is at the north or south pole).

"The tower is in the east... If this is the north, then this is the east. Let's go this way."

Ethan pointed to the passage on his right, looked at Alanna, and the two ran towards the passage hand in hand.

"Roar-!"

A dozen giant monsters wrapped tightly in silver-white armor were waiting for them in the empty room at the end of the passage.

Ethan stepped aside obediently and made a gesture to Alanna, saying "please start your performance."

Alanna curled her eyes, took two steps forward, and snapped her fingers in imitation of Ethan's movements:

"Ten thousand bullets fired at once."

Dozens of tiny blue translucent light blades appeared around the girl, and then shot out at once, accurately piercing into the gaps in the giant monster's armor.

Bang!

A dull explosion sounded from inside the armor. In such a nearly closed environment, the impact of the explosion would not diffuse like in an open environment, and the impact on the giant's body would be stronger. The specific manifestation was that the giant's limbs were directly blown off from the torso, and the broken limbs flew everywhere. The scene was really terrible... ahem, tragic.

"Beautiful!" Ethan walked to Alanna's side and clapped his hands sincerely.

Being able to remember the characteristics of previous enemies and effectively target them, and not blindly advancing but choosing the most reliable way of attack, Alanna's combat awareness is definitely not bad.

At least it's much better than that blonde tsundere who gets easily excited while fighting (happy).

"It's no big deal. Isn't this all the knowledge you taught me before?" The girl tucked the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears and smiled gently.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. I taught beautifully." Ethan nodded in agreement.

"Master, Master! Can I take on the enemies in the next room? I can't take action. My hands are itching just watching you guys take action!" Xiao Mo's excited voice rang in the minds of the two men.

"Didn't we agree on this before? You have to stay in spirit form until you meet the Servant. Just stay here!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Oh..." Xiao Mo pouted and agreed reluctantly.

After using the directional spell to determine the direction once more to prevent their sense of orientation from being confused in the maze, the two continued along the passage to the next room.

There were no enemies in the room, but there was no way forward. Apart from the path they came in, the remaining three sides were all cold marble walls.

"Should we go back the same way?" Alana asked Ethan for his opinion.

Generally speaking, when you encounter a dead end in a maze, you should go back and try to find another way around it, but Ethan is not the kind of guy who follows the rules. Not to mention that this is the enemy's territory, this is the stumbling block they have set for him, and no matter what he says, there is no reason for him to follow their ideas.

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. Can't we just use the wall-walking technique to get through?"

"The ability to walk through walls?" Alana tilted her head.

She didn't remember ever teaching this kind of thing in her Hogwarts classes, or was this some kind of ancient form of magic?

"Hmm~, just wait and see."

Ethan nodded heavily, raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a determined smile, walked to the marble wall in the east, took a deep breath, and punched the wall in front of him:

"FAREWELL!"

"You call this the art of walking through walls?" Alanna was so shocked that her glasses almost fell to the ground when she saw Ethan punching a hole in the thick-looking marble wall.

As expected, sometimes I still can't understand his train of thought.

"Is there something wrong? Can't we just pass through the wall?" Ethan dispelled the ancient magic energy wrapped around his hand, shook his right hand which was numb from the shock, and walked straight through the hole in the wall to the next room.

The room was full of spider webs, and dozens of thornback spiders had already turned this place into their own nests. Now seeing Ethan, the uninvited guest who broke into their nests, they waved their claws to send a warning signal, and at the same time shot a white sticky unknown liquid (referring to spider silk) at Ethan.

"The flames are burning."

Simple syllables came out of Ethan's mouth, and white flames swept across the entire room. The big guys here instantly turned into Guangdong and Guangxi specialty snacks all over the floor.

At this moment, Alanna also walked in from the hole that Ethan had made, took off her glasses and rubbed the corners of her eyes that were still twitching uncontrollably.

Just one punch broke through a stone wall nearly half a meter thick, and it was a conceptualized treasure of a Servant. Even if Ethan could use ancient magic to enhance his physical strength, and she could do this, it was still too outrageous to be able to do this.

Can he really still be considered human?

"What are you standing there for? Let's go to the next room." Ethan turned around and waved to Alanna.

