Magician in Type-Moon

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And the other side.

Matouchi is challenging the King's Army, or rather, the King's Army is challenging Matouchi.

"It seems rather vulnerable."

"There's absolutely no sense of oppression from back then, which is a bit off."

Could it be because I've become too strong?

Unlikely.

Thinking this, Matou Ike followed up with a punch that shattered the chest of the red-haired general.

After the chaotic battle just now, the craving for the Holy Grail War has passed.

Reason has returned to the forefront.

The Deconstruction Eye was activated silently.

Begin reading the information of the army in front of you—

Magical composition √.

Spiritual origin formation ×.

What constitutes the record of realms?

Ok?

It is composed of pure magical energy, but lacks the elements of a spirit origin, which Matou Ike can understand.

But why are the most fundamental elements of the boundary record belt only half and half?

While Matou Ike was still pondering, several sharp gusts of wind came from behind him.

That was no ordinary wind, but a sharp blade imbued with murderous intent, each strike seemingly capable of tearing through the air and aimed straight for vital points.

Matou Ike keenly sensed the unusual sound of the wind behind him, and the killing intent pierced his senses like needles.

Without turning around, he pushed off slightly with his feet, and his body slid to the side as if pulled up by a spring.

At the same time, he gently raised his hand, and blazing crimson flames erupted from his fingertips once more, forming a barrier behind him like burning cursed armor.

It emitted a series of ear-piercing crackling sounds.

The magical fluctuations floating in the air suddenly became chaotic.

There are too many grunts!

"Ashfire Armor. Vortex"

Matouchi imbued Typhon's powers into the spiral axis set up by the Twisted Mystic Eyes.

A few seconds later, the atmosphere was stirred up by the spiral shaft, and a crimson substance, tens of thousands of times larger than water droplets, was pulled out.

If one were to describe it, perhaps only the magma stored in Mount Fuji, which has accumulated for over three hundred years, could compare.

The red and green spirals should not be visible to the human eye, but at this moment, they manifested before everyone, tinged with a deep crimson, like a pair of intertwined wings.

These scarlet wings were compressed to their limit, as if they had surpassed all the rules of nature and gained a strength that was difficult to achieve by common sense.

The fiery magic surged like burning coals, each feather was as sharp as a blade, and the gathered crimson light gradually condensed into a giant spear.

The spear's shape seemed to be a recreation of a legendary weapon—the Spear of Longinus. Its tip radiated a destructive glow, the surrounding air distorted by the intense heat, and time and space seemed to bow down in submission at that moment.

Without any unnecessary pause, an overwhelming heat and pressure poured out from the spear.

It crashed directly into the ground.

At that moment, the earth trembled, and a crimson shock spread out like a torrent. Sand and flames intertwined, transforming into a wave of fire that devoured everything around it.

Q: Would such an attack affect the teammates behind you?

the answer is negative.

Because the spiral axis of the Twisted Eye is still stirring the atmosphere, stirring the magic, and stirring the crimson color.

Everything was being guided and confined to a certain range.

The overwhelming enemy forces that had surged forward have now turned to ashes.

Matou Ike paused slightly, closing his eyes to sense the amount of magical energy remaining within his body. After confirming that he still had enough, he stepped forward, heading straight ahead with a clear goal—to find Iskandar, the conqueror king with whom he had once drunk and conversed.

However, the ashes behind him did not dissipate as usual, but instead began to surge strangely.

The ashes gathered and swirled, like the mythical phoenix, seemingly trying to rise from the ashes.

Matou Ike merely glanced at him indifferently, ignoring him, and continued walking.

This was expected.

Because in the killing just seconds earlier, he and Medea, who was standing at a distance, had perceived the true nature of these enemies through the information they had gained from the battle.

Their survival at this moment depends on this crystal jungle—the crystal pillars that surround them are the key.

The crystal pillars that make up the crystal forest are themselves a recording medium.

Although they cannot compare to the vast and complete boundary record tapes, their numbers are countless.

Therefore, it is not unimaginable to replicate an army from a certain record and make it briefly exist.

Once you understand this, acting recklessly would be irrational.

