That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"That filthy half-demon wouldn't even be qualified to step into this hall under normal circumstances. No, just having her standing here is an insult to the Kingdom of Lugnica!" Beside him, an elder of the Sages Guild, veins bulging on his forehead, shouted and couldn't wait to express his disgust for Emilia.

This statement not only failed to spark controversy, but almost all the members of the Wise Man Society echoed it.

"That's right! This is the Kingdom of Lugnica, the country where the forbidden witch sleeps!"

"She is not fit to be queen!"

"Expel her!"

"What is Roswaal thinking? Why would he recommend a half-demon as a candidate for king?"

Felt grabbed Emilia's sleeve, nodded to her, and said softly, "Emilia, don't pay any attention to this bunch of scoundrels."

"Hmph, as expected, lowly people tend to flock together." Priscilla waved her lace folding fan dismissively.

Crusch remained calm, while Anastasia, the other guild president, yawned boredly.

Faced with numerous criticisms, Roswaal humbly replied, "You are right. Stunning beauty, long silver hair, purple eyes, and snow-white, translucent skin—this is precisely the appearance that symbolizes the greatest misfortune. However, even so, Lady Emilia has been chosen as a candidate for king."

The elder of the Sages Association shouted, "What's the point? Do you think the people would choose a half-demon who looks exactly like the Forbidden Witch as their king? Ridiculous!"

Roswaal shook his head: "Of course not. My opinion is the same as that of the elders of the Sages Council. Lady Emilia did not deliberately conceal her identity, so her participation in the royal selection is not meaningless."

"What's the meaning."

“The Dragon Stone records that five candidates for king must be gathered in order to begin the royal selection. This is the greatest significance. Lady Emilia’s identity is obvious. I believe that no one present would choose to recommend her as king.”

The elders of the Sages' Council exchanged glances, and the bearded elder, who was quite tolerant, said slowly, "You mean that there are five people who participated in the royal selection, but only four actually participated?"

The elder of the Sages' Guild who had insulted Emilia nodded, his expression softening: "I see. It is indeed a good plan. Reducing the number of participants in the Royal Selection will also reduce the variables."

"It is a fact that she has been recognized by Dragonstone (the badge)."

The elders of the Sages' Guild discussed among themselves and unanimously agreed with Roswaal's opinion. Everyone present cast disgusted and pitying glances at Emilia, for this was the most suitable and ridiculous ending for a half-demon.

Emilia bit her thin lips and remained silent.

“There’s a limit to jokes, Roswaal, and the members of the Sages’ Guild.” The cold, deep voice seemed to resound through the hall as if amplified, silencing all dissent.

Inside the main hall, everyone's eyes were on Matou Shinji, who called himself Emilia's Knight, standing behind Emilia. Even Emilia, whose expression was wavering, turned around in surprise, unable to understand why Matou Shinji would stand up for her at this time and escalate the conflict.

Roswaal scoffed, "Oh my, oh my, Mr. Shinji, do you have any objections to what I said? Even so, you are merely Emilia's knight, and you have no right to speak here."

"A knight is his master's sword, and naturally bears the duty to cut through thorns and brambles for his master. Since Lady Emilia has participated in the royal selection and has been recognized by the dragon, she is one of the most qualified people to become king. She is not someone that you lowly people can deny so easily."

Roswaal's expression turned solemn, and his voice grew cold: "Think about your place before you speak. This is not a place where you can do whatever you want."

"It's still uncertain who is actually doing the wrong thing. The emblem has recognized the legitimacy of Emilia's identity. This election is to select a king who will form a contract with the dragon. The order of events is wrong. The king is the one who is responsible for maintaining the contract with the dragon. In other words, maintaining the contract is more important before the king."

Shinji Matou looked around and questioned loudly, "How ridiculous! Since the Dragon God has acknowledged Emilia's identity, what gives you the right to deny Lady Emilia based on a single sentence and your own preferences? Are you the Dragon God? Can you represent the Dragon God's will? It is precisely because you are powerless that you are standing here holding this so-called royal selection, but aren't your actions the greatest disrespect to the Dragon God!"

"Insolence! This argument is pointless. For those who dare to spout nonsense here without recognizing reality, atone with your death!" Roswaal's flippant attitude suddenly changed, and intense hostility filled the main hall, with a large amount of magic responding to it.

"Roswaal!" Emilia exclaimed in surprise. Not only her, but most people present could feel the intense vortex of magical energy.

"Let me show you the highest level of fire magic, the Great Fireball!"

