Magician in Type-Moon

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Only by revealing a real weakness can you make your opponent lower their guard.

Lancer's breathing became rapid, her face grew paler, and her magic was rapidly depleting, but her gaze remained firm.

"Come on, let me see your true strength!" Lancer said coldly, spinning his spear in his hand, the magic at the tip shimmering faintly.

Assassin was not fooled by Lancer's weakened appearance. He quickly adjusted his posture, the dagger in his hand becoming a black shadow, his eyes filled with vigilance and coldness.

He tilted his head slightly and threw the dagger.

The dagger traced a swift arc in the air, heading straight for Lancer.

A cold smile flashed in Lancer's eyes. He swung his spear sharply, knocking the dagger away, which then embedded itself hard in a piece of broken wall next to him.

"It's like they're at their last gasp, just barely holding on? But something doesn't feel quite right..."

Assassin was still hesitating, but Lancer wouldn't give him a moment to breathe, and took the initiative to raise his spear and attack.

The powerful wind carried by the magic reached Assassin's side before the spear tip, but Assassin, blessed by the Wind God, remained fearless in the face of the strong wind.

Three more daggers flew out, attempting to stop Lancer's advance.

But before it could even touch Lancer, it was repelled by the magic wrapped around the spear.

“It’s really full of flaws…” Assassin murmured.

Something was definitely fishy. Alarm bells were ringing in Assassin's mind, but he couldn't think of any other way Lancer could have to deal with him. Was it just a spear wrapped in magic?

While thinking, he used his mouth to remove the bandage wrapped around his right hand.

Lancer's offensive was like a raging dragon, or perhaps she was a raging dragon to begin with. The magic she carried with her charge ripped deep furrows into the ground.

The mud and asphalt on the road were splashed everywhere.

Part of her body had even begun to materialize into spirit particles, a sign of a severe lack of magic power.

This is a calculated move. If Assassin tries to continue escaping, he will most likely have his heart pierced by a magic-infused spear in this close-quarters battlefield.

Moreover, the nearby obstacles had already been leveled in the successive battles.

This was a relatively open yet somewhat enclosed battlefield; the shattered remains of the overpass looked as if it had been deliberately transformed into a gladiatorial arena.

"What is her backup plan? A Noble Phantasm? But can she even use it with such a damaged body?"

Assassin kept muttering to himself, but his hands didn't slow down.

That cursed arm also belongs to the malevolent spirit, Shaito, who is skilled at cursing and killing humans. Using ethereal blocks, she creates a dual existence that can interact with her true self by reflecting the objects of her murder in a mirror.

It has fully revealed its original appearance, which is also the key to Assassin's reputation as Hassan.

"Are you trying to force me into a direct confrontation, Lancer?"

The mask on his face was already broken, and now his head was wrapped with the few remaining pieces of clothing, beneath which were a pair of dim, gleaming eyes.

This is indeed the best time to strike head-on, but there is always a sense of unease in his heart. As an Assassin, Hassan of the Cursed Arm is inherently sensitive.

Suspicion is in their nature; the more important the moment, the more careful they must be.

Lancer's attack was imminent. Assassin felt the overwhelming killing intent and had no choice but to make a decisive move, regardless of victory or death. His Master's Command Spell was also meant to ensure his victory here, so he decided to go all out.

The fiery red right hand began to erupt with dazzling red light, its malevolent power proclaiming the terror of the curse.

Assassin knew perfectly well that Lancer's offensive was unavoidable and that he had no choice but to fight back.

"Even if it means death, I will carry out my Master's orders," Assassin whispered, his eyes flashing with determination.

Lancer's spear moved with the force of wind and thunder, aiming straight for Assassin's heart.

Assassin did not back down; the red light in his right hand grew even more intense, as if it wanted to burn this entire world to ashes.

【——Zabaniya——delusional heart sound——】

The Noble Phantasm residing in his right hand now displayed its brilliance, as if it wanted to devour everything.

At this critical moment, Assassin raised his right hand, and a burst of red light instantly covered Lancer's vision.

In the red light, with vision momentarily obscured, the twisted, proliferating arm first touched the tip of Lancer's gun, blocking this all-destroying attack.

"bass!"

The proliferating arm was pierced directly, but the crimson, terrifying, twisted hand did not stop its movement. Like light hitting a mirror, it bounced and proliferated directly at a right angle to the ground.

No matter what kind of creature's skeleton could support such movements, it was like a rubber arm twisting and dancing in the air, searching for gaps in Lancer's defense.

Lancer's eyes darted around like a camera with no blind spots, searching for the end of the arm that had seemingly stretched infinitely. Her gaze swept rapidly across the battlefield, trying to capture Assassin's every move.

In Lancer's blind spot, behind him, Assassin's arm suddenly extended, thrusting straight at Lancer's back.

This attack was unexpected, carrying absolute killing intent, and stabbed fiercely towards Lancer's back.

Lancer sensed the threat behind her but made no reaction; half of her body had already dissipated into the air in a spiritual state.

The spear continued to advance, and half of Assassin's arm had been destroyed, leaving only magical threads controlling Lancer's attack from behind.

