The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

All the patients' symptoms were caused by people who had left the town eventually returning. Their families speculated that it might be due to some kind of mental illness. As a result, a large number of patients flooded into the hospital.

"Oh, doctor, what's wrong?"

Located in an inner area of ​​the hospital, slightly away from the chaos, a young female nurse saw an elderly doctor who had finished his shift early and was wandering around, so she struck up a conversation with him.

"It's nothing, I just forgot something in the patient's room."

"I see. Since the entrance is quite chaotic right now, be careful when you leave."

"really? Thank you."

Then, after confirming that the nurse had left, the old doctor's appearance completely changed to that of the nurse from before.

"How is it, Mr. Jack?"

The Servant who had transformed into the female nurse heard the voice of his Master, Flat, in his mind.

They are the fake Berserkers in this Holy Grail War, and Master Flat Escaldes is a member of El-Melloi's classroom.

His follower was none other than the infamous killer Jack the Ripper, though not the real Jack from history, but rather a personification of the Jack that people had speculated about.

The two of them noticed the fog covering the city. In order to find the source of the magic that was covering the town like fog, Flat discovered that the area near the Central Hospital was surrounded by a relatively dense fog, so he sent his servants to infiltrate the area to investigate.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Waiting for the Rabbit

"Okay, no problem. I've got the pass to get in, don't worry."

The berserker, whose barcode-like pass hanging around the nurse's neck also changes, constantly transforms into other people passing by, gathering all sorts of information as he walks.

However, the Berserker himself could not see the fog and could only rely on the information conveyed by his Master to take action.

"Is this direction good enough? Can we really see my field of vision through shared senses?"

"Yes, barely... Well, the fog got thicker above those stairs."

"I understand. Let's proceed with caution."

Even though Jack was communicating in his mind, he still nodded vigorously and then looked up at the top of the stairs with a focused mind.

'I really can't see anything, but since Master said so, it must be true.'

As Jack walked up the stairs and continued forward, the words "Special Isolation Ward" came into view.

It appears to be a facility for isolating patients with special infectious diseases; to enter or leave this place, one even needs to pass through a sterilization room first.

'What's going on? Is one of the doctors, a Master, isolating their Servant here?'

Jack pondered this with a slight doubt, but when he saw someone preparing to come out of the sterilization room, he immediately transformed into the appearance of the female nurse he had seen before.

"Oh dear, didn't you already get off work?"

A female doctor walked out of the sterilization room and asked in confusion.

"Excuse me, I think I forgot to bring something."

"Really? I wonder if there are still many people in the psychiatric ward. There was the desert oil pipeline explosion, the terrorist attack at the hotel, and the daytime tornado... So many things have happened in a row, and I think many people have been affected by them."

The female doctor, seemingly engaged in some kind of theoretical contemplation, searched for information on the tavern and then shook her head as she spoke in a self-assured tone.

“Because my sister also works at that police station, I was extremely anxious until she contacted me this morning… But it’s not all bad news. Xiaochun’s condition was stable this morning. If it continues to be stable, she may regain consciousness soon.”

"Xiaochun...really? That's wonderful!"

Since Jack couldn't copy his memories in an instant, he had to cooperate with the other person's conversation as appropriate.

"Yes, when I first discovered that tattoo, I thought it was some kind of cheap prank... but maybe it's some kind of curse from the legendary land guardian clan."

"Is that right?"

"Oh right, I'm sorry, I'm clearly a doctor, why am I saying such strange things?"

The female doctor smiled dismissively and left. The berserker watched her go down the stairs before stepping into the sterilization room.

"Did you hear that, Master?"

"Yes, I see it now too."

"I'm pretty sure now, there's probably a Master and Servant named Tsubaki among them."

"Well... I think it's better to come back first. If this were in a game, I'd definitely be asked if I wanted to save my game."

"I feel the same way. I'm sorry, I don't want to move forward unprepared either."

Not only Flat, but also the Berserker, whose basic Servant abilities were greatly reduced due to transforming into an ordinary person, could clearly feel it.

A dense, almost frightening odor lingered at the entrance from the sterilization room to the ward.

"If what spreads through the sterilization room into the corridor is just a pitch-black magical mist, then the entrance to the ward I see before me feels like part of a giant waterfall. (Rain Han: 8◆≯wu凄六?∝6叁⒋⒋贰)"

Even the berserker, who cannot see so clearly, can still receive detailed warnings by relying on the senses he possesses as a murderer whose true identity is unknown.

The atmosphere that filled the ward was almost like the one that used to linger in the thick fog of London, enveloping one's entire body; behind this door lay an overwhelming density of death.

