I am a Type-Moon comic artist!

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And so on, all sorts of abilities...

Akkad can be considered the ultimate fantasy of vampires. He possesses almost all the abilities of vampires, and all of them are at the highest level. Not only that, but he also lacks all the weaknesses of vampires.

It has only strength and no weaknesses.

That's the situation.

but...

He doesn't even know how to use most of these abilities. His immortality means he doesn't bother dodging enemy attacks; he just stands there and takes the hits. He'll lose two lives first, then retaliate.

That's his usual trick.

As for the reason he was judged to be Lancer... it's probably because of the army in the River of Death... the Royal Knights of Wallachia who subjected everyone to the punishment of impalement...

Unlike Alexander, yet similar in some ways, his army and all his orders were in the River of Death, and now they fight for him!

“Alright... well then, let’s just wait for the battle.” Kurokawa Kazuya smiled and put on his gloves. “You can start anytime. I won’t restrict your actions. You can fight whoever you want. I only have one condition—that I can see it with my own eyes.”

"Oh, why?"

"As you can see, I'm a comic artist, so of course I need a lot of inspiration and visual appeal. That's why I'm participating in the Holy Grail War. Only here can I see things I can't normally see. What do you say?"

"Very good...but, Master, I'm a little thirsty...do you...have any blood prepared?"

How about mine?

Kurokawa Kazuya extended his hand and said.

"Oh...ah, that's fine, or rather, this is better."

"Hmph." Kurokawa Kazuya chuckled, took off his left glove, and made a cut on his wrist with a small knife. Blood flowed out and into the cup that had been prepared beforehand.

Akard can only take a person's soul through blood when he kills them, but he can't do that now.

Moreover... the most basic way to get along with Heroic Spirits, in Kurokawa Kazuya's view, is to give them trust.

Of course, this applies to most situations; a small number of Heroic Spirits still require caution.

Sizzle—

Ripples and the magic of healing.

The wound healed in seconds.

The powerful source of blood gave Kurokawa and Miya a strong ability to regenerate blood; with just a cup of blood, they were fully restored in a few seconds.

Alucard took the cup, drank the blood inside in one gulp, and then smiled: "Then... the contract is established, my master."

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next moment.

The singing drifted over.

Before Kurokawa Kazuya could say anything, the singing began.

A pleasant singing voice.

"This is..."

"Hahaha, it seems something very interesting has come up..." Akart laughed. "How about it? Master... although it doesn't seem like you're inviting me, but... it's alright to come uninvited, isn't it?"

"...I've already said, do as you please. I'll only give you advice, not orders."

"Oh...so what's the suggestion?"

Kurokawa Kazuya smiled: "Let's go."

"ha--!"

......

Let's rewind a bit—

Church of the Holy Church.

Almost at the same time.

Kirei Kotomine summoned that Heroic Spirit—Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes!

"Who did I think it was? Isn't this a familiar face? Kirei..."

"Hmm?" Kirei Kotomine was slightly taken aback: "You...know me?"

"Of course, who do you take me for? I am the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh! I see, this Holy Grail War is a bit different from the past. It looks quite interesting..."

Gilgamesh smiled at the assembled priests: "Besides, the magical power in this body is exceptionally abundant. It wasn't provided by you, was it, Kirei?"

"of course."

Kirei Kotomine nodded: "Magic is something that's best left to professional magicians."

For example, in the basement of this church—

Dozens of magicians, their limbs severed, were imprisoned underground as a source of magical power...

"Hmph, then let me have some fun... this time—"

Gilgamesh stopped mid-sentence. Because... he, and not everyone, heard him—

A song that resounded through the sky!

Is that you—?

Chapter 219 First Battle! Clash of Superior Noble Phantasms

boom--

The first one to push open the door and walk in was Pharaoh Ramses II.

"Haha! Not bad, this Holy Grail War has only just begun and such an interesting thing has already happened?"

Master stood there, stunned.

The Servant, whose beauty was beyond description, was singing aloud.

Are you Rider?

Upon seeing the person who pushed open the door and entered, Lancer Enkidu stopped singing and turned around to speak.

"Indeed! I am the king! The king of kings! The pharaoh! Ozymandias!"

“…I see. There are indeed similarities, such as in their arrogance.” Enkidu smiled slightly, a pure smile without malice. His words were not antonyms, but simply spoken.

Therefore, Ramses II showed no anger whatsoever.

"Oh? Someone similar? You mean there are people in this world who are similar to me?"

“Ah, that’s right.” Enkidu nodded. “And it’s coming soon… As for the battlefield… let’s leave it outside.”

brush--

next moment.

He jumped out and said, "I forgot to mention, my name is Enkidu."

"I didn't expect it to start so soon, the First Holy Grail War..."

"What? Aren't you going to stop him?" Ramses II looked at Barthezmello with great interest.

"No need. Didn't you say you were the strongest? Then go and end this Holy Grail War for me, kill every single enemy. Kill all those Servants, Dead Apostles, and members of the Holy Church! The others are just expendable pawns... don't worry about them!"

"Haha!" King Rasimes II chuckled. "Although I wanted to say it's alright! But... well, this Holy Grail War is indeed quite interesting! That Enkidu, and... the guy who's going to fight him, are both like that. Even I felt a little pressure!"

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look!" Ramses II laughed loudly, "What you are about to witness is the true battle of Heroic Spirits!"

......

"Hahahaha—" Gilgamesh laughed as he took out the King's Law Key.

"What are you going to do—?" Ambrose Conant asked Gilgamesh, frowning.

"Rejoice, you bastards! You are about to witness a seriousness I have never shown before!" he said.

When the Gate of Babylon was activated, the sword appeared in his hand—Ea!

"Or perhaps, Kirei, you intend to use a Command Spell to disrupt my joyous reunion?"

"No...that won't be the case," Kirei Kotomine said expressionlessly.

"What...it seems you're still pretty boring...not even as interesting as that comic book character!"

"Ok?"

Gilgamesh has no memory of the Fourth or Fifth Holy Grail War... no, not entirely none. He does have the memory of being fooled by someone during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

At the same time—there are also memories of the present that I observed when I was on the Throne of Heroes.

next moment.

Gilgamesh leaped high into the air—

They simply vanished from everyone's sight—

"Release the familiar! Project the image! Let's see what Gilgamesh is thinking—!" Ambrose Conant gave the order.

"Yes... I've already sent the familiar there at top speed, but... it still can't catch up with that Heroic Spirit!"

"What on earth happened—?"

......

desert--

More than 90 percent of this country is semi-desert and desert.

And now—in this desert, two people have appeared, no... two heroic spirits!

Golden heroic spirits float in mid-air beneath the night sky.