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Chapter 238: The Holy Grail War Concluded

Outside, the violent tremors originating from deep within the earth's veins, which had nearly overturned the entire Ryudong Temple, subsided without warning.

The earth fell silent, leaving only the lingering echoes of magic trembling in the air, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

El-Melloi II's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

Based on his previous experience, or rather, his future experience, the most dangerous part of dismantling the Greater Grail is not breaking the complex spell, but confronting the Heroic Spirit named Angra Mainyu, who resides inside the Grail—or rather, the "all evil of this world" born from the twisted desires of that innocent youth.

He still vividly remembers that after the Fifth Holy Grail War, the magical power accumulated inside the Holy Grail had been completely exhausted.

Even under those circumstances, it took him and Rin Tohsaka a tremendous amount of effort to barely eliminate the source of the curse.

And now, at this point in time, the Greater Grail is at its peak, having accumulated sixty years of magical power.

Forcibly dismantling it at this moment would inevitably provoke the monster's most ferocious counterattack.

The risks of confronting a pure collection of malice with a human body are self-evident.

It was precisely because of this immense hidden risk that he requested the King of Conquerors and the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom to remain in this place as a final precaution.

But now it seems... the nauseating malice within the Holy Grail has truly been suppressed.

He really is... monstrous, Kenneth...

El-Melloi II's lips curled into a bittersweet smile of genuine admiration.

To be able to analyze the vast and complex system of the Holy Grail War to such an extent in such a short time is truly awe-inspiring.

"Ha~"

A soft laugh came from beside her, and Scáthach's crimson eyes flashed with amusement.

With her keen eye, she could naturally see more than El-Melloi II.

It seems the secret hidden by her cheap disciple is far more interesting than she imagined.

"We can begin now, Queen of the Land of Shadows~"

Upon seeing this, El-Melloi II immediately composed himself and spoke solemnly to Scáthach.

The next moment, the two acted simultaneously.

The spell that had been set up in the Winterwood Spirit Vein was activated instantly.

Golden runes moved across the ground like living things, outlining intricate and sacred geometric patterns.

The symbols of the Eight Trigrams formed an array, with black and white halos flowing outwards, echoing the runes and nesting with each other to form an unprecedented complex array.

The moment the formation was activated, the entire earth veins of Fuyuki City resonated with it.

A massive torrent of magical power, enough to drive any magician mad, was forcibly guided by the giant "pump" formed by the double array, and began to be frantically extracted from the Greater Grail system along a predetermined trajectory.

No matter how powerful the monster inside the Holy Grail may be, its existence ultimately requires magic to sustain it.

Within the Holy Grail's consciousness space, Angra Mainyu felt his own power rapidly draining away. The feeling of being emptied was even more terrifying than the burning of the Samadhi Fire.

He huddled in the blue flames, uttering his final question, filled with endless confusion and resentment.

"Why? Why?! I just... responded to their wishes... why did I have to go through this!"

He couldn't understand.

He was just an ordinary person who was chosen, sacrificed, and given the concept of "evil," faithfully fulfilling the "duty" imposed upon him. Why was his final fate to be completely erased?
"It's very simple."

"Because you're unlucky."

"So rest in peace, evil spirits..."

Kenneth watched the youth's silhouette gradually become transparent in the flames, his eyes showing neither pity nor disgust.

As soon as he finished speaking, Angolan Manuel's final form, along with his mournful wail, vanished into nothingness in the blue sacred fire.

As he vanished, the endless darkness and filth that enveloped the entire spiritual world receded rapidly, like the receding tide.

Blinding light once again filled the space.

Outside, at the center of the underground cavity, accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, a huge sphere, seemingly composed of pure light and magic, slowly emerged from the spiritual vein node of Fuyuki.

It is sacred and solemn, exuding a magnificent aura capable of accomplishing all miracles.

"Is this... the true form of the Holy Grail?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka gazed up at the enormous sphere of light, momentarily lost in thought.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zouken Matou, whose body had been burned beyond recognition by Tokiomi Tohsaka's magic, had a final burst of light in his turbid eyes the moment he saw the Holy Grail appear.

He let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and dragged his broken body toward the Holy Grail with all his might.

Immortality! Anyone who can enter it will gain eternal life!
"Want to run?!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka snapped back to reality, his expression changed, and with a flick of his wrist, two enormous rubies flew out of his hand, streaking across the sky in two crimson streaks, and shot precisely toward Zouken Matou.

boom! boom!
The gem exploded in mid-air, and a blazing storm of fire instantly engulfed Zouken Matou's gaunt body.

