Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

"That is the Holy Grail. Once it is filled with souls, it will transform into the form entrusted to it."

Tōsaka Tokiomi stared at the inky black "sun" in the sky.

The darkness exuded a chilling aura, as if it could devour everything.

Ordinary people would be horrified to see this, but magicians are already accustomed to inhuman sights.

In pursuit of the root cause, they have long abandoned ordinary thinking.

Tokiomi retracted his gaze and turned to Yustisa in front of him.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I am the Saint of Winter, Justisia Rizleich von Einzbern." The other party replied.

Tokiomi shook his head, raised the ruby-encrusted staff in his hand, and pointed it at Justisa.

"No, you are not. The real 'Winter Saint' Justisa volunteered to be the core of the Holy Grail array and sacrificed her everything. You can't be her!"

"You are right. I am not Justisa herself." The other party admitted, "I borrowed her image just to communicate with you and convey my wishes."

Tōsaka Tokiomi thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.

This place was called "the inside of the Holy Grail" by the other party. The person in front of him who first called herself "the Saint of Winter" and then denied that she was not her should be——

"Are you the consciousness of the Holy Grail?"

"That's right." The other party nodded in confirmation.

Tokiomi frowned and recalled the family records.

"No, the Holy Grail should just be pure magic, how can it have consciousness?"

He suddenly remembered the church's warning. During the Third Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family violated the rules by summoning a Servant, Avenger Angora Mainyu. When the Lesser Holy Grail absorbed Angora Mainyu's soul, the Holy Grail was contaminated.

If this is really the inside of the Holy Grail, then the horrifying scene around it is proof that the Holy Grail has been contaminated.

"Is it that the Holy Grail is contaminated, causing it to gain consciousness? Or is it that the Holy Grail gains consciousness, causing it to be contaminated?"

Whether the chicken or the egg came first, this confusing question is nothing more than Tōsaka Tokiomi's curiosity.

Yustisa nodded slightly, agreeing with one of Tōsaka Tokiomi's statements.

"Perhaps this is the case. The Holy Grail, which should not have consciousness, has consciousness and has the same wishes as humans. This may be the truth behind the Holy Grail being contaminated as you said. Now, I also long for 'the hope of being born into this world'."

Tōsaka Tokiomi was silent for a moment, looking sharply at the being in front of him who claimed to be the Holy Grail consciousness. "Your wish is to be born into this world?"

"That's right." Justisa nodded, "I long to have a physical body and experience the joys and sorrows of life."

Tokiomi frowned slightly, thinking about this unexpected development.

"This was not part of my plan." He said slowly, "My purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War is to reach the root."

"The desire to reach the source does not conflict with my desire to be born."

Justisa smiled slightly, with a sly look in her eyes.

"Tohsaka Tokiomi, your Servant Hero King is indeed very strong, but the remaining servants should not be underestimated. Caster is an evil god from an unknown world, and Berserker's true identity is Lancelot, the strongest Knight of the Round Table known as the "Knight of the Lake" in the ancient British legend. Rider is known as the "King of Conquerors" and is known in history as "Alexander the Great". Any one of the three is enough to make Archer feel difficult, and now the three parties have formed an alliance."

"Even if Archer can defeat Caster in a single challenge, can he defeat Caster, Berserker, and Rider together?"

Originally, he was confident in the King of Heroes' strength and believed that he could handle it easily even when facing two powerful servants.

However, the joining of the King of Conquerors completely disrupted his plans.

Tokiomi's brain worked rapidly, weighing the situation.

The Noble Phantasm serves as the Servant's ultimate weapon.

A materialized miracle, the fruit of mankind's longing for miracles, and the proof of heroism held by the Servant.

It is an armed force built with human fantasy as its framework.

It is the weapon, symbol, and special move you possess, of course it is also an excellent weapon, and it may also be a certain skill.

He recalled the great reputation of Alexander the Great and the invincible army that swept across Europe and Asia.

If Rider didn’t have a similar Noble Phantasm, he wouldn’t believe it.

