Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

At this time, a big shot gave me some advice and I should wait until the end of the month when the National Day holiday starts before offering the reward. That way, there will definitely be more readers who will come to the reward at the end of the month and during the holiday.

I thought, well, that makes sense, so I’ll wait a little longer and announce the reward a day or two before the National Day holiday. Then you can use all kinds of rewards to crush me (happy).

Okay, that’s all I have to say. There are some other things that I will talk about at the end of this volume, such as the origins of the names of the male and female protagonists and some little easter eggs that no one has discovered.

Chapter 229: Commit suicide, Lancer! (6k)

The Thompson M1928A1 submachine gun, made in the United States, fired a 0.45-inch diameter high-powered pistol bullet with a theoretical maximum rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute. It was ordered in large quantities by Britain and other European allies during World War II and put into actual combat. The British military alone ordered more than 10 submachine guns, but most of them sank into the Atlantic Ocean midway due to attacks by German submarines.

This is the big treasure that Ethan found in the wooden crate in the basement before, and now he holds it in his right hand. Not only can it be equipped with a 30-round magazine like now, but it can also be replaced with a 50- or 100-round drum magazine, which can be used for fire suppression.

Although the gun is old, it has been very well maintained. In addition, he gave it a final inspection before leaving, so he doesn't have to worry about accidents such as jamming or falling apart.

As for the big guy in his other hand, it is the AK-74 automatic rifle, developed by the Soviet Union, firing 5.45×39 mm M74 bullets, with a theoretical maximum rate of fire of 650 rounds per minute. Although the caliber of the ammunition is small, it has a high rate of fire and a simple, strong and durable structure. It can cope with various harsh environments and brutal operations, so it has always been loved by various countries.

This was the thing in the box that Natalia gave him before. Although he didn't know where she got it from, and she gave him something that should be very precious, it was very easy to use and much more comfortable than the Thompson.

He put both guns into the pocket on the inside of his leather jacket, which had its capacity expanded using the Traceless Stretching Charm, so he could take them out at any time to surprise the enemy.

And with Ethan's powerful wrist strength, he can hold it with one hand without the recoil affecting his shooting accuracy, just like now.

Dadadadadadadadadada--

The flickering fire between the muzzle brakes made Ethan's face red in the dim room. The golden bullet flew over two obstacles and accurately hit the man in black robes. His body, which was already full of cracks, was like a fragile plaster block under the bombardment of bullets, and small fragments kept breaking off, but no blood flowed out.

In less than ten seconds, the magazines of both guns were emptied. Ethan put the AK-74 in his left hand back into the pocket behind him and replaced it with a heavy drum magazine.

The main reason was that this AK-74 didn't have much ammunition left, so he had to use it sparingly. The bullets in the box Natalia gave him were really limited. Unlike the Thompson, he could buy enough ammunition directly from the gun shop in Red Tomb City so that he could spend as much as he wanted. The boss also gave him three drums of ammunition because he bought a lot.

With a slight shake of his right hand, the empty magazine was thrown out of the gun, and then he unloaded the bullet and loaded it into the gun in one go, and then he pulled the trigger again at the man in black robe.

A total of 160 bullets were fired, and the man in black robe was beaten to pieces. The flames and shields around him were no longer able to maintain their function and disappeared.

He staggered back a few steps and fell back onto the bullet-riddled stone chair behind him, covering his face which had been blasted beyond recognition. It was hard to tell whether his tone was one of shock or excitement:

"I didn't expect you to have such a method. I must admit that I underestimated you."

After retrieving the magazine on the ground, Ethan put the Chicago typewriter in his hand back into his back pocket. He did not rush to approach the black-robed man who seemed to be on his last breath, but stepped back a distance and began to rub the light cannon with his hands.

He hasn't forgotten that the guy in front of him has two servants in his hands, and they haven't appeared yet. Who knows, they might be somewhere ready to stab him in the back.

Prepare for the worst. Maybe everything that has happened so far is a trick of his. He is waiting for you to let down your guard when you think you have won, and then let the servant who has been lurking get rid of you.

Just as Ethan was gathering strength and being on guard, the man in black robe stood up from the stone chair again. The scars on his face glowed with a strange red light, and the missing flesh was instantly restored.

