Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

"Rider, since you are so impatient, then merge with me."

With his arm grabbed by Rider, Tōsaka Tokiomi instantly opened his eyes.

His eyeballs slowly turned from the depths of his eye sockets, revealing pupils as black as ink, without a trace of light.

His voice was low and distorted, as if squeezed from deep in his throat.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an unnatural way, forming a weird smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tōsaka Tokiomi's muscles suddenly tensed.

He suddenly stretched out his arms, fingers spread out like claws, and hugged Rider's thick arms tightly with amazing speed.

His nails dug into Rider's skin, leaving deep marks.

Rider instantly realized something was wrong.

His hand quickly moved to the hilt of the sword at his waist. The moment his fingertips touched the hilt, he felt a cold and sticky touch from his waist.

I saw several pale arms emerging from various parts of Tōsaka Tokiomi's body.

These arms were wriggling like living things, their surfaces covered with black veins and emitting a rotten smell.

They grasped Rider's limbs and torso like tentacles, each finger digging into his muscles.

Immediately afterwards, more arms burst out from the mountain of flesh.

They flexibly wrap around the manes and hooves of the sacred bulls like snakes, firmly holding the two powerful sacred beasts.

Other arms climbed onto the chariot, clinging to every gap between the wheels and the body of the chariot, as if trying to merge the entire chariot into this horrible body of flesh.

Weber was completely stunned by this sudden attack.

His legs went weak and he fell to the ground, staring at the horrifying scene in front of him with wide eyes.

However, those terrifying arms ignored him, as if he did not exist at all.

All of their attention was focused on Rider and his chariot, with no interest in the skinny boy.

Rider struggled hard, his muscles bulged and veins exposed.

But those arms were much stronger than normal humans and bound him tightly.

Every time he tried to break free, the arms tightened even more and began to dig into his skin.

"Rider, release your magic power! Use magic to strengthen your limbs!"

Waver, who was standing by, saw Rider being controlled by these strange arms and quickly reminded him.

“Magic power release” is not Saber’s exclusive ability.

This is a technique for using magic power.

A skill that gathers a large amount of magic power into the weapons in one's hands and limbs, and releases the magic power at any time as needed, instantly improving athletic ability.

Although Rider was not as skilled as Saber, Waver believed that Rider could rely on this technique and his own brute strength to break free from the restraints of these arms.

Rider immediately focused upon hearing this.

Take a deep breath and tense all your muscles.

The magic power was concentrated in his arms. The muscles in his arms swelled instantly, veins popped out, and the light of magic was faintly visible under the skin.

With a sudden force, several pale arms wrapped around his arms broke off, and black liquid spurted out from the broken ends.

Then, the magic power flowed to his legs.

Rider's thigh muscles trembled violently, and his arms at his knees began to loosen.

He kicked hard, and several more arms were torn off.

Rider felt the restraints loosen, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and magic power instantly flowed into the sword.

The sword of Cyprian glowed brightly with blue light, and lightning twined around the blade.

Rider swung his sword, and the sharp blade sliced ​​through Tōsaka Tokiomi's torso.

The sword flashed, and Tokiomi's upper body was separated from his lower body.

Then, Rider struck Tokiomi’s body with two more swords, shattering it into pieces.

The severed arms were still wriggling, and Rider swung his sword again, chopping them into pieces.

The whole process took only a few seconds, and Tōsaka Tokiomi's body was completely dismembered.

However, the expected blood did not appear.

The fragments of Tokiomi's body melted quickly and turned into a pool of black viscous liquid, emitting a disgusting stench.

Rider frowned as he looked at the black liquid in front of him and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, we got fooled!"

More pale arms grew wildly from the surrounding mountains of flesh.

They are like wheat seedlings in a wheat field, which quickly grow new ones after being cut down.

These arms spread towards Rider and his chariot at an alarming speed.

"Rider! Use your Noble Phantasm!"

Webber shouted anxiously, his voice full of anxiety.

Rider gritted his teeth and replied in a deep voice: "No, the Divine Bull is tied up, and the Divine Wheel cannot be used!"

The liberation of Shenwei Wheels requires the cooperation of Shenniu.

At this time, the divine bull was also trapped in a deep prison and could not use the treasure with the chariot at all.