Crimson Flash's face was covered in cracks, as if something was trying to crawl out of her body.

His body began to break down further, but a stronger magical power suddenly erupted from Lancer's body.

"how come?"

Assassin was somewhat surprised by the overwhelming magical power he felt in that instant. The enemy's body was already badly damaged, and the current attack could only be unleashed by burning his life force.

But it doesn't matter, the Demon Hand is about to touch Lancer, and the outcome will be decided soon.

"Synchro, disengage!"

Lancer directly discarded the constraints that maintained her human form, and the influence of the name Lancelot was no longer reflected in her.

Kenneth's final Command Seal's magic was partially stored in the Dragon Heart, and from the start of the hunt, she used this spiritual origin as fuel.

The dragon's heart began to pound violently, wings suddenly grew from its back, and the cracks on its delicate face began to widen, with dragon scales squeezing out from the gaps.

I relinquish the name Lancelot; this body shall be the manifestation of Albion.

Flesh and blood rapidly disintegrated and splattered out, the dragon-like monster tearing apart the constraints of flesh and blood with absolute violence.

Like a combination of angel and demon, it even has an indescribable eerie and violent beauty, yet they coexist harmoniously on this new body.

But the new body breaks down during its growth, just like cancer cells that are proliferating indefinitely.

The meager magical power was simply insufficient to support the dragon's physical manifestation in the world.

The dragon's most powerful weapon is its pair of sharp claws, but they are constantly crumbling during the process of being formed.

But it doesn't matter, there are still many things we can use, whether it's flesh, bones or teeth, all of which can be used to kill enemies.

Assassin's Noble Phantasm finally struck the dragon-shaped monster just as Lancer closed in.

The heart in the mirror appeared directly in front of Assassin in the form of ether; there was no time to admire it or play with it.

He bit down hard, the opening and closing of his upper and lower jaws tearing apart the severed facial features, the muscle fibers snapping one after another like strings on a musical instrument.

"I have won this battle! Wither away like a pomegranate!"

Assassin's victory was a silent declaration; his jaw was completely dislocated, and he could only produce hoarse cries through his vocal cords.

But Lancer, transformed into the head of a dragon-like monster, also approached Assassin.

The enormous golden pupils stared intently at Assassin, while the abyssal maw lunged at him, its sharp dragon teeth covering his body.

Assassin's spirit body was being held alive in his mouth, his sharp dragon teeth crushing and shredding the spirit body known as the Assassin.

Flesh and blood, accompanied by magic, were swallowed. Since the body was made of magic, it practically melted in the mouth.

This is the dragon, standing at the pinnacle of mythical beasts, the ultimate combination of bloodshed and violence, a creature sung and admired in countless myths.

They hold power and influence in this world.

Without exception, anyone in the world who can slay a dragon becomes a hero among heroes.

Even in its remaining state, it is still an existence that ordinary people cannot look up to.

This is Lancer's complete form; he is bound in this state only because the current environment does not allow such a powerful magical creature to exist.

Assassin's head was the only part of him that remained intact, as Lancer had promised Kenneth she would personally decapitate the killer.

Chapter 83 The Continuation of Its Origin

The entire battlefield on the overpass was engulfed in flames from the car crash, the fighting between the heroic spirits, and the burst of magic that caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply.

The turbulent flow of magic caused electrical charges to become disordered, dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the humidity in the air gradually increased.

The sky, which was originally filled with the smoke of battle, is now shrouded in dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

The distant rumble of thunder seemed to signal the end of the battle.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept in, bringing a chill. The moisture in the air quickly condensed into tiny water droplets, which then turned into a torrential downpour.

The rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting the ground and splashing countless water droplets, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield in a misty haze.

On the battlefield at the gap in the overpass, Lancer received some magic replenishment, but the consumption of his dragon form was too great, and he slowly returned to human form.

Lancer held Assassin's head in his arms, tilted his head back, and stared blankly at the dense dark clouds in the sky.

Rainwater slid down her face, mingling with blood, soaking her dress, as if telling the story of the brutality of the battle.

"Is this what revenge feels like?" Lancer murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the heavy rain.

Her remaining body gradually turned into ethereal fragments and dissipated into the air due to insufficient magic.

Rainwater hit the ground and quickly gathered into streams, flowing down along the broken section of the overpass.

"Is it over just like that? Human affairs are so boring..."

The success of revenge brought with it an endless sense of emptiness and exhaustion.

Despite being the victor in the battle, they have ended up in such a miserable state.

He seems somewhat unwilling to accept it...

Just as Lancer was lost in thought, suddenly, the sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of rain and the sound of feet stepping on the water came.

"Pat-pat, pat..." The footsteps gradually approached, each step sounding exceptionally clear, as if they were heavily pounding on Lancer's heart.

Water splashed everywhere with each step, the droplets seemingly freezing in mid-air for a moment before falling back down with gravity, hitting the ground and creating countless tiny droplets.

The sound of rain pattering on the ground mingled with the sound of footsteps, making it sound even heavier and more imposing.