I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

While drawing the magic circle, Shizi Jieli was still pondering how he should conduct himself in the impending storm.

Although he was hired by the Clock Tower, Shiki-ga-Kai-ri had his own plans and ideas.

Moreover, even if the Holy Grail War is over, the remaining survivors will have to go through the normal Holy Grail War process again to determine the final victor before they can lift the Holy Grail and make a wish.

If that's the case, then in order to maintain combat strength, we'll have to make some extra precautionary preparations.

As Shizi Jieli looked at the magic circle that was about to be completed on the ground, he suddenly changed the original structure of the magic circle and drew two circular magic circles that intersected and overlapped with each other.

This is a work that the Lion Claw family has been researching for generations and has only recently come to a near completion. It can only be used when participating in the Holy Grail War.

Although it hadn't been tested in a single real battle, Shizi Jieli did it without hesitation.

"It's just a summoning violation, right? When have necromancers ever cared about the rules?"

Chapter 147 Tremble, Mortals!

After completing the drawing of the dual summoning magic circle, Shiki-kai took out a bottle of pale blue potion that glowed with fluorescence from the briefcase that was placed aside, uncorked it, and drank it all in one gulp.

This was a magical elixir that he had specially purchased at a high price, its effect being to explosively increase a person's magical energy reserves in a short period of time.

This is usually one of the potions that magicians choose to use when they decide to fight back desperately. Shishi-kai-ri took this expensive elixir at this time to ensure the smooth progress of the summoning of the heroic spirit later.

If he were to summon only one Heroic Spirit, Shishikage Kairi would be absolutely confident in providing it with sufficient magical power. But now, what he has to do is summon two at the same time.

If the magic power runs out halfway through, preventing the heroic spirit from manifesting properly, then things would be truly terrible.

Therefore, just to be on the safe side, Shi Zi Jie Li chose to use the elixir directly here, without feeling any heartache over its high price.

"Good steel should be used where it's most needed!"

Shizi Jieli casually tossed the empty glass bottle aside, took two steps forward to the magic circles, and placed a broken piece of wood engraved with complex runes next to one of the magic circles.

This is a relic he received from Minister Tarocco of the Clock, which is the catalyst needed to summon Heroic Spirits.

The true origin of the broken piece of wood is a corner of King Arthur's Round Table. If a ritual is performed using it to summon powerful knights from legend as servants, it is certain that they can be summoned.

Both Rocco and Shizi Jieli firmly believed this.

Because Masters with Sacred Relics are essentially trading a plate for a specific Servant, while Masters without Sacred Relics can only rely on luck.

For example, on the other side of the magic circle, Shishi Jie Li did not place any sacred relics.

He wanted to see what kind of response and help he would receive based solely on his own adaptability as a Master.

Such behavior is almost equivalent to having a guaranteed minimum return and then planning to gamble recklessly, making a profit regardless of whether the goods are sold or not.

"It's about time. I'm sure our colleagues in other places have made their preparations by now."

The soft moonlight shone on Shizi Jieli, and also illuminated the complex and intricate magic array on the ground.

Coupled with the gloomy and oppressive environment of the cemetery, it really does have the feel of a necromancer performing a terrifying ritual at midnight.

At midnight, a new day officially began, and the Holy Grail War, which lasted only seven days, officially commenced.

As the magical power surging from Shishikage Kairi's body surged, the magic circles on the ground were outlined by crimson and ice-blue light, serving as a bridge connecting the Master, the Holy Grail, and Valhalla.

With a solemn expression, Shishikage Kairi slowly raised his right hand, which was adorned with a Command Seal, and chanted the incantation to summon a Heroic Spirit.

"Using silver and iron as raw materials, and stone and contracts as the foundation of the Grand Duke, the color of the offering is 'red'..."

Meanwhile, in various other locations, the same incantation was recited in unison by the magicians chosen as Masters.

"Block the descending winds with a wall, and close the doors of the four directions."

"Emerging from the crown, let it endlessly cycle along the three-way path leading to the kingdom—"

Dressed in a priest's robes, Shiro Kotomine waited quietly in the church hall, before whom were five summoning circles emitting crimson light.

Behind the church, separated by only a wall, five elite Masters dispatched by the Clock Tower stiffly held up their hands bearing Command Seals, muttering summoning incantations.

Their expressions were blank, their eyes empty and lifeless, and their bodies swayed precariously, as if they had no self-awareness and were being manipulated by others like puppets on strings.

In a dark corner of the church, a tall, voluptuous figure stood there listlessly with her arms crossed, her fingertips glowing with a pale purple magical light.

She stared at the five Masters who were like walking corpses, and a mocking smirk crept onto her lips. Her slightly languid and seductive voice echoed out.

"It seems everything is normal. We just need to wait for the Servant to be successfully summoned and then figure out how to keep those guys in check. It's really not difficult at all."

Inside the castle, which serves as the stronghold of the Yggdrasilnia clan, two male and two female magicians were also performing a ritual summoning in the magnificent hall.

It is hereby declared that:

"Your body will be my command, and my destiny will become your sword; obey the mandate of the Holy Grail, and if you wish to follow this principle, then respond accordingly..."

Darnic, the current leader of the Yggdrasil family, stood on the steps in front of the magicians, watching the scene unfold before him with barely suppressed excitement in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged, gloomy man sitting on the throne also wore an expectant expression, because the strength of the Servants who answered the summons would directly affect the outcome of the war.

