Magician in Type-Moon

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"Alright, a real man shouldn't be crying like that." Iskandar waved his hand, his tone teasing but mostly gentle.

Weber lowered his head and never raised it again.

Iskandar took this gesture as approval.

No words are needed. From this moment until the end of time, the king's figure will forever guide his subjects, and the subjects will forever remain loyal to this memory.

Before the oath, even parting loses its meaning, because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects is eternal and indestructible beyond time and space.

He is a strategist who, when a sudden event occurs, can clearly see that the outcome of the battle has already been determined.

Iskandar, the Conqueror, had no other choice but to charge at the unknown black demon.

There was no giving up or despair in his heart, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

Wow, that guy is really amazing.

That might be the final challenge in the world, more sublime than Mount Everest and hotter than the sands of the Tamlamakan Desert. How could the conqueror not take on such a challenge?

After crossing that hurdle, the other side is the end of the world. The distant dream he once held is now right in front of him, waiting for the moment of realization.

"Glory lies in the distance"—it is precisely because it is out of reach that we must take on the challenge.

For the sake of the ministers who look at his back, he must sing praises of the way of the hegemon and demonstrate the way of the hegemon.

Then just go and die a good, painless death.

Chapter 139 The End (5000 words, two chapters combined)

The term "magic" means "the art of manipulating magic."

However, the 'thing' that Medea summoned cannot be explained by such clever theories.

It is something that directly transforms the concept of endless greed and devouring into a physical entity, and is an absolute and true 'demonic nature'.

The act of summoning that thing can no longer be considered 'magic'.

Even for Servants, the number of familiars they can summon and control should be limited in terms of 'level'.

However, if we don't consider how to 'drive' it, then we are not subject to this condition.

If we don't care how to control it after summoning it, and we just 'call it over'... then theoretically, even the most powerful magical beast can be summoned.

Because all she needs is enough magic and spells to open the 'door'.

In Iskandar's view, this monster was simply invited to dine.

He estimated that a city like Fuyuki would be completely devoured in just a few hours.

Although it was already night, the chaotic shouts carried on the wind.

It's no wonder everyone was astonished to witness such a bizarre and amazing sight.

Fortunately, the thick night fog obscured the view, so only a small part of the area was able to see the monster.

In addition, the barrier that Ryudoji Temple had already set up to ward off people meant that the chaos among the residents was limited to a small area and did not spread.

That being said, this completely breaks the tacit understanding that the Holy Grail War must be conducted in secret behind the scenes.

“This is really difficult…” Ikandar scratched his head.

Although a major battle was anticipated, I never expected it to escalate to this extent.

The church should have already started dispersing the crowd...

Iskandar instructed Weber to inform the priests of the Church of Jesus about the operation before arriving at Ryudong Temple.

They were instructed to disperse the unrelated crowd as soon as they realized something was wrong.

Pulled by the lightning surrounding him, he slowly flew into the air, looking down at the entire Ryudong Temple.

In mid-air, he could clearly see the terrifying monster, its enormous form writhing in the darkness, greedily devouring the surrounding magic.

"Caster, are you able to control the monster you summoned?" Iskandar asked the enemy before him.

His response was a whip-like motion with two tentacles that could extend and retract more than 100 meters in an instant.

Two tentacles swiftly and violently attacked Iskandar, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that tore through the air.

Iskandar reacted swiftly, dodging with lightning speed, and his tentacles struck the spot where he had just been standing, creating a huge crater in the ground.

"Has he lost his mind? This is troublesome. I can't afford to fall here." Iskandar muttered, glancing back at Waver on the ground.

Suddenly, eyeballs resembling tumors emerged from the writhing flesh, all opening and staring at their prey overhead.

This is a shock on a spiritual level!

Iskandar instantly felt an intense pressure, and his vision blurred as if the whole world was spinning.

Fortunately, there's something inside my body that can act as a shield.

For the sake of his own plans, Zeus had no choice but to spare Iskandar's life.

