Magician in Type-Moon

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Since these things got involved, the Holy Grail War has changed its nature.

Therefore, whoever wins now will have to give it their all.

The two, who shared the same goal, finally reached a consensus at this moment—that is, to fight to the death!

Gods, you'd better go back to your doghouse!

The conversation between the two had been overheard by the will of Zeus within Iskandar.

But He didn't really care what the two Heroic Spirits thought. Mortals are just mortals after all, and even if they become Heroic Spirits, they will still only be mortals.

Their natural status is inferior to that of the gods.

As long as He can successfully accomplish what He requires, what does it matter to Him what the servant thinks?

The greatest threat—the projection of the ancient demon god—has fallen.

With only a powerless witch left, and with the blessing of the great god Zeus, eliminating her would be an incredibly simple matter.

So He began to stir Iskandar's mind, commanding him to kill the witch before him immediately.

Then find that mortal named Matouchi.

But the next moment, Zeus suddenly changed his mind.

They no longer even cared about the majesty of God.

He cursed rudely inside Iskandar's body, ordering him to escape immediately.

"Run, you pig-like idiot! It'll be too late if you don't run now!"

Iskandar simply scratched his ear and made no other reaction.

He simply watched with great interest all the changes happening before his eyes.

The remaining bits of sea monster flesh piled on the ground were torn apart and devoured by five enormous dragon heads that suddenly emerged from the ground.

The dragon's eyes gleamed like burning rubies, flashing with a bloodthirsty light. When its mouth opened, it revealed a dense array of sharp teeth, like countless steel needles.

His nostrils spewed out thick, hot air, carrying the stench of rotting flesh, and he let out a deep roar that shook the entire battlefield.

They all appeared incredibly hungry, greedily tearing at the remains of the sea monster, their sharp teeth splintering bits of flesh and blood—a truly nauseating sight.

Him?

Indeed, the dragon that Medea summoned using the Golden Fleece has transcended the level of a Mythical Beast and reached the realm of a Divine Beast.

Tiamat, the five-headed dragon.

This Tiamat is not Tiamat herself, but rather possesses the concept of a mother goddess.

It was a product summoned by Medea using the Golden Fleece and transformed by the divinity of the ancient demon god's projection.

Although it was only a flawed divine beast, the dragon's inherent strength was still enough to create a massive upheaval on this battlefield.

“Caster, you’re really amazing, but is your magic power enough to power this monster?” Iskandar looked at Caster with admiration.

"You don't need to worry about that. Do you think those bits of flesh on the ground were summoned for you to play with?"

Indeed, neither Medea's magical power nor the magical power accumulated within Ryudouji Temple was sufficient to sustain it.

That's why the so-called ancient demon god was pulled out of the door earlier.

The purpose of these scraps of flesh is to replenish the dragons' magical power.

Even when they were fighting Rider, the five-headed dragon was already slowly gnawing on the base of that huge lump of flesh underground.

"Is that so? That's good. In that case, no matter who loses, He will die..."

Zeus, listening to their conversation from inside Iskandar's body, felt extremely uneasy, as if he had become a fish on a chopping board, completely at their mercy.

As a supreme deity, when have you ever suffered such injustice?

"You mortals! How dare you so disregard the majesty of the gods!" Zeus's voice echoed within Iskandar, filled with boundless rage and oppressive power.

He wanted to directly possess this body, even though it might cause some irreversible consequences. This was not only for the sake of his dignity as a god, but more importantly, to prevent this avatar from being wasted here.

This was a clone that had managed to infiltrate twenty-two years ahead of schedule. If the restraining force hadn't been unable to protect that guy at the time, it wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of him.

Iskandar's body trembled violently as Zeus's divine power surged into his spirit core, attempting to completely control the body of this heroic spirit.

"Hmph, are you cornered, my god?" Iskandar offered no resistance, only a slight smile.

"Didn't you just ask me to kill Caster? Well, so be it! Haha!"

He then glanced at his servant, Weber Velvet.

Waver understood what he needed to do at that moment: use a Command Spell!

