Magician in Type-Moon

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"Okay, let's go then!"

Finally, this hero squad, composed of Servants and pseudo-Servants, raised the banner of conquest against the "Demon King's Castle".

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"Damn it! How come there are so many grunts?" Lancer said with a complaint as she knocked away a group of dragon-tooth skeletons that were surging towards her with a single shot.

"Has that Caster's magic really run out?"

Everyone was currently working hard to clear away the miscellaneous enemies blocking their way, even though these skeleton familiars were not particularly strong in terms of combat power.

However, there were too many of them, like maggots growing on a bison that had died in the wilderness, and they kept surging towards Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group.

As they stepped into Ryudong Temple, which was entwined with silver-white hair, they breathed a sigh of relief because there was no barrier to prevent them from entering.

The group of Dragon Fang minions rushed out to greet them.

Just like the hero's party conquering the Demon King's castle in the game, the two sides keep to themselves as long as they don't step into the Demon King's castle territory.

However, when the level is fully activated, the Demon King will not appear in front of the heroes immediately.

Clearing out mobs is always an unavoidable part of the process for players' hero teams.

After a long period of cleanup, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers stopped appearing in droves.

Only then did everyone have a moment to catch their breath. Although the repetitive and tedious battles wouldn't have much impact on the overall combat strength.

But there will still be some consumption in the end.

But reality is not like a game. After using minions to deplete the hero's team's strength, the clever Demon King will not allow them time to recover before the second stage.

A foul magical aura wafted over her, and Artoria, who had fought Berserker before, recognized it at a glance—it was the aura of black mud.

With the regular enemies gone, it's time for the elite monsters to appear.

The sea monsters emerged from the ground beneath everyone's feet, gathering in one place, waiting for the Chaldea people to relax.

The foul-smelling mouthparts and the filthy claws on the tentacles pointed directly at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

This is a breakthrough point that everyone understands.

The stench of decay assaulted Fujimaru Ritsuka's nostrils, followed by a spray of blood before his eyes.

"Senpai, are you alright?" Mash arrived just in time to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side and smashed the oncoming monster with her shield.

"Yeah, it's nothing," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, then looked at the sea monster that had turned into a pile of mangled flesh.

"It seems they know very well who our generals are," El-Melloi II remarked upon witnessing this scene.

If Mashu hadn't returned to defend in time, Fujimaru Ritsuka would likely have been injured by this surprise attack.

At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya pulled the dagger that had been plunged into the sea monster's body and continued speaking:

"Yes, the details of your battle with Archer here should have been seen by Matou Ike, the Master of the Matou family. He should even know exactly where you were resting."

"How to say?"

"That guy started monitoring the entire city with his familiars before the Holy Grail War even began. His insects should have been everywhere in the city by now."

Kiritsugu Emiya pulled a translucent white worm from his pocket and tossed it in front of everyone.

"Surveillance to this extent? Even most of the magicians who command familiars in the Clock Tower couldn't control so many familiars, could they?"

When the portly director, Goldrov Mujik, encountered a familiar area, he jumped in and added a comment.

"Yes, what an enviable talent." El-Melloi II released a pool of fire onto the ground to block the approaching sea monsters.

As he spoke, the flames he summoned in his hand grew even more ferocious; it was unclear whether he was thinking of something.

Although the sea monsters that surrounded them were stronger than the Dragon Fang Soldiers, they were not able to pose a real threat to them under the combined attack of several Servants.

Faced with the attack of the strange tentacles, the Servants did not back down and displayed a mighty aura like gods descending to earth.

With each swing of swords and spears, one or two sea monsters were cleaved in two, their limbs flying through the air. On the battlefield, the Servants moved with fluid grace, their combat skills and power appearing impeccable.

Although the tentacles were numerous and their movements were terrifying, their attacks couldn't even touch the Servants' bodies; they could only wave them futilely in the air.

Especially under the area-of-effect fire wall unleashed by El-Melloi II, the sea monster's offensive appeared utterly powerless.

The wall of flames not only scorched the tentacles and monsters, but also formed an insurmountable barrier, preventing them from getting close to the Servants.

Moreover, El-Melloi II seemed to be venting his anger, continuously injecting magic into the raging fire.

The sea monster struggled in the scorching flames, its tentacles flailing wildly as it let out a shrill scream.

The flames quickly spread to their entire bodies, and the intense heat caused their skin to smoke, blister, and even char rapidly.

The tentacles, consumed by flames, twisted and contracted, cracking like charred branches, with pieces of charred material falling off as the flames danced.

