Magician in Type-Moon

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Instead, there are endless sand dunes, upon which countless shadows stand.

cavalry.

They rode on crimson warhorses, clad in armor, wielding spears, arranged in neat rows, their silhouettes stretching to the horizon.

Moreover, there were also densely packed infantrymen standing beside the sand dunes.

They carried heavy shields and held long spears that gleamed coldly, their presence as solemn and imposing as if an ancient military formation had been resurrected.

Hundreds? No, more than that—Tika even suspected that the army before her numbered as many as a thousand.

"What's going on, Lady Meastia!"

"...The shield-bearing guards of Hetairoi?"

Tica, who also had an archaeology background, quickly understood Meastia's mutterings.

"Ancient Macedonian cavalry and elite infantry led by Iskandar?!"

The assistant's glasses reflected the figures of the cavalrymen.

At the forefront of the cavalry regiment stood a man who looked like a general.

His strong muscles bulged, and his armor looked as if it were about to burst open.

Her wildly growing red hair was like a raging fire!

There were generals and ministers dressed in silver armor around them, as well as women dressed like generals, but the man's presence was simply too overwhelming.

He alone could rival the army he led—and even surpass the might of a thousand cavalry.

The man's mount was also quite conspicuous.

It was twice the size of other horses. Its mane was jet black.

"Is that Iskandar?"

Matou Ike recognized the figure instantly.

"And his royal army? Are you kidding me..."

Everyone except Medea who heard Matou Ike's words was speechless.

"...It's been such a long time since I've felt this way, don't you think, Medea?"

Matou Ike hadn't felt such a strong will in a long time.

Whether it was the experience in Guanbuzi City or the battle at Yejie's house.

None of them could give Matouike this kind of feeling.

This is a joy that comes from the heart.

Back then, he could only watch from afar on the battlefield of heroic spirits, occasionally choosing a few magicians as his opponents.

They even made a number of wrong decisions.

As a result, the Holy Grail War ended hastily.

But now we might be able to rekindle that feeling from back then.

"It's really sad that Waver isn't here," Matou Ike murmured.

Monarch Mayastia stood to the side, looking at the complex expression on Matou Ike's face, hesitant to speak.

The scarce and precious information about the Holy Grail War has been circulating in countless versions within the Clock Tower.

Even today, the intensity of this war remains one of the most talked-about topics among magicians and is still regarded as a benchmark for selecting top-tier Heroic Spirits.

The Clock Tower has even evolved the Holy Grail War into a kind of simulation training.

Many magicians enjoy immersing themselves in the story, recounting how they would do things and how they would win the Holy Grail War if it were them.

As the monarch of the archaeological science department, Meastia had naturally participated in such simulations. He even confidently imagined countless times that if he were to participate, he would surely win the final victory.

Until today, he was confident of winning that Holy Grail War.

And now...

It wasn't that he was afraid; how could a monarch possibly stop in such a matter?

However... despite having obtained the authority to summon Heroic Spirits early on, Mayastia has yet to truly become a Master.

It wasn't because no Heroic Spirit was willing to answer his call, but because, as the monarch of the Archaeology Department, he wanted to summon someone who was older than Gilgamesh, more valiant than Iskandar, and more powerful than King Arthur.

After all, having the entire archaeology department at his disposal, he certainly doesn't lack any sacred relics.

"Damn it, if I manage to get back alive this time, I absolutely have to summon the heroic spirits first..."

The next moment.

The general swung his blade at the group of people, each reacting in a different way.

"Ah ...

With deafening shouts, the cavalry surged forward.

The infantrymen also started running.

It was like a tsunami.

No city or army could compare to it.

In fact, they have broken through any obstacles and reached the point of world domination.

The cavalrymen struck first.

Leading them was a general with disheveled red hair.

Meastia unfolded her Mystic Code, constructing a straight fifth elemental string between the arcs.

Giuseppe's hands ignited the flames of alchemy.

Rogge pulled the bone spear out of his body.

Latio was just like her father.

Quarte's expression was also filled with tension.

Tika hugged the suitcase tightly.

"Ah ...

The cavalrymen echoed the general's shouts.

The mournful sound of warhorses' hooves pounding the sand.

Normally, sand can absorb such sound, but the massive army in front of them was creating a roar of astonishing scale and quantity.

Sweat streamed down Meastia's cheeks to her chin.

The cavalrymen were about to charge at them.

The spear, which had grown from the size of a fist, became so large that it required looking up at it, and it was now aimed at the crowd.

Matou Ike, however, chose a fighting method that would make any magician tremble.

He glanced at Medea and then rushed inside.

"Divine Core Reload. Ash-Scorched Armor"

The power held by Emperor Taizu, Typhon, blazed forth in Matouchi.

Crimson covered the surface of Matouchi's body.

Facing the spear that struck like thunder.

He threw a punch at it.

The two collided, and the collision of metal and flame produced a deafening roar.

The tip of the spear shattered inch by inch under the impact of the blazing fist, and the ensuing violent shock sent the cavalryman and his horse flying backward.

Wherever the blazing star passed, everything turned to white ash.

only...

"Something feels off..." Matou Ike murmured.

The general with the red, disheveled hair flew out horizontally.

But Matou Ike's extrasensory perception did not lose him.

The crimson creature, chasing after the enemy, cuts down the surrounding obstacles one by one.

It makes people feel no resistance at all.

It's like slicing ice with an aluminum knife.

It can no longer be described as sharp; only the flying ash that constantly turns to ashes obscures the view, dazzling the eyes.

The group, who were quite startled by Matou Ike's sudden action, have now calmed down.

“They’re monsters. Are all the survivors of that Holy Grail War like this?” Meastia’s assistant, Tica, said awkwardly.

"Giuseppe, can you do that?" Quarte, also from the Atlas Academy, asked his companion.

Everyone except Medea turned their gaze toward him.

"...It's possible, but...don't look at me like that! You should understand, right? This kind of mystery usually requires a ritual that lasts for hours or even days to succeed. Modern magicians simply can't pull it off in a skirmish."

The magicians gathered here are either magicians from the Clock Tower, alchemists from the Atlas Institute, or even the Six Sources and monarchs, so they can certainly understand the reasoning Giuseppe is talking about.

Given time to prepare, it's not impossible for them to create a mystery of this scale.

Even the research of the alchemists of the Atlas Institute, if successful, could potentially destroy the world.

But everything requires preparation, whether it's communicating with the Great Source, preparing the corresponding materials and spells, or arranging the rituals and ceremonies.

These are all extremely tedious preliminary tasks.

If you're facing this kind of mystery directly in an encounter, it's better to think about the contents of your will beforehand.

However, the fact that this level of mystery is now part of our own fighting force does give us a lot of peace of mind.

Moreover, since the beginning, the Divine Magician, who is a Servant, has not yet made a move, which has reassured everyone.

Although it seems a bit strange that the Master takes the initiative while the Servant watches from behind.