The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

3. As he said this, Bazdilot raised his right hand again.

"Once again, command the recollection of all the humans you have seen so far using the Command Spell."

5. “Repeat the command with the Command Spell: Accept the earthly garment (human nature) with equanimity.”

The three Command Seals were consumed at the same time as the summoning, which was truly horrifying.

However, on Bazdilot's left wrist, where all the Command Seals had disappeared, a red and black tattoo pattern, different from the Command Seals, was revealed from his sleeve.

"For what they deny, just offer them your blessings, praise, and admiration...to your heart's content."

Bazdilot unleashed the power of the Command Seals and his own magical energy towards the Heroic Spirit in front of him.

Using the oriental magic considered heretical at the Clock Tower, he continuously injected the red and black unidentified objects extending from his arm into the bodies of the Heroic Spirits.

Chapter Sixteen: The Inspection

The "mud" that Bazdilot brought in, along with the "curse" that constituted one of its own sins, intertwined, causing the elite spirit to kneel and emit a scream that shook the entire space.

“─────────!!!”

In response to its roar, the heroic spirit's body also underwent a dramatic change.

First, a reddish-black mud mass covered the spirit's entire body. Then, muscles gradually fell away from its robust limbs, as if the bones themselves had shrunk. Even its height shrank by about 50 centimeters.

The mud-like unidentified substance covering his body turned into dye, staining the hero's skin a reddish-black color.

Then, the different kinds of power that were intertwined with the mud near the heart transformed into white dye, which was engraved with radial patterns as if to show the wounds that had ripped open the heart.

At the same time, the hero's screams stopped abruptly, and as if nothing had happened, he stood up in a flash.

Gazing at the silent Heroic Spirit who had turned his gaze toward him, Bazdielot spoke in a calm tone:

"I'm asking you, are you my Servant?"

After a period of silence, the heroic spirit gave its answer.

“…Well, alright then.”

He unfolded the cloth draped over his shoulders and hung it over his head to cover his face.

"To complete my revenge... I will use you. When you are no longer of any use, I will personally twist your head off."

Despite the extremely frightening words, Bazdilot remained expressionless and continued to ask:

Why are you hiding your face?

"...This is a self-admonition, so as to prevent 'human sins' from entering my field of vision."

"...Ah, really? Is that piece of cloth the outer layer of that thing? If I can move freely like that, then there's no problem."

“What’s going on… In any case, I don’t intend to expose this face to the world. Until I use the power of the Holy Grail to banish the name I fear.”

The strange words, "To erase names with the power of the Holy Grail," made Bazdilot hum and stroke his chin, saying:

"Since that's the case, what should we call you by your real name? Compared to your original form of existence, this is a serious change... Alternative... How about we call you Horta?"

At this moment, the heroic spirit gently shook his head and revealed his true name.

That was his true name, which had changed and was completely different from when he was first summoned, and which also symbolized his origin.

"My name is Alcides."

This is the childhood name of a great hero, the son of Amphitryon and Alcmene, the heir to the Mycenaean royal bloodline, and the name of the origin of humanity.

And it was shortly after all this was accomplished that the power that Manjusaka sent out to patrol this land, to tentatively hunt and survey it.

It must have been the commotion that had occurred here earlier, the immense magical power generated by the use of the three Command Seals, and the unpleasant stench of the black sludge that had inadvertently been revealed that caused the wandering power to pounce on it as if it had caught something.

Although layers of barriers have been set up here, it's enough to fool ordinary people, but it won't be so easy to fool those with a truly keen sense of smell or perception.

At least the one in the southern forest was able to detect what had appeared here, and could even clearly sense the presence of the red and black "mud".

However, when this aura entered the factory, the hero, whose power was distorted by the black mud and Command Seals, naturally noticed it.

Of course, the main reason is that the one who wandered here had an undisguised, majestic aura.

For him, there was really no need to cover anything up. It makes no sense at all. What was there for him to cover up?

The bold and reckless Ares doesn't think much; all he seeks is the exhilarating bloodshed and slaughter.

At least the power of Ares summoned by Manjusaka was that of Ares who was still arrogant, warlike, and fond of blood and killing.

As for Ares, who gives courage, protects people from harm, maintains peace, and dispels suffering, he must be sought elsewhere.

Since Manjushri does not need this power, she naturally will not call upon it.

He was ultimately not a devout believer, but rather his thinking was closer to the norm in the country where he grew up.

"Something's strange. I sensed a familiar aura that I hate, but there's also a vague feeling about it."

But it doesn't matter. Whether it is or not, since it carries this repulsive divine aura, it should be trampled and ravaged.

This outcome was already predetermined when the hero chose to abandon the name Hercules and revert to his childhood name, Alcides.

Now he is a vengeful avenger who has abandoned the name of hero and is now a human being, determined to deny all the gods of Olympus.

Of course, the same applies to the other gods. As the shadow of a fool who has fallen to the gods, Alcides was born to defile and blaspheme the gods.

Alcides grasped the great bow made of magic, and the air had already become suffocating the moment Ares' power appeared.

