Magician in Type-Moon

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This is not worthwhile.

"You're really troublesome, refusing to die a quick and painless death..." Lancer gasped, seemingly oblivious to the constant blurring of his form.

"If you want me dead, you'll have to work harder," Assassin sneered. His injuries healed automatically as if a film were rewinding, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Considering the Servant's healing abilities, such a recovery speed is simply too fast. It must be the Assassin Lord, who is currently hiding in the shadows observing the battle, who cast a healing spell.

However, the severed left arm could not be restored by magic. If the original forearm still existed, it could be reattached, but unfortunately, it had been reduced to dust by Lancer's attack.

......

Smoke billowed above the overpass, and flames and explosions echoed in the air. Lingering embers flickered amidst the billowing smoke, and the air reeked of burning.

At the broken viaduct, steel bars and concrete hung haphazardly, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Flames erupted from the broken bridge structure, the scorching air distorting the atmosphere. Shattered vehicles lay scattered across the bridge, oil slicks spreading across the ground, mingling with the burning flames to create a sea of ​​fire.

In the surrounding smoke, faint sparks flickered from time to time, like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, coldly watching the battlefield.

The steel bars resembled broken bones, and concrete blocks were scattered on the ground, their cracked edges as sharp as blades.

The road beneath the bridge was buried under rubble, with vehicle remains and building ruins piled up interspersed, creating a tragic scene.

Berserker rode a two-legged dragon formed from black mud, his eyes burning like blazing red flames, filled with rage and killing intent. This two-legged dragon seemed to have crawled out of hell, its body made of black mud like a cursed monster, every scale shimmering with an eerie black light, like an abyss that devours everything.

The dragon's head was enormous, its mouth filled with sharp, menacing teeth, and its breath was as scorching as hellfire. Its wings were broad and powerful, and each flap of its wings stirred up a gust of wind, churning up the surrounding smoke.

Black tentacles were wrapped around the dragon's body, writhing constantly as if they had a life of their own. The tips of the tentacles would sometimes spew out black mud, and sometimes suddenly contract.

Berserker sat atop a dragon, his armor blackened and twisted by the erosion of the mud, seemingly merging with the dragon. Crimson flames burned around him, a symbol of rage and fury.

The dragon riders appeared alongside the devastated land, and anyone who saw them would assume they were the culprits.

Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting them in their path.

"Who's there?" Matou Ike looked up in surprise.

A sudden, thunderous roar carried a cold, clear oppressive force.

A streak of purple lightning, crisscrossing in the air, hurtled straight toward Berserker and Matou Ike from the sky.

The bulls' iron hooves kicked through the empty void, pulling their ornately decorated chariots straight ahead. They were not merely floating in the air; the chariot wheels creaked and groaned, and beneath the bulls' hooves pounded not the earth, but dazzling lightning.

With each tread of the void by the ox's hooves and wheels, purple lightning would unleash spiderweb-like tendrils, accompanied by booming thunder that shook the very air.

The chariot, speeding along on lightning, circled high above Berserker and Matou Ike before slowing down and beginning its descent.

The landing site was directly opposite Matouchi and his group, blocking their path.

"Stop! You are in the presence of the king."

A burly man stood imposingly in the driver's seat. The giant spoke slowly and loudly, his voice almost matching the thunderous roar of the war chariot as it appeared and sped across the sky. His eyes were piercing, and his sheer presence seemed enough to deter Matou Ike and Berserker, who were on their way to the battlefield.

Berserker's aura surged, the black mud on his body began to churn, and the black mud dragon's eyes emitted a terrifying red light, as if he was about to charge forward.

"Ahhh!"

A scream pierced the sky, and the momentum of the two Servants suddenly faltered, like deflated balloons.

The sound came from the Conqueror's carriage, and a man with black hair and a flat jaw poked his head out from inside.

"Hey kid, you've ruined all the fighting spirit we've worked so hard to gather."

Just as Weber was about to retort, he noticed the dragon rider in front of him, formed from black mud, with black tar dripping from its body.

Beside the dragon rider, a large swarm of tiny, black, mist-like flying insects gradually coalesced into a human figure, which then floated in mid-air.

Seeing that the two men before him no longer seemed inclined to attack, the giant rider said sternly:

"My name is Iskandar the Conqueror, and I have come into this world by obtaining the Rider Throne in this Holy Grail War."

Weber was speechless, but after spending the last few days with this giant, he had come to understand the man's personality and began to imitate him:

"I am Waver Velvet, the magician of the Clock Tower, the Rider Lord of this Holy Grail War."

With a sharp "smack," the merciless sound of a flick on the forehead echoed through the sky, interrupting the Master's self-introduction. Aside from his right middle finger, Rider acted as if nothing had happened, turning to look at Matou Ike and Berserker in front of him, and asked them:

"This journey of revenge has been witnessed by me, and its fairness and necessity have been judged by me. Do you not accept this judgment?"

Chapter 58 The Arrogant One

Matou Ike looked at the giant man in front of him and frowned slightly. Did the man in front of him not know the current situation?

Whether it's dealing with Assassin or Lancer as soon as possible, isn't the top priority now to prevent the situation from escalating further?

He silently watched the spirit who was speaking loudly, pondering to himself that if it were him, doing such a thing would seem normal.

Iskandar the Conqueror was indeed an extraordinary Heroic Spirit. In the history of mankind, no one came closer to realizing his dream of conquering the world.

But in the face of such grand ambitions, there will always be one or two insurmountable mountains – the ancient kingdom of China.

Getting back to the main point, although I know it will be difficult to get through this now, there are still some things I need to try to achieve.

