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"Why?" Colin Kidd asked, looking at the man they had brought from the airport. "With so many relics, you must be able to summon some powerful Heroic Spirits, right?"

"I know, but never mind." Ryunosuke Uryu shook his head. "I still want to summon that boss..."

"Gilderais?"

“Lord Dior.” Colin Kidd quickly bowed.

"Hmm." Dio walked down the stairs and looked at Ryunosuke Uryu, saying, "It's alright. If you want, just summon him. His Sea Demon is a good weapon. Whether it's the army of Sea Demons or the giant Sea Demon later on, it's all the same."

"Yes, thank you, DIO-sama." Ryunosuke Uryuu bowed with a smile, his tone full of anticipation.

"The child you requested has arrived. Let Colin take you there."

"Oh, as expected of Lord DIO, so generous!"

"Colin, have you chosen your relic?" DIO asked, turning his gaze to Colin Kidd.

"No...not yet...I wonder if Lord DIO has any introduction?"

......

"Then—we may begin now, Heroic Spirit Summoning!"

Barthez stood before the summoning circle for the Heroic Spirits—

Everything is almost ready, and the Greater Grail is in perfect condition. Next is the summoning of Heroic Spirits.

Barthezmero took a deep breath, looking at the mummy placed in front of him, and then took another deep breath: "Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up. And so it goes, and then five!"

Magic began to flow.

All the surrounding magic gradually gathered around... including Bartholomew's magic.

This alone is enough to determine that the heroic spirit to be summoned next must be an incredibly powerful being.

......

"Your body is under my command. My life is with your sword!"

"Respond to the call of the Holy Grail; if you are willing to follow its will and its principles, then respond!"

Among the group of agents, Kirei Kotomine chanted the incantation expressionlessly. One could feel the burning sensation within his body as a large amount of magical energy was being drawn out, and his magic circuits began to ache faintly.

......

I hereby swear:

"I wish to accomplish all good deeds in the world."

"I wish to spread all the evils of the world."

"You are bound by the three great spiritual powers for seven days."

My eyes opened clearly; magic was gathering, magic was taking shape—

Something is about to descend, something is about to arrive.

Descending from the Throne of Heroes into this world!

"Cross the Wheel of Suppression—Awaken!"

"Guardian of the Scales!!"

Kurokawa and Miya chanted the final incantation—and the next moment, a blood-red light, unlike anything seen before, flashed before them—

The enhanced eyes quickly regained their vision, and then they saw the situation in the room. They clenched their fists and exclaimed, "I did it!"

......

Bartholomew stared at the summoning circle before her, at the Heroic Spirit who had suddenly appeared in front of her—her Servant—

The heroic spirit that appeared before her had brown skin.

Black hair, golden eyes, wearing a white robe and golden pharaoh ornaments.

"Then, you shall be my Servant?" Queen Barthemello faced this ancient human pharaoh without the slightest fear.

"If you recited the incantation, then that should be the case—but!"

The Pharaoh's face was contorted with unquenchable rage: "Magician, you used some kind of catalyst when you summoned me, didn't you? Tell me the truth, what catalyst did you use? Was it the arrow or chariot fragments I used in my battle with the Hittite king, the inscription on the treaty with the Hittites, or did you borrow courage from the heavens and steal my mummy?"

"Can't you see for yourself?" Queen Barthemello met her gaze directly, her haughty eyes seeming to say, "Know your place."

"Is that so..." After a moment of silence, "Haha! Not bad! You actually dare to meet my gaze. It seems you're a magician with some skill, but—!!"

An extremely powerful killing intent swept directly towards Bartheson, and the very sight of it caused the air to ripple.

The magicians around immediately tensed up.

But it didn't work!

A dazzling light burst forth in this underground space, with only the sun ship—a genuine Noble Phantasm—its tip radiating intense light as it blasted directly at Bartholomew, who was standing right next to it!

In an instant—

The wind stirred.