He glanced at Ethan who was gathering his strength, and had no intention of interrupting him. He just turned his head to look at the Holy Grail floating in the air behind him, and muttered to himself in an imperceptible voice:

"Very good, that's enough."

Three strangely shaped command seals appeared on the back of the black-robed man's right hand, emitting a bright red glow:

"In the name of the Command Seal, commit suicide, Lancer!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

"What's wrong, Tony? You were so powerful before, why can't you stand up now?"

A brown-haired man in a black robe was smiling smugly. Not far in front of him, Tony, dressed in red, holding a broadsword nearly as tall as a person, was fighting fiercely with the green-clad Lancer in front of him who was holding two guns.

"Oh, then why don't you just do it yourself? What's the point of letting others be the thugs while you hide behind and grumble?"

Tony sneered, dodged Lancer's spear, turned to look at the man in black, and said in a deep voice:

"Stop it, Arius. Look at what you've become. Your wife and daughter wouldn't want to see you like this."

"Shut up! You still have the nerve to mention them now?" Arius was extremely emotional. "If you hadn't meddled in their affairs, Lucia and Matilda wouldn't have died!"

"I'm meddling in other people's business? If I hadn't stopped you, the entire Hogmi Village would have been buried with you! That kind of black magic can't cure them, why can't you figure it out?"

"I don't care about other people's lives! As long as I can heal them, that's enough! I can obviously do it. If you hadn't stopped me, they wouldn't have died because of the failed ritual!"

"You are really hopeless..."

Tony saw that he couldn't persuade his old friend to come back, so he could only sigh helplessly and murmured softly:

"The flames were blazing and the pieces were shattering."

Then he swung forward with the greatsword in hand, releasing a stream of sword energy wrapped in flames, heading straight for the Lancer in front of him.

Seeing this, Lancer slowly pointed the scarlet spear in his hand forward, and the flaming sword energy disappeared the moment it touched the spear.

Tony pursed his lips, his expression becoming more serious.

It was always like this. My magic attacks were easily neutralized by him. As for close combat, my weapon was not as wide as the opponent's spear, so I was completely constrained. And his yellow pistol was not simple either. There must be some kind of curse on it. My arm was just scratched by the yellow spear, and the wound did not heal.

"I have beaten you to this extent, and I think it is enough. Let's end it now. In the name of the Command Seal -"

Arius showed the Command Seal on the back of his hand, and just as he was about to use it to enhance Lancer's combat power, he was surprised to find that the scarlet Command Seal on the back of his hand was disappearing at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, there was nothing left on the back of his hand.

"Could it be... Impossible, how could it be so fast?"

At the same time, Lancer, who was fighting fiercely with Tony, suddenly changed his offensive and stabbed his own chest with the red spear in his hand, directly piercing his spiritual core.

"This……"

Tony looked at Lancer who turned into spirit particles and dissipated with a look of surprise. For a moment his mind couldn't react to what was happening.

But he quickly gave up thinking about it. Since the opponent's helpers had already left, there were only himself and Arius left. This made the situation simple.

Next, it's time for the two of us~

Arius swallowed his saliva, and looked tremblingly at Tony, who was walking towards him slowly with a big sword upside down and a grim smile on his face, with a look of horror on his face:

"Don't come over here!"

-

As the black-robed man finished speaking, Ethan on the other side also completed his ultimate move, pushing the ball of light condensed on his chest forward:

"Core shock!"

The pure white light stream without any color pollution moved forward at high speed, engulfing the man in black robe in an instant. The stone chair behind him was not even affected in the slightest. This was the result of Ethan's precise manipulation of his energy.

The light faded, and there was nothing left where the black-robed man had just stood. It looked as if he had indeed been completely annihilated by Ethan's light cannon, but -

"As expected, you always give me a surprise no matter what time it is, Ethan. I am increasingly looking forward to your strength."

The voice of the man in black robes echoed in the room like a ghost. Just below the Holy Grail, tiny dust particles in the air slowly gathered together, and his body slowly condensed into shape from a pile of debris like clay being molded.

