Magician in Type-Moon

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Despite her best efforts to dodge the oncoming pillar, Lancer, after failing to land a blow, suddenly appeared on top of the pillar and kicked it with her magically enchanted dragon feet. The broken pillar changed direction again and struck Caster's body directly.

The broken pillar crashed down on Caster, creating a deep crater around her.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Caster's mouth. This time it was his true form, but it had almost killed the magician servant after just one attack.

The servant wielding the flag spear was still some distance away, and Lancer once again swooped down from the sky, determined to eliminate one of the servants.

However, things did not go as the Lancers had hoped. The strands of hair Caster had scattered in the air had turned into tough bands, blocking Lancer's attack route.

Lancer suddenly flapped her wings, trying to break free from these restraints, but the hair-like bands were as strong as steel, tightly wrapped around her limbs and wing membranes.

Her movements faltered as she sensed the powerful magic emanating from the straps. She frowned slightly; the straps were not merely simple restraints, but seemed to be draining her magic and weakening her power.

"Caster, the book!"

The Flag Spear Servant ran toward the heavily wounded Magician Servant and shouted loudly.

Although Caster had a mana pool to replenish his energy and was healing rapidly, his severely injured body made movement extremely difficult.

Finally, he threw the 'Snail Annihilation City Textbook' out of his hand.

[The Grand of the City of Slugs does not exist, therefore the madness of the world is endless—'ILLUSION'!]

Berserker took the textbook and read out the words he least wanted to face without hesitation.

The white flag on the flagpole was stained with a black, muddy color; its sacred glory had fallen and become filthy.

From the human face on the book cover, filth spewed out, emitting a foul and pungent odor.

The mud instantly covered Berserker's entire body, turning his silver-white armor black.

The remaining mud and grime gathered on the ground, twisting and growing continuously until it was finally shaped into the form of a 'dragon'.

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Feeling the nauseating, filthy magic within his body, a flicker of pain crossed Berserker's face, but it was quickly replaced by fanaticism.

His armor became even heavier from being soaked in the black mud, but this did not weaken his power; instead, it made him even more ferocious. He gripped his flag spear tightly, as if he wanted to unleash all his anger and madness.

Riding a two-legged dragon formed from black mud, Berserker's armor and dragon hide assimilated and dissolved together, forming an even more ferocious fusion.

His body was tightly connected to the flying dragon, and the flag on the flag spear finally unfurled. The iris pattern embroidered on it turned blackish-purple under the erosion of the black mud, emitting an eerie light.

The two-legged dragon formed from black mud took flight and charged towards Lancer, who was bound by strands of hair.

The dragon's claws gleamed with a black light in the air, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The hair ribbons tightly bound the spearwoman, as if trying to compress every inch of her muscles to their limit. She felt the tightness of the restraint, but the Dragon Heart within her continued to beat, and magic surged through her veins.

As the dragon drew ever closer, Lancer smirked coldly. "Using the power of a dragon right in front of me?" She glared directly at the black dragon knight... but what she expected didn't happen.

"Why? It clearly has the scent of a dragon, even if it's so filthy and ominous, it should still be a dragon." Lancer's eyes were filled with confusion and anger.

The dragon's wings flapped, creating a powerful gust of air as it charged toward the spearmen.

She gripped the spear tightly, her magic surging within her, preparing to meet the impending fierce attack.

The black dragon knight's eyes gleamed with a cold light, his banner lance raised high, pointing directly at Lancer with destructive power.

Just as the dragon's claws were about to strike her, Lancer suddenly unleashed all her magic power, her spear flashing with a cold light as she thrust it straight towards the dragon knight.

The two collided in mid-air, creating a tremendous sound. The dragon's claws and the flag spear intertwined with the Lancer's spear, and a fierce battle unfolded in the air.

The dragon knights' attacks grew increasingly ferocious, black magic permeating the air and forming terrifying arcs of light.

Lancer quickly adjusted his stance, using the dragon's momentum to his advantage, and instantly changed direction, his spear flashing with a sharp, cold light as he thrust it straight towards the dragon's abdomen.

"Roar—!" The dragon let out a shrill roar, black blood gushing from its wound, but it seemed as if countless tiny tentacles were stitching the wound together inside its body.

"What is this thing?" Lancer asked, staring at the object before him.

However, the dragon knight ignored her. His face gradually contorted into a grotesque expression, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes rolled back, and he appeared almost insane. The armor covered in black mud seemed to writhe incessantly, as if some living creature was writhing beneath his skin, emitting nauseating sounds.

A torrent of fury swept across every inch of the battlefield.

"Berserk mode? It seems he has completely lost his mind."

The dragon knight's pupils seemed devoid of any humanity; his remaining rationality was completely consumed by the frenzied magic, and his attacks became even more violent, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces.

Lancer suddenly exerted its strength, leaped into the air, spread its wings, and drew an arc in the air, avoiding the dragon knight's fatal blow.

She quickly adjusted her direction, aiming at the dragon knight's head. The spear in her hand gleamed with a cold, magical light as she thrust it straight towards the dragon knight's skull.

"Bang!" The attack was blocked, but that was within her expectations.

She calmly adjusted her strategy, her claw-like feet stepping onto the dragon's head and hooking its neck. In mid-air, she swiftly rolled, using her legs to strangle the dragon's head.

The dragon riders tried to break free, but Lancer's strength was unmatched.

With her immense power, the dragon's head was ripped from its body. Grabbing the dragon's head with both feet, she flew backward, away from the dragon's body.

