That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall replied irrelevantly, "Then it's better not to force a breakthrough. This fortress is the crystallization of the magic of the Age of Gods, and its function is similar to the Temple of Caster. No one knows how many magical traps are set up inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, a projection of the red team's Assassin, Semiramis, appeared in front of the three of them.

Astolfo exclaimed, "What?!"

Saber immediately shielded Hall behind her and gripped the holy sword tightly.

Semiramis's projection sneered arrogantly: "Although I don't know what era you are a magician from, your insight is commendable. The Vanity Sky Guardians are my temple, my homeland, my domain. Caster of the Black Faction, don't think you can win by playing tricks and trying to win over Archer!"

"Come on, if you're not afraid of death, come in. I've prepared a special gift for you."

"Three thousand undead, one hundred and twenty-four interdimensional portals, eight hundred and seventy-two cursed traps, and a specially prepared poisoned space. One wrong step, and you'll face utter destruction! Although I'm an Assassin with some knowledge of magic, let's have a fair and square magic competition! I'll show you the difference between you and a magician from the Age of Gods, and then, despair!"

Hall seemed oblivious to Semiramis's declaration of war, pacing back and forth, examining the high walls of the Vanity Hanging Gardens. His Mystic Eyes were connected to the wind elemental familiars of the sky, capturing the scene inside and measuring the angles.

The Hanging Gardens of Vanity was pierced by Ishtar's Noble Phantasm, making it impossible for them to maintain a complete defense mechanism. Semiramis's abilities were also damaged due to the destruction of her second stronghold, making this a golden opportunity.

"Saber, come here." Hall beckoned to Saber.

Semiramis's projection roared angrily, "Black Caster, you rude wretch, did you not hear me?"

Hall ignored her and pointed to the sloping high wall, instructing, "Yes, that's right, release the true name of the Noble Phantasm from this angle."

“Understood.” Saber nodded knowingly.

Semiramis's projection's expression changed drastically. Seeing the direction Hall knew, she understood something and screamed, "What do you want to do!"

Hall was pointing directly at the control center of the vain Hanging Gardens, the throne where Semiramis was now sitting.

Without hesitation, Saber raised his holy sword, his magic transforming into light. Countless golden particles responded and converged, swirling and radiating a light no less brilliant than the stars.

The Knight King stepped forward and chanted his true name—

"Excalibur!"

The holy sword fell, transforming into a torrent of light that annihilated everything. The high walls protecting the Sky Garden of Vanity and the magical barrier were easily breached as if made of paper. All the buildings along the way were evaporated by the light, clearing a path.

At that moment, on the throne in the main hall of the Hanging Gardens of Babel, Semiramis slammed her hand on the armrest and angrily muttered, "Insolent barbarian!"

"King of Water!"

Before the torrent of light surged here, the Assyrian empress drained half of her magic power and created a massive defensive barrier with a wave of her hand.

Rumble~

The throne trembled, and the steel inner walls of the main hall were visibly burned red. A dazzling golden light broke through the wall and crashed into the magic barrier.

boom!

A burst of radiance erupted, and the collision of light and magic unleashed even more dazzling golden waves that engulfed the main hall.

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Outside the vain Sky Garden City, Saber breathed slightly, put down her holy sword, and reported with a wry smile: "Master, it seems that the target was not destroyed. I can feel that the light emitted by the holy sword is being blocked by something."

"It's alright."

Hall gazed at the path carved out by the Sword of Excalibur leading to the heart of the Sky Garden of Vanity, and smiled with satisfaction: "All the magical barriers and traps along the way have been destroyed, and the opponent has paid a heavy price to defend against the attack of the Holy Sword. Even without destroying the control center of this sky fortress, the opponent has already lost most of its defensive capabilities."

"He actually split a city in two! The legendary Knight King is indeed extraordinary." Astolfo's eyes shone with envy as he curiously peered through the cleared path to observe the interior of the building.

Let's go.

Hall went in first through the entrance.

The interior of the city was pitch black, and there was no sense of human life.

Astolfo followed behind Hall, looking around curiously: "There's no one in sight."

"It's all just a facade, nothing more than a fake. No one could possibly live there," Hall said calmly as he walked and admired the aerial fortress.

"This is enemy territory, please be careful," Saber said solemnly.

After walking for a short while, Hall and the other two stopped in unison.

A long spear stood straight in front of him, blocking his path. A blue-haired warrior stood with his arms crossed on the shaft of the spear. A breeze lifted his bright red scarf. He grinned when he saw Hall arrive, jumped off the shaft, and the spear trembled. It flew out of the mud, tracing a beautiful arc as it returned to its master's hand.

A hero from Greek mythology, Rider Agarius of the Red Team.

Agalius laughed loudly: "So it's finally here! This time we should be able to settle things properly, Caster, the black player!"

Hall remained unmoved: "It's up to you, Saber."

After speaking, he walked past Agalius.

"clear."

Agarius shrugged: "The Knight King as the final opponent, not bad at all."

Saber silently raised his holy sword, his azure eyes reflecting Rider's image.

