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“Hey… do you know about the Holy Grail War?” the Dead Apostle said, as a huge black monster appeared on the ground, blocking the priest’s path. He placed his hand on a black key on his chest.

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The black keys were burning his hand; just placing his hand on them caused him waves of excruciating pain.

If it were a fair one-on-one battle between a magician and a member of the Holy Church, it would be evenly matched.

Then, each of the two beings deals with a dead apostle.

Therefore, it is quite possible that the magician will fail, and the Church will simply win.

For the Dead Apostles, the members of the Church were their mortal enemies.

The wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Even just pulling out a black key was excruciating; a large chunk of flesh on his hand had become necrotic.

"The Holy Grail War held in Fuyuki in the Far East... Of course, it ended in defeat, and the Greater Grail was taken away by the Clock Tower, which is almost common knowledge. But... there's something you might not know? The Subspecies Holy Grail War!"

The priest's pupils contracted slightly. He punched the monster, which was several times his size, and sent it flying. Two black keys were stuck into its forehead, turning it into ashes. Then he took out several more black keys and threw them at the Dead Apostle!

"This is a Holy Grail War where even a final victor cannot grant wishes... The summoned Servants seem to only exist for three days. Command Seals aren't that powerful either, but ah—"

As he spoke, he raised the back of his hand, where three Command Seals had appeared out of nowhere!

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to use a Heroic Spirit as your familiar for three days? Like in this situation—!"

The priest's pupils contracted slightly.

A light emanated from beneath the feet of the Dead Apostle.

Only now did he realize that a formation had appeared somewhere, at some unknown time—a formation for summoning heroic spirits!

"That's why I went to the Mystic Eyes to collect the train! Because there were still three days before the start of this subspecies Holy Grail War! But—the subspecies Holy Grail War has already begun! Appear—my Heroic Spirits!"

No incantation needed?

The priest quickly retreated, sensing the immense threat.

I was originally going to end his life when he started chanting the incantation, but it turns out that I didn't even need to chant the incantation?

next moment--

The knight appeared before him.

The priest's pupils contracted slightly; something was wrong...

This knight... he knew who he was.

Or rather, many people know who he is!

At the same time, the Dead Apostle laughed.

He smiled happily; having summoned this heroic spirit, he no longer worried about being betrayed! Because he knew his wish!

"Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the First Warrior of the Fiona Knights, reporting for duty! Then you shall be my Master!"

“Yes!” The Dead Apostle laughed, pulling out a section of his sword hilt from the priest's hand: “This is… a relic… Diarmuid, what is your class?”

“No… I don’t have a class.” Diarmuid shook his head and said helplessly, “I’m very sorry, Master, I’m too weak this time, having descended with no class. I still need you to grant me a class.”

“Oh?” Dead Apostle frowned slightly. “Then Lancer.”

He's quite familiar with Lancer's Diarmuid, or rather... many people are familiar with him.

“I understand,” Diarmuid said, twin pistols appearing in his hands. “Then, Master, please allow me to offer my loyalty and give you my orders.”

"Ah,...of course—"

Dead Apostle laughed: "Kill that guy—!"

"Yes!"

Diarmuid nodded and looked at the priest: "Although I don't know who you are, and you don't seem to be a Servant, I still ask that you become a victim of my gun!"

The priest took a slight breath, took out the black keys, and said nothing.

Indeed, the Servant in front of him put a lot of pressure on him, but... he wasn't as strong as he thought!

Is his power limited because of the subspecies Holy Grail War...? He couldn't even summon the complete Lancer class, so the Diarmuid that appeared now is just a defective product.

The Dead Apostle was well aware of this as well. According to the data in that comic, Diarmuid's attribute values ​​should be Strength B, Endurance C, Agility A+, Magic D, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm B.

Such.

However, as the Master, he now sees Diarmuid's attributes as follows: Strength C, Endurance D, Agility B, Magic E, Luck E, and Noble Phantasm C. Except for Luck, all of them have decreased by about one level.

Luck...that's because the lowest is E, right...?

Ultimately, it's just a subspecies.

Even relatively complete Servants cannot be summoned.

but...

That's enough.

You only need to use him as a temporary familiar for three days.

I spent a lot of money to buy the right to participate in this subspecies Holy Grail War.

That's right... all you need to do is pay money, and the participants won't fight each other. After all, there's no reward for winning.

The limitation is as it is now; the Heroic Spirits are weakened versions.

The time limit is only three days.

And they cannot leave the venue.

This event is taking place in London, which means... it cannot leave London under any circumstances. This Heroic Spirit does not possess the ability to leave London.

even...

See it.

The scene now shows Lancer fighting with that priest!

Although Lancer had the upper hand, there was no situation where the Servant was overwhelming the priest; the priest was even able to fight back occasionally!

This isn't even worthy of being called a third-rate Heroic Spirit!

"Lancer, use your Noble Phantasm! Take him down quickly!"

Lancer paused for a moment, then said, "I understand."

He wasn't actually using his full strength; after all... a Heroic Spirit is a Heroic Spirit, even if weakened. Strength, endurance, and agility decreased, but that didn't mean his martial arts skills had diminished.

He simply wanted to see the strength of the human in front of him.

However, since Master has given the order...

Let him use all his strength!

"In that case... let's end the game—"

Blood splattered!

Chapter 196 The Agent

“Colin Kidd…” Neil Eddington looked at the photo in his hand.

“That’s right. He is a dead apostle who has lived for six hundred years, and for six hundred years he has been hiding from the Holy Church’s pursuit. He is also your stepping stone to advancement.”

“The burial mechanism…” Neil Eddington’s eyes flickered slightly.

“Ah…you’re still a bit lacking…no, far from it.” Father Ambrose Conant shook his head: “But…this can be the capital for your further ‘sanctification’.”

Burial facilities.

This can be described as an organization that brings together the strongest fighting force in the entire Holy Church.

All of them have the ability to fight high-ranking Dead Apostles; the total number is eight.

Seven full members and one alternate member.

Within the Magic Association, perhaps only Barthezello's Clone team can compare to it.

“I understand,” Neil Eddington nodded.

Among the agents, only a small minority would choose to sanctify themselves.

To turn a part of one's body into something mechanical.

In some cases... even more than 90% of the body has become like this.

Of course... even so, it's still impossible to reach that level.

No matter how hard ordinary agents try, they are still within the realm of humanity. However, the people of the Burial Agency have undoubtedly surpassed humanity.

......

"Were you even human just now, with those actions?" Diarmuid frowned as he looked at the priest in front of him.

He had originally intended to sever the man's neck, but the man dodged in a very awkward way, though he was still left with an unhealable wound.

It still surprised him a little.

"After all, the enemy is a Dead Apostle; how could we possibly succeed without making modifications of this magnitude—"

Part of the priest's body has been mechanized...

More of this stuff doesn't necessarily mean more power; it mainly depends on a person's talent. Thirty percent of his body is mechanical, but he estimates that he can now make another improvement.

Once again... to hunt down even more Dead Apostles!

He was to punish the undead who had killed his family.

This was his goal, his wish—

but...

Follower.

Even the weakened version is still not something he can deal with.