In this world, Darnic had already reached the rank of Grand in the Clock Tower's magus rating. In other words, he already stood at the pinnacle of this world's magi. Darnic alone was enough to pose a certain deterrent to the existing other magus organizations.
Most importantly, Darnic still held the Holy Grail. If these guys were pushed too far, who knew what they would do with the Holy Grail? Especially since Darnic had already survived the most difficult period. Now that the Holy Grail War was approaching, Yggdmillennia had truly become a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. Who knew if, with Darnic's mad personality, he would order all the Heroic Spirits to commit suicide when they were about to lose, in order to gather enough magical energy to realize his wish, and then let everyone die together.
But for now, there was no better way. The rules were set by Darnic, and for now, they could only follow his arrangements. The only thing the old man felt happy about was that he was secretly intervening in this war. It was precisely because of his stealthy actions that he might be able to secretly deliver a fatal blow to those guys who thought there were no hidden enemies.
Most importantly...
"Darnic, you probably never thought an old ghost who's been dead for more than half a century would come for your revenge."
He opened the map of Romania's ley line trends that he had obtained from his good friend. He prepared to pick a place that wouldn't be given too much attention by anyone to conduct his own Heroic Spirit summoning. Because he was summoning Extra Classes, as long as he used a few more tricks, it would be no problem to ensure the Holy Grail wouldn't have any major reaction. As for how many people would target him on his way to this location, and how many people would have their hearts crushed by his insects, that was not something this old man was thinking about.
After arriving at his destination, he opened his box. In the suitcase were three items. The first was a specially forged weapon, a masterpiece of this world's Aslan. Although the Aslan of this world was not a transmigrator, he had indeed achieved a height that those of the past had not, for example, this piece of equipment—the world's first gunblade.
The second was a golden laurel wreath. This golden laurel wreath had a rich Roman style. The delicate decorative style and the inlaid gems all told everyone that this was a laurel wreath belonging to a Roman Emperor. To find the laurel wreath of that emperor, whose body had not even been left behind, was not a simple matter. If he hadn't searched for more than half a century, these precious catalysts would not have been so easy to obtain.
And the last item was, naturally, the special, cross-like key that he had just obtained not long ago. Now, the catalysts for three extra classes were all laid out here. Then, the insects on the ground quickly formed into the shape of a summoning circle, and then exploded with a bang, letting their blood soak into the ground, forming a magic circle drawn with blood.
"Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill.
Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time."
The old man raised his hand at this moment. A dazzling red light flashed on the back of his hand. The red, blood-like color spread across the back of his hand, and then outlined a strange, nine-stroke pattern.
"I announce!!"
Following the chant, a violent surge of magical energy erupted directly within the entire magic circle.
A storm kicked up in the forest where the old man was. The leaves rustled, and many withered leaves were directly swept up into the sky by this magical storm. It was a good thing that this was an uninhabited place, and no one would discover the abnormality here. At the same time, the massive flow of magic also brought pain to his body. Some of the insects on the old man's body, under the impact of this magical storm, died directly and fell to the ground. Of course, this little bit of pain was nothing to the old man. Not to mention, he no longer had a normal body. The pain when he was burned by the flames back then was much more unbearable than this. To realize his own long-cherished wish, for revenge, what was this little bit of pain for being a participant in the Holy Grail War?
"Thy self is under me, my fate is in thy sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if thou abidest by this will and this reason, then answer.
I hereby swear. I shall be all the good of the world, I shall have vanquished all the evil of the world!
Let your eyes be clouded, your heart be filled with resentment.
O prisoner trapped in the cage of hatred,
I am the master who controls this chain.
Thou, seventh heaven, clad in the three great words of power,
Come forth from the ring of deterrence, O guardian of the balance!"
As the magical energy spread outwards, three figures also appeared before the old man. The one in the lead had red hair, red armor, and a red demonic sword in her hand. She had an arrogant smile on her face. A hint of hatred flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by him. The Roman Emperor, who possessed two Noble Phantasms, had descended here.
This Roman Emperor looked at the old man before him and pursed her lips in annoyance. "To think you would amplify the hatred in my heart by so many times, making me descend as an Avenger. When our contract ends, you will have to atone for this!"
To actually make a great Roman Emperor descend in such a form. If it weren't for the fact that she had an armor Noble Phantasm that had a certain resistance to all magic, and her strong willpower, she was afraid she would have really become an ugly puppet that only fought for the hatred in her heart. If that were the case, it would have been a disgrace to the entire Roman empire.
And the old man just smiled lightly. When the war was over, it was still a question whether this Roman Emperor would be alive or not. If worst came to worst, he could still use a Command Spell to forcibly make this Roman Emperor make her exit, couldn't he?
Standing in the second position was a little blonde girl in a black dress, holding a small bear doll in her arms. This little girl seemed to be terrified of being summoned. "Abby... is going to be a bad girl again?"
Even if the little girl before him acted so pitifully, the old man would not have any mercy. After all, these people were Servants, just shadows left by those who had long since died. They were mere puppets.
And standing in the last position was a young lady with long golden hair, wearing form-fitting leather armor, and holding a giant forging hammer that was as tall as a person. At this moment, this young lady seemed a little confused about her own class. After gently scratching her cheek, she looked up at the old man. Although she felt that the old man was a bit strange, she still asked politely, "Um... what kind of class is 'Alter Ego'?"
As someone who was the same yet different, it seemed there was nothing wrong with this girl descending in this class.