Chapter 225 The One-Punch Magician (Please refresh the page; I have revised the content)

Rumble!

Behind Hall, violent explosions continued to resound, the aftershocks of the battle between the two top-tier Servants, with several buildings turning into ruins every second.

Astolfo asked anxiously, "Holl, is it really a good idea to let Saber deal with the Red Team's Rider alone? Although Saber is very strong, that Rider is not an ordinary Servant either."

“I know, their strengths are similar. If it’s a long battle, Saber will probably have a tough time.” Hall nodded. The root cause was still his own fault. If Saber had been wielding a scabbard, there would be no reason for her to lose to Agarius.

"So you still want Saber to deal with him alone?"

“I have confidence in Saber.”

Do you think Saber can win?

"We'll probably lose."

Astolfo was completely bewildered: "Huh? Didn't you say you had faith in Saber?"

"Rider, can I ask you for a favor?"

"At this time? Okay, leave it to me!"

"Here's a map. Go to the place marked with a red dot."

Astolfo took the map, examined it closely, and asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anything important there?"

"It's nothing, just a pet that Assassin keeps. Your task is to deal with that pet and bring the person inside to me. You can kill them if necessary."

One thing Hall didn't mention is that Assassin's pet is named Bashium, one of the eleven monsters created by Tiamat.

"The people inside?"

"They are the Masters of the Red Team, imprisoned as prisoners, their minds numbed by poison. There should be a Rider Master among them."

This information was gathered by Hall's familiar. Bashium was quite large and easy to spot. Sending such a powerful familiar to guard a place out there is obviously something fishy going on.

Hall could deduce from God's perspective what secrets were hidden there.

Astolfo suddenly realized: "I see, then I'll set off now."

"Wait." Hall called out to him, drawing the primordial runes and bestowing them upon him.

"what is this?"

"The protective barrier can help a little."

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Hall leaped from the hole blasted by the Sword of Excalibur, and the main hall was submerged in knee-deep water, the source of which was a pool in the ceiling.

The Hanging Gardens of Vanity has a concept of reversal; water flowing upwards creates the anomaly of water accumulating in the sky. This reversal was disrupted by the aftershocks of Excalibur, and it won't be long before the main hall is completely submerged.

Splash~ Splash~

Hall waded through the water and looked up to see the Assyrian Empress Semiramis sitting high on her throne. She was dressed in a magnificent black gown, her legs crossed, unhurried, her gaze as serene and arrogant as an emperor surveying his subjects.

"Do you have any last words?" Hall asked calmly.

"This question should be asked of you, Caster of the Black Faction. You actually destroyed my beloved courtyard. This is a heinous crime, and I deserve to die ten thousand times!" The Assyrian Empress tapped the armrest, and more than a dozen purple magic circles unfolded beside her. Chains emerged like venomous snakes, baring their fangs and biting at Hall.

Hall's gaze froze, and all the chains that were attacking him suddenly stopped, unable to move.

The Demon Eye glowed faintly, discerning the divine magic used by the Assyrian Empress, analyzing it, and then reusing and transforming it into its own unique magic.

Hall coldly shouted, "Go back."

Wow~

The chains trembled, then turned and stabbed at their master.

Semiramis scoffed dismissively, extending her jade hand to set up a defensive barrier that easily blocked all the magical chains.

“Your eyes seem quite interesting; they deserve to be part of my collection. I will decorate the courtyard with them.”

Hall ignored it all, his skin glowing with light patterns as he magically enhanced his body, instantly disappearing from his spot. The place where he stood was as if it had been bombarded by cannonballs, splashing up water vapor everywhere.

"He's clearly a Caster, yet he wants to fight at close range."

Semiramis sneered disdainfully, as more and more magic arrays unfolded behind her, condensing into magical light cannons that bombarded indiscriminately like machine guns.

boom! boom! boom!

Hall navigated through the splashing water vapor, his magic eye capturing the movement of magic energy. He calculated the trajectory of the magic beams ahead of time, and the few magic beams that couldn't be dodged were neutralized by his magic eye or magic. Hall was secretly alarmed.

As expected of a magician from the Age of Gods, his firepower is worlds apart from that of ordinary magicians; even Cú Chulainn, a Caster-class magician, cannot compare.

Semiramis sat calmly on her throne, manipulating magic circles to launch continuous attacks, sneering sarcastically: "Is all you can do is run away like a monkey? I had such high expectations of you. If you are also a magician, then let's have a proper magic contest."

The situation remained deadlocked several times; Semiramis's magic failed to catch Hall, and Hall could not find an opportunity to get close.

Hall remained calm and composed; it was Semiramis who was anxious in this situation.

Semiramis continued to cast spells, revealing signs of fatigue, and for a moment, the defensive net formed by interwoven magical beams showed a weakness.

opportunity!

In the instant he dodged a magical beam of light, Hall found an opening in the attack, silently chanted an incantation to cast a spell to strengthen his body, and light patterns overflowed with magical power.

"Gravity returns to the earth."

"accelerate."

Hall rushed to the throne in the blink of an eye and threw a punch at Semiramis.