"Conqueror King, this is not the time to discuss these things. If this continues, the entire Fuyuki City will be engulfed in war," Matou Ike finally spoke.

Iskandar stopped laughing and looked intently at Matou Ike, seemingly pondering his words. After a moment:

“You’re right, Caster’s Master. But that’s how war is, isn’t it? Only the strongest can decide everything.”

"Then we'll just have to put on a show first." Matou Ike said with some helplessness, but he was also surprised to receive such a reply.

However, one question surprised Matou Ike: Lancer did not sign a contract with Waver Velvet. Even if he was not a Servant on his side, would he still be willing to lend a hand?

This is Iskandar, the Conqueror King—so arrogant, so presumptuous, so savage.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black sludge surrounding Berserker began to churn, as if infused with new life. The sludge rapidly expanded, dancing in the air like countless black tentacles.

Iskandar looked at the Berserker before him, whose aura was leaking out, its blackness like a quagmire and its madness like a torrent, and clicked his tongue, saying:

"Such evil, such a filthy aura, even my army has no such talent."

Then, as if he had made a decision, Iskandar laughed heartily:

"Berserker, although it may be presumptuous of me, I must ask a question before we take action."

"We have gathered here to compete for the Holy Grail. I do not know what wish you wish for the Holy Grail, but think carefully now. Is that wish more important than the great wish to devour the world?"

Although Gilles de Rais did not know what the other party wanted to say by asking this question, he intuitively felt that the other party's true intentions were not good, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

Matou Ike had already anticipated what the Conqueror King was about to say, and once again facepalmed. He had lost count of how many times he had felt this helpless feeling today, especially when facing this Rider.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" The hoarse, slightly stressed echo resounded through the sky.

"Well, to put it simply..." Rider's attitude remained dignified, but his tone suddenly became inexplicably relaxed and kind.

"Would you like to submit to me and hand over the Holy Grail? If so, I will treat you as my dearest friends and share with you the joy of conquering the world. After all, a knight like you is truly rare in the world."

"..."

This proposal is far too far-fetched. No matter how great the King of Conquerors may be, it's unthinkable for him to suddenly appear, loudly proclaim his name, and then demand the submission of others without even having fought a single battle.

This unprecedented act completely disregards the norms of the Holy Grail War, making it difficult to judge whether it is a wise decision or a foolish act.

Due to the effects of Berserker's berserk state, his rage had been slowly burning within him for some time. Although he was born in France, after being instilled with the Holy Grail in the mortal world, he learned about the concept of France being called the country of the white flag.

But in his time, how could the chivalrous honor of Gaul lead someone to surrender without a fight? It was the era of the Holy Banner, and such words were considered an insult to the saint by Gilles de Rais, because the Holy Banner was also white!

This cannot be ignored! This cannot be forgiven!

His rage erupted like a volcano, and he suddenly swung his hands, the spear in his hands suddenly shining with a blazing magical light, violent energy surging around him.

The two-legged dragon also let out a deafening roar, and the blazing red flames in its eyes burned even more intensely.

"You madman, how dare you insult the glory of the Holy Banner!" Berserker roared, his voice filled with rage.

The wyvern suddenly spread its enormous wings and pounced towards Rider, filling the air with a fierce battle atmosphere.

......

"That is?"

"I lowered my altitude and tried to get closer to take a look."

"Wait... Kobayashi, wait a minute!"

Lieutenant Yang Mu felt an indescribable chill run through his body and instinctively called out to stop his wingman.

However, Lieutenant Kobayashi's White-haired Beast had already completed a small-angle turn and entered a descent.

"Hurry up, Big Dove!"

"If we could see it more closely, we would know what it is."

The next second, the two fighter jets were no longer bystanders.

"Attention, aircraft ahead! Attention, aircraft ahead! We are a fighter jet group of the Japan Air Self-Defense Force. You have entered Japanese airspace and must land under our supervision for inspection. If you refuse, you will be attacked. I repeat, if you refuse, you will be attacked."

While issuing warnings, the old man with white hair observed the flying object on the radar. Although he was piloting a wingman, he was also a senior pilot, but even with his experience, he still couldn't determine the other party's identity.

Ultimately, he instinctively didn't believe that something like Kamen Rider could actually exist in real life.

Daigoya released the air-to-air missile's safety lock. The other side also had two aircraft, but this was Japanese airspace, and they had ground-based missiles supporting them, giving them an absolute advantage.

But the other flying object gave him an uneasy feeling, as if it were not a fighter jet, but a demon that crawled out of hell.

"Warning! Warning! Object ahead, cease your provocative actions! Otherwise, missiles will be launched!" Daigoku issued a final warning, while his radar locked onto the target.

The target was not an existing weapon such as an anti-aircraft gun or an anti-aircraft missile, so Lieutenant Nobuyuki could not predict how close he would have to get into the enemy's attack range.

Despite repeated warnings, the other party not only failed to evade but instead accelerated past the sound barrier, heading straight for another unidentified flying object.

Lieutenant Kobayashi finally got close, and after seeing the other person's true face, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

Just like the code used by the Japanese during the attack on Pearl Harbor: "Tora! Tora! Tora!"

Kobayashi had long lost the caution expected of a member of the Air Self-Defense Force, or rather, he had descended into madness.

The moment he approached, he saw the terrifying, black, demonic dragon, its raging torrent rushing towards his head.

He ignored the main unit's commands and subconsciously pressed the missile launch button. Four Sparrow missiles flew out from below the wingman and slammed into the terrifying monster.

Chapter 59 Monster