The headless dragon struggled violently in the air for a few seconds, but showed no signs of falling.

Black, muddy blood flowed from the severed neck, and dozens of sea monster tentacles emerged from it, chasing after Lancer, who was carrying the dragon's head.

Lancer calmly observed the movements of the tentacles while sensing the unusual sensation beneath his feet.

She quickly noticed that the dragon head she was holding with her feet was also sprouting tentacles at the same time, which slowly climbed up her legs. Feeling the coldness and disgusting wriggling of the tentacles, she did not hesitate to concentrate her magic on the spear.

The magic emanated from the spear, piercing straight into the dragon's head and instantly reducing it to ashes.

At the same time, the pursuing tentacles lost their target and began to dart around in the sky, as if searching for a new host.

Their ends writhed incessantly, emitting chilling sounds, seemingly unwilling to give up the pursuit of Lancer.

Upon seeing this, Lancer quickly retreated, its wings flapping violently to create distance between itself and the tentacles.

Her gaze was cold and stern as she watched the bizarre scene before her. The tentacles flew around in the air like headless flies, and she slashed off a few of them just as they were about to touch her.

The injured tentacles quickly retracted into the dragon's body and began repairing the severed neck.

The headless dragon rider gave up on finding its head and refocused on Lancer.

The two spears grazed each other, and the azure and murky magic collided in the air, erupting with a despairing, lava-like light.

Each exchange of gunfire sent a cloud of black, muddy lava flying from the headless dragon rider, spraying through the air with a pungent, fishy stench.

Each piece of lava that falls to the ground takes away a portion of Lancer's magic, creating a magical version of a vicious cycle of blood for blood and injury for injury.

Overall, Lancer still came out ahead. Her spear drew arcs of dark blue light in the air, carrying absolute power and precision, and relentlessly suppressed the headless dragon rider.

However, the headless dragon rider seemed completely numb to pain; his attacks did not diminish and even became more ferocious.

The two forces crisscrossed each other in the sky, gunfire echoing through the heavens. The sky became their battlefield, each shot unleashing a powerful storm that sent rain and gravel flying from the ground.

The aftershocks of the battle reached Ryudong Temple below, where the buildings continued to crumble and collapse amidst the tremors.

Caster, having repaired his body below, rejoined the battlefield. The arrival of the Magic Bullet and the Shuoguang brought the battle to a standstill once again.

At this point, the two sides were once again at a stalemate.

......

"Found you!" Matou Ike murmured to himself.

The insects that had burrowed underground finally found Kenneth hiding among them.

He was enveloped in a layer of silvery-white, mercury-like liquid, his absolute defense—"Moon Spirit Essence Liquid." Without needing to probe further, all the fireball ants began to converge and burrow in that direction.

As the number of fire ants continued to increase, they gradually surrounded the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, forming a thick encirclement.

Matouike commanded the fire ants to launch an attack, and the magic power contained within them began to activate, preparing for a fierce outburst.

In an instant, the magic power within the fire ants exploded simultaneously, producing a deafening explosion. The shockwave spread outwards, and the intense energy impacted the defensive layer of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

The silvery-white liquid began to tremble violently under high temperature and pressure, emitting a piercing metallic friction sound.

The continuous explosions of the fire ants were like hellfire, turning the underground into a scorching inferno. The heat waves rolled in, and the rocks were melted by the high temperature, forming molten lava.

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The fire ants surged toward Kenneth's hiding place like a tidal wave, each explosion more violent than the last.

The Moon Spirit Essence Liquid finally could not withstand the continuous impact, and the outer defense completely collapsed with a loud bang.

Silvery-white liquid splattered everywhere, exposing Kenneth's figure to the fireball ants' attack range.

His face was pale, clearly not expecting Matou Ike to launch such a frenzied attack.

"That is?"

"What's wrong, kid?"

On its way to the battlefield of Ryudong Temple, the tanks, which were speeding through the sky and roaring with deafening thunder, stopped in mid-air after sensing the continuous explosions below.

"That's Mr. Kenneth..."

"Is he someone you know, kid?"

Seeing Webber's strange expression, Iskandar seemed to be having some difficulty making a choice, unsure whether to continue forward or stop here to watch the magicians' battle below.

For him, a battle between mages was certainly not as exciting as a battle between heroic spirits from different timelines, but looking at his Master's expression...

Rider mumbled something awkwardly, rubbing his temples with his knuckles. The action was a bit amusing, but it didn't detract from his imposing figure at all.

Weber looked down nervously, his inner conflict and struggle evident.

Although he and Kenneth had a teacher-student relationship, their relationship was not harmonious. However, seeing his teacher in crisis still made Weber feel uneasy.

"Well, let's just look around here for now. These two should be the Masters of the Servants from both sides who are fighting, so they can be considered part of that battle."

Seeing his master's hesitation, Iskandar took the initiative to make a decision for him.

......

When the smoke cleared, only a mess remained underground.

Kenneth's body was slowly lifted out of the cave by the remaining Moon Spirit Essence. His brows were furrowed and the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he was lacking in magic power.

"Excuse me, are you Lancer's Master? The famous 'prodigy,' the Lord of the Clock Tower, Mr. Kenneth?"

Matou Ike bent his back slightly, looked down at the ground, put one hand behind his back and the other hand lightly touched his chest, making a gesture of aristocratic subordinate greeting a superior.

However, Matou Ike's face trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing a laugh, and her affected manner completely erased the little respect she had left.