Summoning Ritual

"Teacher, I don't understand why the El-Melloi faction would go to such great lengths to support this 'Mr. Kadoya'."

Don't let the pickup truck's dilapidated appearance fool you; the cargo hold, hidden behind a tarpaulin, contains some rather valuable materials. Even using Lord El-Melloi II's name, he had to pull a lot of strings to collect these items.

"If he wins this Great Holy Grail War, that would be a huge boost to the prestige of the El-Melloi faction; but if he dies in Romania, wouldn't that be..."

--It's all for naught.

"If I had to say..."

After a long silence, the man on the other end of the phone uttered a word that his disciple couldn't quite understand:

"Perhaps I feel unworthy of it."

Britain, London

After hanging up the phone, Lord El-Melloi II picked up a stack of documents on his desk and began to read them. These were left behind by "Mr. Kadoya" before he left, and their contents left him utterly astonished.

It turned out to be a revised and expanded version of some Magecraft theories that his teacher, Kayneth El- El-Melloi Archibald, had not completed before his death.

Although it was unknown where he obtained these things, with his exceptional eyesight and solid foundation, the Lord El-Melloi II immediately determined that their value to his lineage was immeasurable.

With a sigh, Lord El-Melloi II carefully placed the notebook into the cabinet, next to which was a piece of crimson cloth.

After relocking the cabinets and making sure to add several more layers of protection, the Lord El-Melloi II looked up and gazed out the window at the horizon.

"Anyway... don't die."

The outskirts of Bucharest

"I wonder how Shirou and Sakura are doing with Touko Aozaki."

Looking up at the approaching night sky, the man sitting in the car suddenly muttered to himself.

The so-called "Tsukasa Kadoya" is actually just a pseudonym used by Wang Xiaoming.

When the Lord El-Melloi II asked him for his name, Wang Xiaoming gave him this name along with his real name.

If the parallel world theory is correct, there should be another version of himself here. Although he doesn't know his identity in this world, Wang Xiaoming decides it's better to use a pseudonym so as not to cause trouble for him.

As for the name "Tsukasa Kadoya"... well...

[World Destroyer - Wang Xiaoming]

For him now, these are among the few relatively clear memories he has.

However, one must also admire the efficiency of the Lord El-Melloi II; he submitted the list on the first day and received approval the very next day. This contrasts sharply with his own world, where Waver had grown considerably under Kayneth's tutelage.

Wang Xiaoming decided to talk to Kayneth and tell him that the kid needed more training.

As for Wang Xiaoming's reward to the Lord El-Melloi II, the revised theories about Kayneth were the reward he received after the completion of the verification of the divine formulas that Medea Wang Xiaoming given to him for refining magic and self-defense, which he had borrowed from Wang Xiaoming.

Although he knew nothing about these things, seeing Kayneth's expression that threatened to eat him if he didn't accept them, Wang Xiaoming still managed to memorize them. He never expected to use them here.

Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things.

Looking at the time on his phone, Wang Xiaoming realized that the optimal time to call for help was fast approaching. He got out of the car, walked to the pickup truck's cargo bed, lifted the tarpaulin covering it, and began to get to work...

"—With the retreat within the disappearance, four retreat arrays were inscribed to surround the summoning array. Hmm, complete."

After repeating the process he had practiced countless times, Wang Xiaoming looked at the exquisitely crafted Summoning Circle on the ground, drawn with molten gold and silver. He carefully took out the wand from the long box and placed it inside before nodding in satisfaction.

After all, the betrothal gifts must be in place first.

"Let's begin then--"

Standing Summoning Circle, watching the number on his phone about to reach 2, Wang Xiaoming felt a little nervous. He slowly raised his arm, revealing the Command Spell on the back of his hand.

"Pure silver and iron. The great duke who made the pact with the cornerstone. The color for which he offered is 'red'."

Build walls to block the descending winds. Close the four gates, and begin your journey from the crown, circling the three-way road leading to the kingdom!