"Ah...oh." Alanna came back to her senses, nodded belatedly, and hopped to catch up with Ethan's pace.

In the fourth room, a chimera with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a fire dragon's tail was lying in the middle of the room. When it saw the two people enter the room, it stood up and pounced on them, with saliva dripping from its open bloody mouth.

Then he was kicked by Ethan and flew back along the same path, smashing into the stone wall opposite, unable to get out.

In the fifth room, the mixed army, sea and air force of vicious dogs, griffins and the Selma Lake Monster were all killed in seconds by the lightning summoned by Alanna.

In the sixth room, several eight-eyed giant spiders that were much larger than the previous thornback spiders were lurking there. They were roasted until well done by Ethan with a shout of "CNM, it's on fire."

In the seventh room, the floor was covered with green poisonous slime, and the sticky touch made the two of them feel extremely nauseous.

Although slimes are not threatening, their body structure and composition determine that they can deflect or be immune to most magic. If you want to get rid of them, you can only use pure physical means. Even if the Transfiguration Spell can create various weapons to smash them, their bodies cannot be cleaned up with the Vanishing Spell after they die. They will only scatter on the ground like mud. And with the density of the room, their bodies will definitely pile up to the point where there is no place for the two to step.

In the end, the two of them guessed the answer for two minutes at the entrance of the passage. Ethan, who had 51 rounds and 25 wins, finally lost to Alanna. He picked up the girl by the waist and waded over with a look of disgust on his face.

Ethan's leather boots: Woohoo, I'm not clean anymore~.

"Where do you think they got so many magical animals that have been trained to be so obedient? They are all rare species." Ethan walked slowly in the corridor lined with downward stairs, holding his chin in his hand and lost in thought.

Ever since they came down the mine, he and Alanna have been dealing with a bunch of wild beasts. Not a single member of the Salamander Party has shown up yet, let alone servants.

"The Salamanders are a group of dark wizards who are also well-known poachers in history. Poaching and torturing various endangered magical creatures is their specialty. These trained creatures are usually stolen when they are still eggs or cubs, and then trained from childhood to adulthood. Who knows, these pathetic guys may still regard them as their real parents."

Alanna patiently explained to Ethan, then turned around and asked, "Didn't Professor Binns just talk about these things in the last History of Magic class? Didn't you just listen in class?"

"Don't mention it. You know I just bury my head in the textbook in History of Magic class and can't listen to Professor Binns' lectures at all." Ethan shrugged helplessly.

"Then if you don't listen at all, what are you going to do about the final exam? If you fail the exam, Professor Binns will have to stay back in the summer to make up for the lessons."

"Don't worry about that. I'll just cram before the final exam. Memorizing the most knowledge in the shortest time is a traditional skill of our Chinese people. The reason I know nothing now is simply because I haven't looked up the book yet." Ethan looked nonchalant. "Anyway, I don't plan to continue my studies in the history of magic. The best I can do is get an OWL certificate."

"Master, I sense the reactions of multiple servants in the room ahead. Is it my turn?" Xiao Mo's eager voice sounded again.

"Servant reaction? Is it Hercules?"

"No, it's much weaker than Hercules, and all the reactions are almost the same. It should be the Assassin that can split that you told us about before, Master."

"Oh, Assassin, don't rush in, let me test it first."

"Hey~ Master, didn't we agree on this..."

"Don't worry, I just want to try something out, I won't really do it." Ethan grinned, "You two just wait and see."

Inside the room, the remaining 78 clones were holding all kinds of poisoned weapons, hiding in every corner of the room with their auras blocked, waiting for Ethan to enter the room and then give him the kind care of an assassin.

Even though you are extremely powerful and can sense our attack from behind, how can you defend yourself against our attacks from all directions?

Step, step, step——

Ethan walked into the room alone and nonchalantly, as if he was completely unaware of the Hundred Faces' presence. But the Hundred Faces did not dare to take it lightly at all, and they held their weapons tightly, waiting for the best time to attack.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Well, that's it."

