Roland is enjoying the pain of his own body.

The Winter Maiden embracing him was the heart of the Grail Center—the ever-expanding, multiplying magic circuit.

It is the universe of the human body that is magically replaced, and in it, it contains the most sincere wishes and abilities as a system itself.

The third magic - the cup of heaven.

It was from this that Manuel obtained his flesh, so he was able to turn black mud into flesh and use the power of the rat charm to forge his body.

It had long been clear to Roland that the Holy Grail was not a universal wishing machine, but there was only one wish, which she could easily fulfill, and that was the materialization of the soul itself.

This was the goal of Einzbellen's evolution.

The goal of the Holy Lord's spirit is to be resurrected, to obtain a body that matches his soul, so what could be more suitable than a body created by his natural soul as a template?

However, this transformation process is by no means easy, and the Holy Grail method can really be called rough.

It was directly modeled on Roland's own flesh and began to engrave a new posture.

It's like feeling the pain that spreads from all over the body while you're conscious, like a patient lying on an operating table who suddenly wakes up in the middle of the operation.

I can't let out a wail, I can't vent my pain, I can only feel the coldness of the blade piercing into the flesh in the darkness.

Roland's flesh swelled rapidly, and every cell was replaced, allowing strong, noble flesh, bones, and scales to emerge from this embryo.

In Roland's self-perception, his physical body had become hazy.

But with the almost endless indoctrination of magic, this hazy feeling is gradually fading.

In fact, there was no need to understand rationally at all, Roland felt that his whole body exuded a feeling of being satisfied, every cell, and this act made his body let out cheers.

Therefore, he began to greedily absorb the magic power around him, and even stretched out his hand to the surrounding central circuit.

It's hard not to be tempted by the fact that all magicians are willing to give everything to get the magic, but Roland doesn't plan to swallow the dates, and Angola Manuel has proven the fate of doing whatever he doesn't understand.

If the Third Magic really was so easy to reproduce, Einzberen's grief would not have lasted so long, let alone at such a critical moment in evolution.

However, it is still possible to take advantage of it a little.

The dragon charm carried by Roland, under the infection of this endless source of magic power, the solid shell began to appear fine cracks.

The shiny surface, which had been filled with magic by Roland, has become restrained and dangerous again, which is the precursor to the revival of its divine power.

For Roland, that's enough.

With the help of the fetal membranes, which are not completely isolated, Roland can vaguely see the bright and dark starlight.

"Today's Fuyuki City is also very peaceful."

With a smile of satisfaction and anticipation, Roland fell into a dream.

While Roland's will was sleeping, the outside world was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.

“Ex——calibur！”

The King of Constant Victory once again pronounced the true name of the miracle, and let the light of the Holy Sword of the Stars drown out all the calamities in front of him.

To be honest, Saber himself didn't expect to be able to completely free the Holy Sword, at the time, he was just wishful thinking, with the idea of doing what he could.

But no matter what thoughts he had in his heart, the scene was completely one-sided, and the light cannon emitted by the Holy Sword had indeed evaporated everything around him.

The sky in the middle of the night was turned as if it were day by this absolute light, and Angola Manuel and the black mud around him disappeared into the light.

Saber maintained an awe-inspiring stance and slowly fell to the ground, exhausted and in pain, but there was no doubt that the scales of victory had fallen to his side.

"Wiped out?"

Medea made a puzzled voice.

"It's strange not to be destroyed, this kind of output is completely unusual, even the gods can't compare, in front of this planet's light, I will be surprised that he is still alive."

Ishtar complained mercilessly, and although the goddess didn't seem to be reliable, her vision was still outstanding.

"This guy is really unlucky, he dares to let this sword be released at such a close distance......"

"No," Saber looked up suddenly, a hint of unease flashing through his highly focused mind.

There is no logic, and there is no reason, but this intuition has proven his reliability countless times.

"Be careful, it's not over yet!"

At this time, a change suddenly happened.

The earth, which had been evaporated, was once again covered in black mud, and although the scale had shrunk again, the black mud was still spreading relentlessly.

In the new mire, the ruined altar rose again, and ten charms slowly hung in the air, but at the center, the two carved with horses and dogs were in the center.

"The Holy Sword Messenger...... Sure enough, I shouldn't underestimate you, I didn't expect that I would be killed so easily in my heyday. ”

Angola Manuel gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for these two charms, I would really die without a place to bury." ”

It's broken, there's hanging.

This is the only thought of the current Angola Manuel at the moment, and his arrogant attitude towards the Servant is not groundless.

After all, the Servant is just a product born from the side of the Heroic Spirit, although it does not affect some sufficiently good Servants to continue to exert exceptional power, but there is still a difference in the efficiency of exerting power.