"But I'm afraid the contest between us will end here. My goal has been achieved." The man in black robe coughed violently twice. The hasty dodge just now was quite a strain on him. His body was really at its limit at this moment.

hum-

The holy grail floating above his head emitted a strange red light. The bright red beam of light poured out from the inside of the holy grail like liquid, pouring down and covering the man in black robe.

At the same time, bright red light appeared on the bodies of the Fire Snake Party members located in various locations in the underground caves, as if their vitality had been sucked away, and their bodies quickly turned into mummies.

"How could this happen? What on earth happened?"

Old Rozier looked at his right hand which was shrinking rapidly. Before he could even scream, it turned into a pile of dust on the ground. The metal left arm also fell to the ground with a clang and broke into small pieces.

The same thing happened to the Masters who had summoned Servants before. Except for Arius who was now outside the Red Tomb City, the other five Masters turned to dust.

"As expected, the Holy Grail has been tampered by you, right?" Ethan clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, now that the Holy Grail is in our hands, wouldn't it be a shame not to do something beneficial to ourselves? Lancer, who just used the Command Spell to commit suicide, is the last Servant besides Saber on your side."

The black-robed man was bathed in red light, and the cracks on his face healed quickly. He said with great pride:

"Now, the Holy Grail War is over. No matter who wins, the Holy Grail will be mine!"

"How could this happen..." Alanna, who was standing by, obviously also heard these words. She knelt down on the ground dejectedly, covering her face and sobbing helplessly.

Why do problems always occur when we are just one step away from our goals?

"What wish did you make to the Holy Grail? Did you want to let everyone in this town become your sacrifice again?" Ethan raised his hand and summoned a spear of light, stabbing it towards the black-robed man under the Holy Grail again.

It seems that the wish he made should be related to his body or soul. If he is killed now, it may not be too late to stop the Holy Grail from fulfilling his wish.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't need the souls of ordinary people anymore. They are of too poor quality and are not enough to restore the damage to my soul. What I want is the power of the souls of the servants in the Holy Grail!"

"To be precise, I did not make a wish to the Holy Grail, but I changed the structure of the Holy Grail so that the soul power of the servants absorbed by the Holy Grail flowed into me. Instead, the souls of my subordinates will be filled in as a supplement, so that the Holy Grail has enough energy to start again, and only then will it begin to realize the true wish I made to the Holy Grail."

"In that case, why don't you let all your servants commit suicide to achieve your goal from the beginning, instead of waiting until I get here to take action?" Ethan pierced the black-robed man's chest with a spear of light and said sternly:

"Don't give me such a clichéd excuse as wanting to end things with me!"

"You're half right, Ethan. I do need you to come here, but not to end things with you." A powerful force burst out from the black-robed man's hands, tightly clamping Ethan's wrists that were holding the light spear.

"You are really strong, Ethan. Whether it is the body that has been nourished by my ritual or your own adaptability to the lost spell, I envy you so much!"

"I have also occupied other people's bodies before, and even tried to summon creatures from other worlds to serve as my own body, but those never satisfied me. Later I realized that what I really wanted was your body!"

"Gan Lin's mother! Don't say such disgusting things. I'm not gay!"

Ethan twisted his wrist in anger, and the black-robed man's hands were torn off like a low-quality domestic action figure. The light spear that pierced the black-robed man's body also burst out like a cluster bomb, piercing the black-robed man's body from the inside out. (Alter Emiya gave a thumbs up)

"You talk too much, just shut up and go on your way!"

"Then have you ever wondered why I tell you so much, Ethan?"

"Of course I know that an old bastard like you will only tell everything when you think you have won, in order to satisfy your desire to talk. To put it bluntly, you are arrogant and think you can control the situation!" Ethan sneered, "But unfortunately, you underestimated our strength this time."

"You are right. It would be a shame if no one knew about such a well-planned plan." The man in black robe shook his head. "And you are wrong about one thing. I did not underestimate the strength between you and me."

"Really? That doesn't fit your current situation!" Ethan exerted force on his hands again, "Go to hell!"

The light spear exploded a second time, and the black-robed man's body was completely blown into a sieve. A large number of cracks spread from the wound to the entire body, like a dangerous building that had reached its limit, collapsing into tiny pieces bit by bit.