"Declare! Rider commands with all his Command Seals to achieve victory and crush that monster at all costs, even at the cost of his life!!"

This was a pre-arranged Command Seal, a promise made the moment Waver officially became a subject of the King of Conquerors. It was a magic of shared perception, used at that moment to complete a secret plot against the gods.

Every step was meticulously planned, and Zeus could only unconditionally provide Iskandar with the power to win.

Now that there's no escape, all we can do is hope that Iskandar can win, so that His clone has a chance of survival.

At this moment, the mythical duel will be staged once again.

Without holding back a single detail, without a single concern.

Both sides were fighting for the purest victory.

Each according to their own ability—

"Zeus, the Fantasy God!"

Iskandar unleashes the true name of Zeus as his Noble Phantasm, continuously unleashing its power.

The spear, formed from divine lightning, shattered the incoming twilight dragon's breath. The air howled, space trembled, and overwhelming magical power clashed with each other, enough to make one vomit.

Twice in a row...?

Regardless of whether the five-headed dragons had withstood the attack, Iskandar immediately activated the Illusionary God once more.

The magic power is all extracted from Zeus, so there's nothing to worry about.

One after another, thunderous spears were hurled out, as if they were divine punishment descending from the heavens.

The five-headed dragon roared, its massive body twisting and contorting under the impact of lightning. Elemental power surged forth, intertwining with the lightning spear in the air, creating a scene of destruction and rebirth.

One by one, the dragon's head was struck by lightning, emitting painful howls. Each strike was accompanied by a massive energy explosion, and the entire Ryudong Temple was engulfed by endless light and energy.

Under Iskandar's relentless attacks, the dragon, who had reached the realm of divine beasts, was actually suppressed.

The continuous lightning strikes erupted like a shower of falling stars.

Overwhelmed with joy, he let out a long roar.

The meteorite hurtled in with a heavy whistling sound, and wave after wave of relentless impacts ravaged the dragon's entire body.

Blood and flesh splattered, then reformed.

One head after another kept emerging from the severed opening, always maintaining a total of five heads.

Iskandar also flinched, saying that he could never reach the other side of the endless sea—foolish, utterly rude.

The destination he had been longing for was now standing right in front of him.

After crossing countless mountains and rivers, he finally found his goal.

Then he must surpass the past.

Trample the enemy before us.

Come on, let's concentrate all our power on this one move! Let both our own magic and Zeus's divine power burn at this moment!

"Unleash the lightning of Jupoortis at this moment!"

Lei Guang advanced step by step, repeating the same action over and over again.

The scorching dragon breath poured down with a thunderous roar, its powerful attack almost causing him to lose consciousness, and his body swayed uncontrollably.

When he came to his senses, he didn't know when Zeus's noisy will avatar had stopped roaring in his ear.

Meanwhile, his newly recruited ministers in the distance seemed to be telling him something.

But he couldn't hear it; he couldn't even hear the wind rushing past his ears as the dragon passed by.

He could only hear the sound of waves.

The distant shoreline was deserted, with waves crashing back and forth.

This is the sound of the endless ocean waves in this world.

Ah, that’s it.

He felt a surge of joy and finally understood.

Why didn't I realize it before? What exactly was that surge of excitement in my heart?

He dreamed that he was running along the coastline, and the feeling of his toes breaking through the seawater foam was really refreshing.

The seawater that stained his feet a deep red might have been the blood flowing from his own belly.

But so what? He's dreaming of this ocean now; it's the end of his life, and now he's finally about to cross it...

"Drink ah ah ah!!"

Iskandar roared a triumphant cry that echoed through the heavens as he hurled the Jupuotis Spear, imbued with endless thunder.

This was the climax of certainty that victory was coming; what should have been a fleeting moment was somehow stretched out as if it were an eternity.

It was as if even the passage of time had stopped.

No, in fact, it has stopped.

However, it wasn't time that stopped, but himself.

The five enormous, regenerated dragon heads, with their long necks, had now completely enveloped Iskandar, the Conqueror.

Strangely, he did not feel remorse.

"This expedition...has given me...utter exhilaration..."

Chapter 140 The Disappointed