mtlumby2d Chapter 94 Summoning Heroic Spirits
Chapter 94 Summoning Heroic Spirits
a year ago.
Matou Residence.
A nauseating stench and deathly silence filled the air.
In the dimly lit passage, Matou Kariya dragged his slightly weary steps, preparing to leave this demonic cellar that he loathed so much.
He wouldn't have come back if Tsuruno hadn't told him that Sakura would be sent to the Matou family.
It turned out that guy had lied to him!
"You think this is the end, Kariya?"
A hoarse, dry voice echoed at the end of the dimly lit corridor.
Matou Ryouken, leaning on his cane, his long-decayed body like a dried corpse, blocked the way, his cold gaze carrying a kind of malicious mockery.
"Old man, move aside." Yan Ye frowned in disgust.
"I don't care what happens to that good-for-nothing Tsuruno, but I have nothing to do with you or the Matou family's magic anymore."
"Heh heh heh... Foolish escapists." Lie Yan let out a low, eerie laugh, slamming his cane heavily on the ground.
"Do you really think that Tokiomi Tohsaka, a man whose only concern is the 'Root,' would take good care of those women?"
"What do you mean?" Yan Ye stopped in his tracks.
"Look with your own eyes! See what calamity that self-proclaimed elegant man has brought upon himself for the Holy Grail!"
The dirty inkstone opened its withered palm, and several engraving insects crawled out from its sleeve, emitting a ghostly blue phosphorescence in mid-air.
The interplay of light created a blurry yet powerfully impactful projection of memory.
That was a few nights ago, surveillance footage from outside the Matou family mansion.
In the projection, a blond young man is standing in front of the gate.
Although there was no flash of magic circuitry, under the malicious magic of the filthy inkstone,
The young man in the picture exudes a suffocating, terrifying aura, like that of a ferocious beast.
The mere sight of those emerald eyes shining in the night caused the surrounding air to distort violently.
"Did you see clearly, Yan Ye?" Lie Yan whispered like a demon:
"That's not human at all, but a monster in human skin, a terrifying phantom beast exuding the aura of a dragon! That man's very existence is a harbinger of disaster!"
Yan Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing became rapid.
"Tokiomi Tohsaka has gone completely mad in his pursuit of the Root. He keeps this unknown monster in his home, letting it live with Aoi and his two children day and night."
Dirty inkstone continued to drip venom into Yan Ye's heart:
"Tokiomi Tohsaka can even tolerate monsters for the sake of the Root. Once the Holy Grail War begins, when a huge amount of magical energy is needed to fill that monster's hungry stomach..."
Guess who Tokiomi will choose as a sacrifice to push him into the abyss?
"No...impossible..." Yan Ye staggered backward, his face as pale as paper.
He remembered Aoi's gentle smile, and he remembered Sakura and Rin.
The thought of such a terrifying monster lurking among them filled Yan Ye with a heart-wrenching fear and rage.
"Tokiomi Tohsaka...you beast!!"
His obsession, which he had already let go of, was instantly twisted into a raging inferno by Lieyan's deliberate deception and his own almost pathological protectiveness towards Kui.
"Do you need strength, Yan Ye?" Lie Yan watched with satisfaction as his prey fell into the net.
"If you are willing to inherit the Command Seals of the Matou family, I will not only give you the power to defeat that monster, but also hand over the victory of the Holy Grail War that belongs to the Matou family."
Go and rescue that poor woman from the clutches of Tokiomi and the monster!
Yan Ye suddenly raised her head, her already tired eyes now filled with bloodshot veins.
"...Give me the Mark Worm, you old man." He gritted his teeth, as if he were chewing on flesh and blood.
"I will kill that monster... I will kill Tokiomi with my own hands!"
……
Let's rewind to the present, to the night before the Holy Grail War began.
Deep beneath the Matou family's underground cellar, filled with the sounds of crawling insects.
Yan Ye was half-submerged in the swarm of insects, enduring the inhuman pain of her magic circuit being forcibly opened.
His left side of his face was completely disfigured, with worms wriggling under his skin from time to time, and his left eye had lost its luster.
But on the back of his right hand, three bright red Command Seals were radiating a dazzling light.
"Alright, let's begin." As Matou Ryouken spoke, the swarm of insects vanished completely.
"Announcement—"
With the sound of coughing up blood, Yan Ye, his voice hoarse, recited the summoning incantation.
At Lieyan's request, in order to compensate for his inferior aptitude as a magician, two additional incantations were added to the spell that were powerful enough to strip a Heroic Spirit of his sanity.
"—But you should serve my body with eyes clouded by chaos."
"—You are the one imprisoned in the cage of madness."
"—I am the one who holds its chains!"
boom!
A foul-smelling storm arose, and immense magical power, like a black swamp, gushed forth from the summoning circle.
As the light faded, a jet-black knight, shrouded in black miasma, slowly rose to his feet, accompanied by a sickening metallic scraping sound.
On the helmet's visor, only a narrow, blood-red light flickered.
Berserker, Lancelot.
At this moment, Lancelot should have lost all reason and perception due to his berserk state, becoming a machine that only knows how to kill.
However, the moment he came into contact with the real world, his instincts deep within his spirit base caught a trace of the Star Holy Sword that he could not possibly mistake.
"—Ugh... Ahhhhhhh!!!"
A fierce roar erupted from beneath the Black Knight's mask, shattering the remaining glass lampshades in the basement.
The roar, mixed with extreme grief and murderous intent, transformed into a tangible black storm.
"...Arthur!!"
Slumped into the pile of insects, Yan Ye covered his ears tightly, watching the rabid dog that had completely lost control, his twisted fire of revenge burning ever brighter.
The top floor of the Hyatt Regency Fuyuki.
This entire floor has been transformed into an impregnable magic fortress.
Kenneth Elmero Archibald was elegantly swirling the red wine in his glass.
As the head of the El-Melloi, one of the twelve families of the Clock Tower, his arrogant face was filled with disdain for this Far Eastern ritual.
"Sora, look at this backward and unattractive town in the Far East. It's ridiculous that those families claim it holds the hope of reaching the Roots."
Sora, standing behind him, remained indifferent, staring intently at the fragment of a gun tip on the table, a piece imbued with Celtic style.
"Kenneth, don't underestimate them. After all, they are local strongmen who have taken root here."
"Local bullies? At best, they're just earthworms burrowing in remote, remote areas."
Kenneth let out a sneer, a testament to his absolute confidence as the monarch of the Minerals Department.
"As for that anomaly who suddenly appeared at the Tohsaka residence and is said to be able to dismantle barriers with his bare hands..." Kenneth's eyes turned slightly cold.
"At most, it's just a low-level hybrid of a mythical beast with nothing but brute strength."
Before my Moon Spirit Essence and the Servant I am about to summon, brute force would only be a monkey show to be toyed with.
"Announcement—"
With a magnificent and precise incantation and the infusion of immense magical power, a beautiful knight's figure appeared in the light.
"Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, has come forth in response to the call."
"My lord, please issue the order to kill the enemy."
Kenneth looked at the knight kneeling on one knee, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
Miyama Town on the outskirts of Fuyuki.
In stark contrast to Kenneth's extravagance, Webber Velvet was crouching trembling in the gloomy woods.
"Damn it... that damn Kenneth! How dare he blatantly disrespect my paper in front of everyone!"
Webber gritted his teeth, clutching the wooden box containing the cloak fragments tightly to his chest.
Due to financial constraints, he could only barely draw a summoning circle using chicken blood.
"I'm not some... inferior student of low blood."
He wanted to rebel; he wanted to prove that he was not wrong, and that Kenneth was the one who was wrong!