The incantation began, but unlike ordinary Magecraft who draw magic power from their bodies, this magic surged wildly into Wang Xiaoming's body from the Great Source. With each verse completed, the light of the True Magic circle increased at an accelerated pace. The surging magic power ravaged his body like a dull knife scraping flesh.

However, compared to the expectation in Wang Xiaoming's heart, these were all insignificant little things.

The Summoning Circle before him began to glow red; the "miracle" he craved was about to materialize. So—

"Announce!"

By the way, I'd like to recommend a book:

<Eastern Redemption: The Endless Tomorrow>

His serious writing style is truly a breath of fresh air among vulgar writers.

Synopsis: (With the personal integrity of someone who has already completed a million-word novel, please enjoy with confidence.)

I have nothing left...

Yet, I still cannot escape...

All that remained was a heart full of hatred and rage...

So... let me embrace this spiral of contradictions until my destruction...

--Neo Avilukes (Touhou Gensokyo series)

Chapter 175. Summoning Ritual

"Announcement--!"

You are beneath me, and I entrust my fate to your sword.

If you follow the destiny of the Holy Grail, and act in accordance with this will and reason, then respond!

The chanting, and the magic flowing within the Magic Circuit, summon the Heroic Spirit residing in the "seat," allowing them to converse with the supreme beings engraved in mythology.

The magical energy continuously flowing into Wang Xiaoming's body from the Great Source was tearing at him. This was the price he had to pay as a device, mechanical component, or gear bearing the weight of the world's wonders, his entire body transforming from human to object. Realizing he was becoming such an object, Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth and accelerated the flow of magical energy once more—

I swear this!

I am the one who brings about all good in the world.

I am the one who commits all evil in the world!

The pain from the magical frenzy tormented him relentlessly, yet Wang Xiaoming had to declare that he would hold the highest level of mystery firmly in his own hands!

"----Your seven days, bound by the three great incantations, came from the Wheel of Restraint, Guardian of the Scales!"

As the declaration ended, a bright light flashing from the center of the formation and a thunderous roar stirred up a cloud of dust in front of Wang Xiaoming.

Then, "she" appeared before Wang Xiaoming.

A dazzling light emanated from the intricately woven True Magic circle. In an instant, a miracle materialized. It embodied people's fantasies, elevating them to the realm of the inhuman—a heroic Heroic Spirit.

"Servant, Caster, Medea. Um, nice to meet you!"

As he watched the Summoning Circle rush towards that slender figure, Wang Xiaoming's breathing subconsciously stopped.

Meanwhile, Trifas, a small city in northern Transylvania, Romania, still retains well-preserved medieval walls built to protect against Turkish invasions, encircling parts of the fortress and city.

Most of the city's buildings were extensively repaired and rebuilt on medieval structures, possessing extremely valuable historical significance. The population was approximately 20,000, who barely managed to survive through meager agricultural and textile industries.

The most iconic symbol of the city is the massive castle perched atop the hill of Levu – the Yggdmillennia Castle. Its ownership has remained unchanged since the Middle Ages. Despite the Ottoman Turks invasions, the Black Death, and bombings during modern wars that brought suffering to Trifas, the fortress and its owners still stand today.

The tribe is called the Yggdmillennia, a group of Magecraft who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. Right now, the fortress is bustling with activity.

At this moment, in the main hall of Yggdmillennia Castle, a group of Magecraft dressed in the exclusive attire of the Yggdmillennia were solemnly awaiting something. This group included both men and women, and if there was anything similar about them, it would be the Command Spell on the backs of their hands.

That was their proof of being Master, their trump card, and their pass to this war.

The Command Spell in the hands of a Master have absolute command authority limited to three times. Although they are Magecraft, they are still just mortals and this is the only way they can command Heroic Spirit.

At this moment, they are about to participate in the final battle that will determine their own fate and that of their race— the Great Holy Grail War.

