Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Inside the large cave of Yuanzang Mountain.

It was originally a quiet place, but now it seems a bit lively.

Archer, in spirit form, stepped into the cave, his golden armor glowing softly in the darkness.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step carried an aura of superiority.

The scarlet eyes scanned the surroundings, their sharp gaze piercing the darkness.

Originally, it was just a sudden impulse to inspect the large magic circle of the Holy Grail ceremony.

Who would have thought that there were people from the Holy Church in the big cave?

Archer was surprised by the appearance of the church members and listened to their conversation quietly.

These people are discussing how to find the intersection of the Yuanzang Mountain spiritual veins.

They intended to detonate the spirit veins, cause the mountain to collapse, destroy the Holy Grail system, and prevent the Greater Holy Grail from arriving.

Hearing this, Archer's anger was instantly ignited, and boiling magma surged in his chest.

In addition to the people exploring the spiritual veins in Yuanzang Mountain, there are also patrol personnel armed with weapons.

They were completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Archer raised the corner of his mouth, released his spirit form, and slowly raised his right hand.

"How dare you, a lowly reptile, stir up my treasure without my permission!"

“Buzz——!!!!”

Golden ripples spread out behind Archer.

Weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, and forks emerged from the ripples.

Each weapon radiates a golden glow and releases a strong magical power.

The inside of the cave was instantly illuminated as bright as day.

Golden ripples spread out behind Archer.

"What's that sound?" a church member became alert.

"What is that?" another church member asked in horror.

"Oh no, it's an enemy attack!"

"Too late." Archer sneered, his voice full of contempt.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the treasures poured down like a waterfall.

"Run!"

"what--!"

The sharp weapon tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Blood gushed out, staining their robes red.

The screams echoed between the hollow rock walls.

It’s not that there weren’t some who fought back bravely, but it was all in vain.

"Run! Go back and inform Father Li Zheng!"

Some people tried to escape and fell to the ground in panic.

They struggled to get up and ran desperately towards the exit.

Archer waved his hand again, and another wave of Noble Phantasms attacked.

The person who was trying to escape was nailed to the ground by the flying treasure, and his body twitched a few times before he could no longer move.

In just a few seconds, the entire cave turned into a bloody hell.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the scent of dust and metal.

There were corpses lying all over the ground, and blood was flowing slowly in streams.

By the time Kotomine Kirei arrived, Archer had already left.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, he felt a strong breath of death surrounding the land, and the scene before him made his pupils shrink sharply.

The ground was littered with corpses pierced by sharp blades, some even cut into several pieces.

The blood gathered into a stream and flowed slowly along the depression in the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with dust and fear.

Looking at the church members who were killed, Kotomine Kirei clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

But it was by no means anger.

Looking at the scene of corpses everywhere in the cave, a strange feeling came over me.

Delight…the blood is so sweet and the remains are so ridiculous.

In this dead silence and destruction, the eyes were complicated, as if they were examining a work of art rather than the scene after a massacre.

He took a deep breath, trying to suck the sickening yet strangely attractive smell in the air into his lungs.

"This is...not right."

He whispered quietly, trying to suppress the emotions surging inside him.

But that strange joy came like a tide, almost drowning him.

Kirei's hands trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"We must go back to the church and bring back the information here."

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At the same time, golden particles condensed in the air, and Archer's figure appeared.

He stood proudly in front of the cathedral, his red eyes coldly scanning the plain building.

"A nest of bastards."

He snorted disdainfully and raised his hand to push open the heavy door.

The interior of the church was dark and quiet, with only a few candles flickering faintly.

Archer's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, disturbing the old priest who was praying.

Kotomine Lizheng slowly stood up and turned around.

A look of doubt appeared on his old face.

"Archer, why are you here? Did Brother Tokiomi ask you to come?"

Archer did not answer.

He raised his right hand, and golden ripples spread in the air.

A sharp sword emerged from it, flashing coldly in the candlelight.

The old priest's pupils suddenly shrank, but it was too late for him to react.

The golden sword light flashed, as fast as lightning.

"Uh……"

Kotomine Ri was looking down at the sword that suddenly appeared in front of her chest, and she reached out to touch it in disbelief.

The warm blood wet his trembling fingers.

"Bastard, were you the one who gave the order to destroy my treasure?" Archer looked down at the old priest coldly.

Kotomine Risei opened his mouth but could only let out a faint moan.

His legs went limp and he slowly fell to his knees.

Archer drew his sword, and blood gushed out, spreading rapidly on the wooden floor.

He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly noticed the strange lines faintly visible on the old priest's right arm.

He reached out and grasped the arm, examining it carefully. In the dim candlelight, the lines on it glowed a faint red light.

"interesting."

Archer narrowed his eyes, a cruel smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

He exerted force suddenly, and with the sound of breaking bones and tearing muscles, the entire arm was torn off.

The old priest let out a shrill scream before he died, but soon lost all vital signs due to excessive blood loss.

Archer carefully examined the loot in his hands.

From the elbow to the wrist, it was covered with dense Command Seals, like a strange painting.

“I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected gain.”

He whispered to himself, running his fingers gently over the lines as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, leaving a trail of scarlet marks on the floor.

Archer looked at the spoils in his hand with satisfaction, a hint of excitement flashing in his red eyes.

He took one last glance at the mess, then turned and strode away.

The golden particles condensed in the air again, and soon his figure disappeared.

All that was left in the church was a gradually cooling corpse and bloodstains on the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the scent of burning candles, forming a suffocating picture of death.