Just like Saber was unable to use the "Sword of Promised Victory" after her left hand was injured.

At this time, Rider was unable to release the God Wheel and launch a devastating attack.

Rider and Waver's magic power were not enough to activate the "King's Army" again.

Countless pale arms surged in like a tide, densely covering the entire field of vision.

Rider wielded the Sword of Cyprian, and the blade flashed with blue lightning.

Each swing could cut off dozens of arms, but new arms immediately grew out from the broken ends to fill the gaps.

The Shenwei Wheel began to sink slowly, and the wheel sank into the mud composed of countless arms.

The two sacred bulls struggled hard, trampling the squirming arms with their hooves.

The lightning on their bodies kept striking in all directions, but those arms seemed to feel no pain. After being charred by the electric shock, they quickly returned to their original state.

The arms climbed up the legs of the sacred bulls and wrapped around their bodies.

Lightning danced across the surface of the arms, but could not stop their advance.

The sacred bull let out a painful moo, and its body was gradually submerged in the ocean of arms.

Rider continued to swing his sword, but his movements began to become slow.

Sweat soaked his clothes and his breathing became rapid.

Every swing of the sword required a huge amount of strength, but the arms kept coming with it.

The lightning on the Sword of Cyprus also began to dim, and the consumption of magic power made Rider feel powerless.

The chariot continued to sink, and half of it was buried in the quagmire formed by the arms.

Those arms began to climb up the body of the tank and penetrate into every gap, as if they wanted to dismantle and devour the entire tank.

Rider's ankles had been entangled by the arms, and he could only stand there and swing his sword, unable to move at all.

Rider looked around and realized the situation was critical.

His gaze fell on Weber, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, kid." Rider's deep voice was filled with a hint of apology. "The enemy's target is me. You still have a chance..."

Before Waver could react, Rider turned around abruptly and grabbed Waver's thin collar with his sturdy arms.

Weber felt his clothes tighten around his neck and his breathing hitched.

Rider took a deep breath, and his muscles tensed like steel.

He channeled his remaining magic power into his right arm like a tide, causing his muscles to bulge and veins to appear.

Waver could feel the heat and strength coming from Rider's arm.

"Live!"

Rider's roar was deafening.

He threw Weber out with all his strength. Weber felt dizzy and the wind whistled in his ears.

He screamed in terror, his vision blurring.

Weber's body arced across the sea of ​​squirming arms.

The arms stretched out to grab him, but missed by a hair's breadth.

Finally, Webber fell heavily on the mountain of meat in the distance.

His body rolled several times on the hard ground before coming to a stop.

If it weren't for the meat pad, he would have lost at least half his life if he fell down like this.

Even so, Weber was still badly knocked unconscious.

Weber was in pain all over, but he was safely out of the danger zone.

Weber struggled to get up, his knees and palms were scratched and bleeding.

He turned around with difficulty, anxiously searching for Rider.

However, the sight before him made him gasp.

Countless pale arms have completely enveloped Rider and his chariot, forming a huge wriggling sphere.

Those arms kept wriggling and entwining, as if they were devouring something.

Rider's figure completely disappeared, with only the occasional flash of blue lightning indicating that he was still struggling to resist.

But soon, even this last ray of light was swallowed up.

Waver watched in despair as Rider sank into the ocean of his arms, tears welling in his eyes.

He knew he was powerless to change this.

His lips trembled, and he wanted to call out Rider's name, but no sound came out.

He didn't even notice the pale arms growing at his feet.

"Weber is coming!"

The summoning spell can make a distant target fly towards you.

The farther the summoned object is from the caster, the more difficult it is to summon.

When attempting to summon an object, the caster must have a focused, clear image of the object in his or her mind.

When the pale arm was about to touch Weber, Chen Yu immediately recited the summoning spell.

As Chen Yu shouted, an invisible wave of magical power spread out instantly.

Weber felt his body lighten, as if he was grabbed by an invisible hand.

He exclaimed, and his whole body suddenly left the floor of the carriage and flew quickly towards Chen Yu in an instant.

At the same time, the pale arms also sensed Weber's movement.

They stretched frantically, trying to grab the flying target.

An arm almost touched Weber's ankle, but at the last moment, Weber's body suddenly accelerated and barely avoided the touch of the arm.

