Magician in Type-Moon

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The ability to channel and materialize all curses was like an unseen current that completely distorted her magic, and the almost irresistible force began to affect her tactics.

The magical trajectory that was originally aimed at Hartres instantly deviated and swept violently toward the imposter.

Just then, the amulet Orange wore on her ankle suddenly shattered, and a flash of light disappeared.

The magic did not fly to its target as she intended; instead, it was guided by an irresistible force and dissipated into nothingness.

However, what shocked her the most was that the power of that out-of-control force actually dissipated into a harmless cool breeze in front of the amulet.

The magical clumps that once could destroy everything have now become so powerless, as if everything has been weakened.

The imposter spoke casually, but his calm voice carried an undisguised irony and admiration:

"Incredible precision of magic."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the orange, a hint of subtle appreciation in her eyes:

"Whether it's the conception or the adaptability in battle, it's all admirable. In terms of the dexterity of the spells, you should be far superior to me. You are the kind of magician whose strength is enough to recommend you to our king."

For the imposter, this was undoubtedly the highest praise, but there was no wavering in her eyes.

Her smile didn't change because of the praise; instead, after a brief silence, she calmly revealed her true thoughts:

"—But it's too fragile!"

These words were like a lightning bolt, shattering the standoff between Orange and the imposter, and striking her heart instantly.

The air was abruptly cut off, and the oppressive feeling almost made her gasp for breath. Then, the imposter's sword silently sliced ​​through the air like lightning, heading straight for Orange's skull.

However, the sword tip paused slightly in mid-air. The imposter's movements showed no hesitation, but her sword stopped.

"impossible……"

Orange could hardly believe her eyes; she felt the immense pressure closing in on her, bringing her to the brink of death. Just when she thought she could no longer escape, a soft whisper reached her ears.

"--Well done, Spencer."

"Yes, princess."

The next moment, a huge figure appeared before Orange. The figure stood steadily in front of her, gripping the imposter's blade tightly—it was Spin.

His body was surrounded by bestial magic, his muscles were taut, and his aura was deep and powerful like that of a wild beast.

His right hand held the imposter's sharp blade firmly in an amazing posture, seemingly unaffected.

However, what is even more shocking is the hand on his right hand that is wearing a silver gauntlet.

The gauntlets are not made of ordinary metal, but of a rare and hard material called Tolimmar tungsten. They are inlaid with Moon Spirit Essence, have an eerie luster, and emit strong magical fluctuations.

It wasn't just armor protecting the arms; it was more like the core of the Moon Spirit Marrow Armor. When it came into contact with the imposter's blade, it perfectly absorbed the impact from the blade, completely neutralizing it.

Just after the cannon, transformed from a crystal mayfly, fired the magic bullet, Reines saw that the magic bullet was directed at the imposter and ordered Spin to intervene in the battle, manipulating the Moon Spirit Essence.

"you……!"

"excuse me!"

The roar of a beast shook the air, striking the imposter's face directly. It was a typical application of bestial magic; Spin's oppressive aura arrived like a thunderbolt.

For an ordinary magician, this sound would be enough to make them instantly lose consciousness, or even fall into a coma.

But the imposter was, after all, a heroic spirit with powerful mystical abilities, and she did not faint because of it.

Nevertheless, the roar was enough to make her retreat slightly, temporarily slowing her attack and giving Orange and Spencer a precious chance to catch their breath.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Orange and Spencer quickly jumped back, using their agility to dodge the imposter's attack.

At the same time, Orange waved her hand lightly, the action seemingly unintentional, but in an instant, she released the binding magic cast by the imposter.

That instantaneous change was so subtle that it was almost unbelievable.

Her abilities remain as absurd and awe-inspiring as the legends suggest.

Orange didn't pause, turning her gaze to Reines, a relaxed smile appearing on her face, but her tone carried a hint of amusement:

"Although I had guessed you would come, I didn't expect it to be at this time."

Reines smiled wryly, scratched her cheek, and seemed to reluctantly admit:

"Haha, we can't miss this opportunity!"

Despite her belief that she had done her utmost to conceal herself, neither the imposter nor she herself seemed to have escaped the notice of this experienced Grand Magician.

Orange's alertness was unparalleled; even Reines had to admire it.

Orange's gaze swept over Reines, she slightly raised her chin, and then made her request:

"Thank you for coming. By the way, could you also help me fend off that intimidating-looking warrior? He's really making me a little uneasy."

Without hesitation, Reines swiftly gave the order:

"Spin, stay alert."

"Yes."

