Magician in Type-Moon

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Luvia looked up at the terrifying thing that was slowly forming.

Its arms alone are the size of ten humans.

So, what about the overall size?

Her breathing became slightly labored, and she finally realized the mysterious end of it all—

—Its total length is probably over one hundred meters.

No, perhaps even larger.

In other words, that is—

A giant beyond imagination.

"what is that?!"

Luvia opened her eyes wide, staring at the scene unfolding before her, almost doubting her own perception.

It’s ridiculous.

She already knew that the higher-ranking Dead Apostles were monsters, but this was beyond what could be described simply as "monsters."

—This is hardly a Dead Apostle.

—This is clearly a mythical creation.

Her reason was forcibly accepting the horrific reality, while at the same time, the enormous puppet moved.

That alone caused a great storm at sea.

The seawater was squeezed by invisible pressure, creating waves tens of meters high. If it weren't for the storm protection provided by the Deadline Joy Boat, such a tsunami would probably have swept across the coast of Monaco.

The heaven and earth were shaking.

"...This is really..."

Kiz murmured, his gaze still calm, yet carrying a hint of staring into the unknown.

—The Seventh Demon City.

That overwhelming fist, like a divine punishment announcing destiny, crashed down on Kiz's nascent asteroid with an unstoppable trajectory!

However, the battle did not end there.

Almost simultaneously, Cooper's figure also began to change.

Having received Van Fem's magic, her form merely flickered slightly before instantly transforming into another enormous puppet.

—Another one.

One giant wasn't enough; now it's a double destruction.

next second.

boom! !

The punch landed, unleashing an incredible magical storm.

An astonishing heatwave spread like a solar eruption, and even standing dozens of meters away on the deck, one could clearly feel the intense heat that was almost scorching the skin.

The storm tore through the deck, and the magical impact surged through the air like a fiery dance that distorted reality.

but--

The attacks did not stop.

Cooper's puppet did not stop because the first attack failed. Instead, it immediately adjusted its posture, raised its huge arm again, and swung it down at Kiz for a second blow.

That is inevitable.

As Matou Ike said, if the defense of a young celestial body relies solely on magic power output, it will eventually be surpassed.

Sooner or later, Kiz will be crushed.

Faced with this situation, Kiz did not show any panic.

He simply narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly raised his finger.

"Hmm... this is troublesome."

He chuckled softly, as if he were murmuring to himself.

Immediately, the light began to split.

The dazzling light that originally enveloped Kiz twisted and changed like life itself, gradually condensing into countless slender shadows.

Those shadows fell, like stars descending to earth, transforming into countless—

Swordsman.

"------!"

Luvia couldn't help but hold her breath.

Kiz calls himself a “star child” – an infant star.

Then, these swordsmen composed of light before us are probably also—

A clone of an early celestial body.

—Not simply a familiar, but a homogeneous entity.

She stared intently at the swordsman-like figures, her intuition telling her that the magical power of these things far exceeded that of ordinary familiars.

She even had a misconception.

If we only consider the level of magic power, they are already comparable to the Boundary Recording Belt.

Even more terrifying is,

This is far from all.

The number of those swordsmen is still increasing.

Every second, new light takes shape, and every ray of light gives birth to a new warrior.

Luvia's heart raced as she realized for the first time that if Kiz were given enough time—

These things will probably keep appearing endlessly.

Chapter 529 True Name Liberation

the other side--

Matou Ike caught the swordsman's thrusting blade, shifted his foot slightly, and slid half a step to narrowly avoid the straight thrust.

But he did not back down.

On the contrary, the magic circuit in his hand had already been ignited.

staggered--

In the next instant, the magic he performed was like a finely woven net, overlapping each other in a short moment.

There were no unnecessary constraints, no probing.

— There were no “feints”.

If it's an ordinary enemy, you might need to create openings through certain methods in order to accurately strike their vitals.

But these swordsmen are not "living beings," they have no nerves, no instinctive hesitation, and no pain or fear.

In that case——

There is no need for any unnecessary disguises or feints.

Every magic trick he unleashes is a direct, precise, and thorough killing blow.

The swordsman's blade of light fell again, but Matou Ike deflected it with a backhand, and blazing magical power surged forth. In the next instant, a magic spell, like a distorted shadow, pierced straight into the swordsman's core.

"distortion."

In an instant, the Swordsman of Light's body was split apart by an invisible force field, shattering into pieces as if by a precisely calculated explosion point, turning into fine dust and dissipating.

But not enough.

The second and third swordsmen followed closely behind, like an endless torrent, trying to completely engulf him.

However, Matouchi's actions did not stop.

One link leads to another—

The spells in his hands never broke, like nested gears constantly connecting, each spell released perfectly filling the gap of the previous moment.

Just as Matou Ike tore apart the fifth Swordsman of Light, he heard a sound coming from afar—

"Next, awaken the gods!"

It's Kiz's voice.

In the next instant, the swordsmen of light suddenly changed their attack.

--violent.

If the battle just now was like a well-ordered game of chess, with every sword strike and every thrust having a traceable pattern, then their current offensive is more like a torrential downpour of light sweeping across the heavens and earth.

The angle of the sword's edge changes constantly, flowing without pause along an unpredictable trajectory.

As if the program algorithm had been adjusted to its highest efficiency, each swordsman approached in the most direct way, pressing down on Matou Pond's space with faster combos and more seamless coordination.

—This is Kitz's reinforcement command.

“…I see.” Matou Ike murmured.

Even now, he could still sense the direction where Kiz was, where countless lights converged, as if something even larger was brewing.

"Awaken the gods"—is that the literal meaning?

But he didn't have time to think any further.

A blade of light slashed down in front of him, carrying intensely hot magical flames; at the same time, another swordsman followed closely behind, his longsword thrusting straight towards his side, blocking his escape route.

One in front and one behind—a pincer attack.

But Matouike reacted even faster.