Without any warning, the air in the atmosphere suddenly gathered together. The space itself trembled—a small storm even formed around the house!

The wind blade, capable of easily tearing apart the Dead Apostles, met the light head-on.

Then—it was pierced through.

The light pierced through the wind, and the move, comparable to a grand magic trick, was shattered in an instant.

Barthezmero's expression changed for the first time since the beginning.

That last attack was just a casual strike, but—that's because the Servant in front of her was also just making a casual strike, and she felt there was no need to use her full strength.

But now—

She got it.

Only by exerting all her strength and undergoing a series of rituals could she barely withstand that light—

A single, casual strike surpasses the Noble Phantasms of countless Servants!

boom----!!

The barrier in front of Barthelo suddenly shattered.

The dozen or so magicians who were supporting the barrier were sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

However... it did manage to block out the light to some extent.

"Ordinary mortals!"

The King of Wrath walked step by step toward Barthezmello, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Since you dared to steal my mummy, you must know what fate awaits you, right? I'll give you two choices: feed the divine beast, or all of you disappear from this earth! By the way, don't even think about using Command Seals. Long before you give the order, my divine light will burn this place to ashes."

Barthez waved his hand slightly, signaling the magician behind him to stop.

“I will not choose either!” Barthezello calmed his breathing, showing no fear even in the face of the enraged king. He did not ask him anything like “Do you want the Holy Grail?” He simply said, “Remember your place. You are nothing but a Servant!”

"Haha, haha ​​...!!!"

Chapter 217 Summoning Heroic Spirits II

"Haha, haha ​​...!!!"

The Pharaoh laughed loudly, and in the next moment, boundless killing intent surged towards Basemelo: "Very well! You have guts! I am the glory, I am the heavens, I am magnanimous! Then let me see how long your guts can last? How long can you hold out before me? Until then—I will spare your life! But—do not attempt to command me. If you ever bore me, then my glory will burn you all to ashes!"

"Are you kidding me?" Basemelo said angrily. "I've already told you! You are my Servant! And I am your Master!"

“Oh…” Pharaoh said, taking two steps forward. “Did you sense the trap in my words? Or do you genuinely believe it? It doesn’t matter! You’ve passed this test. Until I get annoyed, temporarily acknowledge you as my Master!”

As the Pharaoh spoke, he waved his hand, and the physical body he had left behind in his previous life turned into light and slowly disappeared!

"However, I'll take this thing."

"Wait!" Barthemello took a deep breath. She thought she had been reckless enough, but because she was Barthemello, the monarch of the Clock Tower, no one cared, and no one dared to care.

But now—

This person, who is clearly her Servant, is even more reckless than her!

And... even for a fleeting moment, she felt a sense of "that's just how it should be"...

But—it was only for a moment.

"You haven't told me your name yet, have you? Rider!" Barthez asked, referring to the rank of the person he had just seen.

Although she had her own suspicions, she still needed the servant in front of her to say it herself to confirm it.

"Ha ha!"

The Pharaoh laughed: "Since you want to know, then listen carefully."

"I am the great Pharaoh! King of Kings! My name is Osmandis!"

really--

It's confirmed.

Bartholomew breathed a slight sigh of relief. The heroic spirit before her was the one she had intended to summon, the one she had created using the mummy.

Osmandis was the second pharaoh of the Nineteenth Dynasty of ancient Egypt.

Ramesses II!

Without a doubt, they are the most elite Heroic Spirits... and—the Holy Grail War is currently taking place in Egypt.

Local brand recognition advantage...

As a top-tier Heroic Spirit, what level of power can he unleash now?

Buzz——————

Just then, a ripple gradually appeared from the side.

"Oh, what's this?" Rasimes II looked over. "The other Heroic Spirits?"

“Yes,” Barthez nodded and said, “Other Heroic Spirits are being summoned in other locations as well, totaling seven. But… the strongest one should still be you, right?”