Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Using Eastern magic theories as an example, this is similar to "Feng Shui".

Kenneth was, after all, a monarch.

If you try to manipulate him using suggestive magic, it's unlikely to succeed.

Fortunately, the monster princess who granted Avisbrom knowledge gave him extremely detailed knowledge, allowing him to completely understand Kenneth.

The sheer number of timelines she's seen is astounding... and Avisbro doesn't seem to care.

He deliberately used bland words to provoke Kenneth's confusion and anxiety before conveying the following:

"The magic furnace in the workshop also crashed. Although I restarted it immediately, it will take another ten minutes to return to full power."

"During this time, I must rely on your magical power to continue to exist. If we increase the production of golems, we will also need your magical power to supply us. Are you sure that's alright?"

"This……"

Kenneth was stunned for a moment, his heart still pounding with pain.

As a prodigy of the Clock Tower, Kenneth's magical power is by no means small; both in quantity and quality, it's enormous!

Even so, to supply a single Heroic Spirit, and also to provide for the creation of golems for him, is simply...

"Aaaaaaah?!"

Before Kenneth could even process what was happening, an even more excruciating pain began to torment his body and mind.

Avisbro's explanation was spot on: "The Riders are attacking from the air."

"I'm sorry, I must use my magic to control all the existing golems to fight back. Master, please bear with me."

As he spoke, Avisbro seemed to suddenly remember something:

“I remember, that boy was your student, Master, wasn’t he? He stole the relic you had prepared and summoned that powerful Conqueror King.”

"Now that you are adversaries, he will certainly not let you return to the Clock Tower alive."

"Once you become the loser, he can openly and legitimately prove his legitimacy and that you are the one who ruined his talent."

"The magician judges only by victory or defeat, and you're about to become the loser...right?"

“Caster…!”

Kenneth swallowed the blood in his mouth and raised his bloodshot eyes:

"I command you with a Command Spell: Fight with all your might! Securing victory for me!"

With a single command spell, the immense magical power was channeled into Avisbro, slightly relieving Kenneth's burden.

He immediately took a deep breath:

"I issue another command spell: Find a way to solve the magic supply problem! No matter how many resources are consumed, use all your wisdom to find a solution!"

“Yes, there is indeed a way.”

Avisbro let out a sound of sudden realization.

He maintained a calm tone throughout, even tinged with delight:

“Master, the three Divine Age Magic Furnaces that you set up in the workshop seem to have originally been a single unit, according to my research.”

"But for some reason, the ancient rulers of the Minerals Department divided this Star Drop, possessing endless magic, into three parts. They even added the definitions of 'heart,' 'torso,' and 'wings,' imposing the characteristics of a dragon upon it."

"This is truly a waste. In my estimation, if it could be reunited into one and return to its true original form, it could even become a wish-granting machine with infinite magic power, no less powerful than the Fuyuki Grand Grail."

The devil's whispers flowed from beneath the mask.

The golem knew it was doing evil, and its human conscience was piercing it.

But it doesn't matter, he has already given up the part of himself that made him human.

"Master, please use the last Command Seal."

“I, Aviblon, will show you the ultimate in Kabbalah—and let you witness the true myth.”

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The King of Knights' Noble Phantasm, a dazzling white pillar of light piercing through heaven and earth.

It covers all the surrounding light, making the sun pale in comparison.

The Knight King's Holy Lance stirred up waves that stretched for kilometers across the sea, and it looked like it was about to collide with the giant cruise ship.

This single strike was enough to shatter that coffin at sea, burying the Master and Servant within.

"wrong."

Luo Zhen felt a strange magical power, which even seemed to be rushing towards him like a tangible giant wave!

He immediately ordered: "Joan of Arc! Protect Canaan and the others!"

Yes!

Joan of Arc did not know what had happened, but the vague revelation told her that something enormous and terrifying had appeared.

This prompted Joan of Arc to leap out immediately, landing on the Canaanite and Zealot ships a dozen meters away, where she unfurled the Holy Banner in front of them!

Luo Zhen also displayed his Heroic Spirit-level physical abilities, leaping onto Irisviel's speedboat and pulling her into his arms!

"Huh? Not again?"

This was the second time Irisviel had been caught like this, just like when Ryougi Shinobu hugged her during the Port War.

But this time, the crisis is on a completely different level.

“€€€€■■■!!!”

The moment the Knight King's holy lance shattered the hull of the cruise ship, it awakened the dragon within.

The lowest cabin of the luxury cruise ship suddenly mutated, opening its blood-red maw to swallow the bombardment of the pillar of light!

The impact of the magic, accompanied by the dragon's roar, reverberated across the sea for tens of kilometers, and the shockwave even shattered the port of Fuyuki City.

The numerous puppet speedboats controlled by Orange were pulverized the moment they made contact.

Only Irisviel, protected by Ryougi, and Canaan, protected by Jeanne d'Arc and shielded from the first wave of attack, were unharmed; the surrounding sea was left in ruins.

"...Vortigern (King of the White Dragons of Britain)?"

"No, this is even more..."

Even Artoria was stunned and immediately retreated back to her Master.

The giant dragon is crawling out of the luxury cruise ship.

It resembled a young animal breaking free from its eggshell, rolling and roaring on the sea surface.

"A nice meeting, heroes of human history."

A magician, completely shrouded in a dress and mask, with not a single inch of skin exposed, stood on the wreckage of the cruise ship.

"I am Caster in this Holy Grail War. My real name is Avisbro, an ordinary golem maker."

"I myself am insignificant. But please allow me to introduce this to you: This is my Noble Phantasm, 'Golem Kether Malchut'."

He spread his arms on the deck.

He let his cloak flutter in the wind, proudly introducing the enormous, hungry beast before him:

"Although it is still in the form of a dragon, this is only because the imprint left by the monarch family of the Clock Tower is too deep and it will take some time to get rid of it."

"But it will soon evolve from a dragon into the progenitor of humankind, becoming the device that returns Earth to Eden."

The magician announced with an enviable sense of satisfaction:

"Gentlemen, you are all great contributors to the creation of this treasure."

"Therefore, please allow me, with the utmost respect, to invite you to join me in the Garden of Eden. There is no need for resistance; simply accept this boundless abundance."

"Man does not need to eat the fruit. True happiness lies in remaining forever in a state of ignorance and goodness."

Chapter 78: Even His Eyes Were Clear

"The Spear That Shines at the End!"

Without wasting any words, the King of Knights unleashed his magic, leaped high into the air, and immediately fired another Noble Phantasm, aiming straight at Avisbro on the cruise ship!

But the magician, whose entire body was covered, neither dodged nor flinched.

On the contrary, the newly born dragon spread its wings with the initiative of protecting its master, and its huge body suddenly teleported onto Artoria's Noble Phantasm beam!

The holy lance shattered the dragon's head and neck, penetrating all the way to the rear half of its body.

Then, Avisbro spoke up:

"I refuse to acknowledge your injury."

An astonishing scene unfolded.

Artoria has not yet landed.

The dragon, whose body had been mostly shattered by the Holy Spear, seemed to have had its damaged body restored to its original state in an instant, as if a video had been spliced ​​incorrectly!

That's not even regeneration or time reversal, but rather the erasure of the "injury" itself.

"Are you surprised, ancient king?"