The original Holy Grail War, which took place in Eastwood City 60 years ago, was a death game in which seven Servants and their Masters rose to the last position. However, the Great Holy Grail War in this country took a different form due to interference from the Mage's Association.

The number of Heroic Spirit gathered here is twice the original number, that is, 14 Servants.

Yggdmillennia and the Mage's Association each used seven Servants to annihilate the other's seven Servants.

The most renowned and unparalleled heroes of all time have gathered here for a "war" unlike any other, the Great Holy Grail War.

The Yggdmillennia Clan, including Fiore, staked everything on this war.

--Defeat is not permitted.

Yggdmillennia has betrayed the Mage's Association and has no other way out but to win this war.

As time passed, the echoes in the hall began to fade, and Darnic, the current head of the Yggdmillennia Clan, stood up as if he had timed it perfectly. He looked down over the ceremony site from his high vantage point.

"----Now place your respective catalysts on the altar."

This time, four Masters were confirmed to be summoned, and before them was Summoning Circle that had already been prepared. The gold and silver mixture, formed by melting the materials, remained liquid due to the inclusion of a temperature-maintaining spell. This meticulously crafted and complex True Magic circle was specially designed to summon all Servants at once.

Although the "Black Faction" faction still had five vacant servant slots, on this day, they filled four of them with simultaneous summons.

One of the vacancies is due to someone summoning a Servant in Shinjuku Tokyo, for some reason. So, they will be at a numerical disadvantage until that Master joins forces with the "Black Faction." Therefore, they need to prepare their own pieces before the Mage's Association reorganizes its forces.

After confirming that the four summoners were in their designated positions, Darnic respectfully bowed his head towards the empty throne.

"Then, Your Majesty, the ceremony may now begin."

"--Um"

Golden particles of light gathered on the throne, transforming into the form of a person. The man, known as the King, was clad in a noble robe so black it seemed to melt into the night. In contrast to the black, his face was deathly pale, and his silky white hair hung loosely down.

This is the Servant—Lancer—that Darnic initially summoned.

His true identity is Vlad III, the great Romania hero. He is not only famous worldwide, but also enjoys the highest level of fame in this region.

It can be said that in Romania, Lancer's ability stats are almost the highest, making him a top-tier Servant.

No one can forget the shock of first meeting Lancer. The overwhelming sense of awe he had never experienced before. It was the demeanor of a king, a powerful sense of self that only beings beyond humanity are allowed to possess, and a relentless pursuit that no one else is permitted to have.

He possesses the power to diminish the existence of others with sheer willpower. He is the standard-bearer of the "Black" faction, who bows to their leader as king.

Lancer glanced at Darnic, and his authoritative voice echoed throughout the hall:

"Quickly, summon the heroic Heroic Spirit who wish to become my brothers!"

"As you command."

After bowing respectfully, Darnic announced to the four:

"Then let it begin. We, the Magecraft who take pride in the Yggdmillennia, will embark on a path of no return as this ritual concludes. --- Are you prepared?"

The four Masters' silent faces revealed unwavering determination.

The atmosphere within the King's Chamber shifted once more. The Masters tensed, their hearts pounding, magic circulating throughout their bodies.

At that very moment, they couldn't even feel the immense pressure from Lancer watching over them.

"Announcement--"

A dazzling light exploded in the hall, and after the light completely dissipated, four figures appeared within the Summoning Circle:

"We, the 'Black Servants,' have come here at the invitation of the summons."

Our fate is intertwined with that of Yggdmillennia; our swords are your swords.

Seeing these four figures who instantly captured everyone's attention upon their entrance, all the Master who had summoned their Servant couldn't help but feel delighted, except for one—

Fiore Fulvige Yggdrasil, the next head of the Yggdrasil clan, looked at the Servant she had summoned and fell into deep confusion.

Standing before Fiore was a tall young man in a red coat. Seeing the expression on his Master's face, the young man, as if to dispel Fiore's confusion and bewilderment, gave her a refreshing smile and said:

"Oh dear, this time we were really chosen by an extraordinary Master."

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