Magic battles are essentially battles of concepts. While accumulating quantity may make one a big figure in the mystical world, it will never make one a truly top-tier magician.

What was that saying again—"Restraint is paramount, special attacks are the work of gods"?

Although it was just a joke, it perfectly captured the essence of magic battles.

Matouchi's original strategy was to obtain intelligence and then hand it over to Medea to decipher and maintain these military mechanisms.

So he left the rest to Medea, while he wanted to ask Iskandar some questions he hadn't had the chance to ask during the Holy Grail War.

Although it may not lead to any results...

Chapter 404 Foreign Objects (4k)

The ashes began to surge, as if they had come to life, gathering in the wind and gradually twisting in shape.

The group, who had just been relieved by Matou Ike's powerful outburst, now felt an indescribable sense of oppression again, and their hearts wavered.

Meastia clenched his fists slightly, his gaze fixed on the restless ashes. He had already begun to activate a spell in his mind, preparing to take out the Supreme Mystic Code he always carried, ready to deal with any possible sudden changes.

However, the next moment, it was Medea, who had been standing silently in the back, who broke the deadlock.

The heroic spirit who had been observing the battle from the start finally stepped forward, her movements clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

She dragged the half-scorpion, half-human puppet she had captured earlier to her front. The seemingly useless remains had once again become her tool.

Medea's fingers pierced through the puppet's chest cavity, inserting her palm into the core of its body.

hum-

The magic began to resonate, and blue-white light spread from her fingertips, with flowing patterns crawling across the puppet's surface like a spider web.

"What...are you doing?" Tika asked from the side, but her tone now carried a hint of awe.

Medea did not answer, but continued to focus on the movements in her hands.

As the resonance intensified, the puppet's outer shell cracked, emitting a piercing sound. At the same time, the surrounding air changed.

The magic began to resonate.

Various types of information began to be read.

The phantom of the Crystal Jungle slowly emerged.

Those crystal-clear columnar structures appeared like illusions, their outlines visible in mid-air.

Intricate runes flowed across it, as if speaking some incomprehensible language.

It's so sophisticated that even a third-rate magician could understand it.

Not to mention, this place is home to the monarchs of the Six Sources of Atlas and the Clock Tower.

Because each crystal is connected by lines, and the other end of those lines lies on the resurrected army.

"So that's how it is. The records overflowing from these crystal pillars have completely eroded the Great Library's cognitive system..."

Latio looked down at the shattered crystal petal at his feet, a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Meastia, standing to the side, picked up the conversation, her tone tinged with barely concealed admiration:

"This is an attack that can only be launched on storage media. It should be called a 'Memory Weapon'. If this is also due to the bookshelf's defensive instinct, then the Atlas Institute of the past is truly jaw-dropping."

“Since that’s the case, let’s get started. After all, they’ve gone to such lengths; we can’t just sit idly by.” This time, it was Latio’s father, Roger, who spoke.

The group exchanged glances and quickly reached a consensus.

The situation has become very clear: as long as we withstand the army's attack and quickly eliminate these still-functioning crystal pillars, we can end this crisis.

At the same time, Matou Ike had already walked up to Iskandar, who had a slightly dull appearance.

"Hey, do you remember me?"

No response.

However, they did not launch a direct attack like the previous armies.

"Stop pretending. I know you can use the connection between mystical symbols to project your consciousness through this magically constructed avatar to observe what's happening here. You should have been summoned by now, Conqueror King."

There was still no response, but Matou Ike continued talking non-stop.

"Actually, I had a suspicion after hearing that Waver failed to summon you—"

"—You've already been summoned by someone else. Aside from that reason, I can't understand how a warlike guy like you could refuse an impending war."

Matou Ike continued:

"Perhaps you are already a complete being now? You've undergone multiple Spirit Origin Ascensions. If you weren't in this state, Waver should have been able to summon other aspects of you instead of coming up empty-handed."

The scene at this moment is somewhat like a one-man show by Matou Ike, because he is the only one making noise.

"...By the way, do you still remember your former Master Waver Velvet? That guy was crazy about you, he even sacrificed his future for you. If you don't remember him, that would be too pathetic."

There was no response, and not even a change in expression on that arrogant and unyielding face.