Even if it is a top-level treasure, it is impossible to destroy itself with a single blow.

But this naïve thought was shattered in the face of the holy sword, and in the light that overwhelmed him, Angola Manuel realized the strength he could not resist.

If it weren't for the spell being firmly hidden under him, only to be hit by the aftermath, he would probably have died.

But even so, he was by no means uncomfortable, the divine power of the horse charm and the dog charm were sealed, even if he used endless magic to fill it, he couldn't return to his original state in an instant, and he needed to accumulate for a while before he could regain his previous form.

"Thankfully, it seems that you are not without a price."

After the resurrection, Angola Manuel showed a malicious expression, and neither Ishtar nor Medea was in good shape, especially Ishtar, the unrestrained goddess whose power was already very weak.

As for the Holy Sword Envoy, needless to say, he who released all his magic power in one go, even if the Demon Offering Master was excellent, he could not immediately recover his combat effectiveness, not to mention, using the Servant's body at close range to use the Holy Sword that was fully liberated, it was impossible to do nothing.

The ruptured wounds on Saber's body are the best proof of that.

"There's not much time left, I have to kill you quickly, it just so happens that the puppets I saved before have been consumed by you, but it's not a loss to be able to harvest three reversed servants."

In the face of Angola's frivolous words, Saber silently raised his holy sword.

"We still have a chance, now he is not in a complete state, desperately breaking the spirit core, releasing the treasure again, and it will be us who wins."

He encouraged his companions with a firm voice, but in exchange for a disdainful sneer from Angolan Manuel.

"If it were just me, it might be right, but unfortunately, humanity has always brought about its own destruction, and the bitter consequences you face today are precisely caused by the desires of those who came before you."

The black mud on Angola Manuel's body surged like a living thing, and finally a large mouth was cracked, and a heavy figure was spat out.

"Is that him?"

Saber's pupils narrowed, and he looked at the figure slowly standing up.

Since the other party stood on the ground, he began to spontaneously absorb the magic power around him, with an aura that was not inferior to that of a servant.

"Lancer's Master?"

Medea's brow furrowed, and she read out the identity of the figure.

"Who would have thought that a greedy magician would be the key to the outcome of this game? Because of the desire to survive, I took the body of the servant and took the initiative to send it into my mouth, and it was good that I didn't eat you in the first place. ”

Angola Manuel urged Darnik with a twisted smile, "Quick, my slaves, go kill them!" ”

Darnik's body has turned iron-gray, and his face is more like that of an inorganic clay puppet.

His plan was originally very successful, after Lancer died, he did use the residue of the other party's body to give birth to a body similar to the Servant, although it was only a youth version of the Lancer, and there was no treasure, but this power could also be compared to a regular Servant.

But before he could be happy, the evil of this world had polluted his body, and if it weren't for the liberation of the divine power of the sheep charm, his soul would probably not be able to escape the blame.

"Master, please grant me a small request."

However, after recognizing the current situation, Danick quickly settled into his identity.

"If I have to fight, I hope to get a stronger body, please give me Saber's body when the master comes."

The divine power of the sheep charm can allow Danik to freely occupy the body of the lost owner, anyway, this is the situation, why not sell himself a little higher.

"I'll give permission, now, go ahead."

"Yes."

Danick couldn't help but smile happily when he looked at the situation where the servant who once made him longed and envied was now slaughtered by others.

"Don't blame me, heroes, after all, I'm a human who will do anything to survive."

"yes, look what you've protected!"

Hearing such aggravated words, Angola Manuel also let out an evil laugh.

"Humanity is not worth saving! This is the fate of your heroes! Now, ...... to death"

Before Angola Manuel could finish speaking, the sky suddenly changed color and became blood-red, and thunder kept shuttling between the dark clouds, as if the heaven and earth were cheering for what had come.

Angola Manuel didn't dare to slack off, and subconsciously looked at the fetal membranes behind him, and a pair of huge claws were poking out of it, tearing open the weak restraints around him, and poking out his head.

It was no longer a human head, but a noble dragon.

The humanoid dragon slowly stretched out its large, muscular body, wearing only a dark skirt and armor.

Roland looked at everything around him contentedly, feeling the signs of the Covenant Spirit's digestion, his pupils lit up with a scarlet light like flames, and he smiled fiercely between the sharp teeth of Sen Ran.

"Hello everyone...... It was so nice to be back. ”

He proclaimed this fact in a hoarse, eerie voice, and then stared at Angola Manuel with obvious greed and even more malice in his eyes.

"Now, it's time to settle the score."

At this moment, the demon of fire stands on the earth!

(End of chapter)