"Don't be so anxious, Ethan. I haven't finished talking yet. It's not polite to interrupt others." The man in black robe seemed to be completely unconcerned about the cracks on his body. He just kept the posture of being pierced by Ethan and continued to ask slowly:

"Let me ask you, Ethan. Why is it that the amount of magic in your body is not at the same level as that of ordinary people, and why does it take so little time to restore such a vast amount of magic power?"

"Why is your body so strong that it can even compete with a top-notch Servant like Hercules?"

"Why did you come here so easily without encountering any obstacles along the way, and come to me?"

"Stop talking!"

Although she didn't know what the man in black robe was going to say, Alanna instinctively felt that if he told her the answers to these questions, something bad would definitely happen. So she wiped away the tears from her eyes, raised her upper body and shouted at the top of her lungs.

“There is only one answer.”

"Shut up!" Xiao Mo was about to rush forward when she saw the situation was not good, but before she could take two steps, a red light flashed in the eyes of the man in black robe, and an invisible hemispherical barrier wrapped her and Alana, blocking her way.

"Damn it!" Xiao Mo hammered the barrier in front of him angrily, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Because Ethan, you are the strongest body in the world that I have created after decades of hard work and effort! Although you are adaptable to the Lost Curse, that kind of power is not enough to make you so strong!"

"A large part of the extraordinary strength you possess now comes from the souls and vitality of those who were sacrificed in the ceremony! Ahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" the black-robed man laughed crazily.

"So what? You don't think I'll blame myself and lose my will to fight because of this, do you?" Ethan snorted disdainfully.

"It was you who killed those innocent people, not me. I am a victim just like them. This power is just an accidental product for me. I am not an overly noble saint, so I will not feel uneasy because of this. And it is because of this unexpected power that I have the ability to avenge you for those who died in vain!"

Moreover, he was not worried that his current body would be condemned by heaven because it was the creation of black magic. If that were the case, then when he faced Martha's holy light attack last night, this body would have collapsed directly because it could not withstand the purifying effect contained in the holy light.

"You have a good character, Ethan. How are you going to respond to what I am going to say next?" Upon hearing this, the man in black robe put away his facial expressions and twisted his mouth corners in sarcasm. With every extra word he said, more debris fell from his face due to the twitching of his cheeks.

"You missed one point. Everything that has happened so far has been part of my plan. I just said that I did not underestimate our strength. I know you are much stronger than me. With your strength, even the little tricks I have developed after decades of research on lost spells are not enough to overturn the situation in the face of your absolute power."

"And I don't want to defeat you. The reason why I waited for you to come here, let you come here easily, and even deliberately let you get close to me, is to occupy your body again!"

"What did you say?"

Ethan hesitated briefly after hearing these words, and it was this brief moment of distraction that gave the man in black the opportunity to take advantage of him.

He just said so many things, the fundamental purpose was to distract Ethan for even a moment. After all, his soul was too scarred now, and he no longer had enough strength to expel his soul from his body like he did half a year ago.

Only by luring him to distract himself like now, can I take advantage of his unpreparedness to invade his body and suppress his soul. Although the time is only a short moment, at such a close distance, it is enough for him.

"You and I have intertwined branches and roots."

The black-robed man muttered to himself, a red light flashed in his eyes, and a burst of red smoke poured out from his seven orifices, wrapping up Ethan's body. His body was completely disintegrated into dust and scattered on the ground.

"Welcome back, my forever and strongest body!"

"What……"

The black fog completely penetrated Ethan's body. He instantly lost control of his body. His five senses to the outside world were also cut off. All that was left before his eyes was endless darkness.

He felt his soul trapped in a suffocating feeling, as if it was held by a pair of large hands, constantly kneading it, and finally being crushed fiercely. Every inch of memory that made up his self was constantly dissipating.

Hogwarts, Professor Figo, Alanna, Cassandra, Sister Mirabell, Harry, Ron, Hermione... Everything in his mind gradually faded away, and his consciousness finally sank into darkness and returned to calm.

"Sanmu, wake up, get up!" Suddenly someone shook his body, and the gentle voice was very familiar to him, "What time is it, and you're still sleeping?"

Ethan seemed to have woken up from a nightmare. He sat up suddenly from the bed, blinked and saw the woman in front of him clearly, and shouted incoherently: