Magician in Type-Moon

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That frenzied power, the extremely ferocious aura, and the profound magic all indicate that this is no ordinary being, but a ferocious creature capable of roaming among the stars.

"Of course, it's not impossible. After all, dragons are creatures that deserve to be cherished."

"Is that so? My wish is—go back to your Hall of Heroes!"

Finally, the obstacles in front of us have been cleared away, and the only target left is the slippery Caster, who is like an eel.

The wing membrane stirred the airflow, and the heroic spirit in the field gradually rose up. The wind gave her speed, and the resulting air vibrations echoed in the courtyard.

A deep blue light emanated from between her wings, and the surrounding air distorted due to the high-energy magical fluctuations.

Raindrops turned into steam around her, forming a fine white mist that seemed to envelop her in a mysterious halo.

Lancer's spear traced lightning-like trajectories through the air, aiming directly at Caster's face.

"It's now!"

Caster roared and unleashed a magical beam of light from his body, bombarding Lancer relentlessly.

As Lancer charged forward, a powerful thrust suddenly came from the shadows of the courtyard.

"boom!"

Lancer hurriedly turned around in mid-air to block, but it was too late. The momentum of his forward charge could not be offset by pure force, and he could only barely defend his vitals.

'Mad Dragon' was blasted away by the shot, his abdomen was pierced through, and drops of blood and foam flowed out.

"Lancer, are you alright?"

Kenneth hurriedly healed his servant's wounds while using the lancer's eyes to observe the assassins who were sneaking up on him.

It was a follower carrying a flag-spear, the flag wrapped around the spear, obscuring the insignia. His silver-white armor proved that he was not from this era.

The third person who suddenly appeared on the battlefield turned out to be a servant, wielding a long spear, but his class was unknown.

Meanwhile, Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine, far away in the deep mountain town, exchanged a glance as they looked at the scene reflected in the mirror.

As expected, one of the last two Servants who were unaware of the situation was recruited by Matou Ike.

Having two Servants on one side is probably his greatest source of confidence.

Dragons possess the best regenerative abilities even among mythical beasts; their wounds heal at a rapid pace, but all of this requires drawing magical energy from their Master.

The series of battles had already taken a toll on Kenneth, and now his magic circuits were creaking loudly.

But the enemy wouldn't give them a chance to breathe. Different magical combinations were unleashed from Caster's hands, and the Heroic Spirits wielding spears followed closely behind, launching their attack.

Fortunately, this newly arrived Heroic Spirit is not a troublesome opponent. Judging from its magical energy fluctuations, it has only barely reached the threshold of Heroic Spirit status and is just a weakling.

Although we don't yet know what its Noble Phantasm is, it might be that flag, or something else entirely.

But it doesn't matter, no one is stronger than a dragon, whether in terms of power or anything else.

Now, a new round of battle has begun. Lancer has set aside some of his arrogance and is taking his opponent seriously. Although they are ants, they will still take some effort to defeat.

......

Let's go back to the time when Matou Pond disappeared.

After the barrier was breached, Matou Ike quietly withdrew from the battlefield of the Heroic Spirits.

He was self-aware enough that he didn't have the strength to participate in that kind of battle, and as for the feat of tearing apart heroic spirits, he would leave that to others.

Masters will naturally cause trouble for their Masters; getting involved in the battles of Heroic Spirits will not end well.

After retreating to outside Ryudo-ji Temple, Matouchi directed the insect swarm to search the mountains and forests.

This battle will definitely attract a lot of Masters to watch, that's for sure.

However, Matou Ike did not want to cause any trouble. He had only one goal: Lancer's Master.

As for how to investigate, you can tell by looking at the mana consumption.

Such an offensive would inevitably consume a large amount of magic power to support one's own heroic spirits.

Matouchi wiped the raindrops from her forehead, looked at the raindrops falling from the sky, and sighed.

The heavy rain not only made the mountain paths muddy, but also washed away the lingering scent and magic of those hiding in the forest, which undoubtedly greatly increased the difficulty of the search mission.

"Is this the charm of nature?"

Matouchi smiled and threw out more insects to begin searching the mountains.

After a large-scale search, Weber and Iskandar were found on the mountaintop, compared to what was found at Matou Pond.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they made no attempt to conceal their movements, brazenly sitting atop the mountain, commenting on the battle within Ryudo-ji Temple.

Then there were two people carrying modern weapons, who looked like they came from some special operations group.

"Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya?"

Although they knew that the Heroic Spirit summoned by Kiritsugu Emiya should be the 'King of Knights', they still wanted to be on the safe side.

Sensing their magical fluctuations, which seemed to remain unchanged, he stopped paying attention to them.

Even if we launch a surprise attack now, we might succeed, but if a Command Spell summons a Heroic Spirit, it will be difficult to clean up the mess.

"So, where exactly is Lancer's Master hiding? We've already dug three feet into the ground..."

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"Dig three feet into the ground...wait a minute...dig three feet into the ground?"