However, faced with an explosion powerful enough to melt steel, Zouken Matou made no attempt to dodge, allowing the destructive flames to engulf him.

If only we could get to that place… if only we could get to that place… The old man’s mangled body disintegrated inch by inch in the flames, turning into countless charred insects that scattered in all directions.

After the flames subsided, only one Crest Worm remained, the sole embodiment of his soul and obsession, dragging its charred body, stubbornly crawling step by step toward the Holy Grail.

Upon witnessing this scene, even Tokiomi Tohsaka, filled with boundless hatred, couldn't help but feel a slight unease at the old monster's obsession that had lasted for over five hundred years.

But this touching moment could not extinguish the flames of revenge that burned within him for his daughter, Sakura!
He slowly raised his hand, new magic gathering at his fingertips, preparing to deliver the final blow to this vile insect.

But at that moment, a pure white figure appeared in front of him without warning, casually extending a hand to block his poised attack.

She was a woman dressed in a pure white gown, with long silver hair flowing like moonlight, and ruby-like eyes filled with compassion and gentleness.

Ignoring the astonished Tokiomi Tohsaka, she slowly bent down and gently picked up the ugly, charred Crest Worm from the ground with her spotless hands.

"Long time no see, Machiri..."

She softly called out an ancient and unfamiliar name.

Upon hearing the sound, the wriggling of the marking insect abruptly stopped.

“Yus…Tisa…”

From the shattered fragments of memory, filled with hatred and desire for five hundred years, Zouken Matou... no, Marchi Zorgen, finally found the name corresponding to the face before him.

Although five hundred years have passed, the woman's voice, appearance, and smile are still deeply imprinted in the deepest part of his soul, never fading.

Yes… everything he did, his willingness to transform himself into this inhuman, grotesque form, his relentless pursuit of the Holy Grail and immortality… all stemmed from the initial promise he made, from the desire to… see this person again…

In the palm of Justessa Rislesi von Einzbern, the Crest Worm that served as the core of Zouken Matou ceased its final struggle, and the breath of life completely dissipated.

"Goodbye, Marchi..."

The woman in white let out a long sigh, and the insect corpse in her palm turned to ashes.

After doing all this, she turned around, looked at Kenneth and the others, nodded slightly to them, and her figure turned into specks of light and disappeared into the air.

"Scathach."

Kenneth's voice broke the silence.
"Do it."

Scáthach didn't say much, and two magic spears appeared out of thin air in her hands.

She leaped into the air, combining her two guns into one, gathering immense magical power at the tips of the guns, and with a clear shout, hurled them down towards the connection point between the Greater Grail and the ley lines below!

"Gae Bolg Alternative!"

A crimson meteor tore through space, precisely severing the last link between the Greater Grail and the Fuyuki Vein.

Without the support of the source of magic, the remaining figures of the Servants in the ritual arena began to become transparent.

"Young man, well done! I believe that in the future, you too will be able to follow in my footsteps and reach that endless sea!"

Iskandar the Conqueror laughed heartily and patted El-Melloi II on the shoulder beside him.

"Did you... figure it out?"

King El-Melloi II was taken aback, his expression quite complicated.

"Haha! Only that kid is still in the dark, isn't he?"

The Conqueror King glanced at Waver behind him, laughed heartily, and then vanished in a golden speck of light.

Only Weber seemed somewhat confused.

Meanwhile, Kenneth flicked his finger, and a small ball of silver [Moon Spirit Essence Liquid] flew towards Scáthach, who was about to dissipate.

"This is……?"

"It contains records of runes from another world..."

"Oh?"

Scáthach took the flowing metal, feeling the vast and novel knowledge system contained within it, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Then it gradually disappeared...

After doing all this, Kenneth looked at the Holy Grail, which had lost its luster and resembled a huge crystal wreck.

A smile of almost excitement appeared on his face. According to the agreement, the ownership of this item belonged to him.

Studying magic in this world is an extremely difficult thing.

Firstly, magic is a law from outside the world, and its difficulty is like a fish in the sea trying to study how birds fly; the world itself lacks a suitable experimental environment and observation samples.

Therefore, to learn magic, one must either learn it from its roots or, like the disciple of the Third Magician, create Justeza by pure chance.

Secondly, such external rules will be subject to the monitoring and targeting of the world itself by two major restraining forces—Gaia and Alaya.

But for him, these are not problems.

Because he happened to know of a world, a world entirely composed of souls and spiritual particles.

That world called Death...

(End of this chapter)