The long corridor seemed to have no end, and was like a long snake walking in a coiled manner. Ahad, who was leading the way in front of his head, wore a dress with red pair of collars on his chest. Although he was old, his walking pace was strong and powerful. The trajectory was neither slow nor slow, like the creed of a poisonous snake spitting back and forth.

Following the two armed nuns of Ahad, there were the black party members of Dismusk. Dis held Alice Fil in his hand, his lips slightly hung up, and he smiled, like a gentleman on the British islands, slowly escorting Alice Fil, while Alice Fil beside her, her fair and delicate face, which looked like a distant mountain, gradually condensed together. The lilac-like tongue unconsciously licked her somewhat cracked lips.

As everyone was moving forward and focused their attention in front of them, no one noticed Ally's unusual little movements.

"Mr. Amelia, why didn't I see Master Emiya today? He won't participate in such a big occasion?" Clausa, who was following the godfather, murmured in a low voice to the female warrior who was walking next to him.

Amelia looked at the Godfather's back and said, "He has gained a new life."

Claus wanted to ask some questions, but unfortunately, the snake came to the end, and everyone came to the back of the castle and turned over a simple garden. An old, quaint cathedral sealed with the meaning of historical dust appeared more and more clearly in front of everyone's eyes.

Two white armed nuns were holding individual soldiers, standing sacred and serious, spontaneously on both sides of the church gate. Ahad stopped at the door, and the old face with clear and cold lines suddenly became peaceful, with a delicate whisper and a soft prayer, and his expression seemed to be from a pilgrimage from afar.

After praying, the old man pushed the door and entered. Dismusk stopped at a group of Black Site guards behind him, and walked in with his confidants Amelia and Clausa.

The quaint and dark stone slabs and dust-covered tables and chairs are on both sides of the church. The portraits of the heads of the Einzberen family in history are the deepest part of the corridor. The front desk of the church is behind it, and the magnificent and elegant large murals are surrounded by stars and stars, surrounding the holy grail that entangles countless people in this family and countless years of delusions. Under it are countless hands full of obsessions.

Dismusk looked at the heavy history of the family and the foundation of his burden. This obsessive obsession made countless people crazy. Under the golden holy grail, there were many bones added. The holy weapon might carry not the hope of the world, but countless greedy sins. The color inside it may be bright red.

"The great beginning will eventually usher in a great ending. This will be an epic biography. The stories that the world praises and passes on. The wishes of the Einzberen family for two hundred years will be realized." Ahad faced the Holy Grail on the wall, opened his arms and released it with all his heart, as if there was no mural there, as if he had already obtained everything. This time, the master of the Einzberen family will be one of the most powerful beings in the world. He has no reason to lose anything. Success may be just a matter of time.

After the crazy and crazy prayer, the old man turned around leisurely, with a little blood on his old face. He took out a wooden box about one meter long from his generous gift robe. It was sacred and solemn. He walked towards Dismusk step by step...

"His Excellency Dismusk, the wish of the Einzberen family for more than 200 years... I'll ask you!"

Dismusk looked at the quaint and ancient box, raised his eyes and glanced at Ahad with a serious look, and couldn't help but smile, bared his teeth and said, "Ahad, being able to obtain the promise of the Black Party Godfather will be your life's happiness. This is an insurmountable obstacle for you, but for me it is just a game, it is just a winner who wins the trophy and the loser pays the price of his life."

Ahad was stunned, his body shook, and his pale face turned a little flushed. I don’t know if it was angry or excited, but he was still two steps away from Dismusk, so he stopped, gave it with both hands, and looked straight at Dismusk.

This position is very cleverly chosen, neither close nor far away. If Dis wanted to get the box, if he didn't want to move, he had to bend down and borrow it. However, this posture was too much for Ahhad, and this picture seemed to be a gift from the old man to his younger generation. If he chose to take it a small step forward, he would lose his identity as the godfather of the black party.

No matter how awkward the distance is, no matter which choice it is, it is not allowed for Dismusk.

This old man's actions are not like a reaction after verbal retort. The meaning of doing so is, perhaps what the other party wants is the dominance of the game. After thinking about the old man's thoughts, Dismusk was unmoved. He wanted the old man to understand the relationship between his position and who asked whom.

Dismusk remained unmoved, and Ahad could only hold it hard, his face turned red for a moment, and he was embarrassed. Alice Phil leaning against Dismusk was a little unbearable. She raised her eyes and looked at Dismusk's smiling face, and finally couldn't help but pull the man's sleeve.

