Magician in Type-Moon

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They were like pure killing machines, rushing in one after another, forming a dark shadow that blotted out the sky.

wyverns

Spreading its enormous wings, its sharp claws and teeth gleamed with a cold light, it pounced on the enemy on the ground with a ferocious killing intent.

The shockwaves generated solely by muscle strength whipped up gusts of wind, sending dust billowing everywhere.

"It has no effect? ​​It only has the characteristics of a dragon, but its interior is still filled with black mud?"

Lancer gritted her teeth and transformed into a dragon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her entire body was covered in scales, and her wings, pierced through her back, spread out bloodily.

Her scarlet eyes seemed to be flowing with scorching gold.

With its wings flapping, it soared straight into the sky, breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

She doesn't need to flap her wings to fly; she only needs to spread her wings, and a strong wind will lift her up in the sky.

Meanwhile, the three largest dragons, which were circling in the sky, launched a fierce attack on Lancer with a fearless attitude.

With the power of the five-headed dragon mother, their speed easily broke the speed of sound, and their strength reached the level of heroic spirits.

To the battle on the ground, this aerial duel was nothing more than bursts of thunder and lightning—which repeatedly illuminated the gaps in the clouds, as if flashing dragons were weaving through them, spewing out thunder and lightning.

Each impact is a turbulent flow of magic, with high-speed air currents of extremely high and low temperatures alternating to tear apart the clouds and wound both sides in the final battle.

They drilled huge holes in the clouds, which were quickly filled by the surrounding clouds, and each collision generated a stream of high-energy magical particles.

On the ground battlefield, after being surrounded by hundreds of bipedal wyverns, El-Melloi II immediately deployed the Stone Formation without hesitation.

These mindless killing machines, of course, could not, like the hero-king Gilgamesh, accurately strike every point on the array.

They adopted a more brutal approach: comprehensive firepower coverage.

They had no concerns about magic; the black mud on their bodies began to boil and roll, revealing the fiery red patterns beneath their skin.

These are the magical channels within those monsters, filled with imitations of magic circuits, though not as complex or sophisticated as the circuits within magicians' bodies.

Its main feature is a simple, direct, and singular magic circuit, which brings the greatest benefit of efficiency.

It's as simple and brutal as loading a bullet into the chamber.

Hundreds of scorching, foul torrents of dragon breath covered the entire barrier formed by the Stone Soldier Eight Formations.

Mash Kyrielight raised her shield in front of everyone, and Artoria also sheathed her holy sword.

"These wyverns remind me of..." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, watching the wyverns frantically unleashing their breath attacks from behind Mash.

"Ushmugar?" The image of the fat director, Mujik, chimed in.

"No, although there are some similarities, it feels more like..." Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly denied.

“Barlakhmu, right?” Leonardo da Vinci continued.

This answer struck a chord with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Yes, they look so alike.

The artificial feeling was exactly the same.

Although its strength was far from reaching the level of the god Balrahmu, its aura was as if it bore the mark of Tiamat, the earth mother goddess.

"What is that?" El-Melloi II asked curiously, after all, this could be considered a kind of intelligence.

Fujimaru Ritsuka then began to explain to El-Melloi II the information about Balrahim and Rahim, and their origins.

After learning about the creature, El-Melloi II immediately made a judgment.

"You should know what's hidden beneath Ryudong-ji Temple, right?"

"The Greater Grail of Fuyuki, you mean...?" Kiritsugu Emiya finally understood.

"Yes, Caster's magical power may originate from the Greater Grail hidden within Mount Enzo, and it's also based on information previously obtained from... Rider's Master..."

“The final trump card that Caster summoned in her battle with Rider was a monster she called Tiamat, which makes all of this make sense.”

El-Melloi II stood to the side, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and said.

? !

At this moment, the hearts of the Chaldeans were already beginning to stir.

what's the situation?

Was the monster that Caster summoned Tiamat?

What kind of magician joke is this?

That enemy was barely defeated only by the combined efforts of several gods, two Grand Servant candidates, and the Old Man of the Mountain who sacrificed his Grand rank with a single sword strike.

Although they are all singularities, it's really hard to accept that something like this suddenly appears.

El-Melloi II looked at Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose faces had already turned pale.