The bow looked larger than that of an ordinary carpenter, but it seemed a little small in Alcides's hands.

He silently and gently pulled the bowstring taut, then released it, and an arrow was shot out.

Then, a loud bang came from underground, and a gale swept through the room where Alcides was. Arrows wrapped in the aura of death, carrying all the magic power in the workshop, shot through the entire workshop and flew straight towards the divine power coming from the outside.

The arrow, whose speed alone surpasses that of the wind and even exceeds its speed, tears through the air and releases shockwaves.

Even the windows of the surrounding factories were shattered, as if a violent explosion had occurred there.

而刚9刚来到这4里，由满是血8气色彩2和气味的魔4力乱3流，在瞬息之3间就被风0所切裂5。

The thunder roared directly through the sky, and a dazzling flash of light streaked across the night, bringing with it a deafening roar.

Ares's power appeared to be torn apart by the arrow fired by Alcides, but it was only a loose stream of magic and was not actually damaged much. The magic quickly gathered together again.

It was just a sudden attack that enraged the will attached to this magic. How could the already manic god who patrolled this land accept an attack from others?

This cannot even be considered a provocation; it is an extremely malicious declaration of war, which must be appeased only by paying a bloody price and making him suffer the consequences of his own life and bloodshed.

He will become a terrible human catastrophe, unleashing all his desires and anger upon this place.

The magic formed a chariot pulled by four horses, but no one stood on it; only a suit of armor made of magic wielded a spear.

The four horses were Eton, Cornabos, Froggios, and Phoebus, whose names mean burning, riot, fire, and terror, respectively. ②

Then the hounds and eagles, also made of magic, acted as his messengers, rushing through the hole in the ground. Nine

But the hounds and eagles that rushed in first ran headlong into the blue flames.

A three-headed dog, the size of a mature elephant, exhaled erratic blue breath.

This is the Noble Phantasm possessed by Alcides. Twisted by the black mud, he lost the Twelve Trials, the Noble Phantasm that was a blessing from the gods, but in doing so, he gained the complete Twelve Glories.

The Twelve Glories are the twelve Noble Phantasms that Herakl completed through twelve trials.

Here, the three-headed dog was summoned; this is the final trial of the twelve trials. (Filthy)

Hercules once wounded Hades and subdued Cerberus, the three-headed hound of Cerberus, with his bare hands. 6

The power he gained from this feat was the ability to summon the three-headed dog he had once subdued and brought back to the world of the living from the underworld. (4)

What appeared outside?

"Bazdilot asked."

"Uncertain, but it should be the remnants of God, or something similar."

Alcides spoke with remarkable calmness, even tilting his head slightly towards Bazdilot as he asked:

"I hope I'll have no problem using all my strength here. Even though it's just remnants of a god, it still takes effort to destroy it."

"It's alright. We've already considered this, and implemented measures such as barriers and otherworldly transformations. Use your power to eliminate the enemy, and show me the power that should be used to crush the gods."

Bazdilot showed no intention of stopping them, and simply spoke calmly.

"I'll do it even if you tell me to, just don't get in my way."

"This is a boundary that points to ②, but it's not completely 0. However, 4. a few obstacles shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" si↑

"……Um"

Alcádez did not reply, but prepared himself to face the approaching sound of hooves and wheels.

The three-headed dog that was dispatched had barely leaped up when it was pierced through by a spear.

Although the three-headed dog of the underworld has a considerable reputation, here, without Hades's protection, it cannot even reach the level of a divine beast; it can only be considered a magical beast.

It must be said that the monsters in Type-Moon that are related to gods are quite susceptible to the effects of blessing, and the difference between having blessing and being completely unenhanced is quite large.

Of course, a Cerberus that has truly received divine protection would not be so easily defeated.

With the blessing of Cerberus, it probably possesses destructive power and durability comparable to TOP Servants.

But as soon as Ares's chariot landed in this space, everything began to move.

This workshop, which the Scoradio family had painstakingly built, was equipped with an extremely large barrier and otherworldly measures.

This is a composite art form created by multiple magicians combining their respective areas of expertise in magic, intricately intertwining various types of magic such as otherworldly transformations, illusions, barriers, and the configuration of magical beasts.

Even Bazdilot could only start the workshop, not make it fully operational, and once the workshop was fully operational, even Bazdilot himself couldn't get out of it.

But even at the start, the space begins to gradually turn into a maze.

The ceiling of the underground warehouse opens up in a winding, undulating pattern, revealing a clear blue morning sky.

The meat processing plant, as a whole, gradually transformed into a completely different model while being distorted on one side.

The next instant, ferocious demonic beasts began to fall in freefall from the spiraling ceiling.

However, this only pleased Ares more. While such a number of magical beasts might be troublesome for a magician, for Ares they were simply a wonderful source of killing and bloodshed.

It simply drove its chariot across this land that had been transformed into a vast otherworld.

The fallen monsters, the monsters that suddenly attacked, were pierced by spears and trampled by the ferocious horses, and then turned into mincemeat under the wheels and hooves.

Where Ares' chariots ravaged, only traces of bright red blood remained.