Spencer's response was concise and forceful. He immediately stepped forward and adjusted the positions of the group to ensure that their defensive line would not be breached.

Reines and Orange are clearly not good at close combat, and if the imposter gets close, their lives will probably be lost very quickly.

At this moment, the air underground seemed to be compressed to an unusually heavy degree, and every inch of air on the battlefield was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Intermingled with the strong smell of scorched earth, the tension of the battlefield seemed to touch every corner of the heart at this moment.

Reines took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice:

"Would you like to join forces with us?"

Orange didn't hesitate; her voice remained cool, yet carried a hint of decisiveness:

“Of course. I’ve already made preparations to avoid running out of runes. However, magicians from the mythological era are indeed different from modern magicians.”

She paused slightly, then smiled.

“Basically, vulnerability is to be expected. After all, I’m just a delicate lady. But it’s better than being called ‘old-fashioned’.”

Reines's lips twitched slightly, as if she were silently complaining:

"I really hope you don't say things so cheerfully."

Orange blinked and answered nonchalantly:

"I'm sorry, it's impossible for me not to feel happy."

She's right—as a respectable magician, when faced with the mysteries of the mythical age that are more important than life itself, any threat seems insignificant.

For her, everything before her was nothing more than a contest of magic and strength; the true value lay in those rare, timeless skills.

"There is indeed a world of difference between magicians in the mythological era and modern magicians."

Orange seemed to be deep in thought, and continued:

"The high-speed divine incantation just now is a good example. Modern magic is bound by certain fixed forms no matter what."

Whether it's a simple Single Action, a slightly more complex One Count, or even a longer Ten Count ritual, modern magicians generally follow these established rules and are subject to various limitations when performing magic.

She paused, her gaze piercing through the chaos of the battlefield, seemingly pondering a deeper meaning:

"My rune magic, just by completing these preparations in advance, has already consumed a lot of energy and time. Compared to this, the magic of the mythological era simply surpasses all limitations."

Her tone gradually became more confident, even tinged with a hint of smugness:

"With a short incantation, one can demonstrate magic of a depth comparable to the Ten Count level, without any constraints."

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in Orange's eyes, as if she were recalling the scene where the imposter effortlessly broke through a large number of her runes:

"That's why the imposter was able to completely destroy my runes with just one sentence."

She gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"After all, the depth of magic is different, and the precision and hardness of spells are simply incomparable. All contradictions and conflicts will eventually be covered up."

Meanwhile, another battle of words is underway—

"El-Melloi II's disciples?"

Hatreth murmured softly behind his servant, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"exactly."

Spencer responded, his tone slightly proud: "Please remember, I am the most senior student, Spencer Glashuette."

He deliberately emphasized that he was the "most senior," which undoubtedly highlighted the subtle difference in status between him and other magicians who were also senior students, especially Ferrat.

This detail may seem insignificant, but it is enough to affect the cooperation and trust between them.

The Moon Spirit Marrow Armor, combined with his beastly magic, subtly flowed and changed, undulating and swaying on his arms like silver hair.

"────Ugh!"

His armored right arm suddenly flashed with a blinding light, and Spencer's body seemed to be one with the ground as he spun rapidly, reflecting the sudden attack.

Reines' eyes widened as she quickly tracked the imposter's figure—however, she had already failed to detect the imposter's approach.

Then, three consecutive heavy blows broke the silence underground, the metallic clang echoing all around, as if each strike carried an irresistible force.

Each echo made Reines' heart race, like a huge and deadly shockwave that instantly ripped apart the air pressure, creating surging, violent air currents.

Spencer, with his enhanced reflexes honed as a magician, met the imposter's sharp sword with superhuman speed.

Each strike sent a violent shock through him, and his body leaped up, bending in the air as swiftly and agilely as a cheetah dodging the imposter's blade.

That speed almost made Reines wonder if Spencer had exceeded his limits. Perhaps, in terms of speed alone, Spencer had a slight advantage at that moment.

But with each impact, Spencer had to jump again, enduring the vibrations from the sword's edge.

Sparks flew as the sound of the sword clashing with the Moon Spirit Marrow Armor echoed like thunder underground.

Chapter 576 Escape (4k)

The imposter's blade sliced ​​through the darkness, like a crimson lightning bolt tearing apart the silence of the earth.

Her movements, though seemingly casual, concealed a deadly precision and composure.

Reines's eyes widened; she couldn't even keep up with the imposter's swift sword swings.

In just a moment, the flying sword blade had already flipped and pierced through the air, and a burst of scarlet blood sprayed into the air. Reines' heart sank suddenly.