No way...

A famous detective once said, "When you have eliminated all the impossible cases, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth."

Matouchi pondered intently. The search of Oenzōyama had been conducted countless times, but no clues had been found.

The ground, trees, rocks—everywhere you can think of has been checked.

"If he's hiding underground, that would explain why we haven't been able to find him."

Thinking of this, Matouchi felt both helpless and relieved.

He secretly admired his opponent's caution and wisdom, while also feeling annoyed by his own negligence. He then sent out his insects, ordering them to burrow into the soil and begin a new round of reconnaissance.

The soil in the mountains and forests, softened by the torrential rain, made digging easier, and the insects quickly burrowed into the ground, exploring downwards along the cracks and tunnels in the soil. Matouchi used her magic to sense the insects' movements, carefully observing every subtle change they transmitted back.

It was truly a matter of timing, or rather, a matter of human factors, since this rain was also the result of the Servants' battle.

......

The clash between spears and flag-bearing spears revealed that this battle was far more than just a close-quarters fight between two martial artists.

Lancer's spear was swift and precise, each thrust accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, tearing through the air like thunder.

However, the opponent was no pushover either. The servant wielding the flag spear was agile and always managed to parry or evade fatal attacks in time.

Whenever Lancer manages to dodge her opponent and prepares to launch a more intense offensive, countless magic projectiles fly in from all directions, forming a dense barrage that hinders her movements.

These magic bullets are not only numerous, but also have bizarre trajectories and extremely high speeds.

They are as annoying as mosquitoes, yet as dangerous as sharp blades.

Each time a magic bullet struck, Lancer was forced to abandon the pursuit and instead dodge and defend.

Despite her superb marksmanship, which deflected most of the magical bullets with a few swings, the magical attacks continued relentlessly, preventing her from fully engaging the enemy before her.

And after fighting the heroic spirit wielding the flag spear, Lancer felt a pressure that was completely different from what he had expected.

Although the Master's observations showed that this Servant's stats were far inferior to hers, each clash of metal alone could unleash a torrent of extremely destructive power.

Every step he took ravaged the ground, and every swing of his sword created enough wind pressure to cut down ancient trees.

Although this was something Lancer could easily do, it was astonishing how the person before her could use such a inferior body to reach a level where she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

This puzzled her greatly.

Thinking time during battle is extremely valuable, especially in a life-or-death situation.

The flag spear thrust forward once more, followed by several arcs of magical energy. These attacks were beyond what could be neutralized simply by relying on anti-magic power.

The spectators could no longer see the high-speed exchange of gunfire clearly with their eyesight; they could only see the ravaged buildings and the aftershocks of each collision.

This battle was different from the clash of guns and magic just now; it truly showcased the spirit of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

While dealing with the onslaught of the flag spears, Lancer was also wary of the magical arcs shooting in from all directions.

Every attack and defense required complete concentration; the slightest carelessness would lead to a passive situation. Her spear moved like a relentless storm, blocking wave after wave of attacks.

Furthermore, whenever she tried to locate the source of the magic bullets, the servant wielding the flag spear would always stand in her way, launching a fierce counterattack while brandishing the spear.

The battle between the two intensified, with flag spears and long spears clashing and sparks flying.

Every clash is a battle of strength and skill, a struggle between life and death.

Taking advantage of the moment when he knocked his opponent away, Lancer observed the enemy in front of him and noticed that there were magical patterns flashing on the opponent's armor.

"Is this an enhancement? This is practically cheating! It's two against one, why would they give you a buff?"

"And that flag spear, it's clearly just an ordinary object made of refined iron, so why can it withstand such a high frequency of strikes? Is it because of that flag?"

The symbols on the flag exude a sacred radiance, not magical power, so is he a follower of the Holy See? Is that flag spear his Noble Phantasm?

Lancer thought to herself, "It seems the breakthrough point is still her, but this one in front of me..."

Looking at Caster casting spells while floating in the air, perhaps we need to take the battlefield to the sky...

Having made up his mind, Lancer smashed the pillar of the temple building with a single shot. The collapse of the side hall raised a lot of dust, but due to the rain, it didn't last long.

So we need to hurry.

She kicked the collapsing beams at Caster high in the air to disrupt her attack rhythm.

At the same time, the dragon's blood began to boil, the bones in his body creaked, the spear blocked the sweeping flag spear, and the magic-infused whip leg struck the enemy's abdomen, sending him flying.

The wing membrane began to vibrate, and Lancer rose from the smoke and dust, following the broken pillar that was still flying in the sky, shooting towards Caster, who was floating in the sky, like an arrow.

At the last moment, Caster barely felt the impact from the spearmen, and managed to dodge the deadly spear.

But it wasn't over yet. The broken pillar followed closely behind, ready to add a follow-up to the previous attack.

【Time alter—square acceleration—proper time control. Four times speed】

In Caster's eyes, time around her slowed down again, and her own speed rapidly increased to four times the original flow rate.