Iskandar also sensed the strangeness within his body, burst into laughter, and then charged towards the Great Devouring Sea Demon.

The atmosphere seemed to weep!

Boom boom boom boom!!!

The ground shed its surface, carving out cracks. Starting from Iskandar, a semi-circular bolt of lightning stripped away flesh, shattered the celestial sphere, and destroyed everything within sight.

The chunks of meat scattered and vanished as if they had been put into a meat grinder.

The raging power of lightning raged within the sea monster's body, completely destroying its internal structure.

The countless eyeballs burst open under the impact of the lightning, releasing an eerie light that vanished in an instant.

But the next moment.

The writhing flesh expanded like an inflating balloon, quickly covering the damaged area.

The deep wounds were instantly filled and healed by the newly grown flesh.

The body structure of the giant lump of flesh should be as simple as that of primitive organisms such as amoebas, with no bones or internal organs, and therefore no weaknesses.

No matter which part of the body is damaged or in what way, it will not affect mobility. It can instantly restore the damaged part to its original state by using its abnormal regenerative ability.

"Conqueror King, is the power you obtained from Zeus any good?" A majestic, layered voice emanated from the sea monster's body.

"So you still retain your consciousness. I'll ask you one more time: do you have the ability to control this monster?"

Iskandar didn't care about Medea's taunts, or rather, he was never concerned with whether he could win.

"Of course you can. I didn't expect you, who have become a lackey of the gods, to still care about this."

"Then I am relieved. With no worries, I can finally have a good fight."

Iskandar was like a wrestler about to enter the ring, but his opponent was a monster whose physique was completely disproportionate to his.

"Distant Devastation and Domination (Via Expugnatio)!!"

Iskandar's expression changed; he had been worried that no one would be able to stop the monster in time after his death.

But after receiving Caster's promise, a look of battle-crazed fervor finally blossomed on his face.

"Zeus!"

"Thunder!"

The next instant, thunder roared, like a ferocious beast!

The air rippled, like a strong wind blowing across a still lake.

Swift as the Wind!

Iskandar's figure vanished instantly in the lightning, and then reappeared in front of the sea monster.

Eighty consecutive aerial attacks!

In just three seconds, Iskandar unleashed eighty punches imbued with raging thunder at different parts of the sea monster.

Each strike left spiderweb-like cracks on the sea monster's body.

The monster's sluggish tentacles were no match for the speed Iskandar was displaying.

"burst!"

The thunderstorms attached to the eighty fist imprints erupted at this moment!

The power of thunder raged wildly within the sea monster's body, tearing and shattering it, completely destroying its internal structure.

The sea monster's colossal body began to crumble, emitting painful howls, its entire body turning to dust in the lightning and vanishing without a trace.

"Something's strange; this monster isn't as strong as it should be..."

Although the attack was successful, Iskandar's furrowed brow remained furrowed for a long time.

Medea's figure gradually appeared, floating above the mass of minced flesh.

Suddenly her body began to dissipate; this was the spatial transfer effect attached to the Command Seal.

"Trying to escape?" Iskandar looked at her quietly, the will of Zeus within him constantly churning, driving him to attack.

But the next moment, Medea took out a wavy-bladed sword and plunged it straight into her own chest.

The connection with the Master was severed, thus ending this spatial transfer.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were transmitting his voice over a long distance.

"Such a good opportunity, why didn't you run?" Iskandar asked her, somewhat puzzled, having already suppressed his desire to attack.

"Of course, it's to get rid of that thing inside you."

"Looks like you've noticed too..."

"The stench of the Greek gods can still be smelled from hundreds of miles away," Medea said coldly, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

"Let's give it a try. This thing has been bothering me for a long time."

The two Servants' goals became strikingly similar at this moment.

Iskandar hoped to consume what Zeus had placed in his spirit base by unleashing his magic, or to be killed along with that thing.

Medea, on the other hand, wanted to eliminate everything inside Iskandar along with Iskandar himself, sending them back to the outer reaches of the world.

This is no longer a conflict about the Holy Grail War.