Magician in Type-Moon

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Time is up.

"Round One Ended."

The dealer's voice, like a cold flash of lightning, echoed clearly in the arena.

The final battle, round two.

This wasn't just the first time entering the second round; it was a truly nail-biting moment.

Matou Ike maintained her composure, not letting her expression betray the slightest fluctuation.

How is Medea's injury now?

Where did the man who possessed the "Magician Killer" treasure escape to?

Where is Monarch Marisbury, the ruler of the Department of Astronomy, now?

These questions swirled in his mind like nooses, tightly binding the gears of his reasoning.

But at this moment——

The gamble is already decided, the chips have already been invested, so how much can current thinking change?

Instead, focus your attention on the present moment.

Chapter 512 Kiz's Records

At the edge of the arena, Luvia's rest area is near the corridor leading into the arena.

At this moment, the two are performing the healing technique at three times the normal speed.

Speed ​​it up further? — No, that would only backfire.

Even if their bodies, including their internal organs and brains, undergo thorough training, there are still limits to what they can withstand.

"Can it hold up?"

"There are three lacerations in her left hand and ribs," Luvia II calmly reported on the injuries. "Although magic can protect her, she can only move at full strength for two minutes... no, one and a half minutes is her limit."

"A very rational judgment."

Luvia I narrowed her eyes.

They were both seriously injured; although they weren't exactly covered in wounds, it was enough to prove how powerful their opponents were.

—No, it's more than just powerful.

If the Chimera and the Winged Griffin are formidable enemies, then the Hydra is far superior to them.

The fact that even their treasured, noble circuits were destroyed clearly illustrates the problem.

What makes this hydra so terrifying is not just its mystery, but also its overwhelming power as a creature.

—Regenerative ability, a suppressive force that transcends common sense.

It is not just a ferocious beast, but a being capable of dominating the entire arena.

She lowered her head slightly and glanced at the ground.

Hydra is turning the entire arena into a poisonous swamp, and the current erosion is about 20 to 30 percent complete.

But when this ratio exceeds 60%, the battlefield will become Hydra's domain.

—In that situation, perhaps only a mythical hero like Hercules could defeat it.

The current battle scene bears a striking resemblance to a battle from an ancient myth.

Luvia I slightly raised its head, its eyes deep and thoughtful.

It's unclear how realistic Van Phym's imitation is, but the sense of oppression certainly makes one believe that this battle may have also taken place in the mythological era.

Will the mythical war be repeated?

.........

—Round Two begins.

The dealer's voice remained calm, as if this life-or-death duel was just another ordinary round.

The 3D image on the round table once again reflected the two figures in the center of the arena—Luvia I and Luvia II.

Their faces were blurred to prevent their identities from being revealed.

...Have you temporarily survived Hydra's poison?

The gamblers stared intently at the images, but couldn't discern anything amiss from the manipulated footage.

What did they look like? How severe was the effect of the poison? These questions can only be answered through imagination.

"All right."

Isilid leaned out and stared at the 3D image.

Who will make the first move this time?

His profile resembled that of a child engrossed in a monster battle, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

However, to everyone's surprise, the battle did not begin immediately.

— An extremely slow offense and defense.

After the first round, Hydra seemed to sense the fighting power of Luvia and instead of rushing to attack, chose to strengthen its defense.

And what about the Luvias?

They lacked a decisive means to break the deadlock.

time flies.

However, it goes without saying who benefits more from this delaying tactic.

The toxic swamp has expanded to nearly 50% of its original size.

The more the territory expands, the more obvious Hydra's advantages become.

"This kind of battle situation is the most difficult to handle."

Bai Ruolong closed one eye, her finger gesturing thoughtfully on the image, as if simulating how she would react if she were on stage.

"The most crucial part of a war is the time when neither side moves."

Alette gently stroked her military uniform, a slight smile playing on her lips as she chuckled to herself.

Van Fem, like Matouchi, silently watched the images.

Time flowed slowly and heavily, so long that it felt suffocating.

Only the ominous poisonous swamp, slowly but steadily spreading, permeates the images with a deep, somber hue.

The Luvias did not stand idly by, but they still could not find a way to break the deadlock when faced with Hydra, which was only expanding its territory inside the poisonous swamp.

Quietly and subtly, life is silently worn away in this stalemate.

.........

Medea concealed herself as she wandered through the corridors deep within the cruise ship, quietly searching for the lone alchemist.

She was certain that the other party was still lurking on the ship and that no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape.

After all, this ship is not just a ship, but a "city".

Moreover, its master's name is—Van Fem of the Demon City.

In such a closed, demonic city, how can one possibly escape quietly using some kind of trick?

--wishful thinking.

No matter how the alchemist hid, he would always leave a trace.

The magical flow in the air subtly shifted. Medea stopped and looked down at the ground.

The magical residue there didn't seem to spread naturally, but rather it was the product of some kind of deliberate suppression, like someone forcibly concealing their own aura.

Sure enough, it's here.

She followed the faint trace of magic, her steps silent, until she stopped in front of a tightly closed hatch.

Medea pondered for a moment.

The silk thread flowed out again from her hand.

Her consciousness traced back along the thread of fate.

Among the countless possibilities that spread like a spider web, he seemed to be searching for something that met the conditions he had described.

Is this it...?

One of the threads reacted.

Make a pulling motion with your fingertips.

In an instant, a scene slowly unfolded.

"what……?"

Medea murmured softly, a hint of surprise in her voice.

—Because that was not what she was looking for at the moment.

What came into view were two unexpected figures.

Melvin and Elgo.

The two of them were performing a ritual around a body, and the owner of that body—

It's Kitz.

The magician, slumbering at the bottom of the wandering sea, has hair that sways like a gray wolf.

Medea quickly analyzed the scene before her, trying to deduce the content of the ritual.

at this time--

"Ah, is that so?"

A sound came from beside my ear.