Marvel's Magic Master

"Won!"

Seeing this, the nervous Emiya Shirou and Toosaka Rin stood up together excitedly.

George glanced at Illya and found that her face was full of mockery, without any worry at all.

He knew that the Berserker Heroic Spirit would not be so easy to deal with.

In fact, this is normal. Illya's Berserker has been fighting by relying on his strong body until now, and has not used any treasures. How could he die so easily?

Every heroic spirit has a Noble Phantasm. If it is not used, it only means that it has not reached the point where it must be used.

"He actually dodged it, but he was seriously injured. He's definitely the winner."

Before Emiya Shirou and Toosaka Rin had time to celebrate, their eyes widened at the same time.

"How could this be?"

It turned out that at the critical moment, Hercules twisted his body forcefully in the air and avoided the fatal neck wound, but his chest was cut with a scar that exposed the bone.

With such a serious injury, most people would have been lying down waiting to die. Even for a heroic spirit, his strength would have declined significantly.

But at this moment, Altria barely even breathed.

So the two of them thought the ending was set, and even Altria herself felt so.

Unfortunately, despite such serious injuries, Hercules stood up as if nothing had happened, and the wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“My Berserker is immortal, so even if you all attack together, you will all die in the end.

Since you guys invited me to have tea, I will let you go today."

Illya put down the teacup in her hand, still looking as if she didn't care about anyone, but her murderous intent had subsided a little.

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

George looked at Illya with a smile, and Illya raised her eyebrows:
"What bet?"

"Let's bet on who will win in the end. If Altria wins, you must willingly transfer the Command Seals to me and let the Berserker become my Servant."

George raised his hand and the teapot on the table automatically filled Illya with tea.

However, this time, Illya did not pick up the teacup, but turned her head and stared at George's face.

"You actually want my Berserker, but you already have a Swordsman, aren't you too greedy?

Furthermore, a Master can only have one Heroic Spirit. I have never heard of a Master being able to have two Heroic Spirits at the same time."

“That’s someone else’s business, I have my own way.

I don't just want your Berserker, I also want the heroic spirits of the other five masters.

It’s just that I don’t really like solving problems through violence, and I hope to achieve my goals through more gentle trading methods.

This way you won't have to lose your lives in the Holy Grail War, which is a good thing overall."

George picked up his green tea and took a sip.

His casual remarks not only surprised Illya, but also Toosaka Rin and Emiya Shirou who were standing beside him.

They didn't expect that George actually wanted to take all the heroic spirits for himself and win the Holy Grail War in this way.

"You're such a boaster. Well, have you ever thought about what you'll do if you lose?"

Illya was dismissive of George's remarks, but then her eyes widened and she stood up quickly.

Because that's what George answered her.

"If I lose, I can help you save your life while I remove the Holy Grail from your body, and restore your body to normal so that you can continue to live like a real human being."

Since Illya is the carrier of the Holy Grail, the end of the Holy Grail War will be the end of her death.

Furthermore, according to his observation, even if Illya had a way to preserve her life after separating the Holy Grail, her body, which had been transformed many times and used as a carrier, would not last for a year.

So no matter what, according to normal development, Illya is bound to die. But this is not a big problem for him.

Extracting Illya's soul and creating a new body for her can be done with just a wave of the hand.

"What did you say? How do you know? Is what you said true?"

A few silver hairs fell off Illya's head, first turning into white storks, and then transforming into lightsabers, hitting George's forehead.

"You better tell the truth or I'll kill you right now!"

"Don't doubt it, what I said is of course true.

And if I am not mistaken, the Holy Grail this time should be your heart."

George pointed at the location of Illya's heart, and at the same time activated the Qi source flow and devouring magic. All the lightsabers turned into silver hair again and fell to the ground.

"Also, your magic doesn't work on me."

Seeing that her most powerful magic was easily broken, Illya's pupils suddenly shrank.

Originally, he was sitting here in order to kidnap or kill the swordsman's master in case Hercules failed.

Now it seems that I have become a sheep walking into the tiger's mouth and have become the one being held hostage.

But since the swordsman's master can see that her heart is the Holy Grail, maybe there is a way to save her.

So after some hesitation, she sat back down silently.

"Okay, then I'll make a bet with you!"

Connecting with her Servant Hercules, Illya gave the order:
"Go completely crazy!"

After receiving Illya's order, Hercules roared and fell into an extreme state of frenzy, with the magic power in his body turning red.

After going completely berserk, Hercules' strength and speed were greatly improved.

Altria was in danger in an instant.

"In that case, I have no choice but to put an end to you once and for all!"

After her armor was chopped off by Hercules and her waist was injured, Artoria narrowly avoided the next fatal attack and quickly distanced herself.

She decided to use her ultimate move.

"Oath - Sword of Victory!"

Raising the golden sword in her hand, Artoria slashed it fiercely in the direction of Hercules.

The golden light instantly turned the night into day, and a giant holy sword dozens of kilometers long formed in the air and also chopped down.

Because Artoria was at her peak at that time, and she knew that this was a mirror world and would not affect reality.

So she used all her strength in this sword strike.

Faced with such a terrifying holy sword, Hercules wanted to dodge, but found that there was nowhere to hide. The area within a radius of several kilometers was within the attack range of the holy sword.

"boom!"

After a loud noise.

Hercules vanished into thin air, and the entire Fuyuki City was split in half.

"This power is quite impressive!"

George saw the effect of the Sword of Promised Victory and nodded secretly in his heart.

To be honest, if his current strength was not strong enough, the mirror space would have undergone many improvements.

The sword that Artoria just swung could probably split the entire mirror space into pieces.

(End of this chapter)