Magician in Type-Moon

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Caster's eyes narrowed. Matou Ike? He wanted Matou Ike's life? As a Servant, he came here and caused a ruckus not for the Holy Grail War, but simply to kill a Master.

How could he possibly let go of his own competitor?

In other words, this struggle is no longer within the scope of the Holy Grail War.

This is a matter outside the scope of this discussion.

As early as when Matou Ike told her about that bizarre dream last night, she had a feeling that something dirty had gotten in.

I just didn't expect that my premonition would be proven true so quickly.

"What nonsense are you spouting, King of Conquerors? A dignified Heroic Spirit dares to attempt to take the life of a mere Master? Are you an Assassin?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let my Master hear." The symbol of a real man was now acting like a child who had done something wrong, feeling somewhat guilty.

"So you do have a sense of shame after all, King Conqueror?"

Meanwhile, Weber, who was standing to the side, was at a loss as to what to do when he saw the two of them stuck in place. Should he go up and help?

But myself...

But how can someone on the path of conquest back down because of this?

Webber silently cast a reconnaissance spell, needing to understand the current situation first, which might also help Rider find a way out.

Rider, having just been scolded by Caster, wanted to scratch his head, but was unable to move due to being restrained, and could only laugh helplessly:

"There's no other way, I'm constrained by others, I have to do it. So Caster, what have you thought about it? Do you have any ideas about changing your Master? After all, this is something you're best at, right?"

"Hmph." Caster snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The starlight spots around her grew brighter, and magic surged forth from her body once again in a violent manner.

“It seems you intend to continue the resistance.” Iskandar shook his head, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"However, I will not back down easily!"

Before he finished speaking, the power of thunder also became violent, and the fist that had pierced Caster's chest exerted force once again, gradually pushing forward.

Caster's heart was about to be pierced.

The next moment, the two were enveloped in spots of light, and the ripples of the transparent rings unfolded layer by layer, emitting an explosive sound that shattered eardrums.

This is a cluster explosion of 18 billion starlight specks.

Each one possesses magical strength comparable to the Grand.

This is also the final form of Caster's unfinished grand magic trick.

An endless barrage of bombardments continuously appeared around the two of them.

Grand's damage isn't actually that high, but with enough accumulation, it's reached the level of a Noble Phantasm against a castle.

But Rider still chose to do things his own way, his right hand still thrusting forward, straight towards the heart.

This is the only solution; if Caster dies, the magic will come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 137 Medea Alter

Somewhat puzzled.

What exactly is this magician from the Age of Gods risking his life for?

In her story, isn't betrayal the central theme of Medea's song?

He was probably not a loyal subject who loved his lord.

But we no longer need to worry about those things.

This is now a life-or-death struggle.

"This level of resistance... is utterly boring!" Iskandar roared, his voice booming like thunder.

The fist continued its advance, unstoppable.

"Break it for me!"

With a roar, Iskandar's fist finally pierced Caster's heart, and the enormous impact instantly tore Caster's body apart.

The explosion of starlight came to an abrupt halt.

"Won!"

Weber exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this and began to walk toward Iskandar.

"Boy, step back."

Iskandar's voice carried a warning, and his gaze did not waver from Caster's direction.

Weber was taken aback, but then stopped and cautiously took a few steps back.

The heart has indeed been pierced.

Even heroic spirits could not survive with this level of damage to their spirit foundation.

But Iskandar's nerves were pounding, sending him a warning.

An ominous feeling arose in his heart.

Corruption, depravity, filth.

The surrounding magic was gradually boiling.

The nature of magic has undergone a dramatic change.

Iskandar leaped backward, shielding Webber in front of him.

Countless sea monsters emerged from the ground and gathered in front of Caster, forming barrier after barrier.

They did not attack Iskandar.

This doesn't make sense for the behavior of a monster without brain tissue.

They appeared to be kneeling, crawling forward towards Caster.

The starlight around him gradually faded, revealing Caster's figure.

Her chest was pierced directly, and blood was already gushing out like a pillar.

Her face was as pale as paper, covered in cold sweat, and her pale lips were clenched tightly together in pain, with blood seeping from the corners of her lips.

Her clothes were already soaked in blood, and blood kept gushing from the huge wound on her chest. The bright red blood stained her clothes and dripped onto the ground, forming pools of blood.

It was already at its last gasp.

On the blood-soaked stone path, the sea monsters crawled forward at an increasingly faster pace, as if summoned by some unseen force. Their bodies were covered in a viscous liquid, emitting a nauseating stench.

Finally, a sea monster came to Caster's front, its foul-smelling mouthparts wriggling as it vomited.

It was a heart that kept gushing out black mud, a gift from an evil god, the heart of a barbarian god!

Caster's arms were too weak to pick up anything that appeared before him. Trembling, he reached out towards the heart that was constantly oozing black mud, but fell limply halfway there.

Her fingertips traced lightly on the ground, trying to get closer to the primal god's heart, but she could not reach it.

Its body swayed slightly, gradually losing its balance, and finally it could only tilt its body and slowly crawl forward.

Each exertion was accompanied by excruciating pain; the blood had long since drained away from the wound on his chest.

Her head lowered, slowly arching towards the barbarian's heart. Blood and dirt mingled on the ground, staining her cheeks and forehead.

The sea monsters froze the moment the heart appeared, their movements completely halting, like believers awaiting divine revelation, waiting silently.

Finally, her lips touched the heart of the barbarian god, and the stench of black mud filled the air.

She thought to herself, "I can't smell anything anymore."

With all its might, the gap between its upper and lower jaws slowly opened, and it bit down hard on the heart.

She clenched her teeth and began to devour the repulsive, wicked creature.

"Sigh, why bother? Wouldn't it be better to just die a quick and painless death? Anyway, this world is already... there's no way wishes can be fulfilled."

Iskandar looked at the scene before him with a sense of helplessness.

The will of Zeus deep within his spirit origin constantly propelled him to attack Caster at this moment.

Now is the perfect time; all we need to do is blast her to pieces.

Iskandar frowned slightly, suppressing his displeasure. This situation of being controlled by others was truly...

Thunder surged around him once more, arcs of electricity leaping through the air with a piercing crackling sound.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the Thunder Spear in his hand condensed in light, shimmering with terrifying power.

Iskandar did not hesitate to throw the Thunder Spear at Caster, who was still eating.

boom! ! ! ——

The Thunder Spear, carrying destructive power, ripped through the sky and hurtled forward.

A cloud of blood mist exploded, instantly staining everything around it red.

The sea monsters had already built a high wall of flesh to intercept this attack, but how could mortal flesh compete with the brilliance of thunder?

The Thunder Spear pierced through the sea monsters' defenses and shot straight at Caster.

Caster's body shattered under the impact of the lightning, blood and flesh splattering like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground dark red.

Wittling at this scene, Waver was torn between congratulating the King of Conquerors and lamenting Caster's fate...

Iskandar remained silent, staring blankly at the flesh and blood before him.

But the next moment!

All the magic gathered within Ryudong Temple erupted at that moment.

The malevolent magic stung the skin of both Master and Servant.

Caster's figure once again coalesced high above Ryudong Temple.

However, her appearance is drastically different from before.

Her once glazed blue hair had now turned pale white, like a winter day covered in frost and snow.

His pupils lost their original color, turning into a cold gray-white, revealing endless emptiness and indifference.