Ethan tugged at his collar and lowered his voice gradually.

bass--

He pulled out a large black sword that was as tall as a person and decorated with leather belts and iron nails from somewhere behind him and held it in front of him. He spoke slowly in the deep voice that he had just suppressed:

"Is it the Hundred Faces? What did countless wisdoms finally accumulate? Is it the desire of hundreds of souls to fight for the only truth? Idiot! Hand over your head."

bang-

The crisp sound of weapons falling echoed in the spacious room. The Hassans who were originally on high alert subconsciously lifted their breath blocking in fear and prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

The mood of the people was broken at this moment.

What's going on? This young man has a familiar-looking sword in his hand, and a voice that sends a chill down the back of your neck... Could he be the first-generation master?

What are you doing here, Master Shodai? It's just an ordinary Holy Grail War, why do you have to get involved? Can't you leave a way out for ordinary Hassans like us?

Could it be that there is something wrong with this Holy Grail War, so you came here to solve the problem? But what do you mean by pretending to be a young man and playing the pig to eat the tiger? You are having fun, but we are in trouble!

In fact, they did think that Ethan was pretending to be the first generation master to scare them, but they didn't dare to take the risk!

The fighting power that Ethan had shown before was too outrageous, and it was totally unlike the level that a normal human could achieve. The absolute strength that could easily control him and crush him, and the fact that he knew his real name like the back of his hand.

It's definitely the first generation adult!

Ethan was naturally completely unaware of the thoughts of Hassan the Hundred Faces. At this moment, he was in ecstasy for having successfully pretended to be cool.

It really is such a pleasant feeling to target the enemy's psychological shadow and win without fighting!

As for whether his impersonation of Wang Ha would make the old man angry, Ethan said there was no need to worry at all.

If old man Wang Ha was really angry, he would definitely jump down from the Throne of Heroes and kill me with a sword. But now I am fine and still alive and well, which is enough to show that old man Wang Ha is definitely not angry.

Maybe he is watching the show right now and is enjoying it more than anyone else.

However, in his opinion, the Hundred Faces were merely frightened by the fear engraved in their spiritual bases. They would not be able to maintain this frightened state for long, so he had to get rid of them quickly before they could react.

So Ethan slammed the sword in his hand heavily to the ground:

"Listen, the evening bells are calling your name. End your life, my Hundred Faces. This is punishment, but also mercy."

So the hundreds of faces tremblingly picked up the weapons that had fallen on the ground before, and pierced their own spirit cores with their swords.

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The big pot cover of New Caesar...are you awake, designer?

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It’s still Xiao Mo’s picture~

Chapter 225 Go, give him two slaps

"All Assassins are dead, sir."

Inside the Holy Grail, a middle-aged man showed the dim Command Seal on his hand to the black-robed man in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Got it." The man in black robe stared at the Holy Grail floating in the air in front of him and responded without turning his head.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while after hearing this, and said, "Sir..."

"Anything else, Simmons?"

"...Sir, we can't just ignore them like this anymore." Simmons gritted his teeth. "According to the intelligence Assassin sent us, it's true that there are only two of them. But they have already demonstrated their powerful strength before. The current distribution of combat power can only stop ordinary wizards, and I'm afraid it won't be enough to hinder them. Should we gather all the remaining servants and monsters to one point to crush them? If we disperse the combat power to every room like now, they will only defeat us one by one."

"Are you questioning my orders?" The man in black robe glanced back at Simmons.

"...I dare not, I'm just a little worried that they will block your plan, sir. After all, if they defeat all the servants, we will..." Simmons trembled and lowered his head, stammering.

"That's not something you need to worry about. I have my own arrangements." The man in black robe waved his hand impatiently, "If there is nothing else, go down."

"Yes..." Simmons forced himself to suppress his dissatisfaction and left the room pretending to be respectful.

What do you mean by having your own arrangements? I guess you just can't bring yourself to admit that there was something wrong with your plan?

It seems that this gentleman has been acting a little abnormal since he found out that Ethan came to Red Tomb City. He has been doing all kinds of confusing things like he has a sudden illness. One moment he said he would bring Ethan back, and the next moment he said he would let him roam around for two days. He kept jumping around like a psychopath, almost like Rozier.