……

“Master, what is your source of magic? Just maintaining that sludge that was used as a sacrifice should be something that an ordinary magician cannot sustain.”

Alcides asked Bazdilot.

Are you worried that my magic will run out?

"Although I couldn't sense the limit of your magic power today, it is clearly magic power that exceeds the weight that your magic circuits should have."

"It's simple, because I used batteries."

As he spoke, Bazdilot reached into his robes and pulled out a ball about the size of a baseball.

Even though it was initially unknown what it was, Alcides still let out a soft murmur after realizing its true nature.

The object that Bazdilot holds in his right hand is a crystal that, despite being transparent, causes complex refractions of light and is shrouded in an inexplicable atmosphere.

Alcides was impressed by the distinctive crystal, which seemed quite similar to the magical crystals that the ancient Greek witches had refined from mana, which filled the atmosphere, into a substance.

If that's the case, then a large amount of magic power within Bazdilot's body must have been drawn from that magic crystal.

However, if we only consider a size of 8 (5), the magic power would probably be exhausted immediately (6). (4∈4∑贰')

"You don't need to worry about magic."

As if answering a servant filled with doubt, Bazdilot rose from his seat expressionlessly.

After continuing through the underground workshop passage, you arrive at an exceptionally spacious area.

It was far more spacious than the location where Servants were summoned; it was as if a factory had simply landed on the ground.

Subsequently, countless wondrous mechanical devices connected to cylindrical water tanks lined up one after another, along with a device in the center of the area that exuded an atmosphere similar to a summoning circle, constructed directly from modern machinery.

In one corner of the room, there is a gleaming hill that could be mistaken for a castle in terms of its level of protection.

Clumps of transparent crystals piled up indoors like mountains of gems.

"Those are only a part."

Then, Bazdilot's men began some kind of operation, and the humanoid aggregate floating in the tank turned into bubbles and disappeared, replaced by a magic crystal the size of a baseball on the central device.

“Sacrifice 9 [Similar to 82 Similar to ∵㈢≠＇㈢×∞〇◎浯蒐〉索※q羣：品吗？”

"After all, we've never lacked people who are enemies of our family. If you can't accept using sacrifices, are you going to hang me on the spot?"

"It is but a trivial matter compared to the great matter of avenging the tyrants of Olympus, even if it is my life that is sacrificed."

Alcides, emanating a dark red magic, uttered words of resentment towards the gods.

"After all, they didn't even offer souls as sacrifices... they used the lives of their own people as firewood in the stove out of jealousy."

"With this amount, I can fight at full strength for half a day without any problem."

"This amount will last half a day?"

"Not convinced? If you were to take that pitch-black sun as your opponent, half a day's worth wouldn't be enough."

"No, that's enough."

As he spoke, Bazdilot spread a map out on the table.

After going through several procedures to remove the concealment, several red dots appeared on the map that originally pointed to the area around the factory in the city.

"If that small quantity can sustain it for half a day..."

The points emitting red light are industrial heavy oil tanks and water storage tanks, as well as a huge gas tank with a hemisphere mounted on a rectangular cylinder.

"All the supplies prepared for this operation should be enough to keep you fighting at full strength for several months."

"To be able to produce such a number, just how many people have you sacrificed as offerings to your mechanical devices in the past?"

⑨ Alcides understood that countless people were being sacrificed, and spoke these words out of irony.

"It's nothing, just 24,976 people."

8. Bazdilot spoke without even frowning.

(ii) ...

④ In the underground of the thermal power plant in Snowfield City, Harley, the dark magician, is summoning the real Berserker.

(iii) But she almost died here after summoning the berserker.

When she saw the blood appearing in front of her blurred vision, she knew she was about to die.

Although she is an expert in healing magic, her mana is almost depleted in order to summon a Servant.

Why did things turn out like this?

Despite having made ample preparations and in fact having successfully summoned the berserker, the summoned warrior went berserk and wreaked havoc before the contract was even formed.

Harley endured an attack from her summoned Servant, while the Berserker continued his advance towards Harley's location.

The room was filled with the sounds of clicking or creaking machinery; the berserker could hear these strange noises with every step he took forward.

The intense, burning light that shone in his eyes, and the occasional groans that escaped his lips, were like the sounds of a record player with a rusty needle.

It was a mechanical doll covered in rust, and it looked like it was themed around a four-cornered spider or a mutated lion.

I should have just summoned the magician myself, instead of letting Francesca have it.

Harley thought to herself, but it was too late to regret it now.

“It’s alright… I’ll use myself… as your sacrifice…”