His robe was lifted by the air current and his hair fluttered in the air.

Weber drew an arc in the air, instantly flew from the atmosphere surrounded by the meat mountain to Chen Yu's side, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

This time, it hurts much more than falling on the meat mountain.

Weber was dizzy after the fall and couldn't stand up for a long time.

But no matter what, at least people are still alive.

The time Rider bought for Waver was not wasted.

Looking up at the meat mountain, countless pale arms will eventually swallow Rider.

With Rider's defeat, his soul was thrown into the Small Holy Grail, and the Holy Grail finally appeared.

A golden light suddenly fell from the sky, piercing through the haze and illuminating the entire mountain of meat.

The golden holy grail slowly appeared, suspended in mid-air.

It radiates a soft golden light all over, and the cup is engraved with mysterious runes, exuding a sacred aura, as if it contains infinite power.

The Holy Grail slowly descended and finally came to rest on top of the mountain of meat.

Countless crazy arms disappeared like smoke, the black mud stopped flowing, and the mountain of flesh stopped shaking.

The Holy Grail finally came to rest on the top of the Mountain of Meat, and golden light enveloped the entire mountain.

It seemed as if everything was over and that I could obtain the Holy Grail by simply reaching the top.

Weber sat on the ground, staring at the Holy Grail on the mountain of meat in amazement, feeling mixed emotions of sadness and joy for a moment.

However, neither Chen Yu nor Naiyali chose to climb the Meat Mountain and touch the Holy Grail.

Still standing there.

Chen Yu even took out his camera and took two photos of the Holy Grail with great interest.

Time passes bit by bit.

Finally, the mastermind behind the scenes couldn't help himself anymore.

At the top of the meat mountain, a figure slowly emerged.

As he appeared, the surrounding black mud retreated, making a passage for him.

The man was wearing a dark red suit, and he looked dignified and had a calm demeanor.

His features were regular and his face was familiar—it was Tōsaka Tokiomi.

Tōsaka Tokiomi walked slowly, each step was graceful and calm.

His eyes were as black as ink, completely different from the eyes of the magician in his memory.

He tilted his head, a look of curiosity on his face, as if he was observing some interesting experiment.

In his right hand he held aloft a golden cup - exactly what the Holy Grail looked like.

Golden light flowed in the cup, emitting powerful magical fluctuations.

Tōsaka Tokiomi gently shook the Holy Grail, and golden light rippled, as if tempting everyone present.

"According to the rules of the Holy Grail War," Tōsaka Tokiomi said, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Whether it's a Servant or a Master, only one person can fulfill a wish."

He paused, his eyes flicking back and forth between Chen Yu and Naiyali, "Excuse me, to whom should I give the Holy Grail?"

As he spoke, he held out the Holy Grail, and the golden light became even brighter.

The Holy Grail seemed to be calling Chen Yu and Naiyali, tempting them to reach out and take it.

Chen Yu stared at Tohsaka Tokiomi coldly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Naiyari was also looking Tōsaka Tokiomi up and down.

Chen Yu did not go over, but curled his lips in contempt and said, "Tsk, you don't think we will be fooled, do you?"

His voice was full of disdain, as if he was mocking the other party's poor performance.

"Abrupt twists and old-fashioned traps. There seems to be something wrong no matter how you look at it!"

Chen Yu continued, his tone becoming more and more sharp, "Or do you think I will be deceived by the fake Holy Grail in your hand?"

"Fake Holy Grail? You said it's a fake Holy Grail?" There was a bit of madness in Tohsaka Tokiomi's laughter, and he grabbed his forehead hard. "Hahahahahaha! How could I not know whether it's fake or not?!"

The laughter gradually died down, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Tōsaka Tokiomi's eyes.

He slowly raised the Holy Grail in his hand, his tone full of pride and madness: "For sixty years, it has continuously absorbed the power of the earth veins of Fuyuki City and transformed it into magic power. Every minute and every second, the earth veins of this city are nourishing the Holy Grail."

His fingertips gently stroked the cup, "Then, use the souls of six heroes as sacrifices."

Tōsaka Tokiomi held the Holy Grail high in the air, and golden light bloomed all around.

"The Holy Grail in my hand is undoubtedly the real Holy Grail!"