The Holy Grail Battles Chapter 3

"Full, full, full, full, full, full."

"The next step is five."

Evan stood in front of the magic circle. On the altar was the holy relic for summoning Mark. He stretched out his right hand with the Command Seal and chanted in a low voice.

"Declaration"

"Your body is at my command, and my life is with your sword."

"If you wish to follow the will and principles of the Holy Grail, respond to its call."

"I swear here:

I wish to accomplish all good deeds in the world.

I wish to destroy all evil in the world."

Evan felt a darkness before his eyes, and the magic circuits in his body seemed to be chanting spells on their own.

A huge air pressure descended on the center of the magic circle. In his confusion, Evan even felt that he no longer existed as a human being, but had become a part of this mysterious ritual, completely becoming a circuit connecting the spiritual path and the material world.

However, the chanting still did not stop.

"You are the Seventh Heaven who is entangled with the Three Words, and you come from the Wheel of Restraint, the Guardian of Libra."

Ending his prayer with these words, Evan felt that the magic power flowing through his body had accelerated to its limit.

There were thunder and lightning, and the wind and clouds were rolling.

A dazzling light burst out from the magic circle, and a black figure appeared in the center of the circle.

Lucas Matou used his hands to shield his eyes from the strong wind and tried hard to look inside.

It was a man with long purple hair wearing purple armor. He had his eyes slightly closed, and seemed to be digesting all kinds of modern knowledge transmitted to him by the Holy Grail.

This is Mark, the most powerful knight under King Arthur. Holding the "Indestructible Lake Light", he can fight against Gawain, the Sun Knight who has three times the strength of the daytime. He deserves the title of the strongest.

Mark seemed to have finally digested the knowledge transmitted by the Holy Grail. He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

"My name is Mark, and I have come here as a Berserker. Are you... King Arthur?"

Looking at the blond and blue-eyed man in front of him, Mark's eyes were filled with horror as if he had seen something incredible.

No, it's not the king. How could King Arthur be a man? The king is obviously a woman. My memory cannot be wrong.

However, the person in front of me is obviously a man, but why does he look so similar to Altria?

It’s like the two sides of a piece of translucent paper. Although the patterns are completely different, you can still find traces of the other side.

"I'm sorry, I'm not King Arthur." Evan pointed at the Command Seal on his hand. "I'm just an ordinary Master."

Evan certainly knew why Mark had such hallucinations. It was all because of the first card his system gave him.

Body Transformation Card: Random Heroic Spirit Physique.

At first, Evan thought that only the internal parts were modified, but he didn't expect that after using it, even the appearance had completely changed. It completely inherited the basic physical qualities of the old sword, but unfortunately it failed to inherit skills such as the Dragon Heart Intuition.

Fortunately, he randomly got the male version of Arthur, and Arthur's appearance was only slightly less handsome than the original one. If Evan was given a Medusa or something, he would have to say goodbye to his good brother in tears.

"I'm sorry, Master." Mark suppressed the hallucination he had just had, thinking that it was because he missed the King too much. "Mark swears here that I will win the Holy Grail War for you."

"Well, not bad." Evan nodded, and Mark's character parameters appeared in his eyes.

Muscle A

Durability A

Agility A+

Magic C

Lucky B+

Noble Phantasm A

Very comprehensive attributes. Except for slightly weak magic power, he can almost be regarded as a bucket-type character with all A-level parameters. If the Holy Grail War did not require fighting but was simply a comparison of size, Mark would be invincible.

Moreover, Mark also has his own powerful treasure, Wuhu...the indestructible lake light.

It is the same sword as the Sword of Promised Victory, which was entrusted to humans by the lake elves. The blade is engraved with elven characters. The characteristic of this sword is that it has a blade that shines like the lake water under the moon and will never be destroyed.

However, since Mark once used this sword to kill the Knights of the Round Table, it lost its qualification as a holy sword and was classified as a demon sword.

When this sword is drawn, all of Mark's parameter values   will increase by one level.

Since there is a story about defeating a dragon, it is possible to add damage to Heroic Spirits with "Dragon Attributes".

In other words, it is a special attack on Avert.

"Target detected, Mark. Ding, you have obtained the skill card: Knights do not die unarmed."

Eh, this is the skill I acquired?

Evan selected the skill card and in a trance, he felt that he had suddenly learned a way to use energy.

Note, it is energy, not magic.

Evan ignored Changjiang and Yanye who were staring at each other, walked to the wall and picked up a fallen brick.

The knight does not die with his bare hands!

Dazzling holy light gushed out from Evan's hands. The square brick in his hand seemed to have turned into a dried-up sponge, greedily absorbing the water of holy light. As the holy light continued to flow in, the color of the square brick also kept changing, from the original blue-black color to a golden color shining with white light.

"Done... What is this?" Evan shook the brick in his hand. "Light-cast brick?"

"Master? The ability you just used seems to be somewhat similar to mine?" Mark came closer. He seemed to sense a hint of his own treasure from the transformation just now.

"That's right. It's improved based on your Noble Phantasm Knight Never Dies Barehanded. I named it Knight Never Dies Barehanded: Lightcast Edition. What do you think?" Evan shook the lightcast brick in front of Mark's eyes.

???

Mark had three question marks hanging over his head. Why can you imitate my treasure? That is not a simple magic trick, but an abstract concept that has been materialized by my own deeds.

"Hey, Xiaolan, your master was very powerful when he was young." Evan stroked his hair, looked at the hole in the ceiling, and showed a reminiscent look.

"Back then, I was considered the man with the best chance of becoming the Grand Master Magician."

"Hehe." Mark felt the meager magic power supplied by Evan in his body and smiled perfunctorily.

"Huh? What's the matter, Xiaolan, you don't believe it?" Evan raised his right hand and casually waved the Command Seal in front of Mark's eyes.

"Master, I believe in you. You must be the strongest magician in this war." Mark has now completely distinguished the master in front of him from the wise and mighty King Arthur. After all, in Mark's mind, King Arthur is a perfect king, and the man in front of him seems to be not very smart.

"Ahem."

Comrade Yan Ye, who had been serving as a background board for a long time, came over, coughing up some blood from his mouth as he walked. It seemed that his broken body could not hold on for much longer.

Mark stepped back slightly to make room so that Lucas Matou could talk to Evan, but in fact he could still guarantee that the current master was absolutely safe, worthy of being the captain of the Round Table Knights' security team.

"Mr. Evan...can you help me with the treatment?" Lucas Matou's voice was very weak.

"Of course, no problem." Evan agreed very readily, and then he stretched out his index finger and thumb as if pinching something, and explained to Lucas Matou, "It might be a little painful? After all, the worm in your body has not been taken out yet, and I don't know how to help people deliver babies or anything like that."

Looking at Evan's gesture, Lucas Matou laughed at himself. "A little bit of pain? Haha, compared to what I've been through in the past six months, this... ahhhhh..."

Intense pain penetrated every nerve of Yan Ye, and all the half-dead insects in his body burned up under the illumination of the holy light. Yan Ye was completely enveloped in the white sacred flames.

You call this? A little bit?