Even the King of Heroes may not be able to deal with such a powerful hero teaming up with Caster and Berserker alone.

A trace of uneasiness spread in Tokiomi's heart.

He began to question whether his judgment was too optimistic and whether he underestimated his opponent's strength.

This feeling of being out of control made him, who had always been conceited, feel anxious and uneasy, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The balance of victory seems to be tilting in an unfavorable direction.

Tokiomi's brows were furrowed, beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the ruby ​​on the staff.

He realized that the situation was beyond his control and he had to re-strategize.

My heart beat faster as I quickly calculated the chances of winning in my mind.

Justisa's voice rang out again, like drops of cold water falling into her ears.

"Tousaka Tokiomi, your chances of winning are not high."

“We can mutually benefit.”

"If you want, I can help you."

Tōsaka Tokiomi took a deep breath, and a foul smell of sulfur rushed into his mouth and nose.

Tōsaka Tokiomi stared at Yustisa, his eyes slightly narrowed.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of fatigue: "Tell me what you can do for me."

The corners of Justisa's mouth rose slightly: "I can give the defeated Servant a new life, and you can control him."

She paused, then continued, "Archer has the Command Seals taken from the priest."

"You can order him to give you that arm, and the resurrected Servant will become even more powerful."

Tokiomi's pupils suddenly contracted and his chest rose and fell violently.

His brain was working rapidly, calculating the possibility of controlling multiple enhanced Servants.

If one could control the power of multiple servants and make them even more powerful, victory would indeed be within reach.

The fruits of victory swayed before his eyes, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Tokiomi's fingers twitched unconsciously, as if they had already touched the Holy Grail.

His breathing became rapid.

The conditions proposed by Justisa were irresistible to Tōsaka Tokiomi.

It has to be said that Tōsaka Tokiomi was moved.

Even when he heard from Justisa the news that his old friend had been killed, he did not feel sad. Instead, he longed for victory even more.

He gripped his staff tightly and said in a deep voice, "You let the defeated Servant join the battlefield again. Aren't you afraid of violating the rules of the Holy Grail War?"

"Rules?" Justisa chuckled. "I am the Holy Grail itself, and I make the rules. I can give you more, far more than you can imagine."

Tokiomi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "What is the price you want?"

Yustisa raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a strange smile: "When I am born, you only need to prepare a physical container for me."

Tokiomi frowned, his brain working rapidly, weighing the pros and cons.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "I agree to your terms."

Justisa stretched out her snow-white hand, and her slender fingers trembled slightly in the air.

Tokiomi stretched out his hand and held Yustisa's palm, which felt icy cold.

"The contract is done, Tōsaka Tokiomi." Yustiza whispered.

Her voice was like ice breaking, echoing in the air: "May your dreams come true."

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Inside Ryudo Temple.

The indescribable thing squirmed like a twisted mountain of flesh.

It lurked in the center of the pool, black pus oozing out from its countless opening and closing mouthparts, contaminating everything around it.

The once clear pool water has now turned into sticky black mud, emitting a rotten smell.

Its huge body continued to expand like a living floating island, emitting a disgusting stench.

The entire forest was filled with its suffocating breath.

Magic power continuously overflowed from its body, turning into black cursed blood, corroding all life around it.

That was not ordinary magic, but malice and madness condensed into a physical form.

The black blood contains a horrific truth that is enough to destroy sanity, and just looking at it will plunge people into an eternal nightmare.

"The fusion of humans and the Holy Grail actually produces this thing? Tsk, it's really disgusting."

Archer stepped back in disgust; he didn't want his body to be stained with such disgusting things.

"I originally thought that Tōsaka Tokiomi could control the magic power in the Holy Grail with his willpower, but it seems that it is hard to say whether he is still conscious now."

Archer's eyes roamed over the twisted mass of flesh, searching for any sign of human consciousness.

However, he saw only endless chaos and madness.

“Hehehe…Tokiomi now looks more like the offspring of the evil god than Caster.”

"A...Ar...cher...Archer..."

