The Northern Sword God
Seven Type Spirit Hero
The day was just early in the morning, the Sun had not even been seen right in the eastern sky, its light was still dim right. Among the faint darkness and accompanied by the blowing autumn wind, there was a human figure dressed all in black coming out from the Arak God Inn.
He walked slowly as aimless, down the west side streets of West Tepian City. The youngster's footsteps were light, not even a sound was heard when the black boots of velvet cloth stepped.
When the sun began to show a little light in the eastern sky, the young man who walked like aimlessly, always meandering in the center of the shops, until in the end two stopped in a large building that is not too flashy. He raised his head, reading the large inscription written on the board above the building. "The Ancient Tower Temple" is what it's called.
"Temple? Was that old man Yang Fang misinformed?.
I think he said this is an association, not a temple of a particular faith"
Despite feeling the difference according to Yang Fang's explanation, Sima Yong still stepped foot without hesitation. He entered the courtyard of the still desolate ancient Tower Temple, while occasionally looking at the images and statues in the temple.
"It seems I was the first person to visit this temple" he murmured.
The smell of incense and the smell of frankincense immediately burst into the young man's sense of smell, when he finally entered the main building, the main hall of the temple.
He observed a very wide looking one full of scrolls of images of ancient gods and ancient beings worshipped in the God Filtration Continent. The scrolls were seen filling the walls of the temple.
Sima Yong then noticed, there was a large Yin Yang emblem, made from an array of ancient marble tiles, located in the middle of the hall. The arrangement was carefully worked out by experts on the temple floor, thus making a majestic and respectful impression when anyone entered the Ancient Tower Temple.
Sima Yong then took the hio and set it on fire and prayed fervently in front of a large Icon of worship gods in the Temple.
After he finished praying, Sima Yong suddenly felt a strange feeling in his right hand. It feels a little hot and sore. Then the young man rubbed his right hand gently on a piece of handkerchief, which then the hot and sore area on his right hand slowly formed a single sign or some kind of unique symbol.
The longer the symbol is more real, it is red and forms one weapon ...
"Sword? This is very similar to the sword symbol" Sima Yong said scrutinizing his right hand. The size of the symbol is approximately an inch in length, ranging from the palm to the hand.
Since the symbol was not lost, he began to ignore the sign. Sima Yong then placed a number of blue manna as a sign of alms to the priests in the Temple of the Ancient Tower.
"Greetings at peace always. May you always be blessed by the heavens..."
Suddenly a priest appeared from behind the stacked barriers, and he bowed deeply and began to bless the young man with complicated language.
Sima Yong felt uneasy, when the long mention was like a horse's mane, clapped by the priest to the point of touching his shirt. However, he understood the ancient language used by the priest, which sounded like he was blessing him, so Sima Yong tried to look unperturbed by the clapping.
The priest was seen wearing a large robe of pure white, which was so white that it looked like snow woven into cloth. With such a majestic appearance, their hair was not shaved pelontos like other priests in temples in general, but in the loop upwards, they form clumps and are tied with small bands that are also the same color.
"Greetings at peace, padre..." Sima Yong bowed in respect.
"I have an acquaintance who gave this jade slip." he reached out his hand and gave the jade slip token that night the old Magus gave him.
"His words.. I was able to contact him after I was in West Bank City.
Can you give him that token?"
The priest glimpsed at the token, and Sima Yong could see a ray of shock in the priest's eyes. Hurriedly he bowed towards Sima Yong,
"Pardon this unsavory servant's eyes"
"Let's follow the servant. Master Yang Fang has been waiting for you for a long time"
The priest opened a large door in the corner of the hall, then he brought Sima Yong to the second floor of the building. Sima Yong noticed, the decoration on the right of the second floor was very different from the first floor. Many in the pairs of magic symbols, the effect is like the earth and sky on the floor below.
While walking in the hallway of this second-floor building, the sensation that felt was not a peaceful sensation like the one he felt when he was in the first-floor hall. The sensation on the second floor was similar to the sensation of a mysterious and mystical aura.
Once again Sima Yong acted as if he did not care about the change in sensation. He just stared straight ahead, following the long steps of the white-robed priest. They finally stopped at a door, it seemed like a workspace, then the priest knocked on the door. "Lock !" a loud voice from behind the door sounded.
In the large study room, Sima Yong looked at Magus Yang Fang, sat down and in front of him was a work desk, with several parchments containing certain copies, which he had, the one in the wide roll filled the whole table.