"It's alright. According to Rider's Master's assessment, that monster is far from reaching the strength of Tiamat that you described..."

Suddenly, a ghostly voice echoed through the air.

"is it?"

Chapter 174 What Anyone Who Sees It Will Know

When El-Melloi II heard this, his expression changed.

He quickly changed the gestures he was making, trying to respond.

But it was too late. On the dilapidated ground of Ryudong Temple, the fine layer of "snowflakes" began to rise and expand abnormally.

Countless tiny, silvery-white hairs clung to the earth as if they were alive, and as they twisted and bent, the earth seemed to respond and begin to dance.

As the magic surged, the ground began to collapse, and layers of hair began to pile up, enveloping the entire space like a silvery-white tide.

These strands of hair began to intertwine as if they were alive, gradually forming a three-dimensional shape.

They interweave with intricate weaving techniques, like threads on a loom, meticulously weaving a human-shaped structure.

The strands of hair are like fine threads in the hands of a skilled weaver, gracefully weaving and intertwining in the air, gradually outlining the limbs, torso, and head of a person.

As the weaving continues, the form becomes clearer and clearer, like a perfect rag doll, gradually taking shape from the intangible.

She gently raised her arm to check her surroundings.

"So that's how it is. Is it some kind of magic from the East? Since it's a technique from a different foundation, it seems that the only way to break it is through brute force."

"You are... Medea?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in surprise as she looked at the face of the doll outlined by silk threads in front of her.

"Oh, do you recognize me? Judging from your appearance, you're not someone I know from the Age of Gods. So you must be the Master who summoned me before," Medea said softly to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Miss Medea...could you..." Mashu was taken aback when she saw Medea suddenly appear in this state, and then she spoke.

"You're not going to say something like that that would make me admit defeat, are you? Even if a Master who once fought alongside me said something like that, it would be unforgivable."

"No matter how deep our connection was before, now... I have found my home!"

"You lot who want to shatter my dreams, may you all perish inside the dragon's belly!"

Medea's voice first rang out gently, like a kind older sister next door, but she stopped midway through her sentence—

That sweet and gentle smile suddenly twisted and deformed, and the magic around her became violent, her madness reaching a critical value.

A creature called a witch has descended once again upon this land called Fuyuki.

"found it!!!"

Medea's hair clone began to burn, and filthy flames spread all over its body.

The pungent smell of tar emanated from inside her body.

"Oh no, Mash, unleash your Noble Phantasm quickly! She's going to break through from the outside and wipe us all out!" El-Melloi II's voice was urgent.

The once mature and composed monarch has now lost his composure.

Mashu now understood the urgency of the situation.

However, she had no idea where the attack would come from, which left her at a loss.

"Mash, face the ground!!!"

Fortunately, El-Melloi II gave timely instructions at this moment.

Ground? An attack from the ground?

do not care!

Mashu loudly chanted the true name of the Noble Phantasm and slammed the round table shield in her hand against the ground.

"The already fragile dream city ~Mold Camelot!!"

With Mash's Noble Phantasm being unleashed, the ever-standing Chalk City appears on the ground in an upside-down form.

The massive city walls and gates rise from the ground, like an inverted fortress, the snow-white walls facing the silvery-white earth covered with white spider silk.

Just like glaciers on the sea collide during their drift, one of them will eventually be destroyed.

but.

The expected impact did not occur; the white strands of hair attached to the ground, like Medea's clone, burst into flames.

The temperature of the flame is not very high, but the gases it emits after burning are significant.

--poison! !

As a witch from the Age of Gods, she poisoned the princess and king of Corinth with her venom-stained robe and golden crown at the end of the legend!

Every single strand of hair has been soaked in a poisonous potion that can harm heroic spirits!

The item was rated A only because its legend was not outstanding and it did not have any great achievements in mythology, hence its low rating.

These toxic gases spread silently, and every breath felt like a burning sensation in the lungs.

The two people in the best condition at this moment are actually Artoria and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The former goes without saying; as King Arthur who possessed Avalon, he was not afraid of poison at all.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's poison resistance is so high that even the poison of the Immortal's Decay and Dark Vein only makes her feel like she has a cold.

The city of chalk temporarily kept the poisonous gas out of everyone's sight.