The man's mouth gently stroked the corners of his mouth, and the hand that hugged the woman's waist couldn't help but tighten, which made Aili roll his eyes helplessly.

Dismusk whispered at Amelia behind him. The latter tactfully took the holy relics that the old man held in front of him, turned around and bent down to dedicate them to her master.

Dismusk reached out his hand to caress the box in his hand, and a thought that was hard to understand came from the bottom of his heart. He said without raising his head.

"Head, you can leave."

Ahad's forehead bulged with veins, and a low voice squeezed out from his teeth. "Okay, Lord Dismusk, I hope you don't forget your original promise."

The old man seemed to be resentful. After saying that, he walked out of the church without waiting for a reply.

After Ahad left, he creaked with the heavy door.

"Amelia, I don't want some unexpected things to happen in the future."

Dismusk did not avoid Ali at all. While instructing Amelia, he went forward to check the completion of the magic circle in the church. Although the old man Ahad was very stubborn, it has to be said that the old man had high magic attainments.

"Why did Grandfather prepare such a simple ceremony?" In the eyes of Alice Phil, who was observing the side, such ceremony seemed to be a bit too frugal and too unexpected. Could it be that my grandfather did it on purpose? Thinking of this, she couldn't help asking.

"Maybe you are going to be disappointed. The Servant's summoning ceremony is not as complicated as the ritual of the spirit submission. You who were born in a magic family cannot not know about these. Are you testing me...Ali." Dismusk looked up and explained while examining the trajectory of the magic characters.

Alice Phil smiled with a smile like a flower, and the noble and holy snow lotus exuded endless fragrance. If Amelia's beauty is cold and charming, then Alice's beauty is like a fairy who is tall, sacred and inviolable.

For a moment, Dismusk looked a little stunned. Although he was often with Aili, some of his beauty came from the trembling inside.

Ari took out the holy relics from the box, and the legendary scabbard of the holy sword in King Arthur's hand. She placed the scabbard carefully on the altar, raised her eyes and looked at the blue eyes of the stars, looking at the reflection of her pupils, and she said softly, "In fact, the power to summon Servant is not the power of the magician, but the power of the Holy Grail. This is why Diss can become a master because Diss's role is only a link between the heroic spirit and the world, and provide the energy of the physical existence of the heroic spirit, and this magic power Diss can also be achieved through energy conversion."

Dismusk nodded with a smile and stepped aside. When he took out the summoning spell given by Ahad from his pocket, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's wrong, Dis?" Alice came over and asked in confusion.

"This spell is so strange. The tone on it reminds me of the ancient Shenzhou civilization... the God-Feng civilization that was buried in the long river of history." Dismusk looked at Ali, Amelia, Clausa with a slightly inquiring look. The latter's confusion and confusion were like the melody that rose step by step like seven notes.

Dis shook his head with a self-deprecating swaying, and a low magnetic voice rang out from the hall.

“Announcement—

You are under me, and you are entrusting my destiny under your sword..."

This night was a sleepless night after all. Different spells were sung on this same land, and they were performed almost at the same time. This was the arrangement of fate, or a deliberate coincidence or accident.

At the edge of the jungle, the enthusiasm for power and the indomitable spirit sounded.

"Follow the call of the Holy Grail, follow this concept and the law of heaven, you will immediately answer-"

There will always be people entering the trajectory arranged by God. In the church, Dis looked at the altar with a strange smile on his lips.

"I swear here that I will do good in the world and eliminate all evil in the world."

The words have not yet fallen, and the vision is dark.

The darkness continued the emitter of each spell, and the ancient low singing still rang in the wet and cold basement.

"I am the master of this chain who makes your eyes chaotic, your mind turbulent, and the prisoner who is prohibited by the Frantic Bar."

The same basement, different locations, and different humidity, the head of the Tosaka family stared at the place with bright red light under the talisman.

"The three great words that entangle yours comes from the wheel of suppression, the guardian of Libra!"

For a moment, lightning and thunder were roaring in the sky at night, and the wind swept away the clouds. In the church, Dismusk felt that the energy in his whole body seemed to follow a certain rule, flowing constantly. The air flow in the house was turbulent and uneasy, and it was gathering towards the same place. The lightning outside was as fast as a wave, illuminating the face in the house.

The distant melody is guided by magic. In the wrapping of lightning and strong wind, surrounded by turbulent air, the figures of ancient legends gradually reveal their mysterious colors.

From there to this place, from the sky to the ground, a cold voice came from above on the stone slabs of the church altar.
Chapter completed!