"Ah... Young kid.
You at the end of his coming also to this Association of ours" the Magus smiled widely, then stood up and drew closer to Sima Yong.
Then with one warm hug, as if he were an old acquaintance once, or they were good acquaintances who had never met for decades like, he hugged the young man happily.
The two then sat on a row of chairs inside the room, then the old Magus opened the conversation.
"Is your business in this city done?"
"No. Not at all. There are still two important things I need to do.
But I thought that I was the same age as visiting the Association. I was always curious about what you said that night. Please explain to me what the Dragon Relic Sacred War really is?" asked Sima Yong spontaneously.
And well of course, the young man didn't want to look hypocritical. He did crave that Dragon Relic, to be his ticket and pave the way towards becoming an Immortal existence.
Magus Yang Fang's face was still smiling widely. He said,
"I'd guess.. You must be a worthy candidate to become one of the Masters in this holy war. It's rare for me to err in looking at someone's aura.."
"Please... Explain the outline directly. I can't wait to find out what holy war looks like" the young man said curiously.
"All right !"
Once upon a time, the Dragon Relic appeared in the western region here and became a scramble between the Magi. Not limited to the Magi of the human race. The magi of the Dark Elves, Fey and Imp also followed each other to get the dragon relic.
Then the elders of the Magi of the interracials discussed with each other to avoid chaos and slaughtered each other of the various races. They then agreed and arranged a competition called the Holy War of the Dragon Relic.
Each Magi of the four races would send one of their candidates to fight in the contest for the Relic. At first the war was followed by four contestants only.
But next, the relic becomes minded, and then magically designates three additional Magi as additional contestants in the Holy War, as the relic provides seven Servants in that war" silence moment...
"Every Magus who will become a Master or Supreme Master (participant), will be marked by the relic magically. This is called Command Spell or Command Magic. Without the command spell, a Magus would not be able to summon a Heroic Spirit from another world called a Servant to serve the Magus the Master.
Violation or dabbling in summoning the Spirit of another World Hero, would harm a Magus because that spirit would turn around to attack the Magus. The stronger your magic power abilities are, the stronger the otherworldly Mythological Spirits will be"
The old magus glanced at Sima Yong's right hand then said with a smile,
"The "mark on the sword in your right hand is a notification sign from the Dragon Relic, indicating that you are appointed to be a Master in that war. That's the Command Spell" Yang Fang said.
Sima Yong stroked the barren magic in his hand and muttered,
"So this is comand spell? Means I was deemed fit to participate in the relic's battle" he was very happy.
Of course for him it was the ease, which without the need for an invitation letter or anything, the relic itself that chose someone of strong magic power, to participate in that holy war. And he was chosen for his existence by the relics, deemed fit to participate in the holy war. Happy of course...
"All right ! I ready.
Right now, can you teach me to perform that otherworldly Heroic Spirit summoning ritual?"
"In the meantime." said Magus Yang Fang.
"I haven't mentioned what kind of Spirit you should call to be a servant later" she said smilingly.
"Then, please explain"
"There are seven types of Spirits that you can call Servants, helping you in war.
First was the Spirit of an ancient Saber expert. This saber-type spirit was a Hero of the past who was skilled at playing swords.
Both Lancer-type Spirits. This Type Lancer was an ancient spear expert who had always used a long stick as a weapon.
The Third Hero Archer. This spirit was a hero of the past who used arrows as weapons.
Fourth is the Spirit type Rider. This type is a strong hero who fights using horses as a tuggangan.
The fifth is Spirit type Caster. He was a sorcerer in the past who had once been a legend.
Sixth is the Spirit Assassin. This type of spirit in his lifetime hundreds of thousands of years ago, was someone who was famous as an expert in killing. The weapon is always different depending on who you call the assasin spirit.
The seventh was a Berserker-type Spirit. This is the spirit of a past hero of a brutal attacking type or berserk.
Generally the masters who lost the holy war, will die in the slaughter of other Masters and Servants, then the spirit of the master will move into the relic, participate in strengthening and giving strength to the relic itself " The old magus gasped for breath, after telling Sima Yong a long story.
Sima Yong himself became stunned to hear Magus Yang Fang's explanation. Then Yang Fang now asked,
"Hows it? Have you determined from which type or class of ancient hero spirit you will summon to become your Servant? Everything has to be as you wish"
Sima Yong replied with enthusiasm,
"I'll think about it in my room later. Now, can you teach me how to do that spirit summoning?"
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