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He let out a long breath, and as if sensing that everyone around him was looking at him, the Second Prince stopped what he was doing and shifted his gaze from the sea demon to the crowd.

"Mr. El-Melloi was terrifying just now...like a strict educator dealing with a disobedient student..."

Mashu covered her chest with one hand, feigning shock.

Although the action was rather cute, the bloodstains on his face and the rotten flesh under his right shield made it look...so terrifying.

Fujimaru Ritsuka echoed Mashu, nodding in agreement:

"That's really scary..."

Finding joy in hardship is a common habit, and also a quality that heroes should all possess.

Just then, a shocking change occurred.

The sea monsters that had been continuously surging upwards from the earth no longer launched suicidal attacks on the Chaldea people.

Instead, as soon as they emerged from the ground, they began to convulse violently in place.

The sea monsters' tentacles stopped attacking and instead convulsed erratically, as if controlled by an invisible force.

Their bodies twisted and deformed, emitting piercing wailing sounds.

A strange black mud-like liquid seeped from their mouthparts and skin, emitting a pungent, fishy odor.

The residual heat of the flames had not yet dissipated, and the stench of blood and black liquid mingled on the ground.

The sea monsters' bodies began to swell, as if they were about to burst.

Their mouthparts were wide open, bursting out painful hissing.

The piercing sound waves possessed a captivating power, but this was immediately countered by El-Melloi II's Stone Soldier Formation.

Buzz!! — Bang!!

With a loud bang, the sea demon's swollen body finally reached its limit and exploded in an instant.

Filthy black mud swirled in the air, as if a terrifying black rain had descended.

The black mud, carrying a foul and putrid odor, quickly polluted the surrounding air and ground.

"Be careful, don't get any of those things on you," Artoria warned, her voice serious.

She was very experienced with this; even heroic spirits couldn't avoid the hallucinogenic effects of the black mud.

El-Melloi II's extinguished wall of flames reignited, the blazing crimson flames attempting to keep the black mud at bay.

However, the black mud seemed to become more active under the resistance of the flames, and the black liquid churned violently at high temperatures.

Hallucinogenic memes bloomed in the air with the rising scent, and invisible poisonous gas permeated the surroundings.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt dizzy for a moment, as if she were seeing the apocalyptic scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood from her dream again.

The horrific scenes flashed before my eyes, sending chills down my spine.

His body began to sway, and he almost fell over.

Fortunately, Mashu caught him in time, her eyes filled with worry.

"Are you alright, senior?"

"It's okay... I'm fine..." Fujimaru Ritsuka forced a smile and tried to steady herself.

Seeing this, no one said anything more; now was definitely not the time to shake morale.

El-Melloi II stared at the black mud ahead, his brow furrowed.

"It seems the only way is to use my Noble Phantasm to clear the way..." he muttered.

However, before anyone could make a move, the churning black mud began to gather and condense, as if guided by some force.

The black mud kept gathering and gathering, forming hundreds of huge whirlpools.

The ferocious dragon head slowly rose from the vortex, with black mud clinging to it like a viscous liquid, dripping down with each movement.

Each dragon's eyes gleamed with a scarlet light, carrying an indescribable aura of evil.

Their scales are jet black, with a corrosive sheen, and they emit a nauseating stench.

These feet, like demons crawling out of the depths of hell, roared deafeningly at the sky with endless resentment and rage.

The entire battlefield became even more oppressive and terrifying at this moment, and everyone was so shocked by this sudden change that they were speechless.

"Are these wyverns? There are so many of them! Even Caster can't do this, can she? Is her magic really enough?" Little Leonardo exclaimed in surprise at the sight before him.

"It's just like going back to Orleans..." Mashu was feeling a bit overwhelmed as she faced these newborn monsters.

Lancer, however, sensed a different aura—the scent of his own kind.

These monsters are completely different from the Black Mud Dragons summoned by the Berserker she fought before; they are true dragons with unique characteristics.

As Lancer made its assessment, the Dragon Heart within the cavity began to pound violently, its heartbeat like a war drum emanating from the small body.

The unique aura of the last dragon emanated from her body. As beings of power and authority, the superior dragon race's ability to suppress other dragons was ingrained in their very blood and bones.

"Surrender!"

A command came from Lancer in a language no one could understand—the language of dragons.

In an instant, an intense aura soared to the heavens. On the earth, beneath the stars, Albion, who could be considered a king among dragons, delivered her verdict to the monsters present.

But what she received in return was a fierce attack from the wyverns.

Despite the irresistible pressure of Lancer's command, the wyverns before him did not yield.