I hereby swear:

"I am the one who embodies all goodness in the world, and I am the one who suppresses all malice in the world."

"You are bound by the three great incantations for seven days, coming from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of the scales!!"

A storm of magic swept through the surroundings, and through the operation of the Greater Grail, a connection was established between the magic circle and the Throne of Heroes.

Soaring rays of light burst forth from each magic circle, each with a different color: some were dazzlingly colorful, some were brightly golden, and some were the most ordinary colorless.

Apart from the Black Lancer and Black Magician who were selectively and illegally summoned by the Black Master Darnic beforehand, and the Red Assassin who was illegally summoned by the Red Master Kotomine Shirou.

The remaining Servants who will participate in the battle will all arrive tonight.

Inside the church and castle, the blinding light vanished in an instant, revealing rows of kneeling servants, each exuding an aura of imposing danger.

"We have come in response to the call; we are the Black/Red Servants."

"Our fate is intertwined with that of our Master. Our swords are your swords, and our shields are your shields."

Inside the cemetery, the illegal summoning used by Shiki-kai-ri was finally successful, although it almost drained all of his magic power.

The first to appear was the Servant summoned by the relic, a knight kneeling on the ground, wearing a full-body silver-white armor and a helmet resembling bull horns.

The knight stood up and slammed his greatsword to the ground. With a 'click-clack' sound of a mechanism turning, his helmet disintegrated into several parts, revealing its true form.

Contrary to his ferocious armor, the knight was surprisingly cute, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a playful ponytail.

"My name is Mordred, the only legitimate successor to King Arthur. I ask you, are you my Master?"

Before Lion's Robbery could answer, the magic circle that had been stuck for half a day finally started to react.

The icy aura of frost emanated from the magic circle, causing the already cold night temperature to drop by tens of degrees again.

An aura of death emanated from the Lion Tribulation Realm, filling him with dread and causing him to stiffen as if he were experiencing the very reality of death firsthand.

Even Mordred, who had not yet received a specific response, raised his greatsword and stood in front of Lion's Robbery, keeping a close watch on the ominous magic circle. He would immediately swing his sword at the slightest sign of trouble.

Amidst the icy blue light, a towering figure emerged, clad in jet-black heavy armor and leaning on a pale blue runic greatsword, exuding an overwhelming and domineering aura.

Unlike other Servants who kneel to show their obedience to their Master, this Servant disdains to act in such a way.

Most Servants who can maintain such an arrogant attitude were supreme rulers who reached the pinnacle of humanity in their previous lives.

He looked up at Mordred and Lion Clan in front of him, his eyes flashing with an icy blue light, his silver hair fluttering in the evening breeze.

Tremble, mortals!

"My name is Arthas Menethil, the Lich King who commands the Scourge to wreak havoc across the continent. In this battle, I, A. Venger, will wipe out all enemies!!"

Chapter 148 Joan of Arc

Tulipas, the castle of the World Tree.

The Servants who had just been summoned by their Masters gathered in the castle's main hall. They first communicated with their respective Masters to establish their partnerships before turning their attention to the others.

"Hey guys! Come on, introduce yourselves. Otherwise, it'll be a bit difficult to even host a banquet."

The first to issue the call was a forthright woman dressed in medieval pirate attire, with a scar on her face.

Although she is undoubtedly female in appearance, her personality makes it easy for people to mistake her for a complete man.

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the Master standing before her and asked:

"Is it okay, Koles?"

"Huh?"

Wearing glasses, Koles was a little stunned by the sudden question, but he still nodded subconsciously.

"No problem, we discussed it beforehand and we can exchange names."

"Hahaha, that's exactly right. You have to be straightforward. People who dawdle and procrastinate are the most annoying."

The cheerful woman raised her hand and patted Corles' shoulder twice, then introduced herself to the other Servants.

"My name is Francis Drake, the man who brought down the Spanish Armada. I've arrived as a Rider, nice to meet you all!"

Seeing Drake's straightforwardness, the other Servants were also somewhat tempted and turned to their Masters for their opinions.

After receiving approval, they all began to introduce themselves.

"I am Chiron, and my class is Archer. Nice to meet you."

"Avisbro, class is Caster, so let's just call him a puppeteer. He arrived a little earlier than you all."

“Pentethia, the Queen of the Amazons, is a Berserker. Her purpose in joining the war is to kill some despicable fellow.”

"I am······"

Just as the last Servant carrying a greatsword was about to speak, he was interrupted sharply by his Master, a stocky fat man.

A middle-aged, overweight man named Gold decided to break the previous agreement, believing that the fewer people who knew his Servant's true name, the better.

This action immediately aroused suspicion among other Masters, who wondered if his Servant had some fatal weakness, the kind that would be immediately known and targeted simply by mentioning his name.

Despite their curiosity, the Masters present didn't make things too difficult for Gordes, since they were all on the same side for the time being.

The man who had been sitting silently on the throne stood up, emanating a strong magical aura that attracted the attention of the Servants present.

"Everything will begin from here. We will annihilate the Red Team's Servants with the strength of one against a thousand."

“Proud heroes, my name is Vlad Tsepesh, for the defense of the country and for the fulfillment of my own aspirations.”

"I hereby swear that I will be the victor!!"