The magic gathered around the chief mage of the court, and then materialized as flames. The air instantly became turbulent, and its power was decisively different from the magic that Priscilla had just displayed.

Roswaal raised his right hand, creating a fireball with a radius of more than one meter. The rolling heat wave engulfed the hall, causing the nearby knights and members of the Sages' Guild to retreat in horror.

Knight Felix stared in amazement at the enormous fireball: "This is truly unexpected, meow! Reinhard, aren't you going to help?"

Reinhard shook his head with a wry smile: "This is a conflict between them. I will not intervene unless Knight Commander Marx gives the order or I deem it necessary."

Just as everyone was wondering if Roswaal would actually make a move, a huge fireball was already raining down on Matou Shinji, its terrifying power seemingly threatening to vaporize both Matou Shinji and Emilia.

"You actually did it, Roswaal." Shinji Matou sneered, extending his right hand. Magic flowed and gathered in his palm, activating the transmutation circle. Blue arcs of electricity leaped, and rocks on the ground bulged up, forming a shield wall a meter wide and thick.

boom!

After a dull thud came a piercing hiss, and a fireball with a temperature comparable to the surface of the sun almost burned through the shield wall. Crimson lava dripped down, igniting the bright red carpet.

Shinji Matou stepped forward and lightly patted the wall with his right hand. The thick shield wall instantly shattered into countless fragments, which floated in the empty city and transformed into countless sharp spears that shot towards Roswaal.

"Wind Shield!" Roswaal shouted, his body enveloped in an invisible hurricane, easily knocking away all the stone spears. As he pointed with his right hand, the surging hurricane transformed into an invisible blade and slashed towards Matou Shinji.

The atmosphere was torn apart, and wind blades carved cracks into the ground.

Shinji Matou stood still, his Mystic Eyes gleaming, displaying their true power. He used spiritual calculations to decipher the magical power and rules of this world, a process similar to a hacker breaking into a computer.

Having spent so many days in this world, Shinji Matou has basically analyzed the magical power of this world, possessing the ability to analyze, respond to, and ultimately make magic his own.

The surging hurricane stopped right in front of Shinji Matou, remaining motionless. Only then could everyone see the true nature of this attack: a wisp of flowing air, invisible to the naked eye.

Roswaal said flippantly, “Oh dear, oh dear, this is a bit unexpected. It’s not blocking my magic, it’s not destroying my magic, but directly controlling my magic. Even I, the chief mage of the court, can’t do this.”

"Is this your last words, Roswaal?" Shinji Matou sneered, raising his right hand to send all the wind blades back at Roswaal.

While Roswaal was busy dealing with the situation, Shinji Matou clapped his hands, and more blue arcs of electricity leaped out.

This time, even Reinhard's expression changed drastically.

“Philis, didn’t you say he was better at swordsmanship?” Crusch, the candidate for king, watched the magical duel with a solemn expression.

"Meow, because Master Will said his swordsmanship was very good, I never thought his magical skills would surpass his swordsmanship."

Al scratched his helmet: "I say, isn't this situation a bit bad? This guy seems to be getting serious."

"Hmph, nothing special." Priscilla remained haughty, but her eyes were glued to Shinji Matou. She realized that Al's words earlier were not a joke. The magical energy in the atmosphere had been almost completely drained, and even she couldn't use magic in this situation.

A massive amount of magical energy converged in Shinji Matou's hands, efficiently draining the magical energy from the area and creating a magical vacuum. Anyone with a sensitivity to magical energy could feel the terrifying changes.

After Roswaal blocked all the wind blades, he slightly opened his eyes and stared at Shinji Matou with his amber pupils.

The difference in magical specifications is too great.

The chief mage of the court looked slightly bitter. He couldn't mobilize the raging magic power and couldn't cast any spells. He could only watch helplessly as Shinji Matou cast his spell.

Their eyes met, conveying a message.

This is just a performance; it shouldn't have gone this far!

If you're going to do something, do it to the best of your ability. It would be very embarrassing if you were caught being careless.

Have you considered my feelings? What if I can't handle it?

Then pass away.

Shinji Matou ignored Roswaal's complaints. If Roswaal couldn't handle it, there was always Puck; if Puck couldn't handle it, there was always Reinhard the Sword Saint. In any case, Shinji Matou didn't need to think too much. If he didn't show absolute strength now to suppress the dissatisfaction of everyone present with Emilia, he might not have this opportunity in the future.

Moreover, Shinji Matou had long wanted to test Roswaal's true strength.