The twisted mountain of flesh made an unclear sound, as if calling for something.

Archer frowned. Although the voice was muffled, he could hear the faint pain and struggle in it.

This voice actually came from the remaining consciousness of Tōsaka Tokiomi.

"Tokiomi? You're still alive?"

Archer asked tentatively, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“Command… Spell… Command Spell… give it to me…”

The meat mountain stopped expanding.

The surface of the meat was glowing with a strange dark red light, like the pulsation of blood vessels.

The black mud under my feet kept churning, and bubbles kept coming out of the sticky liquid, making an uncomfortable gurgling sound.

Faintly, Tōsaka Tokiomi's face emerged from the meat, shouting at Archer: "Archer, give me the Command Seal!!!"

Archer looked at the mountain of flesh that Tōsaka Tokiomi had transformed into with some surprise.

"I underestimated you, Tokiomi. I didn't expect you to still be conscious in your current situation."

Although Archer was somewhat concerned about how Tōsaka Tokiomi knew that he held Kotomine Risei's arm, under the effect of the Command Seals, he still took out the severed arm engraved with the Command Seals.

He did not resist, but looked at the twisted mountain of flesh with interest.

On Kotomine Risei's broken arm, the densely packed Command Seals looked like strange patterns.

Archer's hand trembled slightly, and the broken arm drew an arc in the air and was thrown accurately towards the meat mountain.

The arms flew in the air like an abandoned snake, carrying the breath of curse.

The moment the arm touched the mountain of flesh, the black mud quickly wrapped and swallowed it like a hungry beast.

The surface of the meat mountain began to wriggle violently, and black pus gushed out from countless mouthparts, emitting a rotten stench.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell, as if the entire forest was corroded.

Archer frowned, his nose filled with a foul odor, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

The sound of the meat mountain squirming was like a low roar, mixed with Tōsaka Tokiomi's painful whispers.

The voice was intermittent, as if coming from the abyss, carrying endless despair and struggle.

The black mud continued to surge, and streams of dark liquid condensed into three human-shaped outlines.

The liquid gradually solidified, revealing three dark figures.

Saber's holy sword, which originally represented light, was stained black, and the blade slowly dripped with sticky black liquid, making a slight dripping sound.

The armor on her body disappeared without a trace, replaced by a tight black dress.

The face that was once pretty and bright was now cold as ice and devoid of any warmth.

The two spears in Lancer's hands were wrapped in black mist, making a low humming sound.

The tip of the gun flashed a strange red light, looming in the darkness.

Assassin's mask was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and black blood oozed from the cracks.

The three servants stood on the black mud, making a sticky sound under their feet.

Black matter was constantly peeling off their bodies and then quickly regenerated.

The flaking black material fell into the mud with a slight hissing sound.

There was a scarlet light flashing in their eyes, emitting a suffocating murderous intent.

The air was filled with a rotten smell mixed with the fishy smell of metal.

The servants who walked out of the black mud had unhealthy grayish-white skin, as if they were evil spirits returning from hell.

Archer happily admired Saber's current appearance.

That was King Arthur, who was once noble and pure, but now he was tainted by filth.

Her armor lost its shine, her blonde hair grew dull, her skin turned paper-white.

The originally emerald green eyes lost their vitality, replaced by a dull golden color devoid of any emotion.

Archer's lips curled up into a cruel smile.

His eyes were fixed on every detail of Saber, greedily enjoying the depraved scene.

"Ah, Saber, you've finally freed yourself from those ridiculous restraints."

Archer's voice was filled with twisted joy.

He walked closer slowly and reached out to touch Saber's cold cheek.

"Look at you now, so perfect and so powerful."

Archer's breathing became rapid, and his excitement was evident.

"You finally understand that ideals and vows will only make you weak. After abandoning boring ideals and vows, look at how beautiful you are now!"

He whispered softly, his voice full of seduction.

"You are neither trapped by the title of guardian nor do you need to return to the fate of death. You are now worthy of me saying it again, become my possession, Saber."