The clasped hands slowly opened, revealing a surging torrent of transparent magic power in the palms.

It appears to be a colorless grayish-white substance, with the air and magic distorted to make its true form impossible to discern. Anyone with a sensitivity to magic knows just how terrifying this thing created by Shinji Matou truly is.

A pure crystal of magic, through specific magic that gathers a large amount of magic power, and then gives it a concept and form.

Rather than magic, its nature is more akin to the magic of the Type-Moon world, based on the Noble Phantasm of von Hohenheim Paracelsus, "The Elementalist's Demon Sword," and performed in the form of magic from this world.

Then, Matou Shinji didn't rush to release it. He used the Mystic Eyes at maximum power to squeeze the life force out of Matou Shinji's body, continuously suppressing and analyzing the magic crystal until it was fixed in a stable state.

Shinji Matou's face lit up with excitement as he grasped the magic crystal in his right hand. A terrifying magical aura evaporated from the skin of Shinji Matou's right hand, causing the muscles to fester. The dripping blood was drawn by the magic and atomized, enveloping the magic crystal.

Using blood as a catalyst, faint traces resembling characters appeared around the magic crystal, but none of those present could understand them.

The original runes have had their power greatly weakened in this world due to the different rules of the universe.

The original runes originally symbolized the truth of the universe, and the two worlds share some of their rules and powers, and some of their conceptual powers can still be used.

Shinji Matou wasn't using a trump card; he simply condensed his magic into a conceptual weapon, fixed it with primordial runes, and finally threw it using the spear technique Scáthach had taught him.

This move was once used by the god Kiskaha to destroy the world, and was given the name Annihilation.

"Red, this is!"

Reinhard suddenly gripped the sword at his waist and called out its name. The dragon sword trembled violently, indicating that Shinji Matou was a formidable enemy worthy of its drawing.

Chapter 133 The Beast of the End of the Permafrost

Hey~ Hey~ This is really not a joke.

will die!

The clown costume concealed Roswaal's pale face, and his intuition was constantly ringing alarm bells in his mind. After living for hundreds of years, he had never experienced a real threat of death.

The magic that Shinji Matou used transcended the definition of magic, becoming a power similar to authority or protection.

Roswaal possesses the "Blessing of the Magi," allowing him to use magic of six elements: water, fire, earth, wind, yin, and yang, with peak power and efficiency. However, he cannot interfere with the power of authority or blessings of the same level.

"As expected of someone favored by a witch, as the Book of Wisdom said, someone capable of changing this world. It is precisely because of this power that you were able to slay the dragon. My teacher, Echidna, the Witch of Greed, your long-cherished wish to revive... will soon be fulfilled." In his haste, Roswaal did not believe he could directly block Shinji Matou's attack. Behind the fear of facing death, Roswaal's eyes concealed an unstoppable excitement.

The hall trembled, and all the knights and members of the Sages' Guild retreated to the side in terror. Even the soldiers guarding the hall dared not step into the area.

The ground cracked under the pressure of magic, and the turbulent magic in the atmosphere made everyone in the main hall feel a strong sense of suffocation.

This scene was far too unusual to ordinary people.

On one side is Roswaal, the chief mage of the court who is said to be able to wipe out an army by himself; on the other side is Shinji Matou, who overwhelmingly surpasses Roswaal in terms of momentum.

Shinji Matou gripped the demonic spear, raising it high above his head and declaring, "Take this! Consider this a farewell gift for your journey to the underworld."

"How delightful! This is truly delightful! How many more surprises do you have in store for me!" The clown revealed his madness, spreading his arms to create elemental spheres of different colors, and shouted, "Then I will return the favor with all my power and all my knowledge! Six supreme magics, elemental spirits, atmospheric mana, respond to me!"

"Flames will burn away the enemy's body."

"Strong wind, shelter me."

“Protect the thick soil.”

"Weak water strengthens life."

"Reverse Yin and Yang, unleash the power of all elements!"

The demonic spear was thrown from Shinji Matou's right hand, transforming into a destructive light that swept away everything.

The elements gathered around Roswaal, creating elemental barriers of different colors.

Buzz!

The torrent of light came into contact with the elemental barrier, bursting into a blinding light. Everyone present looked away or covered their eyes.

boom! boom! boom!

The hall was filled with the muffled sounds of shattering glass. The elemental barrier in front of Roswaal was broken layer by layer by the torrent of magic, just like fragile glass. The floor of the main hall outside the elemental barrier was melted into lava, which continued to spread.